"Thresh, do you still remember this gun?"

Lucian showed off a pair of pistols, carefully forged by strip stones and nameless shiny metal, and even the alchemist who was most ignorant of the taboos could not be said of the specific ingredients.

What he wanted to show Thresh was another slightly smaller but more exquisitely crafted pistol.

This is Senna's gun.

Who is Senna?

Lucian's deceased wife, she and Lucian were once paired with necromancers. Their common mission was to bring the purification of the holy light to the undead, but she fell into a trap in one action and died in the hands of the abominable undead before her.

"Weapon of Light."

Thresh seemed to have thought of something, and the fire in the skeleton dimmed.

"Since you remember this weapon, you must remember Senna too."

"Sai... Na? Who is it?" The evil spirit showed a confused look.

"Sena is...my wife! My love! My light!"

Lucian resisted the urge to kill Thresh immediately, took off the hanging box around his neck, used his fingernails to open the lid, and shine a portrait of a woman for Thresh to show.

The woman is very beautiful, with a pair of big almond-like eyes, plump lips, and typical high cheekbones of Demacians.

As soon as the hanging box was opened, Lucian felt like he was immersed in the grief of losing her.

He began to retell the purified spell, which he learned from the sect, and both he and Sena knew that the spell was intended to keep any emotion out of the door.

Only in this way can he enter the state of balance and face horror beyond his imagination.

He didn't want to be completely immersed in the sadness, so he closed the hanging box again and carefully treasured it.

"Your light? I really can't remember it." Thresh laughed strangely, his laughter with full contempt.

"Light gives pain to darkness." Lucian said word by word, squeezing all hatred into his weapon.

"Wait..." Thresh hadn't finished speaking, but Lucian no longer wanted to wait any longer.

There is no need to aim or pull the trigger, because the trigger is in his heart.

Suddenly, the square was illuminated by the electric light from the two guns.

Lucian never felt that the belief in revenge was so strong, and every shot brought his longing for her.

The ignited pure fire instantly swallowed the Warden of the Soul Lock, and his scream sounded like a fairy music to Lucian.

He fired wildly, using fancy gun techniques to shoot Thresh from all angles.

The slender leather jacket and tight braids flew and beat him with his movements. Every glowing bullet was as hot as the sun, but he could not get the satisfaction of his mission.

All the light in this world has been depressed because she has been taken away.

However, the scream suddenly turned into a gurgling laugh.

Thresh had a circle of dim light wheels all around, completely isolated the flames from the outside, and he was unscathed. He smiled and twitched the lantern and put away the light wheels.

Lucian fired again, and the guns flew out like a sudden rain. Each shot hit the key point, but no shot hit the target. A circle of black light outside the lantern dissolved all the attacks invisibly.

The muzzle of the holy gun has become white, and even if the ceasefire is still emitting a hot white light.

Lucian could not fire the gun anymore. His hands holding the gun were trembling. A stone passed the high temperature to his palm, and the burning pain almost made both guns lose their hands.

He didn't understand why his weapon would be ineffective against a dead soul.

Thresh's smile came to an abrupt end, and the ghost fire in his eyes condensed into a shape that had been unsatisfied with desire.

"Why don't you continue to shoot? Your bullets have a little impression on me. Why don't you get a little more holy light? If you continue, maybe I will remember it."

Lucian felt Thresh's malice and became silent. He knew that he shouldn't speak, because every extra word would make Thresh more likely to defeat him.

"Yes, I remember the weapons. I know their secrets from her heart." Thresh said.

Lucian froze: "What did you say?"

"I know your weapons very well. You will never want to kill me with these guns. You can't even pass this level of my life, and you will never want to complete your mission."

Thresh laughed wildly, looking at the man who suddenly knelt down after losing his faith in front of him. While savoring despair, he threw the hook in his hand into a circle and walked towards Lucien slowly and cautiously.

After trying countless shots, the despair that could not kill Thresh bit his spinal cord like a maggot in the tarsal bone. This was a fear he had never experienced before, because he could not complete his revenge and was ashamed of his deceased wife.

"Sena, I'm sorry." Two drops of hot tears slid from his dark face, dripping on the gun and evaporated into water vapor. His originally determined face became cowardly.

He is going crazy.

"What kind of feeling is it to know that my revenge that I have been persisting for many years is just useless work? It must be very painful, right?"

Thresh's sharp teeth squeezed out words and floated in front of Lucian.

"Are you in pain? I can feel your pain, and death can gently erase all your pain."

Threstone circled around him, and the chains between the belts snaked out, gradually wrapping up Lucian's body. The hook cuts through his windbreaker and leans towards the warm flesh and blood.

"Mortals, death and suffering are great." The Warden of the Soul Lock reached his hand to Lucian's neck: "No matter where he fled, death remains unchanged. But before that, you will have my hand."

Geno heard the sound of the iron chain mopping the floor and took the time to look at Lucian's battle situation.

"Is Thresh really the weak point?"

He knew that his deceased wife, Sena, was the only weakness of this man, and Thresh must have used Sena to make a big fuss to scare Lucian.

Geno couldn't help but curse: This cunning skeleton has a clear combat power that is the shame of Shadow Island, but it is quite easy to play with conspiracies.

He avoided Hekarim's elbow, raised his hand and pulled out the ultra-electromagnetic hand cannon, and shot Threstone's head away with one shot.

Thresh immediately let go of Lucian and hurriedly picked up his head.

The centaur under him immediately ran again, then quickly raised his hooves, trying to throw Geno off the horse.

Geno quickly pulled away his gun and grabbed the centaur, fixing his hands on his shoulders. The lack of extra hands was the reason why he had not fired.

He was afraid that he would fall down if he couldn't catch him, so no one would control Hekarim, and then he ran away wildly and everyone would be wiped out.

It's so heartbreaking.

Geno cursed at Lucian who was kneeling on the ground and crying: "Lucian! Why did Demacia have you, a coward!"

Lucian looked up when he heard the scolding.

Geno continued:

"Who will save your wife when you are crying here!"

"She's dead..." Lucian was about to say, but was overwhelmed by Geno's voice.

"Don't give up your beliefs. Faith is your bullet, and the heart of belief is your magic. How can a vile man like Thresh let him survive?"

Faith is a bullet? Why did he know how to use a holy gun?

This stranger who knew him well attracted Lucian's attention.

"I can't hurt Thresh anymore." Lucian shook his head and responded desperately.

"No, you just need this!"
Chapter completed!