The Glory of Noxus.

Chapter 329 Holy Spear Baptism Ultimate Explosive Bomb
"Light, so what?"

A pale green halo of light emerged outside the black robe, completely blocking out the pure silver fire.

Thresh chuckled softly, twitching the soul-drawing lamp and putting away the pale green light wheel.

Lucian had expected it, and was not surprised that Thresh was able to follow up on his fervent attack.

He fired again, and the silver gunfire flew out like a shower.

Every shot went straight to Thresh's vitals, but not a single shot hit the target.

The black light that filled the outside of the soul-inducing lamp dispelled all attacks invisible.

"I remember the weapon in your hand."

Thresh stood there, being baptized by the silver gunfire.

"I know their secrets from her heart, and I also know what is called light."

puff!puff!
The hook was deeply embedded in Lucian's flesh, and warm blood spurted out and flowed along the iron chain.

"No. I saw her dead!"

"Hahaha! Hahaha!"

"You don't know? The Rebirth Order knows so much about me, but you have never doubted it?"

Lucian groaned in pain and staggered, obviously being severely injured by the sudden attack.

Thresh spoke in a low voice, like the sound of a butcher's knife rubbing against bones.

Lucian raised his head, looked at Thresh's ruined face, and intended to shoot.

Seeing this, Lucian's inner anger grew stronger, and his body trembled with despair and rage.

"Chisel away the idle stuff, and leave only the holy stone. Chill out the idle stuff, and leave only the holy stone."

But he would never give up, silently reciting the hymn he learned many years ago.

Just as he tried to exert force, burning pain came from every joint in his body, causing him to fall to the ground.

Lucian's eyes were angry, and he pulled the trigger with both hands, and the silver bullets of holy light were released like a torrent, drowning Thresh's figure.

"She's not dead yet!" Thresh raised the soul-inducing lamp in his hand.

【Cold Pursuit】!
Lucian maintained his remaining sanity and slid forward. The silver bullets of Holy Light cut through the black fog like bright stars, carrying endless light and power, launching more violent attacks on Thresh.

"Haha, your soul is my toy."

Lucian was furious, and the madness in his heart could no longer be suppressed. The sacred pistol that Senna left for him burst out with silver light.

"What did you say?"

He gritted his teeth and tried to break free from the hook, but a pale green will-o'-the-wisp entered his body along the wound.

Facing this surging silver torrent, Thresh grinned with a strange and sinister smile.

"She was in my lantern, screaming."

The sound of iron chains pierced through the black fog, scratched Lucian's windbreaker, and wrapped around his body.

【Death sentence】!
His eyes flashed, and he keenly perceived the gaps in Lucian's sliding steps, and threw out the hook in his hand with great determination.

Thresh enjoyed Lucian's sorrow and squeezed out words from the corner of his mouth, which slowly drifted into Lucian's ears.

"Let's have some fun!"

And the terror he had never felt before was about to drive him completely crazy.

Lucian felt a cold fear rising in his mind.

In the forgotten vault, he watched Senna die in front of him.

Thresh laughed wildly, making a noise like the scratching of a file, causing the black mist to stir.

Lucian looked over, looking beyond the black fog with crazy eyes, and saw countless souls inside the lantern, writhing in agony and making wailing sounds.

"Longing is her weakness. Love is her catastrophe." Thresh walked over with the soul-guiding lamp.

[Baptism of the Holy Spear]!
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The soul-inducing lamp in his hand lit up a pale green light wheel, rapidly expanding like a shield, swallowing up the surging silver torrent.

"No!"

Her soul was taken away by Thresh's Soul Lamp, and disappeared together with the black mist.

"Sweet tragic tones!"

In the silent black fog, a hot silver light suddenly bloomed.

Thresh took his time and waved the soul-guiding lamp in his hand. The pale-green light wheel remained firm and resisted the impact of the silver torrent.

"I personally stripped off her soul and kept it here."

Lucian paused his offensive, and his cold face suddenly froze.

"Come on, you can try, can you hear her voice?"

Thresh smiled, but Lucian felt something unusual.

However, a pair of empty eye sockets came into view, freezing his movements.

It was like a black hole leading to nothingness, attracting his soul.

No matter what Thresh had experienced during his lifetime, there is no trace of it left now.

No sympathy, no kindness, no humanity.

“Death and suffering are great for mortals.”

The Soul Lock Warden stretched his hand towards Lucian's neck, preparing to collect the delicious soul in front of him.

"No matter where you flee, death will not change. But before that, you have to pass through my hands."

On the stone road leading to Nagakapoulos Palace, Miss Fortune was running desperately, her heavy breathing beating on her throat.

His lungs were about to burst, and his blood vessels were thick and cold.

She didn't dare to stop, the black mist surrounding her was pouring into the temple.

Although Huo Jixing and Lucian went to stop Hecarim and Thresh respectively, there were still many undead creatures in the black mist.

Looking out of the corner of her eye, Miss Fortune saw two huge spider-shaped monsters running towards her quickly.

The sharp spider legs pierced the rock, and the upright blue eyes fell on everyone.

Soul Weaver Spider Spirit!

Dark creatures that believe in the Spider God, the Vile Maw, are active in the Shadow Island area.

They will work with the black mist to hunt living people, especially strong young people.

The soul-weaver spider spirit has approached the team, causing the black mist to spiral upwards, weaving a giant black web along the mountain wall in front of the temple. "Walk!"

