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

"Violent!!!"

The evil spirit let out a piercing, unpleasant scream, then lunged at old John.

As it turns out, the "holy water" that old John bought at great expense was nothing more than a tax on his intelligence.

"It's over!"

Old John let out a sigh, took one last, reluctant look at his wife and children, and finally closed his eyes in despair.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a gunshot startled old John awake. He opened his eyes and saw a young man dressed in black holding a musket, who shot and killed the evil spirit that was about to commit the crime.

"Be careful!!!"

Old John, who had just been rescued, suddenly felt his heart leap into his throat again.

It turned out that another ghost had appeared in the black mist behind the young man who had saved him!

But to everyone's surprise, the young man seemed not to hear Old John's exclamation and walked towards Old John without turning his head.

Then, something strange happened: the spirit seemed not to have seen the young man at all, and quietly left from his side.

This is impossible!!!

Old John could hardly believe his eyes. How did this young man do that?

The ferocious undead and the eerie black mist seemed not to see him at all, and they all bypassed him.

Soon, the young man walked to Old John's side and slowly began to speak.

"Uncle, are you okay?"

The young man asked the questions methodically.

"No, it's nothing..."

Surprised, old John even paused for a moment before stammering in response.

"How...did you do that?"

After holding it in for a long time, old John finally couldn't help but ask the young man, his face flushed red.

A mysterious look appeared on the young man's face, and he spoke slowly after a long while.

"Because I am a follower of the Great Dark Lord, I am protected by the power of the Dark Lord."

"So these undead and the black mist can't do anything to me."

The young man explained slowly, his tone carrying a hint of reverence as he mentioned the Dark Lord.

"Dark Lord..."

"I see."

"He is truly a great god!"

Old John's face first showed surprise, then sudden realization, and finally turned into a look of admiration.

"Oh, by the way, thank you." 27

"I haven't asked your name yet."

Old John thanked the young man sincerely.

"No!"

"The doctrine of the order states that it is always right to help others."

"I, Perse, never seek recognition for my good deeds!!!"

"I said with a righteous expression."

Old John: "............."

"Uncle, come with me."

"It's no longer safe here. Come with me to the Church of the Dawn."

“There, under the protection of the Dark Lord’s power, these undead and black mist cannot invade.”

Perse extended an invitation to old John, his eyes filled with sincerity.

"it is good!"

Old John gritted his teeth and looked at his wife, who was trembling with fear, and his child, who was still crying loudly.

I knew that staying here meant certain death.

So he immediately took his wife and children and followed behind Perse, walking into the black fog...

Along the way, the wandering spirits and black mist seemed to completely ignore Beres, avoiding them whenever they saw them.

After a long while, the group arrived at a magnificent church.

This is downtown Bilgewater, formerly a property of the Silver Serpent gang, now converted into a church.

At the very center of the church stands a huge and magnificent statue of a deity.

The statue is dressed in a magnificent black robe, wears a pale crown, and holds a huge divine sword in its hand.

It inspires awe in anyone who sees it.

The church was now packed with people.

Even so, people continued to bring back rescued civilians from outside.

The moment he entered the church, old John breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he excitedly knelt down on the ground with a thud.

“Great God, I do not know what kind of divine power you possess, or where it comes from.”

“You saved my family from danger, and from now on, I am willing to offer you my devout faith.”

As soon as he finished speaking, old John suddenly kowtowed several times to the statue.

The people around seemed to have gotten used to Old John's appearance.

Many people who survived great calamities end up looking like this when they arrive at this church.

Inside the church, prayers for the Dark Lord filled the air, and streams of pure faith gradually flowed through the enormous statue and into Folyago himself.

........

Sarah was also dressed in a black gown. Looking at herself in the mirror, a hint of awkwardness and embarrassment flashed in Sarah's eyes.

She never imagined she'd one day become a charlatan...

In the mirror, a slender, charming young woman wore a black bishop's robe.

At first glance, it actually has a kind of alluring beauty, like a uniform.

Sarah cheered herself up in front of the mirror, a domineering aura of a sea empress welling up within her.

Then, Sarah, with a cold expression, walked to the center of the church.

"Clap!"

Instantly, several beams of light in the dimly lit church focused on Sarah's head.

This moment also attracted everyone's attention.

"Residents of Piraeus, welcome to the Dawn Order."

"This place... may be the last untouched haven in Bilgewater."

Sarah spoke in a heavy tone, her low voice causing everyone to feel a pang of sorrow.

"Why is this so?"

"If only you had arrived a little earlier!"

“My husband, my son, wouldn’t…”

In the crowd, a woman suddenly wailed loudly, accusing Sarah of using baseless words.

"yes......."

"Maybe we could have gotten there sooner."

"Maybe ten minutes earlier, or five minutes earlier."

"Your husband and son don't have to die."

Sarah's admission of the unfounded accusation surprised the woman, leaving her unsure how to continue.

"But I want to ask everyone."

"How can our newly formed sect possibly save this vast Bilgewater?"

Sarah's tone carried a deeper meaning.

"this......."

The woman was completely speechless. After standing there in a daze for a moment, she covered her head and cried again.

"Have faith in the Dark Lord."