The Glory of Noxus

Chapter 322 Holy Light Silver Bullet Dread Knight
The clouds gather again and the ghost spirit rises again.

Huo Jixing listened to the mournful cries and cries around him, and stared at the dark mist-filled battlefield in front of him.
He saw the dead ghosts resurrect and the bones and skeletons rising again, and he immediately understood the worry in Drizzt's tone.

This is Soul Eating Night!

The boundless black mist turned into a kingdom of death, and even the dead undead creatures revived under the influence of the black mist.

As the black mist surged, the fire patterns surrounding the tavern became brighter and brighter.

It reflects the scene of Drizzt, Graves and others rushing to kill undead creatures.

Since solving the Ghost Mistress.

Huo Jixing stood quietly on the roof of the tavern, his red-gold eyes staring at the increasingly restless black fog.

Under the calm look, many emotions emerged in his heart.

After observation, he found that Bilgewater seemed to have fallen into the Soul-eating Night and became the hunting ground of the Shadow Island.

Hearing the howling of the ghost that was getting closer, Lucian raised the relic pistol with a cold expression and aimed at the black mist.

Even the solid stone roads are slowly disappearing under its erosion.

In addition, there were the cooperation of Yosip and the soldiers of Reese's garrison beside him.

The hooded figure stopped in front of the cave entrance, looking deeply into the thick black mist rolling in from the distance.

The surface of Guanghua's sacred gun body is engraved with silver lines and glows with a mysterious light, making it impossible to look away.

Two gorgeous sacred pistols made with special methods reflected the hard face of the hooded figure.

The dull shotgun blasted apart bones and skeletons and the walking dead, and the hot witchcraft flames burned the ghosts and souls.

When the black fog dissipates.

Turning around and looking around, he saw a blazing light blooming faintly in the thick black fog.

Rumor has it that the Dread Knight once belonged to the Knights of Hecarim, the Shadow of War.

Lucian's eyes narrowed.

But it is to maintain a balanced situation near the tavern.

The undead creatures in the Shadow Island exist to protect the island.

In this silent atmosphere, the green will-o'-the-wisp lights up, like ghostly lanterns, tracing the breath of the living.

If he could survive this soul-eating night safely, he would definitely not provoke those terrifying beings in Shadow Island for nothing.

He seemed to want to use his own strength to stop the billowing black mist.

Boom! Boom!
While Huo Jixing was thinking, there was a roar that echoed through the sky near the upper city area behind.

Even the thick black mist cannot save their lives.

Even with the protection of Naga Kapoulos, absolute safety may not be guaranteed.

Bilgewater, Uptown.

On the edge of the cliff where many ancient stone roads were connected, a huge cave suddenly appeared.

Dread Knight.

The aura of death surrounding this heavily armored knight would have been much stronger if it hadn't been for the ghosts.

Each ray of silver light falls on the body of the undead creature with incomparable accuracy.

Huo Jixing was always paying attention to the changes around the tavern, and his expression was unhurried.

The sacred pistol in his hand is like the holy light descending into the world, purifying a clean holy land.

Accompanying the invasion of will-o'-the-wisps, shrill and mournful howls came one after another, stimulating people's nerves.

As Lu Xi pulled the trigger, the bright silver light cut through the black fog, like a sharp sword blade, hitting the undead creatures pouring out.

Lucian's forward pace did not stop, but moved forward boldly.

On the battlefield directly ahead, Drizzt and Graves were fighting hard.

They were destroyed in pieces in the death zone intertwined with silver light, turning into bursts of black smoke and dissipating.

[Holy Light Silver Bullet]!
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Behind the ghost, he saw a heavily armored knight wearing armor and riding a will-o'-the-wisp horse.

Although their killings are just a drop in the ocean to the undead creatures in the black mist.

"Is this an artillery piece?"

Suddenly.

The hooded figure seemed to have been accustomed to all this, and he slowly raised the sacred pistol in his hand.

Together they resist the invasion of undead creatures and protect this rare pure land.

Lu Xian was focused, not daring to relax at all, and continued to aim at the black mist ahead.

He was brave and fearless in life, but after death he turned into an undead spirit, continuing to trample on the living and rob and kill ghosts.

Whether it is a ghost, a ghost, or a skeleton, they are so fragile in front of the silver light.

The fearful knight in front of him sensed the threat posed by Lucian and let out an angry roar. The ghost horse he stepped on also spit out green flames.

I saw the Dread Knight holding up his heavy lance, pressing it against his belly, pointing at Lucian from afar, trying to pierce him.

With the sound of hoofbeats, the ghost horse rushed towards Lucian carrying the Dread Knight.

Facing the menacing charge of the Dread Knight, Lucian stepped forward without any panic.

He ignored the sharp heavy lance raised high, raised the relic pistol in his hand, and aimed at the Dread Knight.

[Penetrating Holy Light]!
Bang!Bang!
Amidst the crisp sound of gunfire, two sacred pistols shot out an almost solid penetrating brilliance.

The brilliance was as holy as silver, instantly piercing through the ghost at the front, and continued to rush toward the ghost at the back without losing any momentum.

