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

Atto remained expressionless, holding his sword in one hand, regardless of whether the undead possessed any rationality.

At this moment, what Ato saw was: the enemy jungler tried to gank our bottom lane, but I counter-ganked him.

He swung his right arm, which was gripping the sword, and flung away the undead's arms, which had mutated into withered claws.

Sarah didn't see Atto's movements clearly at all. All she saw was the undead in front of her being cut in half at the waist, its lower body being sucked into the demon sword, while its upper body landed on the deck not far away.

With its remaining half-body, it relentlessly crawled toward Sarah.

"Thank you." Sarah's full breasts heaved rapidly.

"I promised you that no one could threaten you within a month."

"But why can't these low-level undead born from the Curse of Ruin sense me? Sarah, your attraction is indeed extraordinary."

“…Don’t joke around now.” Sarah stared intently at the severed undead.

The mindless undead naturally did not understand Ator's words. Even with only half a body left, it was determined to complete the task given to it by that being!

Since its birth, it has lingered on the Shadow Isles for a long time, submitting to the high being who is one with its warhorse.

How dare I give orders to this creature that looks no different from an ordinary person!

The undead roared, retracted its outstretched, withered arm, and instead turned its hatred towards the mysterious person who had prevented it from achieving its goal.

The spirit's instincts told it that the only reason this person could stop it was because he was lucky!

There is no one in the world who can stop the Shadow Isles army.

Yes, that must be the case.

Ato shook his head helplessly.

Ordinary pirates are one thing, but why are the undead just as clueless about their own limitations?

The Darkin Blade, though seemingly enormous, felt weightless in Ator's hands.

After blocking Sarah's sneak attack, Atto pulled the demon sword back into his hand, flicked his wrist, and casually slashed it down in front of him, splitting the undead in two along with the deck in front of him.

It raised its withered claws one last time before letting them fall limply, its body gradually turning to ashes and merging into the demonic sword.

Although they are called spirits, they are actually like humans; they have physical forms.

If hit by a musket or machete, it will still be reduced to ashes after being damaged to a certain extent.

The ghost that attacked Sarah was swiftly killed by Atto.

Sarah felt a chill run down her spine. If it weren't for Atto standing by her side, she would probably have had to pay the price of her mother's twin guns to survive this Night of Soul Devouring.

At the same time, the crew of the Sirens heard a loud noise coming from the southeast.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

"It seems that Planck has sent his main force to Grey Harbor."

Ator sheathed his greatsword and looked at Miss Fortune.

"Tch, this is just Planck's way of maintaining his rule."

Sarah remained unconvinced, her face still showing undisguised disgust as she heard the sounds coming from the Grey Harbor southeast of Bilgewater.

"More importantly, Mr. Ato, thank you for what you did earlier. These dual pistols are very important to me..."

Sarah couldn't help but recall the first time she met Planck when she was very young.

“You shouldn’t let your guard down, Miss Sarah.” Atto gripped his greatsword tightly. “The Night of Soul Devouring has only just begun.”

Sarah suddenly snapped out of her reverie and instinctively moved closer to Atto beside her.

“Each Soul-Eating Night lasts at least a whole day, Mr. Atto. How do you think we can get through it safely?”

"Lie down and wait for me to finish..." Ato thought to himself, then casually said, "Perhaps you've had a tough time every time you've faced the Soul-Eating Night, but this time, you don't need to worry about anything, because I'm here."

……

Southeast of Bilgewater, two enormous ships, each three or four times the size of the Sirens, were unleashing a furious barrage of fire.

Countless steel cannons on the ship spewed fire, and cannonballs fell into the sea, creating towering waves.

Besides the artillery bombardment, there were also many figures wielding swords and knives, hacking and slashing on the deck. The undead had already invaded the area of ​​the "Fear" and the "Leviathan".

Planck stood high above the captain's cabin of the Fear, surveying the entire battle.

Due to the obstruction of the black mist, the information he could see was very limited, which made him anxious. He hated things that were out of his control.

Planck took a big bite of the peeled orange in his hand, drew the cleaver from his waist, walked down the stairs, and joined the battle to stop the undead from advancing.

"You mindless beasts, what do you intend to do to my kingdom?"

Enraged, Planck used the sparks from the firing shells to lock onto the nearest undead, and with a burst of energy, he beheaded it before it could react.

"Hmph, still too weak to be defeated. You will become stepping stones to stabilize my rule!"

As a seasoned pirate, Planck had faced Soul Eater more than once and naturally had considerable experience in slaying the undead.

The damage from the musket is not enough to kill the undead immediately; even if hit by several bullets, there is still a risk of them remaining able to move.

The most effective method is to decapitate the spirit with a knife; the spirit will struggle for a few moments before ceasing its movements and turning to ashes.

Otherwise, the undead would only get hit by one cannonball, but the target is too small to be hit directly.

"Attention everyone!" Planck ran to a megaphone on the ship. "Aim your attacks at the heads of these lowly creatures! Anyone who doesn't understand can expect to be shot after the Night of the Souls!"

Suddenly, Planck felt a chill on his back as the undead's claws swung, creating a cold wind that struck Planck's back.

Years of fighting experience made Planck react quickly, bending down and smashing the megaphone with his claws.

Planck rolled a short distance away, drew his musket with his other hand, and fired, stopping the undead from taking any further action.

Planck seized the opportunity to close the distance and tried to swing the knife at the neck again, but this time the undead was prepared and blocked the blade with its hard bone claws.

He tried his best but couldn't break through the bone claws' defense, so he withdrew and retreated, staring intently at the undead, like a cheetah that had identified its target, waiting for the target to reveal a weakness.

The invasion of the Black Mist was all-encompassing, and Planck's fleet could only stop a portion of it.

As time went on, the black fog eventually spread from the waters near Bilgewater to the islands.

Warnings from the Temple of Baru have spread throughout the island, and now every household in Bilgewater is staying indoors, but even so, there is no guarantee that the dead won't suddenly appear inside.

From the moment they received the warning, both pirates and ordinary residents prepared their ammunition and weapons, and stayed up all night.

The Temple of Baru is located not far from the Grey Harbor.

Illaoi, the high priestess of the Barush, a strong woman with dark skin, noticed the deepening darkness around her. Beside her were a group of Barush people dressed similarly.