I ask you to portray a mama's boy, but you portray a wealthy man?

Chapter 177 Death is not the end

In the live broadcast room, Li Mo's deep voice spoke loudly.

Every viewer can truly feel Calista's heartbroken despair.

Betrayed and brutally murdered by her fiancé.

Is there anything in the world more despairing than this?
【Feel our hate! 】

The moment Kalista fell to the ground, a powerful dark energy erupted in the center of the temple.

Black mist instantly enveloped the entire Floating Light Island.

Calista, who had lost her breath, also stood up in the black mist.

Her eyes were cold and she completely lost consciousness. At this time, she only had one thought in her mind.

revenge!

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Ledros lay in a pool of blood, and the battered armor on his body was stained with dazzling scarlet.

Her sword fell to the side, and the blade had broken apart. Looking up, she saw enemies all around.

Those people were once her companions, but at this moment they ruthlessly raised their butcher's knives towards her.

In the fog, everything was gone, but she could still clearly see the face that haunted her.

Kalista, great, it turns out you are still alive...

Calista met his eyes, but her eyes were so cold, as if she was looking at a stranger.

Ledros was lying on the ground, his breathing getting weaker and weaker, but his eyes were still gentle and watery.

Callista, whom she had in mind, raised her spear towards her and pierced her body fiercely.

Ledros subconsciously held this hand. Although the touch from her hand was so cold, she didn't care.

Perhaps only at this moment could he touch her openly.

The peace in his heart made Ledros willing to accept all this, without pain, fear, or doubt.

In his mind, no matter what Callista did to him, it was a matter of course.

It seemed like I was about to experience death again. It was a really painful memory.

What about her?

"Hello, Ledros."

A voice filled with cold fear suddenly sounded in the fog.

Ledros... was his name.

Ledros tried his best to raise his head, and then heard an evil laugh, which was also mixed with the sound of swinging chains.

"I don't understand why you torture yourself so much, but I'm glad to see you in pain."

Reality surged like a wave, screaming as if it was dragging him into the bottomless abyss.

The blood around Ledros's body had long since dried up, turning into dark brown blood marks, and the white stones were dyed black by his blood.

So many years have passed?
Why haven't you died yet?

Ledros stared at the sky with wide eyes.

He couldn't see the blue color in his heart, and all he could see was a dark cloud of three heroes.

A thick black fog shrouded the surroundings, and ghostly figures flickered in the fog.

The powerful warriors who had died in this disasterous land were all resurrected at this moment.

Ledros could only hold Calista tightly in his arms, fearing that he would not be able to see her in the next second.

"my sweetheart."

He wailed and watched Callista disappear from his arms.

It turned out that he was already dead.

At this moment, he is just a poor ghost trapped in this eternal border state.

Ledros stood up and picked up the broken sword. He raised his sword and pointed it at the cold voice.

A green lantern slowly emerged from the mist, and a huge figure dragging chains behind him descended silently.

In the lantern, countless trapped souls howled and screamed in pain, but they could never break free from the prison.

Soullock Warden - Thresh.

Ledros really hates this monster!
This evil spirit has been haunting him for centuries, and its words are always full of mockery and sarcasm.

Now, he actually found this place together?

This has always been a safe haven in Ledros's heart, and it is the only place where he can feel peace.

"Thresh, what are you doing here?"

Ledros asked angrily, his voice was so sad.

"You have been missing for a long time this time. How many months? Or maybe several years? I can't find you, so I have to look for you myself!"

Thresh seemed to be talking to an old friend, his voice full of banter.

Ledros lowered his sword and looked around.

Ledros clearly remembers the first time he set foot here. At that time, this place was just a quiet island isolated from the world.

Blessed Island...

When the Curse of Desolation did not erupt, the island was always wrapped in a white mist barrier, denying any outsiders entry.

When they first landed, there was only civilization and wisdom on Floating Light Island, and the peaceful islanders could not even learn to use weapons.

This actually made it easier for them. The whole fighting process went so smoothly. Those people fell in pain and despair under the iron heel of the kingdom, and could only curse and wail incompetently.

Now, it has become the home of shadows and twisted monsters, a barren land shrouded in black mist.

Whenever Ledros emerges from the Black Mist, he will appear here.

Because this is the place where he died for the first time, and speaking of it, it was a long time ago.

However, this time he met Thresh here.

This monster that shouldn't be here seems to know that it will come here in advance.

This change gave Ledras an uneasy feeling in his heart.

Suddenly, Ledros seemed to think of something and reached out to touch his neck.

There was nothing there.

That small trinket that even death could not stop him from carrying close to his body was lost at this moment?

Ledros looked around anxiously, but found nothing.

"Are you looking for this? It's really beautiful!"

Thresh teased and raised the chain, with an exquisite silver pendant hanging on it.

Two bright roses entwine each other, looking like a pair of lovers embracing each other.

Angry flames surged into his heart instantly. Ledros strode forward, the broken sword in his hand shining with light, pointing directly at Thresh: "Give this thing back to me!"

He looked down at Thresh, his eyes full of rage: "You took something that shouldn't belong to you!"

There was no fear in the soul-locked warden's cold pupils, but instead they were filled with a kind of cruel pleasure.

"This is not in line with your character, Ledros... You shouldn't have such clear thinking. All the undead here should be chaotic... You are an alien, which will make you in the dark It’s hard to move even when you’re in the middle..."

Thresh laughed coldly, seeming happy to see this change.

"Give me the stuff!"

Ledros didn't seem to hear Thresh's words, and his eyes became even more angry: "Or I'll kill you!"

"You can try."

Thresh's tone remained unchanged, unhurried.

His pupils were quietly dyed with dark flames, as if he was expecting Ledras' violent behavior!
(End of this chapter)