Chapter 318: The Talisman of Nagakabouros

"What is this?"

Miss Fortune looked at the pink coral pendant in front of her, and her doubts became more and more intense.

Illaoi looked pious, and a touch of invisible mysterious aura floated on her iron tower-like body.

"The symbol of Nagakabouros. When you are lost, it will guide you."

"What I am asking is, what is this?" Miss Fortune asked in a serious tone

Illaoi shook her head slowly and said softly: "If there is no word, there is no other meaning."

Miss Fortune was slightly hesitant when she heard this, but she thought of the upcoming Soul-Eating Night, and finally nodded gently.

She took the coral pendant, took off her tricorn hat, and hung the leather rope around her neck.

Illaoi leaned close to her ear and whispered something.

"I don't think you are stupid, don't let me get it wrong."

She was telling the truth.

After Gangplank was deposed, Bilgewater became more prosperous under Miss Fortune's governance.

The once chaotic scenes gradually decreased, and each gang followed a certain order and would not kill ordinary people innocently.

Many people began to believe in Nagakabouros, and the number of believers going to the temple increased day by day.

"Why should I care what you think?" Miss Fortune shrugged.

"Because a storm is coming." Illaoi said, looking over Miss Fortune's shoulder.

"You are not unfamiliar, so you'd better be ready at any time to face the waves with your bow."

Illaoi said, leaving the box with her stone ball, leaving a very tall back.

She left the Hydra Tavern and walked towards the Nagakabouros Temple in the distance.

Miss Fortune retracted her gaze and cast her eyes to the sea.

In the ocean, a black fog storm has been brewing.

But that was not the direction Illaoi had just looked at.

The end of the priestess's sight was the location of the Shadow Isles.

"Is there anything different about this Soul-Eating Night?" Miss Fortune whispered.

After thinking about it, she looked at the ships in the distant port.

Siren!

Miss Fortune Sara's ship is also the most powerful ship in Bilgewater.

The huge pearl-colored sails are rustling in the dark night wind.

The Sea of ​​Watchers.

The dark sea not far from the Slaughterhouse.

A huge black ship is parked on the cold sea, with two huge black gun barrels at the bow.

Gangplank stands on the observation deck, looking at the Slaughterhouse Wharf in the sea of ​​fire.

"Have our people returned?"

"All are on board, ready to fight for you at any time!"

Behind Gangplank, a fat and strong man lowered his eyebrows and eyes, extremely respectful.

Frost, one of the top leaders of the Iron Hook Gang, is now Gangplank's adjutant.

The Iron Hook Gang has been under Gangplank's command since they were in the Slaughterhouse Wharf.

Although they took timely action to save the basic territory after Gangplank was injured, their prestige has been greatly reduced.

However, Frost is now extremely fanatical.

Their captain is back, the king of Bilgewater is back.

He will get back at those who bullied the Hook Gang one by one, gutting them and hanging them on the mast.

"No hurry."

Ganck seemed to sense Frost's emotions, and a cold light flashed in his deep eyes.

"The Soul-Eating Night is about to begin. I am looking forward to your performance, Sarah!"

"Turn the bow and go to the area where the Baru people are."

Frost raised his head and said hesitantly: "They don't seem to allow us to go."

"Don't worry, they won't stop me."

Ganck turned his body, his eyes passed over the cliffs and fell on an island hidden in the dark night.

Then he looked down at his iron prosthesis with an inexplicable expression.

"This is my city!"

Many scenes appeared in his mind, making Gangck fall into memories.

The wreckage of the Abyss was burning, and the nearby bay was full of ships and wood, with green smoke.

The wooden houses on the docks collapsed one after another in the sea of ​​fire.

A burning sail floated down overhead, almost dragging Gangplank back to the bottom of the water.

Sailors and pirates with flames on their bodies could be seen everywhere, screaming and jumping into the water from the broken docks.

The smell of sulfur, dust, death, burnt hair and roasted skin

It was like the end of the world.

But Gangplank did not die. With the help of a group of tattooed teenagers, he escaped from the sea of ​​fire and left the dock.

In the dark alley, he saw these teenagers holding serrated spears, with wide-mouthed pistols and stick hooks hanging from their waists.

"They are Baru people, from the Nagakabouros Temple."

Gangplank recognized the identities of these people and breathed a sigh of relief.

Until he came to the Nagakabouros Temple hanging high above the bay.

"Where is Illaoi? I want to see Illaoi!" Gangplank dragged his broken body and roared loudly.

He couldn't stand up straight because of broken ribs, and one arm was only a piece of flesh and blood, waving in vain.

"I'm here."

Illaoi strode down the stone steps and looked at the miserable old man in front of him.

Although they had ended this relationship many years ago.

But some feelings always linger.

She once loved him

Idiot, old bastard!

"It was Miss Fortune, it must be her, who colluded with those sons of bitches and sank my ship."

Gangplank knelt on the ground, blood staining the ground red.

"I don't care about your ship." Illaoi shook his head slightly.

"Now you only need a canoe to go out to sea."

"This is my city!" Plank roared unwillingly.

