First, take down the Sword Demon, then save Runeterra.

The bullet whizzed past Sarah's ear, sending a gust of wind through her fiery red hair.

The voluptuous redhead focused intently as she darted between the tavern tables and chairs, dodging the intense fire from all directions. Finally, she lunged forward and ducked behind a pillar, only then catching her breath slightly.

"Tch." Sarah gritted her teeth, holding up her finely crafted twin pistols. "These scum should be thrown out of Grey Harbor to feed the boneless fish!"

Judging from the direction of the gunfire, in addition to the two who had just been killed, at least five more people were lying in ambush in various parts of the tavern, continuing to pour fire on the pillar where Sarah was hiding.

"Damn it, we were so careless. We never expected that an ordinary tavern would be a stronghold of the Iron Hook Gang."

Sarah was somewhat annoyed that she hadn't brought anyone else with her and had gone to a tavern to clear her head. However, she was recognized by members of the Iron Hook Gang, and a fight broke out between the two sides.

Sarah's keen intuition and agile skills prevented their sneak attack from succeeding, and she took down the two opponents first.

Just then, the barrage of fire gradually subsided.

Sarah was about to assess the enemy's movements when she heard a man's gruff voice, his tone playful: "Oh dear, look at our famous Miss Fortune, the rising star of Bilgewater bounty hunters, how come she's been driven to this point by ordinary sailors like us?"

Sarah turned her head and moved slightly closer to the edge of the pillar.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could roughly see that a fat man with tattoos of waves and hooks on his face was lying on his right rear, using the collapsed table as cover.

“Hey Miss Luck, since you don’t have a chance today anyway, why don’t we talk? Put down your weapons, and we promise not to shoot you again. Then… we can do something more interesting.”

The fat man licked his lips, and the image that appeared before his eyes was the red-haired woman's delicate face and her full figure, which her clothes could not completely conceal.

The other men, who were hiding behind cover and had tattoo-like marks on their faces, were breathing heavily.

Sarah is now the Iron Hook Gang's number one enemy. Since her sudden appearance, more than a dozen gang leaders on the wanted list have been beheaded by her for the bounty, which is reminiscent of the Bloodharbor Ghost Legend that has recently swept Bilgewater.

She acted swiftly and decisively against the targets on her kill list, unlike a novice hunter who was just starting out.

The Blood Harbor Ghost is ultimately just a legend, since no one has ever seen it with their own eyes, but Sarah in front of him has her hands truly stained with the blood of the Iron Hook Gang.

Enemy is enemy, but Sarah possesses a body that can make one's blood boil. If only I could make her submit to me...

The Iron Hook Gang member sniffed, a hint of hesitation creeping into his mind. It seemed rather wasteful to let that perfect body behind the pillar be riddled with holes by a musket and die...

Sarah listened to the heavy breathing behind her and finally couldn't take it anymore. These lackeys were just as wicked as their master, Planck!

She thought she had been too lenient. Feeding them boneless fish was not enough to vent Sarah's anger. They should have been dragged to the bottom of the sea by another terrifying legend of Piraeus when they set sail, and smashed into mincemeat with a giant anchor!

The sound of her breathing gave away the positions of the others. Sarah mentally planned her next move, rehearsing it several times before taking a deep breath. With nimble movements, she rolled out from behind the pillar, quickly adjusting her stance and raising both pistols, aiming in two directions: "I'll go to hell..."

"I will cut your filthy body in half, chop it up, and mince it!"

Sarah froze for a moment. Just as she rolled out, a streak of blood suddenly burst through the tavern door, carrying two sailors guarding the door towards the fat man at the back.

The fat man didn't even have time to react before the three of them were pierced through by the bloody light and pinned to the ground.

The sudden turn of events reversed the situation in the tavern. Sarah instinctively seized the opportunity, firing both guns simultaneously, and the two people who had been drawn in also fell to the ground.

After killing the last two, Sarah raised her gun and looked around. After confirming that there was no one else, she fixed her gaze on that spot, her expression changing slightly.

It was a massive, blood-red sword, as tall as a person, with black, winding blades on both sides. The black spikes on the hilt gleamed coldly, sounding like the thumping of a heart, accompanied by the rhythmic flashes of red light on the blade. Although the giant sword had pierced through the bodies of the three men, no blood flowed.

"Was that sound coming from this thing? Could it be a talking sword?"

Sarah remained wary of the giant sword, but what followed made it difficult for her to stay calm—the three people who had been pierced suddenly burst out with black and red light, and then their bodies began to disintegrate and finally disappeared. The whole process looked as if the giant sword had absorbed the three people's bodies.

"What on earth is going on?" Sarah gripped her twin pistols tightly and slowly approached the door. Reason told her that she should leave the tavern immediately. The blood-red greatsword looked far more dangerous than the undead that roamed the streets when the Night of the Souls arrived!

"You maggots, you maggots!" the crimson greatsword roared, its red light flashing at an alarming rate. "Why? Even after devouring enough flesh and blood, you still can't form a body! What did that ant do?"

"Save your breath, you old man."

A well-proportioned man walked in through the door with light, languid steps. His voice was as if he had just woken up, and he scratched his messy black hair.

Upon seeing Sarah, the drowsiness on his face dissipated slightly, and he exclaimed, "Oh, Nagakaporos! Look who this is, the infamous Miss Fortune! You are indeed as beautiful as the rumors say."

"Humble ant!"

"Why does everyone seem to recognize me today?" Sarah sighed, but remained vigilant, asking with a hint of doubt, "Nagakapolos? Are you a Baju?"

"Insignificant mortals!"

"No, I was just casually remarking to someone." The man shrugged, then walked straight to the blood-red greatsword. "Please wait a moment, beautiful lady, this sword is really too noisy."

"Killing you a thousand times wouldn't be enough!" The giant sword seemed to lack the ability to move on its own, and could only express its anger through words and rapidly flashing red light. Otherwise, Sarah felt that it would have already flown up and started hacking people to pieces.

"You ant, what have you done?"

"What did I do? I didn't do anything. You Darkborn sealed in weapons always fight with your hosts for control."

The man paid no attention to Sarah overhearing these conversations and continued to communicate with the greatsword.

"I almost forgot, after all, you are the strongest ascendant. In the thousand years since you woke up, no one has been able to defeat your will, and you have been able to easily take over other people's bodies every time. But this time, I'm sorry to say you lost."