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

"As long as one believes in the Dark Lord, everyone can obtain this power that grants immunity to the corruption of darkness."

"Use this power to save more people in this city."

"And this is the only chance to save the city."

A hint of pity appeared on Sarah's pretty face.

This church appears so sacred and inviolable.

This is not only to spread the faith of the Dark Lord, but also Sarah's true inner vision.

After all, even Sarah is powerless to stop it right now.

The only way to quell this calamity is through the power of the Dark Lord.

"I will worship the Dark Lord!"

"Yes, me too! I'm going to save my brother!!"

"Count me in! I want to join the Dawn Order too..."

The people in the church below quickly became indignant and echoed Sarah's sentiments.

Sarah then took out a black cross and placed it in the basin of water beside her.

Then, Sarah dipped a black cross into the water in the basin and splashed it outwards.

The water droplets that were splashed on the ground instantly transformed into black crosses, identical to those in Sarah's hand.

"Go!"

"Take these tokens and go save those who are trapped in suffering!"

Sarah reiterated that people in the church picked up the crucifixes scattered on the ground and wore them around their necks.

Then he bowed his head and knelt down a few times before walking out of the church.

Finally, after everyone left the church, Sarah breathed a sigh of relief, her body suddenly feeling weak.

Sarah smiled wryly.

As expected, she's not suited to be a charlatan.

................

At this moment, Folyago was floating above Bilgewater, feeling the surge of faith power, and Folyago nodded in satisfaction.

As the saying goes, every gain has its loss; the surge in the power of faith has continuously strengthened Foygo's divine nature of death.

However, because the Dawn Order rescued too many people, the Black Mist did not harvest too many souls and did not grow as much as in previous years.

This result was entirely within Fóyego's expectations.

No matter how strong the black mist is, it is ultimately just an external force.

There are simply too many factors that constrain us.

The divinity of death, however, is different; it is completely bound to Feuergo.

The elevation of the divinity of death brought Feuergo a comprehensive improvement.

Once the divinity of death is fully developed, even if Foygo leaves the Shadow Isles and loses his home advantage, his strength will not decrease too much.

This is the privilege that demigods, recognized by the death rules of Runeterra, possess!

Meanwhile, Fouyego continued to gain faith.

On the other hand, Nagakaporos faces the opposite situation.

..........

It should be understood that the power of a person's faith is limited.

Although he can worship two gods at the same time, the result is that each of the two gods can only receive half of the mortal's faith power.

Therefore, many deities will force believers to worship only them.

As many Bilgewater people follow the Dark Lord, Nagakaporos can sense that her faith power is being drained away in large quantities!

In the deep sea, Nagakaporos opened its terrifyingly large eyes, which were as big as volcanoes and were filled with an unquenchable rage.

"who is it?"

"Who is stealing my faith?!"

Nagakaporos's fury caused the seabed to shake violently, and the surface of the sea to churn and roar.

"Nautilus! To Bilgewater!"

"Reclaim my power of faith!!!"

Nagakaporos's thoughts quickly traveled to distant places.

As the saying goes, soldiers face soldiers, generals face generals, and kings face kings.

A demigod does not mean omniscient and omnipotent.

Although Nagakaporos did not know exactly what had happened, she guessed that the loss of her faith was probably related to Phoyego.

There are many reasons that can cause faith to decline.

Besides the large number of believers converting to other faiths.

Another possibility is the mass death of believers.

Now, Fóyego has not shown his face.

Nagachabolos naturally couldn't make the first move.

She still needs to wait quietly for her old rival to show up.

After all, for so many years, almost every year when the Soul Eater Night erupted, she had to fight Foygo.

This has become a habit over the years.

Nagakaporos never imagined that Feuergo would adopt a "cut off the fuel supply" strategy.

And the current Foygo is no longer the naive young man he once was.

If she continues to wait, she may never see Foygo show up on his own in this lifetime.

After all, the initiative had already been firmly in Foygo's hands.

.........

This is a trench not far from Bilgewater.

In the depths of this dark, deep trench, a colossal Titan clad in steel armor slumbers.

Suddenly, the Iron Titan opened its lantern-like eyes, carrying a giant iron anchor more than ten meters long, and began to walk towards Bilgewater on the seabed.

Meanwhile, Fryegor, who was floating above Bilgewater observing everything, suddenly looked in one direction.

In the distance lies the unfathomable, dark depths of the ocean.

He knew that Nagakaporos had played another card from his hand.

"Kalthas, go to Bloodharbor to welcome our upcoming guests."

Foygo also used telepathy to send a message to Karthus, who was commanding the undead army.

Upon hearing this, Karthus temporarily handed over command of the undead legion to a lieutenant, then turned and walked towards Bloodharbor.

Soldiers against soldiers, against generals.

The mere deep-sea Titan Nautilus is not something that Fryegor can personally intervene in.

.........

"Thump! Thump! Thump........."

Above Blood Harbor, the wooden floor, stained red with the blood of sea monsters, trembled incessantly.

It was as if some terrifying behemoth was about to land on this currently deserted harbor.

"Thump, thump, thump........."

The tremors above Blood Harbor became increasingly noticeable.

Finally, not only the land of Blood Harbor, but also the calm sea began to churn and rage, creating ripples.

"call!!!"

“Crack!!!”

With a loud whooshing sound, a huge iron anchor flew out of the sea and crashed directly onto the wooden floor in the center of Blood Harbor.

"Rumble rumble..."

A tremendous sound grew louder as it approached, as if something was pulling the massive anchor from the seabed toward Blood Harbor.

Soon, a gigantic steel monster covered in green rust came into view.

First the head, then the body, and finally the legs.

This is the deep-sea titan—Nautilus!

Nautilus walked to the anchor, hoisted it back onto his shoulder, and continued toward the city center.