From a distance, it looked like a silver spear piercing through the black fog and hitting the charging Dread Knight.

Under the silver light, the Dread Knight and its ghost horse melted away, leaving only a straight silver zone.

【Hot and Fierce Bullets】!
Lucian attacks like a wave, firing a bullet that explodes on contact with an enemy or reaches maximum range.

All of a sudden!
The bright light was like a burning white flame, burning away the incoming black fog and seeing the ghosts and ghosts crowding around.

Lucian quickly raised his hand and pointed the muzzle of the relic pistol at the undead creatures accurately.

With every gunshot, an undead creature will be destroyed. Under Lucian's precise killing, these undead creatures appeared extremely weak. They fell one after another and turned into black smoke and dissipated in the air.

Until the killing stopped, the surrounding area fell into a rare silence.

The black fog near the cave was much dimmer than before.

Lucian looked around and could no longer see an undead creature, only the diffuse black mist.

He let out a breath, relaxed his tense nerves, reached into his arms with his left hand, and took out a hanging box.

The hanging box is a little worn around the edges, but it looks like it's been carefully cared for.

It seems to be of great significance to its owner.

Lucian's fingers gently touched the hanging box, and his thumb gently opened the hanging box.

Women are beautiful.

A pair of large almond-shaped eyes, full lips, and high cheekbones typical of Demacians.

The portrait is a masterpiece, but it fails to capture Senna's strength and determination.

Lucian rarely opened the hanging box in his hand, because he felt that if his heart was wallowing in sorrow, it would only make him weak.

And sadness is the flaw in the armor.

Lucian couldn't bear to be completely immersed in the grief of losing her.

So after taking a deep look, he decisively closed the hanging box.

He knew he should bury the necklace somewhere familiar.

But he couldn't bury the memories about her under the loess like her body.

Lucian must block out his grief until the day he kills Thresh and avenges Senna.

Only then will Lucian weep for her unbridled and pray to the Veiled Daughter [Note: the god of death worshiped by Demacians. Elsewhere, people call her the Sheep Spirit. ] Offer offerings.

"How long has it been since that terrible night?"

Lucian looked at the black mist covering Bilgewater and whispered softly.

He felt grief like a bottomless abyss, waiting for the chance to swallow him up completely.

However, he once again suppressed his emotions.

He recalled the skills he had learned from the Order and began to recite an extraordinary incantation silently.

Both he and Senna knew this extraordinary spell, which was designed to shut out any emotion.

Only in this way can he enter a state of balance and face horrors beyond imagination.

The sadness slowly receded, but never completely dissipated.

Only when he felt that his memories with Senna were drifting away would he force himself to open the hanging box.

Lucian suddenly found that he could no longer recall many details.

Including the curve of her jaw, the feel of her skin, and the exact color of her eyes.

The longer the road of revenge goes, the farther away she becomes.

Lucian raised his head and exhaled from his lungs, forcing his heartbeat to slow down.

The cave's walls are made of dull limestone, and it sits on a cliff above Bilgewater's upper town.

The movement of water and the quarrying work of local residents created a huge labyrinth beneath the city.

This is a secret escape route, and few people usually come here.

The pale walls are etched with looping spirals, surging tides, and patterns that look like unblinking eyes.

He knew that these symbols came from local religion, but the person who carved them had not been here for many years.

And he found this place by following the secret talisman of his religious order.

In any city in Valoran, glyphs represent the location of refuge and support.

There were only a few glimmers of light reflected from the ceiling in the cave, but as his eyes moved along the threaded lines, his palms began to glow slightly.

Let me be your shield.

Lucian looked down and saw Senna's words as clear as if she were right next to him.

The necklace pendant was shining with flickering green firelight.

He hung the necklace back around his neck and held tightly the pair of guns that were once relics.

Perhaps sensing something, Lucian looked at the location of the tavern in the lower city, his eyes flickering.

"Extraordinary?"

He was not surprised by the existence of extraordinary beings. After all, this pirate city can be said to be a special city in the Valoran continent.

"I hope you can hold on until dawn." Lucian said softly.

The undead creatures faced by the tavern can only be said to be weak existences in the Shadow Island, which is full of death.

These weak souls will only emerge from the eternal darkness during the Soul Erosion Night.

Once a powerful spirit pays attention to the tavern, their souls will inevitably be sucked out and turned into walking zombies.

He has seen this situation many times.

Boom! Boom!
Just as Lucian was about to enter the cave to help the fleeing Bilgewater people, he heard roars coming from near the upper city.

He immediately looked into the distance and saw a faint glow of blazing light blooming in the thick black fog.

Although the light was submerged in the black fog, it was still somewhat eye-catching, as if something was fighting fiercely.

"Artillery? Which captain did it in the black fog?"

Lucian whispered, recalling his powerful presence on Bilgewater's bounty list.

When he has nothing to do, he will take on some bounty tasks.

Then Lucian's eyes narrowed, and he noticed a breath that could never be forgotten appeared in the distance.

"Hammer stone."

(End of this chapter)