Legends of Runeterra

“Boom~Boom~!”

Looking at the undead charging in the distance, there was no fear on her face, and she held the silver sword stuck in the stone in front of her with both hands.

“Crack~!”

With a slight sound, the sword was easily pulled out, and Sarah raised it high with her right hand.

"Buzz~~!"

A dazzling pale silver light rose from the sword, echoing with the holy silver spikes nailed to the edge of the dock.

Light continuously poured into the barrier, and the originally thin barrier became thicker at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few breaths, it became like a light silver translucent city wall.

Looking at this thick city wall, it seemed as if an invisible warm breeze blew over the sailors, and their cold and stiff bodies became warm again. They subconsciously turned around to look at the person who did all this.

"They are just a bunch of old and backward cavalry. Use our Bilgewater artillery to blow them to pieces!!!"

Amidst the bright yet not blinding light, a powerful female voice rang out.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Raven, the first mate, was the first to react and answered loudly.

"Yes, Madam Empress!!!"

The sailors cheered in unison and began to quickly reload ammunition.

"Bang! Chila~!"

“Ahhhh~~!”

One by one, the undead pounced on the barrier, but like water drops falling on a hot iron plate, they wailed miserably and disappeared after being accompanied by endless black mist.

"Long live the Empress~!"

"Wuhu~! The Empress's barrier is so strong, so powerful~!"

"Gua, the Empress has the best teeth in the world~!"

...

Seeing that the Undead were unable to do anything against the city wall-like barrier, young and old sailors alike began to cheer loudly, and their hands loaded ammunition more quickly and forcefully.

"Bang~bang~bang~!"

Not affected at all by the [Holy Silver] barrier that restrained the Undead, thousands of shells tore through the air and whizzed towards the Undead cavalry.

“Boom~Boom~Boom~!”

The shells fell mercilessly.

Including the 'Iron Legion' led by the Shadow of War - Hecarim, these corporeal undead spirits had their limbs shattered and flying under the bombardment of artillery fire.

But before the sailors could cheer.

"Whoo~~!"

The black fog swept over the broken limbs, and when it dissipated, the undead that had just been torn apart appeared intact again in front of everyone.

"Fuck, these scums don't seem so easy to kill..."

"Ahem! Pah! So what? Are you still afraid of this barrier?"

"I'm just talking, I'm not afraid of anything, damn it!"

"Hahaha~! I complained that they died too quickly. I carried so many shells to the dock for nothing!"

"That's right, damn it!!!"

...

Although he controlled the 'Iron Legion', Hecarim did not charge with his cavalry.

He was vicious and cunning when he was alive, and after being turned into a dead spirit by the "Curse of Ruin", this trait was further strengthened and magnified.

When he saw the silver barrier on the Bilgewater dock that had never appeared in previous years, his first reaction was to test it out first.

The result was just as he expected. The wall-like barrier had a great restraining effect on the undead like them.

Surrounded by black mist, Hecarim's eyes, spewing dark green undead fire, stared quietly into the distance.

Looking past the sailors with excited smiles, Hecarim endured the disgust from the bottom of his heart and his eyes fell on the figure holding up a long sword with surging silver light.

"It is indeed a powerful treasure, but unfortunately... the user is a mortal..."

Hecarim's iron hooves stepped gently, waiting for the power of the black fog to awaken the undead lurking in the seabed and create an opportunity for another undead lord.

...

Despite the roar of artillery fire at the dock, the doors and windows of Bilgewater were closed, and no one tried to open the door to watch the excitement.

“Tick, tick, tick!”

The hard-soled boots stepped on the bluestone road, and the subtle footsteps echoed in the gaps between the artillery fire.

Walking on the deserted main street of the slums, Lucian, who had already taken off his black robe, walked forward with an expressionless face.

After a while, he slowly stood still and placed his hands on the relic pistol at his waist.

"Come out, I can smell your rotten stench!"

"Hoo~!"

Wisps of black mist rose from the ground and gathered.

“Ding-dong~ Ding-dong~!”

Along with the sound of metal chains colliding, an extremely tall ghost slowly emerged.

It was wrapped in a pitch-black robe with chains with hooks wrapped around the outside. On its skull with hair made up of three strange joints, the fire of death was burning silently but fiercely.

Lucian's eyes swept over the lantern emitting a faint green light in the ghost's hand, and a heart-wrenching pain surged up in his heart.

'May the light be above...'

He immediately recited the motto silently and suppressed all unnecessary emotions. When Lucian looked at that hideous and terrifying face, his eyes were cold and without a trace of emotion.

“Hiss~! What a terrifying look, Sentinel of Light, it seems to make me feel a bit chilly~!”

Lucian had no intention of talking to Thresh, nor did he shout to let the other party know why he had come to him.

The revenge for the murder of a wife can only be paid with blood.

"Shua~!"

He pulled out two relic pistols, pointed them at Thresh, and poured out all his rage.

"Bang bang bang~!"

The firing speed was so fast that the flames from the muzzles of the double relic guns were almost connected.

“Uh ...

The explosive pure fire instantly engulfed the soul-locked warden, and his screams sounded like celestial music to Lucian.

“Ahahahaha~!!!”

The screams suddenly turned into gurgling laughter, and a dim green barrier isolated all the flames.

Thresh walked out of the flames slowly. Ghosts kept wailing and emerging from the lantern in his hand, forming a green barrier for him.

Lucian stopped this ineffective attack and kept sliding around Thresh. During this time, countless light bullets shot at Thresh from all angles, trying to find his weak point.

"Haha~! This weapon looks so familiar~!"

Thresh stood there and let Lucian attack him, his dry and yellow nails gently scratching his bony chin.

"Ah~! Yes, I remember this weapon. It belonged to the woman called... Senna."

“Tsk~!”

Although Lucian did not reply, he couldn't help but pause when Thresh called out that name.

"She's not dead yet."

Showing his sharp needle-like teeth, Thresh showed a ferocious smile.

"I stripped her soul and kept it here."

Thresh raised the lantern, allowing Lucian to see more clearly the countless souls writhing in agony.

"What!?"

Lucian inevitably hesitated for a moment.

"Shua~!"

"Dang~!"

The chain sickle tore through the air, lashing at the relic pistol while tightly wrapping around Lucian's arm.

"Haha~! Now, you are mine~!"