Chapter 326 Destruction Charge, Flame Clash

Frost's body fell heavily to the ground as if he was out of control.

He looked at Thresh in front of him who was wearing ancient robes, and said with a trembling cry.

"Please let me go."

Red blood gushed out from his mouth, mixed with bits of meat, and dyed his clothes red.

Thresh's movements were cold and decisive, as if he was immersed in his own world and indifferent to Frost's pleas.

He gently turned the hook in his hand and cut open Frost's frail body gracefully and cruelly.

Then, he stretched out his hand as if to grasp something, and pulled it out little by little.

Frost's body twitched violently, and blood sprayed out like broken red ribbons.

Part of it spread out on the dark gray ground, and part of it fell on Thresh, burned by green flames, and turned into wisps of blue smoke.

Thresh held the hooked soul, looked into the absent-minded eyes, and inserted his soul-guiding lamp.

Frost's body immediately lost movement, and there was no longer any breath of life.

But the hunt isn't over yet!

Thresh raised his lantern and walked in the dark mist with unhurried steps.

He looked ahead, at the running prey, and smiled cruelly.

He liked to see hope die, like the dead fruit on the cane, its original sweetness turning into malignancy.

This made him very interesting!

Wow!

In the dark night, like a poisonous snake, the hook with the chain was thrown out of Thresh's hand again, instantly piercing the thick black fog.

With the sound of the iron chain, it accurately hooked the body of a Iron Hook Gang pirate who was fleeing in panic.

The wail sounded!

The Iron Hook gang pirate looked down at Hook on his chest, his face turned extremely pale in fear, and his eyes were full of despair.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed on the hook of the iron cable, and a translucent ghost struggled and howled in pain.

Until it submerged into the soul-inducing lamp.

On the dilapidated pier.

Plank cursed under his breath when he saw the tragic circumstances of Frost's death.

"Damn it, why did Hecarim and Soullock Warden Thresh appear in this Soul-eating Night this time?"

While running, the sound of the chains sounded like the footsteps of the God of Death, frequent and heavy.

Every time there is a sound, a hook will help the pirates disappear.

Their figures disappeared into the black mist, and then a shrill wail sounded.

Suddenly.

The Hook pirates fell into unprecedented chaos.

Their tight formation quickly collapsed under the threat of death.

Everyone just wanted to escape and fled in all directions.

But they forgot what kind of terrifying existence they were facing.

Soullock Warden Thresh.

His hook and chain are symbols of death.

In front of him, any escape and resistance are in vain.

Gangplank's expression changed suddenly when he heard the sound of death in his ears, but he was unable to stop Thresh's hunting.

In the curling black mist, Thresh's lips raised a smile. The quality of the soul here was much better.

His eyes fell on Gangplank, and he wanted to swing his hook to harvest the delicious souls.

However, he saw the mark left by Nagakapoulos in Gangplank's soul.

This means that Gangplank has passed the test of Nagakapoulos.

Thresh shook his head slightly, and his eyes fell on a pissed off Hook Gang pirate.

Just as he was about to swing the hook, he noticed a special aura appearing on the top of the building on the dock.

Looking with emerald green eyes, a hooded figure was coming quickly, jumping and landing in front of him.

The old leather trench coat spread out behind him, and the hood was lifted, revealing a dark reddish-brown face.

It's Lucian!

He held the sacred pistol tightly in his hand, and there were several brass-colored rings that looked like carved stones.

"mortal."

Thresh's words were garbled, as if he was smacking a piece of fresh meat in his mouth.

"You want to stop me?"

Buzz!

As soon as Thresh finished speaking, the dock was illuminated by the silver light shot wildly from the two holy guns.

The dazzling light eclipsed the flames on the Siren.

Lucian held the two relic guns like an angry bull, spinning as fast as a whip, with almost no pause between aiming and shooting.

Wherever the silver light reaches, the mist burns, and the souls of the dead scatter into the air while screaming.

"The power of light? I seem to remember you a little bit."

Thresh turned the bend in his hand, and the iron ropes made a violent sound, and the dark wind brought up blew the black robes.

"It's just that there's still enough time tonight, and I want to harvest more souls..."

Thresh slowly backed away with the Soul-Drawing Lamp, and the black mist swept in and disappeared with him.

