I, Folyago, am the most devoted lover in Runeterra.

If one wants to subdue Karthus, one will generally have to resort to these methods.

To strike the mountain to scare the tiger, or to kill the chicken to warn the monkey.

This is the most suitable method at present.

But who will be the "chicken"?

Fóyego then turned his attention to Hecarim.

There's nothing we can do; he's the only one on the entire battlefield who won't calm down.

Foygo slowly raised a finger and pointed at Hecarim.

The black mist reappeared, slowly enveloping Hecarim.

Before long, a Hecarim with "one Rak's damage" was born.

Hecarim's body became rusty again, resembling a pile of scrap metal, and the blue flames burning on his body became unusually weak.

This brought Hecarim back to his senses, and he immediately knelt down and pressed his head to the ground.

"Your Majesty!"

"Your humble servant greets you!"

Seeing that Hecarim had regained his senses, a cold glint flashed in Foljego's eyes.

This Hecarim is truly useless.

Hecarim was the vice-captain of the Band of Iron before his death, and was corrupted by the Black Mist and turned into a ghost at a young age.

With the Soul Eater Night's repeated rampages across Runeterra, his strength had long since reached the legendary level.

But now, Hecarim is a legend, leading the elite Iron Legion of Shadow Knights.

He was about to be defeated by a Gold-rank ghost!

This is more than just being unfit for important tasks!

Ignoring Hecarim kneeling on the ground, Feuergo turned his gaze to the black-clad ghost in the distance.

"Kal'thus, submit or perish."

"Choose one."

As Fryegor finished speaking, the black mist of the Shadow Isles seemed to come alive, gathering around Fryegor.

Bathed in the black mist, Foygo resembled a world-destroying demon god!

Chapter Fourteen, The First Legion of the Shadow Isles

Black robes, ghosts, and the iconic requiem.

If Foygo still can't recognize the identity of this "genius," then wouldn't his time travel have been in vain?

The ghost's identity is none other than—Kal'thus, the Death Singer!

Faced with Fryegor's overwhelming aura, most of the undead present knelt on the ground, including the undead legion under Karthus's command.

Only Karthus remained standing in place, lost in thought.

At this moment, Karthus was still immersed in the shock of having his identity exposed by Foygo and the immense power he possessed.

He quickly came to his senses and respectfully inquired.

"The ruined king, the creator of this immortal feast."

"What are your thoughts on death?"

Karsas's eyes held a hint of inquiry, even though the question Fryegor had posed to him was either submission or death.

But to gain his submission, you must at least obtain his approval.

Folgo did not rush to answer, but instead pondered the information about Calsas in his mind.

Although Fryego had the means to force Karsas to submit, a forced marriage is never a happy one.

If he goes too far, he might ruin what could have been a brilliant talent.

If he could naturally subdue Karthus, that would be ideal for Fryegor.

......

Karthus was born in a slum in Noxus.

Having faced life and death every day since childhood, I have long been accustomed to death.

Soon after his entire family was wiped out, Karthus began to contemplate the meaning of death and joined Kindred's Order, the messengers of death.

That is, the Kindred Order.

Here, Calsas further contemplates the meaning of death.

Ultimately, he decided to embark on a journey in pursuit of death.

He arrived at the Shadow Isles and willingly accepted the baptism of the black mist!

That's right, Karthus was the only one who voluntarily accepted the baptism of the black mist!

Because he was born with an exceptional talent for understanding death, after being baptized by the black mist...

The soul state was remarkably complete, a rare occurrence!

This also means that they possess extremely high intelligence and a high degree of personal integrity.

He went from an ordinary person to a gold-rank ghost, and even mastered considerable death magic!

His requiem can cause the souls of mortals who hear the music to leave their bodies and be called to the Shadow Isles in a state of confusion!

With this ability, Karthus actually managed to gather an army of the dead on the Shadow Isles!

If this isn't talent, what is?

......

After a moment's thought, Foljego roughly understood what kind of death Calsas was seeking.

"Since you are asking so sincerely."

"I, in my great mercy, will tell you."

A classic villain line almost slipped out of Foygo's mouth, but thankfully he pulled back at the last moment.

Calsas didn't seem to notice Foygo's lapse in composure, and instead pretended to listen quietly.

"Death is both the end and the beginning."

"To welcome death is not to receive cold pain, but to receive eternal peace for the soul!"

"Death is life!"

"Death! Is eternity!!"

"And only by following me in creating utter ruin can all of this be achieved!"

Folyagor's voice rose from a low pitch to a high one, eventually spreading throughout the entire Shadow Isles!

The black mist rose with Folgo's rising emotions, churning and raging across the Shadow Isles.

Folgo's aura grew stronger and stronger, and when he finally finished speaking, Karthus even felt his soul tremble!

Folgo's words made the fire of the soul in Karthus's eyes burn even more fiercely.

Even his already dried-up blood vessels seemed to be burning faintly!

That's right, this is the kind of death he's been seeking!

Death is not the end!

Instead, it becomes an eternal existence after death!

This is the death that Karthus sought!

Therefore, Karthus's vision was to spread this death throughout Runeterra.

Turn all life into a state of death.

This coincides with Feuergo's discourse on the way of death.

......

"Kal'thus, pay homage to the great Lord of Ruin!"

"I swear by the fire of my soul that I will forever submit to you!"

Calsas lowered his head and knelt on one knee before Foygo.

Seeing Karsas submit, a look of satisfaction flashed in Foygo's eyes.

At that moment, he drew the Broken King from his waist and draped it over Karthus's shoulder.

Karthus remained unmoved by the demonic sword at his neck, still kneeling silently in place.

This made Fóyego admire Karsas even more.

The black mist passed through the Blade of the Ruined King and into Karthus's body.