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

Then you can understand that letting Senna go was just Thresh's deliberate act.

The purpose was to "use someone else to do the dirty work".

They used the Sentinels of Light to eliminate Foyego.

Now, knowing all this, Fryego's decision to entrust Senna's soul to Thresh is naturally based on careful consideration.

Although Feuergo is currently indifferent to Isolde.

However, in order to complete the mission, it is still necessary to revive it.

Reviving Ysuld would be a thankless and laborious task, so it would be better to turn the tables and do as planned.

Give Ysuld's soul to Thresh.

　7"!6:!3,.'4!8;0::1:5!';7 In the future, the Light Sentinel will bring a complete Ysuld to the Shadow Isles to deliver food.

At that point, Fóyego will only need to sit back and reap the benefits.

Without Ysuld, a burden, do you really think you can defeat him with just a few Sentinels of Light and Thresh?

Please stop joking.

Now all Foygo needs to do is improve his strength and wait for that day to come!

......

After completing his plan on Thresh, Folgo slowly rose from his throne.

His next priority is to unify the Shadow Isles.

Folgo looked up to the north, where the Hecarim and the Iron Legion's territory lay on the Shadow Isles.

Before completely dominating the Shadow Isles, Folyago must first assess the strength at his disposal to evaluate his options.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be beneath him, a dignified and ruined king, to do everything himself?

The first thing to do is to give Hecarim a warning.

As the Curse of Ruin swept across the Shadow Isles.

Hecarim and the Knights of the Iron Band were also transformed into bloodthirsty undead by the black mist.

Even after being transformed into an undead, Hecarim remained nominally subservient to Foljego.

Immediately afterwards, Fóyego left the throne.

He simply took a step forward, and the next instant his body transformed into a cloud of black mist, drifting northwards towards the Shadow Isles.

After achieving symbiosis with the black mist, Foygo's mortal body had long since decayed.

His body at this moment was nothing more than a condensation of black mist.

......

In the northern part of the Shadow Isles, this area is shrouded in thick black fog year-round.

Within the black mist, a gigantic monster encased in iron armor roared and howled.

This monster had a human body and horse legs, and its eyes burned with a ghostly blue soul fire, containing an inextinguishable killing intent.

This monster is none other than the once-murderous knight, Hecarim.

Although Hecarim was corrupted by the black mist and transformed into an immortal undead, he was still alive.

But he also lost a part of his soul.

This caused the negative aspects of his soul to be amplified infinitely, turning him into a monster whose consciousness was constantly occupied by the desire to kill, and who only knew how to kill.

"Kill, kill, kill!!!"

Hecarim hissed softly, swinging his halberd across the bodies of the knights who had perished beside him.

Because it is restricted by the barrier surrounding the Shadow Isles.

Only when the black mist spreads can Hecarim indulge in the thrill of slaughter outside the Shadow Isles.

At other times, Hecarim could only swing his halberd at the undead souls transformed from the black mist by the iron mass beside him.

This is to alleviate the restlessness in one's soul caused by the inability to kill.

However, since these Iron Legion souls do not die on the Shadow Isles.

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Chapter Six: A Big Stick and a Sweet Treat

Suddenly, a black fog swept in.

A figure materialized before Hecarim's eyes.

The figure wore a pale crown and held a purple demonic sword in his hand.

His mind had long been consumed by the carnage, and Hecarim couldn't distinguish the identity of the person in front of him. Instead, he instinctively raised his halberd and charged forward.

"kill!"

"Go to hell, go to hell, go to hell!!!"

Blue flames erupted from Hecarim's body, burning all the way to the tip of his halberd.

A cruel glint flashed in Hecarim's ferocious eyes as it charged toward Folgo, slashing down with all its might the halberd burning with eerie blue flames.

To this, Foygo remained calm, though a hint of disappointment lingered in his heart.

Hecarim, who only knows how to kill and whose very instincts are consumed by killing, is utterly useless.

However, at the moment, Foygo has no one else available.

"Ugh......"

Foygo sighed and shook his head. It seemed that the plan to build the Ruined Legion needed to be put on the agenda as soon as possible.

He then slowly raised his hand and pointed at Hecarim, who was charging towards him.

He doesn't even need to use Blade of the Ruined King to deal with a mere Hecarim!

"boom!"

Endless black mist, carrying a chilling and terrifying power, erupted from Foygo's hands, engulfing Hecarim almost instantly.

Engulfed by the black mist, Hecarim felt his power being devoured by the black mist!

The originally blazing blue flames were instantly extinguished and swallowed by the black mist.

The urge to kill vanished instantly, replaced by endless fear.

Only then did Hecarim realize who he had just attacked!

"Roar!! Aaaaaah!!"

"Great King, please forgive my rudeness!"

"The lowly Hecarim apologizes to you."

Seeing that he was about to be completely swallowed by the black mist, Hecarim regained his senses and hurriedly begged Feuergo for help.

"Humph!"

Seeing that Hecarim had regained his senses, Foygo snorted and withdrew the black mist.

Hecarim's once ferocious and terrifying armor, burning with ghostly flames, was now tattered and torn, as if it could decay at any moment.

Hecarim was weakened to an unprecedented degree due to being swallowed by the black mist.

However, being able to escape with his life is already a stroke of good luck for Hecarim.

Meanwhile, a knowing glint flashed in Foygo's eyes.

For the corrupted undead on the Shadow Isles, their power is bestowed by the black mist.

The black mist has the characteristic of devouring souls to strengthen itself, which gives these undead similar power.

For example, Hecarim can also enhance his strength by killing and plundering souls.

As the source of everything, Folyago can naturally draw upon Hecarim's power through the black mist.

Wouldn't that turn it into "pig farming"?

If one day it really comes to a desperate situation, wouldn't Folyago be able to just drain all the undead from the entire Shadow Isles?

Seeing Foygo deep in thought, Hecarim's heart was filled with fear.

If Fryego were to make a move now, his demise would likely be imminent.

As a subject of the Black Mist, Hecarim had no power to resist.

......

"Just this once, Hecarim."

"If there is a next time, it will be the time when your lowly soul is destroyed!"

Foljego's cold words put Hecarim under immense pressure.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"