The priests and guards around him were startled by Gangplank's sudden outburst.

They were shocked that Gangplank was so stupid. This temple had a history of thousands of years before his city, and it was unwise to act wildly here.

However, as an ordinary man, he actually yelled at the true being blessed by the gods.

And it's in the temple.

Anyone else would have had their knees smashed and thrown into the sea.

"This is my city!"

Gangplank roared again, spitting out angry saliva.

"She robbed my ship, she killed my people, she broke my arm. The rest of my belongings were revealed on the way here."

"Back off!"

Illaoi looked gloomy and walked towards Gangplank while ordering other clerics.

The last time I saw him was ten years ago.

Years of alcoholism and scheming have robbed him of his once heroic appearance.

"I just want this city, but if you don't support me"

Gangplank fell silent as his eyes met Illaoi's.

Illaoi glared hard, as cold and heartless as a snake mother, giving Gangplank a chill.

A priest of Nagakaporos cannot show any mercy or sympathy, even if it causes her heartache to do so.

In despair, Plank's eyes escaped from each other and looked to the side.

"I can do it," Illaoi said solemnly.

"Every gang in Bilgewater will join you if I ask, but why should I?"

"Help me, damn! You owe me."

Suddenly, Gangplank lost his temper like a child.

"What do I owe you?"

Illaoi asked word for word.

"I have always followed the ritual. The sacrifices have never stopped." Gangplank roared in reply.

"Rituals? Sacrifice? These are trivial matters between weak people and weak gods. What my god wants is action." Illaoi said.

"I have suffered for this city and shed my blood for this city. Therefore, it should be mine!"

Illaoi knew what she had to do.

She knew it before Gangplank spoke, years before.

Planck had lost his way.

For such a long time, the hatred and sorrow deeply imprinted in his heart by his father's cruelty continued to ferment and fester.

Illaoi had forgotten her duty, both because she loved him at the time and because she had left him and allowed him to go astray.

He was content with killing, robbing, and being a real pirate, but he never aspired to reach the heights of his father's pirate king.

After they broke up, his goal was to become the master of Bilgewater, and to start a bloody storm.

"Please!"

Plank begged, "Just be a little more merciful."

"I'll show you the truth."

Illaoi shook his head slowly and kicked Gangplank, flattening his nose with his heel.

He fell backwards like a drunkard, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Gangplank turned over and looked at Illaoi angrily.

"look!"

Illaoi chanted.

In the temple, calling for the energy of the Snake Mother, a bright mist suddenly appeared. A blue-green energy vortex surrounded the Snake Mother's face, and the energy gradually materialized and turned into spiritual tentacles.

"Confront Nagakapoulos!"

"Prove yourself!"

"This is my city!"

Plank suppressed the many images surging in his mind, came to his senses, and spoke leisurely.

At his feet is his new ship, the Terror, which was built with countless resources.

For it, Gangplank once again robbed the Noxian Empire's transport ships and killed countless Noxian soldiers.

And all this is just to prove himself and prove that he will come back again.

"Bilgewater, your king is back!"

In front of Nagakapoulos Temple.

The Terror, which had traveled far away, dropped its anchor and slowly docked on the shore, attracting the attention of the temple priests and monks.

With stern warnings, Planck's appearance successfully silenced everyone.

Illaoi stepped forward, the tower's body brought a terrifying sense of oppression, and he looked down at the old guy in front of him.

"You're back!"

Plank looked at his old love, straightened his back, and his chest was filled with perseverance.

He is no longer the gaffeful Gangplank, but the proud Scourge of the Ocean.

"Of course I want to come back, this trial will prove everything!"

The capital of the Noxian Empire.

Immortal Fortress.

Swain was receiving senior officers of the Border Corps in the audience hall for friendly exchanges.

During the period when the Empire was shrinking in strength, the Frontier Corps suppressed many rebellions and created the stable social order that exists in the Empire today.

The voices of the senior officers were low and firm, and their faces were filled with loyalty to the empire and determination to the mission.

Ta-ta! Ta-ta!

The sound of rapid footsteps broke the conversation in the audience hall and aroused everyone's attention.

A soldier from the Reese Guard Corps wearing purple armor walked in quickly.

Soldiers of the Leather Guard Corps!

The high-ranking officers' eyes narrowed and they recognized that this was the ace army belonging to Swain.

The soldiers of the Reiser Garrison Legion passed the senior officers and came to Swain's side, presenting an urgent letter with both hands.

The cover of the letter was sealed with red wax, which was obviously a very important message.

Swain took the letter and signaled the soldiers of the Reiser Garrison Legion and the senior officers in front of him to leave first.

After everyone left, Swain opened the letter and read the contents, with a smile on his face.

"So he was seriously injured. Did he kill Vladimir's clone?"

"No wonder the Crimson Secret Society and the Black Rose sent many people to Piltover recently."

However, Swain thought of the situation in Bilgewater, and his deep eyes turned.

He walked slowly to the balcony of the audience hall and compared the time.

"Haha, it seems that it is the time of the Soul-Eating Night, really."