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

Hecarim was puzzled.

He didn't care about the life or death of the undead. The undead that were killed would have their bodies turn to ashes and disappear, but a trace of their soul would always return to the Shadow Isles, and they would always be reborn somewhere on the Shadow Isles in the future.

This is also why Bilgewater has repeatedly repelled the Night Elves' attacks over the past thousand years, yet the number of undead has never decreased.

The undead attacked Bilgewater along with the black mist, simply to unleash their most primal bloodlust.

However, this time, something unexpected happened.

The number of souls that returned to the Shadow Isles was reduced.

Hecarim, affected by the Curse of Ruin, became one with his warhorse.

But relying on his strong personal abilities and unwillingness to accept his fate, he has retained a fairly complete rationality even in his current state.

At first, he thought it was just an "ordinary" night of soul-devouring, where the souls that had been dormant for years finally had a chance to be released.

But just as the "entertainment" was about to end, he discovered that not all the dead had returned.

This is a fundamental blow to the Shadow Isles!

Hecarim himself stepped onto the field.

Using his senses of the vanished spirits, he located a seemingly unremarkable sailboat on the sea.

I will crush you under my feet!

Hecarim and his summoned cavalry charged at Ator.

"Facing death!"

Hecarim was incredibly fast, and in the blink of an eye, he was right in front of Ator from the bow of the Siren.

With a thrust of his halberd, seven streaks of azure flames blazed fiercely, creating a magnificent spectacle that transcended the comprehension of ordinary people!

"Ah!" Sarah, in the captain's cabin at the rear, covered her mouth with both hands. The flames of Hecarim were very conspicuous in the black mist, and she could also see the battle on the distant deck.

Is this the true nature of the Soul Eater Night? Can Mr. Atto really defeat this monster?

“Please, please live…” Sarah prayed for Atto.

Hecarim grew larger and larger in Ator's eyes.

Ato neither dodged nor evaded, choosing instead to hold the Darkin Demon Sword horizontally in front of him, taking the cavalry charge head-on!

"Let me test your skills with one move!" Atuo was even looking forward to it.

"brush!"

Upon contact, the cavalry did not stop, but instead passed directly through the demonic sword and then through Ator's body.

In that instant, Ato heard the neighing of warhorses and the wailing of countless vengeful spirits, and finally felt a piercing pain from the depths of his soul!

"Uh... ah!"

Caught off guard, Ato felt immense pain from the depths of his soul, and only managed to stay upright by using the demon sword to support his body.

Hecarim stopped a short distance behind him, his flame-formed eyes seeming somewhat surprised.

But his tone remained icy: "Your soul is begging for release. Prepare to face despair!"

"You idiot!"

Instead of responding to Hecarim, Aatrox expressed his dissatisfaction with Aatrox.

"Can't you dodge an attack of this magnitude? Are you determined to take it head-on?"

“Hehe,” Atto said, not ashamed but proud.

"That's the confidence that comes with a high margin for error. Now it seems that Hecarim is a normal character, while Aatrox is the stat monster!"

He didn't tell Aatrox that Sarah's captain's cabin was right behind him!

If he didn't take the hit, he couldn't guarantee when Hecarim would stop, and what if he rushed towards Sarah?

She will surely be annihilated under Hecarim's iron hooves.

Now, even if Hecarim launches another charge, there is only the boundless sea behind him, posing no threat to the lives of the others on the ship.

"So his name is Hecarim." Aatrox ignored Aatrox's rambling and only listened to the useful information.

As soon as he finished speaking, a pale blue light appeared on the demonic sword, surrounding Ator, and he felt the stinging pain in his soul lessen.

"The allure of numbers! Not only can they absorb the flesh and blood of the living, but they can even utilize the very essence of the soul!"

The soul power of the undead previously killed by Ator was also absorbed by the Darkin Blade, preventing them from returning to the Shadow Isles.

Now they can heal the damage to Ator's soul.

Seeing this, Hecarim raised his halberd above his head with both hands and continued his charge.

This time, he did not choose to attack with spirits, but instead dispersed the ghostly soldiers around him, intending to defeat his opponent with his powerful physical body.

Due to the black mist's transformation, his height approached three meters, making him appear like a small giant compared to a normal human like Ato.

The halberd clashed with the greatsword, and Ator's tiny body did not yield an inch before the tall and strong Hecarim.

Hecarim, positioned high above, gripped his halberd with both hands and pressed down hard, while Ator could block his attack with a single sword raised in one hand.

He seems weaker than the Angel Sisters. Was my previous assessment of his strength wrong... or is the old man just too powerful?

A variety of thoughts flashed through his mind, and Ato mocked in Aatrox's tone, "How come you only have so little strength? Didn't you sleep well last night?"

When he got serious, he found that he was becoming more and more proficient in using Aatrox's power.

"I never rest..."

Hecarim switched from slashing to smashing, as if he were wielding a brick instead of a halberd, smashing it down on Ator with each blow, the deck beneath his feet even threatening to shatter!

Despite the onslaught of this fierce storm, Atto remained unperturbed.

Opponents of Hecarim's caliber are rare, and the longer Aatrox fights him, the faster he will absorb combat experience.

After all, it's the accumulation of thousands of years. Where will we find such a good sparring partner in the future?

"They really are evenly matched..."

Sarah had been watching the battle closely. The sight of Atto in pain earlier made her heart clench. If Atto couldn't stop this centaur monster, who in all of Bilgewater could stand against him?

Moreover, with all sides preoccupied with their own problems and Atto fallen, the Sirens are at risk of total annihilation.

"No, Mr. Atto hasn't used his full strength yet!"

It appeared that the centaur monster was attacking, while Atto was merely parrying. In reality, he hadn't moved an inch, and all of the centaur monster's attack movements had been anticipated!

"Let's play somewhere else."

Atto glanced at his feet; if they didn't change locations soon, the two of them would have to break through the deck and into the cabin.

Whoever gets involved in the battle will lose their life.

Ator's arm jerked, and Hecarim felt a great force coming from it, causing the halberd to be knocked out of his hand!

Hecarim's center was wide open. He saw the greatsword coming down and instinctively tried to dodge, but it was too late.

The greatsword struck Hecarim hard, sending him and his horse flying as they crashed into a mast on the deck.

Even the iron-reinforced mast couldn't withstand the impact, slowly breaking and falling into the sea.

Atto gave him no chance to catch his breath, deciding to strike while he was still airborne, leaping into the air and using gravity to bring him crashing down.

"Let's see how powerful the Q3 is!"

Just as Ato was about to land, he suddenly sensed danger from the side, so he decisively gave up the opportunity and nimbly turned around in mid-air.

The next moment, a cold light flashed, and it was Hecarim's halberd, which had been knocked out of his hand, returning to his grasp and thwarting Ator's pursuit.