Out of curiosity, Geno carefully turned to the front of the figure to observe it.

The illusory face and devout expression were devout, and he looked down and his palms seemed to be praying. From the details of it, it can be inferred that this figure was once a seeker. Perhaps the last thing he did during his lifetime was to pray for a peaceful passage through the disaster, but he was still cursed and took his life. He only knew to repeat useless prayers for centuries.

Because he had expected it, he was not scared after discovering his identity as the undead.

But he still wondered why this undead did not show the desire for the living.

"I'll talk to it." Yorik took the initiative to stand up: "Ask the dead and take us out of the hall of connection."

"Leave it to you." Geno nodded.

When everyone's attention was focused on the undead, a pair of ghostly eyes in the black fog quietly selected the target.

The song that had been lingering in Elise's ear suddenly changed its tone, no longer empty and incomprehensible.

It turned into an elegy singing the lost soul. Although Elise was very resistant, the verse in the elegy still moved her irresistible.

Tears burst out from my eyes and flowed down her beautiful cheeks. I felt a deep well hidden in my heart, and there was endless sadness hidden in the well.

"Let me give you freedom."

The sound in her mind was cold and silent, it was the voice of the dead.

This sound will make people see a picture. On the wheels wrapped around the iron sheet are carts filled with corpses, and the knife carved another death mark on the cane.

She often saw such people in the alleys of the Aid House in the Immortal Fortress Slums. They came from the Qiandou Cult and were the corpse collectors who were responsible for storing the bodies of the dead. The death marks were only used for counting.

The black mist was surging, and Elise found that she had left the team. The black mist seemed to be able to absorb sounds. She could still hear Geno's conversation before she was in a daze, and after just a moment of silence, she was silent beside her.

She saw the resentment passing by her head, like the harmony of the chorus of death.

Then, the imagined cart pusher really walked through the dark fog and appeared in front of her.

He was burly, with wide shoulders, and wearing a ragged coat, like a clergyman from ancient times.

The black and red coat made Elise feel a little friendly because it was the color of Noxus.

"Are you a ghost of Noxus?" Elise asked.

"Yes, we met in a foreign land. My name is Ms. Elise, and I'm here for you." Kalsasiping said with a cane and bowed respectfully.

"What are you here? I don't want to meet guests today." Karthas's pointed hat made Elise instinctively take a step back. She kept her noble demeanor calmly, but her voice was full of vigilance.

"No need to refuse, I'll give you freedom."

"Free..." Elise swallowed.

Freedom! What a seductive word...

"Whether you were a noble or a poor person, a slave owner or a prisoner, all your actions during your lifetime will be sold and sold after your death. Ms. Elise, I know you have suffered from enslavement, but I can help you burn this pain."

Karthas opened his hand, and the ghost fire burned in the palm of his palm, like falling stars.

In a blink of an eye, the word "free" changes to death.

"You might as well accept this gift yourself." Elise's eyes were fierce, and she controlled the spider grab and stabbed the other party first.

The claws stabbed Kalsas, but they penetrated them directly without causing any damage.

She immediately realized that the undead in front of her was not something she could deal with, but it was too late.

"You living people." Karthas said while shook his head. "You are afraid of things you don't understand, and you may even refuse to send them to your door automatically."

The monster drifted closer and closer, and his cane emitted a pale and faint light illuminating Elise's face.

The dark fire at the top of the palm flashed, and the black fog moved. Many faces appeared in the fog, these faces were sacrifices offered by Elise to the Spider God. They should have lived on their own faces and sticks.

The resentful spirit stood in front of her, and the dead members of the sect stood beside him, their soul forms showed a clear outline under the light of the cane fire.

Once they were cheated by themselves and died in pain. But now their faces are peaceful, as if the years are peaceful after death, and everyone has to get what they want.

They seduced Elise in this way, and as Karthas spoke together, the elegy became a chorus, which became higher and clearer and clearer.

Temptation Elise to join them.

"Death is not terrible, Ms. Elise." Karthas said. "Death will free you from all pain, it will make your vision transcend the things in the mortal world, and let you see the glory of eternal life. Please embrace the beauty and miracles of death. Give up your life, you don't need it..."

Karthas's eulogy was so sad and so beautiful that it made Elise burst into tears.

She saw the beauty of death, far exceeding her vulnerable skin.

Immortal, eternal.

Seeing Elise's last psychological defense was successfully broken through, Karthas stretched out his hand, and the flames in his hand began to magnify, gradually surrounding her.

She screamed and endured the fire of the Netherworld burning her soul and burning through her bones and blood.

When the Nether Fire burned Elise's skin and her soul slowly flowed out to the stream.

She suddenly realized and tried her best to activate her magic power to resist the flame that could break up the spirit and flesh.

"Why don't you let your soul go?" Karthas said dissatisfiedly, and his sharp nails that were about to carve a mark on his cane suddenly froze.

"Let the Nether Fire burn your skin to ashes." Karthas sang again: "You will not feel pain, you will not feel fear, you will not have the desire to feel anything, you will only pursue the beauty I will show you. Miracles and spectacles are waiting for you, tell me, why don't you desire this ecstasy?"

"The beauty I want is already firmly held in my hand. But you, but I can't grasp it, let it flow out of my fingers... I don't agree with what you are pursuing. I am just a vulgar person, I only love my skin!"

Elise let out a bone-blazing scream as the flames burned, which was like adding a harsh noise to a harmonious chorus, seriously destroying the mood of Kalsas's chanting.

He stared at Elise, and the dark fire on the latter disappeared with her sudden roar, and even the undead felt strange.

When Elise opened her eyes and looked at her again, Karthas felt that the other person's eyes had changed.

Become another person.

That's the look of hunters looking at their prey.
Chapter completed!