Kahn flew through the air with Kasha and witnessed the tragic situation of Bilgewater under the Soul Erosion Night.

Except for some of the towering cliffs, Bilgewater has been completely submerged in the black mist.

The howling of fear came from Baigang, which buried the dead, and the Blood Port was also covered in depression clouds. The wind was howling on the ruins of the mourning dock. The flames burned along the Butcher's Bridge. A smog of shimmer lingered on the cliff above the gray port. Some strange shadows reflected in the pool below, sparkling and rippling.

They should have stayed on the boat, but a strange fire appeared in the pickpocket square in the distance. Although it was as weak as Mars in the black fog, it made Kahn feel very concerned.

The two landed above a rice shop, observing the situation in the square.

The mist gathered on the bounty list, and frozen tears flowed down the sea snake's eyes.

The black mist boiled here, shaking like a spasm, something rolled deep in the air, rushing out countless screaming undead.

The strange fire he saw came from a lamppost, held in his hand by a tall hooded man. The man waved the lamppost and defeated the attacking ghosts, so from a distance it looked like a fire was dancing.

A skull condensed by ghost fire rushed out of the fog, with empty eyes and sharp teeth.

Its jaw was stretched to a point where no joint could do it, and a mournful hissing pierced from its throat.

The man held the lamp post and turned his wrist, and the lampshade at the top pointed to the bridge of the skeleton's disappearing nose. The fire suddenly jumped, and the ghost fire dissipated.

With the light of the flames, Kahn saw the man wearing a porous mask on his face, which tightly covered his head, and his ears and hair were not exposed.

The lamppost swept across, and the splashing sparks were dragged out of their long flame tails, and the staggering undead was swept into the blaze and turned into ashes.

The hooded man noticed both of them as soon as he turned around, but did not make any move and focused on the undead around him.

He seemed to have not taken Soul Erosion Night seriously at all. The lamppost in his hand was burning with bright fire, provoking the shadow of death.

"I didn't expect to meet here..." Kahn's voice murmured under his helmet.

"What?" Kasha looked at the man, not realizing what the flame meant to them, until Kahn spoke a name she almost forgot.

"Eternal Flame."

"Is this the eternal flame we are looking for? It doesn't look special." Kasha didn't feel anything special about the flames in the lamppost. Whether in color or shape, they all looked like ordinary flames.

"I don't know either, but Jax should be the only one who beats people with the lamppost. Let's get closer and test his attitude." Kahn jumped out of the rice shop and tore the soul of a sailor pulling the wall below to pieces with his sharp claws.

A thing with bat wings like a gargoyle blocked his way, but Kasha chased him over and sent a plasma bomb to pieces. Another shot hit a dead soul with a exposed minion behind Jax, making the other party look at him.

"Am I doing this right?" Kasha asked.

"It's good to do it, it's up to you to see if the other party appreciates it." Kahn dealt with the undead with a fang-dreaming claws. A knife and axeman came slashing with a machete that was taller than him. He released a lightning bolt to tear it apart, and at the same time he thought about how to make Jax willingly hand over the eternal flames.

He noticed that a few wisps of black mist stuck to Jax like spider silk, and the tentacles of the black mist penetrated into his thick purple suit.

Kahn moved his mind and used the mage's hand to pull a brazier not far away to his face, then kicked Jax's feet.

The square was connected by a wooden shed floating on the water. Kahn kicked the rotating brazier between the two sheds and slid along the gap to Jax's feet.

He shouted to Jax, "The black mist is sucking away your vitality, you need this."

Jax glanced at the brazier, and the queen grass inside burned in the black fog and emitted a violent pink light, and the smoke emitting shook the thick black fog.

"It's just right." Jax picked up the brazier with a lamppost and knocked it hard!

The flipped brazier sprinkled the burning queen grass in all directions, avoiding the black fog, and the undead hidden in it screamed in pain.

Kahn frowned. He didn't let Jax use this. His original intention was to let Jax use Queen's Grass as an amulet, rather than throw it out as a hidden weapon... Otherwise, the vitality would continue to be sucked away by the black fog.

Forget it, people with eternal flames have almost endless lives, and they will not die even if they are sucked away.

He is worthy of being called a weapon master, and he thinks of using everything as a weapon.

The black fog bypassed the flames and slowly gathered again. The tentacles of the fog twitched like spasm, and a low and long sound came from the depths, like a trumpet of war.

The thunderous sound of iron hooves gradually approached with the storm, one after another, at least equivalent to a Noxus Legion's fierce beating war drums.

The waves pushed the shed, and even the ground began to tremble, and frozen tears fell from the corners of the eyes of the abandoned bow statue.

"Iron Group, they are here again." As soon as Kasha finished speaking, a knight's outline appeared in the black fog.

The sky at midnight is set against the tall shadows. Humans and beasts merge into one in strange forms and become an empty demon armor, filled with endless desire to kill.

The iron hooves stomp the burning herbs, and the invisible ripples of fear disperse.

...

Sarah quickly walked towards the next room and opened the door with one foot.

The sound of breaking through the air came, and several bullets passed by her unexpectedly and penetrated into the walls of the corridor.

She immediately turned around and avoided the side, pressed her back against the wall, and looked down at her lower abdomen.

A red-burned projectile penetrated the skin armor and penetrated into the flesh, causing heart-wrenching pain. In the room, the sailor was still shooting outside the door with a musket, and the bullet hit the wall behind Sarah, but it was not penetrated.

Thanks to the strongest things in Noxus, if they were replaced with wood for ordinary sailing boats, she would have to have a few more gun holes on her body.

Because of the protection of the skin nails, the projectile is not drilled deep and is embedded in the flesh next to the bottom piece of rib.

But because of this, the heat spread from the projectile will cause greater pain to the sensitive nerves around it.

Sarah stretched out a finger, and the fingerprints on her fingertips became the current state of a suction cup.

She gritted her teeth, stabbed her finger into the eye, and sucked the projectile and pulled it out.

The skin nails healed and closed the wound, and she looked at the blood-stained projectile at her fingertips.

Ordinary bullets, no special resin and rue.

Used to kill people, not to deal with the dead.
Chapter completed!