Two deep pits hit by the silver light were left in place, as well as Lucian chasing after them.

"Leaving?"

Gangplank noticed that Thresh's death aura disappeared, and when he looked back, he saw a strange transcendent.

"Something strange? Is he an extraordinary person from the Valoran continent?"

The extraordinary person in front of him had a heroic face and a pair of eyes filled with sorrow.

Planck had no memory of this guy.

Lucian held tightly the two holy spears that were shining with light, and looked deeply at Thresh who disappeared into the black mist.

Then he turned his head, nodded with Gangplank, and walked towards Miss Fortune's place.

However, his steps slowly stopped, and a solemn look appeared in his eyes.

Within the field of vision, a transcendent man clothed in red-gold flames was suspended in the air, wielding a flaming sword to resist the broad-bladed halberd chopped down by Hecarim.

The Pirate Street connected to the pier has long lost its former prosperity. It is filled with black mist and looks dead.

Miss Fortune heard the violent noise coming from behind, looked at the Deterrence embedded in the dock, and her eyes moved.

Then she saw the extremely embarrassed Gangplank in the black mist, and heard the sound of iron chains coming from the black mist.

Soul Lock Warden Thresh!

Miss Fortune looked gloomy, not expecting to encounter another terrifying existence in the Shadow Island here.

She looked at the souls that had been stripped of their bodies and fell into the soul-guiding lamp, and boundless fear emerged in her heart.

Without any hesitation, Miss Fortune immediately gave up the idea of ​​intercepting Gangplank behind her, and left the dock with Raven, Fedel and others.

She didn't want her team to become the dead souls of Thresh, so she had no choice but to retreat quickly.

Ta-ta! Ta-ta!

The rapid sound of horse hooves struck everyone's heart, bringing with it unspeakable fear.

Hecarim led his Iron Legion slowly behind Miss Fortune.

Their figures were looming in the thick black fog, as if they were waiting for an opportunity.

Seeing this, Miss Fortune's expression became more gloomy, and she looked at the pink coral in her hand.

Under the constant erosion of the black fog, the coral mark that originally shone with charming luster became dim and dull.

The blue-green light shield surrounding it also seemed to have had its power drained away. It was no longer as strong as before and was a little fragile.

"The range of the light shield is shrinking."

Raven held a long sword, followed closely behind Little Doom, and told what he had observed.

Hearing this, Miss Fortune Sarah let out a breath, her eyes gloomy.

The mark of Nagakapoulos is not only related to her own safety, but it is also the only means of protection for the team now.

Once it completely shines and the blue-green light shield disappears, then all of them will be exposed to the black mist.

"Everyone, hurry up and work harder. We will get to a safe place as soon as possible."

Miss Fortune shouted.

The crew responded immediately, speeding up their pace and moving through the black mist.

But as soon as they set foot on the Pirate Street, the sound of horse hooves behind them suddenly became rapid, like thunder coming to the world.

Miss Fortune immediately turned around and saw Hecarim charging with the Dread Knights.

[Destructive Charge]!

This time, Hecarim was no longer alone.

Instead, he led the Iron Regiment that accompanied him in his battles everywhere, and rushed towards Miss Fortune with an unstoppable momentum.

Boom!

The black mist was restless, seemingly unable to withstand the power of the Iron Group, and surged up.

Hecarim led the Iron Legion into an iron storm, carrying the breath of death, preparing to directly destroy the weak mortals.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The steel storm rushed towards the blue-green light shield, and a dull impact sounded, shaking the air.

The black mist stirred, and the bright blue-green light began to flicker and flicker under the impact again and again.

The first row of Dread Knights who bore the brunt of the attack were directly shattered by the strong backlash of the light shield and turned into nothingness.

Their armor shattered, their bodies dissipated, and the ghost horses they stepped on merged into the black mist.

Immediately afterwards, most of the Dread Knights in the second row were also lost.

The remaining fear knights also appeared to be shaky and might collapse at any time.

However, Hecarim and the Dread Knights in the third row showed no intention of backing down.

They waved their sharp blades together and struck the blue light shield again and again.

Every time he slashed, there would be bursts of metal clashing sounds.

until

Click!

The sound like breaking glass sounded in the billowing black fog.

