"You killed us! Traitor, I'm going to cut your throat!"

Gavin was forced to sit up by Saba holding his collar. This action touched his wound, and the severe pain made his expression distorted.

And it was then that Fayette saw a pendant slide down to his chest, and she immediately took it off because the gem above was glowing unnatural light.

Gavin's lips stuttered for a moment, and Fyette immediately pushed the crazy Saba away.

"Let him finish!"

"I'm sorry, I'm a mage, but I didn't do it!" Gai Wen cried in pain.

Fyette froze.

"What did you say?"

"That's why I left Demacia." His face was full of blood twisted into a nervous smile, and a bloody stain emerged from the corner of his mouth.

"I'm a mage, otherwise you think I've lived on the island for so long?"

"You lied to me." Fyette never knew about this. She thought that her best friend was an ordinary person. She even silly tied cables for him every day.

"I didn't lie to you, I just didn't tell you all." Gavin began to cough: "It was Vladimir who controlled me to do all this with Sylva's mad stone. I've never done anything sorry for you."

Fyette felt numb.

Why didn't Gavin tell her everything? I can't wash it clearly now.

Saba snatched the dagger from Gavin's hand: "You still want to argue! When I kill you, the black magician! The blood magic outside will stop, and the undead will retreat to Shadow Island!"

At this moment, Fayette looked at him, and he looked into her eyes.

Years of companionship made Gewen realize what Fayette was thinking immediately. He shook his head, but Fayette snatched the dagger from Saba's hand and stabbed it deeply into Ku her back.

Saba stood up, but fell down again, grabbing helplessly with his hands, and the madness in his eyes gradually faded.

"I'm sorry." Gaiwen cried.

"It's okay." Fyette realized that he was crying too.

"We are good friends, right?" Gavin said, grabbing her hand—a weak grip, a dying grip. "I am ashamed not to tell you. In Demacia, people like me have lived in fear since I was a child. I am so ashamed that I have never told anyone."

"It's okay." When Fayette said that, Gavin was dead.

She saw that the blood flowing out of the wounds of Gaiwen and Saba's corpse was unnaturally traction and flowing towards the gap in the basement, and finally gathered into a pool of blood above the Black Steel Secret Repository.

Then Cholera came back from the door, held the doll in his hand tightly, and gritted her teeth and told her: "Gainbai is dead, the ship on the dock is still tied with blood chains, and the real black magician is not dead yet."

Fyette let go of Gewen's hand dejectedly.

Then, fire broke out outside the tavern.

...

The first mate Raven received a notice from Kahn, and the Siren left the reef rift and drove to the vast sea surface, firing fire on the rocky island on the side.

The fierce artillery fire baptized the black beach, and the dead turned into black smoke as they wailed everywhere.

Lei Wen and a group of sailors stood on the deck and laughed heroically. The anger he had raised in this place where birds could not shit, all the hot shells smashed into the undead pile and swept away.

The undead in a robe raised his long staff, and the undead drilled into the water and rushed towards the Siren.

"Fire the cannon and bang me hard! Kill a few more undeads to go back to blow!"

A cannonball landed at his feet, and Lucian immediately fell into the sand. After a deafening sound, he was half buried in the sand falling from the sky, and he could feel the hot temperature of the artillery fire on his back.

"Sena!" After the explosion, he immediately raised his head and looked for Sena's location.

The latter fell on the beach, and Lucian ran three steps to rush over and helped her up, finding that she was unconscious.

They fought against the undead legion for several minutes on the open beach.

Another shell exploded on the beach, and Lucian immediately covered Senna tightly.

He looked up at the sea and found a pirate ship driving towards the dock, with the people above him still waving to them.

"I'm sorry, I can't let you die here." Lucian picked up Sena and ran towards the dock.

Suddenly, a disgusting green light entrenched on the beach, covering them, Thresh's vicious tone sounded in his ears.

"You can't go anywhere, this little lantern is your destination."

Lucian stopped and almost hit the green light curtain that suddenly appeared in front of him, and the spirit and flesh separated.

Five bone spires suddenly emerged from the beach, and adjacent spires erected a wall of light from each other, and the Netherworld prison enveloped the pair of light sentries.

It's a desperate situation.

If he hadn't stopped in time just now, he would have seen his body pass through the wall of light, but fell outside the wall because of his loss of soul.

He heard the sound of his boots stomping into the sand, and turned around and saw the warden walking towards them, a piece of dry bone faintly exposed under his broken robes.

Lucian fired a counterattack, but the light bullet was blocked by a round of black light emitted by the lantern, and his light could not drive away Thresh's darkness.

The hook and scythe flew over and shot down the pistol. Lucian fought with the undead, but now he could not even hold the gun.

Despair was like green light covering his face.

"Despite struggle, your soul will become stronger by fighting." Thresh's tone seemed to be talking about a delicious dish.

The warden circled around him, and the chains between the belts snaked out, gradually wrapping up Lucian's body. The hook cut his windbreaker and leaned towards the warm flesh and blood, colder than ice.

The glowing sickle hung above Lucian's head, soaked with the resentment of the dead souls, and the light of the blade flashed with expectation, but did not fall immediately.

Thresh looked at the two of them. If he took Lucian's soul first, he would lose a gain because of Senna's coma.

When Lucian found that the blade turned to Sena in her arms, he finally picked up the courage to shoot again. He quickly grabbed Sena's hand and passed on his faith to the holy gun she held in her hand.

The Holy Light's bullet caused pain to Thresh for the first time. The bullet shot into Thresh's eye socket. The Warden of the Soul Lock screamed. He threw down his sickle and covered his eyes and twitched in pain.

A figure appeared in front of them out of thin air. The purple light blade cut off Threstone is no longer a ruined head, and then cut open the lantern in his hand.

The broken lantern and head fell on the beach, and the Netherworld Prison was lifted. Countless souls rushed out of the lantern and escaped into the black fog.

"No!" Thresh's head wailed, then flew back to his headless body, then tugged the chains, and the lantern returned to his hands. The flames in his eyes were beating resentful, staring at Kahn.
Chapter completed!