I, Foyego, the most affectionate species in Runeterra

There is a saying that a good man does not mention the courage of the year.

Now, Baron Harker is old.

He had to keep devolving his power into his son's hands.

And one day, the name "Baron Harker" will also be handed over from the old Huck to the little Huck.

Is old Huck really so willing?

But what if he is unwilling.

After all, people will die.

"Alas..."

Old Huck couldn't help but sigh softly, quietly enjoying the last period of his life.

Suddenly, a faint singing sounded in Old Huck's ears.

This song is like a melody and misery, like an ode from the nine ghosts of hell.

Unknowingly, Old Huck was lost in this song like this.

In a trance, Old Huck felt as if his soul had left his body and gradually floated into the dark night sky.

Only at this moment did Huck suddenly wake up.

He looked back and saw that in the luxurious mansion, his body was still lying on the bench.

It's just that at the moment, he looks extraordinarily peaceful.

Fear suddenly filled Huck's entire soul, making Huck feel extremely flustered.

At this time, a phantom voice appeared in Huck's ears.

"Huck, your life is coming to an end, and I am the messenger who has come to welcome you to death."

Immediately, Huck turned his eyes to look ahead, and saw a hazy ghost figure dressed in a black robe floating in the air.

This ghost wears a pitch-black crown on its head, holds a pitch-black magic staff in his hand, and exudes a cold aura all over his body!

That's right, this must be the messenger of death!

"No, I can't die!"

"I still have a lot of money to squander!"

"I still have endless rights that I haven't had time to enjoy!"

"Nope! No! "

In the face of death, old Huck roared the unwillingness and despair in his heart, he never wanted to return to dead silence just like that!

"Presumptuous!"

"Huc, how dare you defy death!"

Hearing this, the ghost seemed to be angry, and a pale and powerful force escaped from the ghost's body.

In the face of this force, Old Huck was powerless to resist, and could only see this force thinking about his invasion.

"Nope! No!!!! "

Old Huck's soul was shouting, but nothing could be changed.

Just then, suddenly.

"And slowly."

A calm voice seemed to come from nine days away, and a terrifying power descended from the sky.

A tremor from the depths of his soul made both Huck and Ghost stop.

"See the Great Dark Lord."

At that moment, the pitch-black ghost figure crawled on the ground and lowered its originally high head to the sky.

Huck didn't know what kind of existence this "dark lord" was.

But at least, at the moment, his soul was telling him that this was a supreme being with a sublime personality!

His courage made Huck know that this was probably an opportunity to change all that.

So he quickly followed suit, praised the name of the Dark Sovereign, and fell to his knees to the sky.

"Meet the Dark Lord!!"

After a moment of silence, this deep and mysterious voice in the sky sounded again.

"Huck, you are God's chosen one."

"You should not return to silence and die now."

"Believe in me and spread my faith."

"You will be rewarded for eternity!"

This magnificent voice sounded again, which made Huck couldn't help but get excited.

He is God's chosen one!

He can get eternal life! He doesn't have to die!

In the face of such a good thing, how could Huck refuse.

"Yes!"

"I am willing to believe in the Great Dark Sovereign!"

"I want to be your most devout believer!"

Huck quickly agreed, and respectfully bowed to the sky.

"Messenger of Death, help Huck spread my faith."

The magnificent voice came again, making the black ghost on the side tremble.

"Nope! Dark Monarch, you can't..."

Before this black ghost finished speaking, a huge force seemed to appear in the underworld.

The black ghost was compressed and twisted into a pure black short staff.

"Go, Hack, go and complete your mission!"

As the words fell, Huck felt that his soul was slowly receding until he returned to his body.

......

In the night sky, some pale mist escaped from the originally dark short staff, and then condensed into a black ghost again.

At the same time, the black mist that appeared out of thin air also condensed into a young man with long pale hair.

"Well acted, Carlthus."

Foyego praised Karthus, his eyes full of admiration.

He really didn't look away, this kid was born to be a material for a god stick.

It was fitting to transfer to Birgewater to preach.

"Some His Majesty's compliments, this is just what I should do."

Karsas obviously did not mean to be proud of his achievements, but leaned over and humbled to the point.

Obviously, this scene just now is just a play performed by Karsas and Foyego.

The purpose was only to let the leader of the Silver Snake Gang intrigue.

The pitch-black staff was just changed from the original staff of Karthus.

Karsas is originally a ghost body, and it is not difficult to attach to a short staff.

And Foyego's next plan required Karthusian to attach to this short rod to complete.

"After you have completely controlled the Silver Serpent Gang, I need you to establish a sect in Bilgewater."

"Believe in the Dark Sovereign."

A gleam flashed in Foyego's eyes, and he whispered to Karthus.

"Understood."

After answering, the soul fire in the hollow eyes of Karsas flickered slightly again.

He naturally understood that this so-called dark monarch was his lord monarch, the Ruined King Foyego.

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