The blue-green light shield could no longer withstand the fierce attacks of Hecarim and the Iron Legion.

Centered on Hecarim's broad-bladed halberd, shocking cracks appeared.

These cracks were covered with blue-green light shields like dry earth, splitting the originally solid light shield into pieces.

Finally, in a violent tremor, the blue-green light shield was completely shattered.

The remaining bits of light fell into the black mist like meteors streaking across the sky, quickly extinguished and turned invisible.

【Rampage】!

Hecarim looked at the blue-green light shield shattered, raised his broad-bladed halberd high, and struck at the people below.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

Miss Fortune, Raven, Fedel, Thok and others looked extremely desperate.

They looked up at the shadow of war raised by their front hooves, looked up at the falling broad-bladed halberd, and waited quietly for death to come.

Bang!

At the critical moment when the broad-bladed halberd fell, a handsome young man bathed in red-gold flames appeared above Miss Fortune.

He waved the long sword condensed with flames in his hand and forcefully received Hecarim's terrifying slash.

There was only a loud noise, and the surrounding black fog was cleared.

The red-gold flames and the miserable green flames intertwined together where the weapons clashed, fighting silently.

The two looked at each other across the broad-bladed halberd and the flaming sword.

Surprise and anger appeared in Hecarim's pale green eyes. He did not expect that someone would suddenly appear while harvesting souls and take his full blow.

Shadow of War Hecarim!

Huo Jixing looked at the ghostly mixture of humans and animals in front of him, his eyes twinkling.

It was just a simple confrontation, and he realized the terror of Hecarim.

The aura of death in this guy's body was like an endless ocean, making him feel a little like he was facing Vladimir.

In the silent atmosphere, the confrontation ended.

The two quickly separated.

Huo Jixing landed and stood in front of Miss Fortune. The red-gold flames surrounding him became hotter and hotter, driving away the approaching black fog.

Hecarim moved his four hooves, his pale green eyes staring at Huo Jixing, his coldness undisguised.

Then he made the same decision as Thresh and slowly retreated.

The black fog rolled, carrying Hecarim and his men away, leaving only the sound of low horse hooves.

Miss Fortune saw Hecarim and the Dread Knight disappear, and then she gasped violently.

She was about to ask the identity of the person in front of her, but heard Sok's surprised voice.

"Xing?"

Huo Jixing turned around, passed Miss Fortune, came to Sok, and touched his head.

"Are you okay?"

"No, I'm fine!" Sok said with some stammering.

The red-gold flames dispelled the chill brought by the black fog and warmed his body.

But more importantly, Sok was surprised by Huo Jixing's strength.

Although he had a premonition when he was on the Fang Pirate Ship before.

But at that time, he thought Huo Jixing was a transcendent with good strength.

Until just now, Sok really saw Huo Jixing's strength.

That was the Shadow of War Hecarim, a terrifying existence in countless dark legends.

The horror in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and he showed it, with horror and awe in his eyes.

"Feder, Sok, is this your friend?" Raven came over and looked at Huo Jixing with vigilance.

In fact, the strength shown by the other party was too terrifying.

Feder looked a little embarrassed and said softly: "He is Sok's friend!"

Miss Fortune also came over, her eyes moving between Huo Jixing and Sok.

She was about to speak, but saw many people coming quickly from a distance.

It was Gangplank and his men.

There was also a middle-aged man with a noble temperament, with black hair tied into a braid close to his scalp.

"My name is Lucian!"

Lucian walked through the crowd, came to Huo Jixing, and held out his hand.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Huo Jixing." Huo Jixing held his hand and laughed softly.

Then his eyes fell on Miss Fortune Sarah and Ocean Disaster Gangplank.

As soon as the two met, they entered a tense confrontation.

"Let's leave here first, they may come at any time." Huo Jixing spoke.

Miss Fortune Sarah retracted her hateful eyes and understood who Huo Jixing was referring to by 'them'.

She looked at her warriors, each of them in tattered clothes and fierce eyes.

These people could sell their mothers for a few dollars, but they followed her all the time, going through life and death without complaint.

Fighting the black fog should be the most courageous deed in their lives.

And she couldn't let them die innocently at the hands of ghosts in the name of revenge.

"Okay." Miss Fortune suppressed her inner emotions.

"I have a safe place that may be able to shelter us."