Drizzt stepped forward, skillfully pulled out three red cards, and threw them at the giant black net blocking the way.

The cards were flying, and the witchcraft flames were ignited. With sharp cutting power, they instantly burned through the giant net and turned into pieces of debris falling down.

Immediately afterwards, Drizzt turned around, staring at the soul-weaver spider spirit rushing towards him, and cut and shuffled the cards again.

【Select cards】!
Drizzt's fingers flew across the cards, and each cut seemed to weave an invisible magic.

Along with his movements, majestic magic fluctuations emerged in the surrounding air.

Drizzt directly selected a card with yellow magic light and threw it at the first soul-weaver spider spirit with a solemn expression.

Click!

The yellow card shattered, and brilliant magic energy surged out, immobilizing the soul-weaver spider spirit as it moved forward.

Just when Drizzt was about to cut the cards again.

Another soul-weaver spider spirit appeared in front of Drizzt, raised its black spider legs like spears, and slammed them down towards Drizzt.

Drizzt's heart tightened, and he could clearly feel the terrifying power contained in the black spider's legs.
Bang!
The dull sound of gunfire rang out.

Graves took his double-barreled shotgun and hit the soul-weaver spider spirit's body, sending it staggering.

The originally fatal offensive failed directly.

The black spider legs that were about to fall deviated from their target due to the shaking of the soul-weaver spider spirit's body.

There was only a sharp stabbing sound, and the black spider legs stabbed on the mountain road next to Drizzt, leaving a huge deep hole.

Small pieces of stone flew into the air and flew everywhere.

Drizzt immediately left the attack range of the Soulweaver Spider Spirit and looked at Graves with gratitude flashing in his eyes.

"Cui Zi, what are you doing standing still? Cover me!"

Graves spoke sharply, firing the shotgun in his hand continuously, bombarding the soul-weaver spider spirit.

This guy's body is like steel, very hard. When densely packed bullets fall on it, only tiny marks can be seen.

[Quickly draw the gun]!
Graves' expression changed when he heard the sound of breaking through the air beside him. He had no time to think and rolled backwards in embarrassment.

puff!
The black spider legs fell down and pierced the stone path.

It was the soul-weaver spider spirit that was dazed before. It broke free from the restrictions of the yellow magic and pounced on Graves.

"Pooh!"

Graves spat out a mouthful of blood.

Although he avoided the terrifying attack of the Soulweaver Spider Spirit, the flying stones hit his body like bullets, making him very uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Drizzt came to support, and the two of them covered each other to prevent the pursuit of the soul-weaver spider spirit.

"No, we can't keep fighting here!"

Graves looked around and saw the black mist slowly approaching. His eyes darkened and he took out the iron bottle from his waist.

[Smoke Screen]!
Graves slammed the iron bottle to the ground, and a cloud of irritating mist rose directly, covering the surrounding area.

The two soul-weaving spider spirits rushed into the mist without fear, surrounding them with cold compound eyes, looking for the breath of living people.

【Ultimate Explosive Bomb】!
Graves was hiding in the mist and had already equipped [Destiny] with special explosive bombs. When the two soul-weaver spider spirits broke in, he shot directly at it.

The next moment!

The dazzling fire light lit up in the mist, carrying terrifying destructive power and hitting the soul-weaver spider spirit.

Under the terrifying recoil, Graves fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, without looking at the result, he took Drizzt and ran towards the temple behind him.

Wails sounded.

The two soul-weaving spider spirits fell to the ground, and black blood flowed from their hard bodies.

In front of them, there were three broken black spider legs dangling randomly, and blood corroded the stone road.

When the two soul-weaving spider spirits staggered to their feet, they saw that their prey had entered the temple.

Blue compound eyes flashed. After hesitating for a while, they turned and left. There was still the breath of a living person behind them.

In the dark fog, bright lights flashed, and occasionally there was a roar.

But Sock didn't look back and kept moving forward.

His father, Feder, was always by his side. Even though he looked extremely pale, he never left Sok.

Coupled with the protection of Yosip and others, the ghosts gathered around could not affect the team for the time being.

Sok looked up and saw Miss Fortune running to the temple door and starting to knock on the door frantically.

Raven and the uncles he had just met also started banging.

"Ms. Bearded, please let us in!"

Raven shouted at the top of her lungs, and Miss Fortune and everyone else followed him, banging on the door and shouting.

But to no avail, the temple was extremely quiet, as if no one was there.

Miss Fortune looked cold, stretched out her hand to fumble with the door frame, and then spoke bitterly.

"The door is locked."

"You can see it."

Gangplank ran over panting heavily, pulled off the pendant Illaoi gave him, put it in his palm, and then pressed it flat against the door.

"Illaoi, open this crappy door for me quickly, I want to go in!"

Gangplank's voice was very loud, and there was no sign of the power of the Bandit King at all. It was more like a quarrel between a husband and wife.

"Are you going to watch me die outside?"

"No, no, this is Gangplank?" Graves looked at Gangplank and said with a smile.

"It's not important." Drizzt shook his head.

"If we can't get into the temple, then we'll have to face Thresh and Hecarim."

"Hehe, too."

Graves took out the cigar from his waist, lit it, and let out a breath.

Then he looked at the two battlefields in the distance, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

Because the silver light that represents Lucian is dimming.

(End of this chapter)