"Gwen, let's start."

Zell and Roy came to the campfire and gently placed their hands on Gwen's shoulders. The latter turned around and looked at them, and his strange eyes changed from confusion to firmness.

She reached out and touched her neck, and a circle of marks on it turned into an exquisite crown, with emerald green gems inlaid on the front.

Then, a trace of white mist evaporated from the crown.

...

In the deepest part of Shadow Island, Foyego sat on the broken and charred throne.

On his left was a torn portrait. The only one in the portrait was the king, and his queen was torn off.

He looked forward with thoughtful eyes, which was the face of Isuld.

Sometimes her eyes are too wide, and sometimes her cheeks are too narrow.

The calluses common to tailor female workers were missing on her hands, and they were roughly deformed by the scissors grip and thimble.

She is wearing a luxurious dress, and she is also wearing a simple dress.

She was indomitable and always the same as before, but when he reached out, the illusion shattered instantly.

Then he arrived here, surrounded by bad water, and the vast amount of bad water that she had taken away again.

When Foyego remained motionless, he was like a corpse or statue.

No breathing, and no longer my chest was undulating.

He no longer has a heart, but he still feels heartbreaking when he thinks about the past...

At the gap in his chest, the tentacles of black mist were surging out.

These dark fogs carrying curses were heavy and endless sorrow that kept pouring out from his broken heart.

They swept across the earth and invaded everything coldly. All life wherever they reach was drained, leaving only the ethereal green corpse.

However, it was not aimless. As Foyego's sadness fluctuated like a tide, the thick fog kept surging forward, searching for her.

The evil spirits and ghosts in the fog can do whatever they want, but the black fog will only rush towards her forever.

And now, what it found was somewhere on the island.

He nailed the King's Blade in his hand deep into the rocks under his feet. The hard obsidian cracked and violent vibrations affected the entire Shadow Island.

"Foyego." He couldn't hear the exact words clearly, but imagined that voice was calling himself.

...

The waves from the depths of Shadow Island woke most of the people in their sleep, and the rest were awakened by others even if they were not aware of it.

They gathered in front of Maokai, looking at the direction of the vibration, and seeing solemnity in each other's eyes.

"This Foyego trap is really useful..." Zell felt aroused as he looked at the thick fog rolling around the sky, and a storm was brewing.

"What did you say?" Senna asked.

"Nothing, be ready for the fight."

The black fog came very quickly, covering the jungle and covering the sky and the sun.

This abnormal situation also made the spiders sense uneasy and hid in the nest and hid themselves in the darkness.

Oluy poured a large amount of holy ointment into the altar, and the burning light of the golden liquid formed a barrier as big as a half-court of the basketball court, separating the thick fog.

They stood in the light, and the surrounding world was pressed underneath by an impenetrable curtain.

The ink-colored fog was rhythmic like a pulse, approaching inch by inch. The air became colder and darker, and then the sound of iron hooves pedaling on the hard rocky road was heard from afar.

Countless horses galloped, tearing the curtain apart, and there were figures of horse riding in the dark.

The scratches and collisions in the gaps in the armor, the swaying of the stirrups, and fear squeezed the chest like iron pliers.

A flag bearer held a still pennant, but the sound of the flag whipping in the wind was clearly heard.

The trumpeter bit the trumpet's mouth with his lipless white teeth and blew the trumpet of attack.

The mist screamed: He-Ka-Ri-M!

Those who are present with this name are no strangers. On the last Soul Erosion Night, Oloy and Sarah faced him.

And now the cavalry commander is walking out of the fog, shaking the ground every time he takes, leaving burning horse hoof prints.

"The end of the world is here." Hekarim's voice was thick and wild, as if every tone came from the depths of the furnace.

This is a half-man and half-horse monster made of charred pig iron. He is extremely huge. He looks down at them, his eyes are filled with smoldering flames, and he sees everything in front of him. Behind him, the entire cavalry team is not a horse rider, but a monster exactly like this regiment commander.

"Can you not be so old-fashioned?"

Sarah met without fear. Since they had defeated Hekarim once, it was not difficult to do it again.

"According to the order of the ruler of Shadow Island and King Foyego, I come to occupy this land. Let my loyal knights witness here, I, Hekarim, the conqueror of Heliah, and the great leader of the Iron Group, will harvest all the souls here." I don't know if Hekarim listened to her words, but he looked at Sarah.

"You are brave, I enjoy harvesting your soul!"

"As long as I am still here, you can't even get a soul."

On the edge of the altar, Oloy had summoned many of Naga Capolos' tentacles, waiting for the cavalry regiment to rush over to see who crushed whom.

The fog was suddenly dispersed, and Hekarim rode alone and broke in alone.

The spirit tentacles were split by the burning swords and halberds, and Hekarim was about to rush into the altar... But the next moment, fierce artillery fire fell on his head.

A ghost ship appeared from the rolling fog, and the cavalry regiment was bathed in cannonballs, and when they met, they were overturned.

Hekarim was gathered in fire by dozens of thirty-pound cannons, and the iron-cast ghost instantly turned into a pile of broken copper and iron.

"This guy died like this..." Sarah didn't even come back to her senses: "This is too fast."

"Hmph, don't see whose ship it is." Planck, who was tied with his legs, snorted coldly, and was kicked to the ground by Oloy.

The artillery stopped, and Zell came to Hekarim's body. After his death, the other cavalry disappeared in all directions, and the outside was once again swallowed by the sticky darkness.

He searched the corpse for a while, but did not find a dark holy object similar to the Dark Night Reaper. It seemed that he could not encounter such equipment.

Zell deliberately stuck to the wave refresh time and started the decisive battle before he lost control of the Fear.

As the vanguard of Foyego, Hekarim is a powerful undead, but his strength is as the leader of the Iron Regiment, and his strength is as the army combat.

His personal strength is far less than that of the Reaper Lasha. Even the cannon fire that even Lasha can't withstand, he is even less able to do.

After Hekarim died, the black fog did not stop.

They formed a huge upside-down vortex in the sky, covering the entire island, making people feel that they will be sucked to nature in the next second.
Chapter completed!