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

But at least at this moment, his soul was telling him that this was a supreme being with an exalted status!

Hack's exceptional courage made him realize that this might be an opportunity to change everything.

So he quickly followed suit, praising the name of the Dark Lord and kneeling down towards the sky.

"Greetings, Dark Lord!!!"

After a moment of silence, the deep, mysterious voice rang out again in the sky.

“Hack, you are God’s chosen one.”

"We shouldn't just return to silence and die now."

"Believe in me and spread my faith."

"You will be rewarded with eternity!"

The magnificent sound rang out again, which excited Hack.

He is God's chosen one!

He can achieve immortality! He doesn't have to die!

How could Huck refuse such a good opportunity?

"Yes!"

"I am willing to worship the great Dark Lord!"

"I am willing to become your most devout believer!"

Hake readily agreed and respectfully kowtowed to the sky.

“Messenger of death, lend me a hand and help me spread my faith.”

The magnificent voice rang out again, causing the black ghostly figure beside it to tremble.

"No! Lord of Darkness, you cannot..."

Before the black ghost could finish speaking, a vast power seemed to appear out of nowhere.

The black ghostly figure was compressed and twisted into a pure black short staff.

"Go, Huck, go and fulfill your mission!"

As he finished speaking, Huck felt his soul slowly retreating until it returned to his body.

......

In the night sky, some pale mist emanated from the originally black short staff, which then condensed again into a black ghostly shadow.

At the same time, the black mist that appeared out of nowhere condensed into a young man with long, pale hair.

"Well done, Karsas."

Foygo praised Karsas beside him, his eyes full of admiration.

He was right; this kid was born to be a charlatan.

It couldn't be more fitting to be transferred to Bilgewater for missionary work.

"Your Majesty's praise is nothing more than what I should do."

Karsas clearly didn't intend to be arrogant; instead, he bowed humbly.

Clearly, what just happened was just a performance by Karsas and Foyego.

The goal was simply to bring the leader of the Silver Serpent Gang to his death.

That jet-black short staff was simply a modified version of Karthus's original staff.

Karthus was a ghost, so attaching himself to a short staff was not difficult for him.

What Foygo's next plan required was for Karthus to attach himself to this short staff to complete it.

“Once we have complete control of the Silver Serpent Gang, I need you to establish a sect in Bilgewater.”

"Worship the Dark Lord."

A glint flashed in Foygo's eyes as he spoke in a low voice to Karsas.

"clear."

After responding, the soul fire in Karthus's empty eye sockets flickered slightly once more.

He naturally understood that this so-called Dark Lord was none other than his lord—the Ruined King Foygo.

Chapter Thirty-Three: Taking Back the Power in Their Hands

"Your Majesty, what do you intend to name this sect?"

Karsas asked.

After all, naming a child is one of those seven or seven things; it's better to leave it to the leaders.

A religion, even a cult, should at least have a resounding name.

The Cult of Death? Too vulgar, and it sounds too dark.

The Cult of Shadows? No way, you're practically trying to make sure everyone knows you're from the Shadow Isles.

How can we then convince others to join the religion?

After a moment's thought, Fouguez finally settled on a name.

"Let's call it the Dawn Cult."

Dawn symbolizes the boundary between light and shadow.

This also implies the peculiar state of the dead, where life and death coexist.

Moreover, the name sounds like a legitimate religious order, which will make it easier to proselytize later.

"Is it dawn...?"

Karthus's soul fire flickered slightly at first, and then he suddenly burst forth with extremely high enthusiasm.

The fire of his soul suddenly blazed brightly in his eyes.

Is spreading the gospel of death also something he pursues?

"Dawn! What a beautiful name!"

"Just like this eternal death! It makes one want to burst into song!"

Karsas's sudden flattery surprised Foygo.

I never expected this kid with thick eyebrows... even without a body, he still knows how to flatter.

It's really not simple.

"As for doctrines, you can decide for yourself."

"But there is one condition: we must lie low until the Night of the Soul Devourer arrives."

"We must not expose this easily."

Fóyegor spoke seriously to Kal'assas.

"Yes."

With Calsas's wisdom, he naturally understood the necessity of lying low.

After another exchange, Folyad left, leaving everything to Karsas.

The Dawn Cult.

It was established through their initial secret planning.

The Silver Serpent Gang will become the cradle of the Dawn Cult's growth.

......

When old Huck woke up, he found himself still lying on the bench, and everything that had just happened seemed like a dream.

However, beside him was a short, dark, and simple staff.

The short staff shimmered with a pale light, engraved with mysterious and ancient patterns that seemed to contain the secrets to transcending life and death.

Everything that happened last night was clearly etched in old Hack's mind, and he became even more excited after seeing the short staff.

He—Baron Harker!

He is truly God's chosen one!

Old Huck couldn't wait to pick up the short cane, wanting to examine it closely in his hand.

The moment he touched the short staff, countless unfamiliar pieces of knowledge appeared out of thin air in his mind.

......

The Dark Lord, the great god who reigns over darkness and death!

And this black short staff is the very thing that the messenger of death from last night has transformed into.

Now Old Hack can freely borrow the power of the short staff.