The tender green buds climbed Hekarim's four hooves and grew wildly, bypassing Geno, drilled into the cracks of the iron armor, and entangled.

At the same time, more and more crystal clusters bloomed in Hekarim's body until they filled or burst a part of his empty body.

Hekarim couldn't feel the pain and tried to charge countless times, but in the end he could no longer move, but he still stood in the square and refused to fall.

Geno jumped off his horse and walked around to the front to look at Hekarim, who was like a statue. His lower body was covered with dense vines, without giving any space to pull his legs. His upper body was filled with crystals. The spikes stretched out from the gap, and his whole body was extremely stiff, as if it was frozen, maintaining the charge.

The evil smoke in the body was not suppressed by the crystal, but was squeezed into the eye socket and turned into something like a smelting core.

"Water the Spring of Life on it to purify Hekarim." Geno said uncertainly. He felt that the process of subduing Hekarim was a bit too easy.

Geno knew that Hekarim had died countless times, but every once in a while, he could see him charging endlessly on the coast of Shadow Island.

Shiville hurriedly came up, and the water bag around her waist was already in her hand.

In front of her, Hekarim was a mountain of gold in her eyes, which made her fascinated.

She couldn't wait to pour the fountain of life into Hekarim's eyes.

Geno remembered something and pushed Shiville away.

"You want to get a piece of the pie too? Are you short of money?"

In Hillville's eyes, cutting off one's wealth is equivalent to killing one's parents.

She just wants to possess this pile of money with a domineering possession, but she is very restrained when she is pushed by Geno without drawing her sword to face her.

"I don't want your money, let Lucian come, he may know how to completely purify the shadow of war."

Geno knew that Lucian would prevent the curse of the Black Mist Curse, but he was unknown whether it could remove the curse that had been deeply rooted for hundreds of years.

Anyway, it is always right to let Lucian come and take a look.

"Will he rob me of money?" Shiville said vigilantly.

"Why are you so desperate to ask for money? You have the richest ancestor of Shurima and a pool of spring water that can cure all diseases. Do you know that you are a hidden rich woman?"

Geno looked full of contempt. He didn't believe that Shiville would not know about this.

"You can only feel at ease if you hold the money in your hands."

Shiville shrugged and stopped insisting.

...

Lucian didn't know how long he had been shooting, but he kept firing until his muscles spasmed until his palms were scalded by the overheated muzzle, and there was no pause in the shooting.

Whenever he was almost unable to hold the two guns in his hand, the Fountain of Life would heal the wounds in his palm, restore his strength, and allow him to persevere.

His efforts finally came to fruition, and Thresh's black light protecting the body finally shattered like a bubble under the endless barrage of holy light.

The holy light penetrated through his body, and the holy flames burned the rotten flesh of his tars. The velvet was rushing in the explosion, and the shrill pain of Threstone reached every corner of Bilgewater.

The rats on the pier moved when they heard the sound. The bodies that died in the soul-eating night gave them a meal. The sound of people gnawing in the dark corner where the sewage flowed.

"Mortal, stop!" Thresh's voice was much weaker than before.

Lucian ignored it, and the light bomb continued to pour on Thresh.

"She is not dead yet." Thresh raised the lantern.

The gunshot stopped.

Lucian saw countless souls rolling in it.

"No...I saw her dead." He hesitated.

He once saw Sena being imprisoned in the Netherworld Prison, which was an inescapable nightmare, but now, he vaguely hopes Sena will not really die.

Thresh laughed again: "I peeled off her soul and saved it here."

The mist surging in the lantern, and then a woman's face was pressed against the inner wall of the lampshade.

Full lips and bright almond eyes are exactly the same as the portrait in the hanging box.

She spoke silently and could only pray with her eyes to survive.

But he saw the haggardness behind her strength.

"Sena..." Thinking of the inhuman torture that Sena might have suffered during this long period of time, Lucian felt a shot in his heart, fell to the ground, and the smaller pistol slipped from his hand.

Longing is a weakness, and love is a catastrophe.

Thresh knew very well the absolute weaknesses in Lucian's human nature.

The Warden of the Soul Lock quietly floated up to the undead hunter and kicked off the holy gun. The other holy gun held in his hand was also slapped off without any effort.

Thresh's hands clamped his throat with distinct joints, cursed into the blood vessels and turned into black silk threads, and his skin felt like it was burned.

He felt his strength was rapidly losing and his heartbeat gradually slowed down.

Lucian was gathered away from the ground with one hand by Threstone. He saw Threstone holding a lantern with the other hand to take over his soul.

The strange light from the lantern attracted his whole mind.

There were bursts of sad crying from the fiercely stirred light, and the faces and hands of countless wandering souls were clearly visible on the inner wall of the lantern.

Lucian searched for the key person in his thousands of souls, for which he forgot his situation, and even wanted to get into the lantern to reunite with her.

After all... he had nothing except hatred, and he was tired even with heavy hatred.

If you die, you will be able to finish it all.

As soon as Geno trapped Hekarim, he turned his head and saw Thresh about to kill Lucian.

What's going on?

I will open the holy water without limit, and you can interrupt it? You are not sleepwalking, are you?

Geno, whose scalp was tingling, yelled directly: "Lucian, what are you thinking? Kill Thresh and rob your wife back!"

Lucian woke up by scolding and his body twitched for a moment. He struggled to resist, but the Warden of the Soul Lock had practiced the skills of harvesting souls countless times, and it was impossible to leave him a chance.

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

Seeing this, Sarah picked up the holy gun that was kicked away by Threstone, pulled the trigger at Threstone, but found that she could not fire at all.

Her belief in killing the dead spirit was far from strong enough, and she realized how much Lucian hated the undead.

A glowing sickle hung above Lucien's head, and the light of the blade flashed with expectation.

"Lucian..."

A familiar voice came into Lucian's ears, and he knew who it was.

"my sweetheart……"

He finally found her, and Senna's face appeared in front of him again, only through a thin layer of lampshade.

"Sena..." Lucian shouted softly!

"Alive."

The hanging box on Lucian's chest suddenly opened, and a soul attacked Threstone, and the flames leaped in the hole of the empty eye.

Lucian immediately understood what Sena meant, pulled out the silver cone from the inside of the windbreaker, and stabbed Threstone's wrist hard.

Thresh let out another scream.
Chapter completed!