I, Foyego, the most affectionate species in Runeterra

"Your Majesty, I wonder what you plan to call this sect?"

Karsas asked aloud.

After all, it is better to leave the name to the leader.

Religions, even cults, should at least have a resounding name.

Cult of Death? Too cheesy, and it sounds too shady.

Shadow God Cult? What's more, you're afraid that others won't know you're from Shadow Island.

How else can this fool others into teaching?

After a little thought, Foyego finalized a name.

"It's called the Dawn Sect."

Dawn symbolizes the boundary between light and shadow.

And this also implies the wonderful state of coexistence of life and death of the undead.

And this name sounds like a serious order, and it is more convenient to preach later.

"Is dawn..."

The soul fire of Karsas first flickered slightly, and then he suddenly burst into extremely high enthusiasm.

The soul fire in his eyes suddenly flourished.

How could he not preach the gospel of death as his pursuit?

"Dawn! What a wonderful name! "

"Like this eternal death! People can't help but want to sing a song! "

Karthus's sudden horse fart surprised Foyego.

I didn't expect this kid to have thick eyebrows... Without a body, he will actually slap.

It's not easy.

"Doctrine or something, look at it yourself."

"But there is one that must lie dormant before the Soul Devouring Night comes."

"It must not be easily exposed."

Foyego said solemnly to Karthus.

"Yes."

With the wisdom of Karthus, nature understood the need for dormancy.

After another exchange between the two, Foyego left the place and left the rest to Karthus.

Dawn Sect.

It was under the initial conspiracy of the two that it was established.

And the Silver Snake Gang will become the cradle of the growth of the Dawn Sect.

......

When old Huck woke up and found himself still lying on the bench, what he had just experienced was like a dream.

It's just that beside him, there is a pitch-black and quaint short staff.

The staff faintly shimmers with a pale light, and it is engraved with mysterious and ancient patterns, as if it contains the secret of breaking through life and death.

Everything that happened last night was clearly engraved in old Huck's mind, and he became more and more excited after seeing this short staff.

He - Baron Harker!

He is truly God's chosen one!

Old Huck couldn't wait to pick up the short cane and put it in his hand to take a closer look.

And at the moment of touching this short staff, countless strange knowledge appeared in his mind out of thin air.

......

Dark Lord, the great god of darkness and death!

And this short black staff was made by the messenger of death last night.

Now Old Huck can borrow the power of the short staff at will.

Almost instantly, Old Huck felt that the originally blurred vision became clear, and his weak body became strong again.

Even pale hair has an anti-black trend!

This is the breath of life! This is the power of God!

With the help of this short staff, he can live forever!

And now, for the elder Huck, there is an urgent matter to deal with.

That is - he needs to take back his rights.

......

An hour later, a middle-aged man with extraordinary grace arrived at this luxurious residence.

"Master Harker, Master asked you to go directly to the bedroom to meet him."

A servant said to the little Huck in front of him, with a very humble attitude.

After all, this one will be the existence of the Paper Silver Snake Gang in the future.

After the death of the elder Huck, it will be his son who inherits everything he has.

This is the accepted result within the Silver Snake Gang.

"Got it."

Hearing this, little Huck looked a little impatient.

"What is this old thing up to?"

Little Huck forced the impatience in his heart and walked slowly towards the old Huck room.

In fact, little Huck has long been dissatisfied with this father.

Although the basic things in the Silver Snake Gang are handled by Little Huck at the moment, Old Huck still holds a part of the core power in his hands and has never been handed over to Little Hack, which makes him very unhappy.

He was old and about to die.

Why should you hold the power in your hands before you die?

"Tuk Tuk!"

Soon, little Huck came to the door and knocked lightly.

"Come in."

A breathy voice came from the bedroom, not as decaying as little Huck had imagined.

Little Huck pushed open the door and walked in, he couldn't believe his eyes!

I saw that the old Huck who was originally skinny and dying of old age had actually returned to his middle-aged state at this moment!

A middle-aged man with a dignified face was sitting on a recliner, looking at little Huck with cold eyes.

"Nope! That's impossible! "

Little Huck said in disbelief, he would never admit it! The middle-aged man in front of him was his father!

Baron Harker!

"How did you do it!"

Shocked, little Huck even forgot that he should maintain a superficial respect, after all, this is his father.

But now, everything in front of him is too subversive, so that Little Huck immediately broke the defense.

Because once old Huck really rejuvenates, then he will never want to completely master the Silver Snake Gang for the rest of his life!

"Nope! Must kill him! "

Little Huck quickly reacted, and the temptation of power had already made him abandon the insignificant so-called family affection.

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