In the alliance, the more they attack me, the stronger I become!

Forked lightning split the sky, and Hecarim raised his front hooves and stood tall. He lowered his blood-stained halberd slightly and led the knights behind him in a charge, raising large clouds of blood-soaked sand and bone fragments in his wake.

Mortals cried out in fear, raising their shields, but the ghostly knights' charge was unstoppable. Hecarim rode at the forefront, slashing left and right with his halberd, each blow a fatal blow. The ghostly knights trampled everything before them, their hooves thundering as they slaughtered with abandon, their charge recklessly onward.

The mortals' flesh and blood flew everywhere, their bones and tendons were broken, and their souls floated out of their broken bodies, and were immediately imprisoned in a state of neither life nor death by the cruel magic of the Ruined King.

The spirits of the dead swarmed around Hecarim, for he had brought them death, and Hecarim reveled in the ecstasy of battle.

Such a horrifying scene almost instantly made Sarah's men lose the desire to fight - they were not soldiers fighting for honor, they were just a group of pirates who were only interested in profit.

Compared to the temptation of those gold coins, one's own life is obviously more important.

For a moment, many people threw away their weapons and fled to the other side of Bilgewater with the refugees - as long as they could reach the temple, Mother Hu would protect them and keep them safe.

"Don't run! Coward!"

Sarah rebuked them angrily, but few were willing to stay and fight for her to stop the undead horde for Bilgewater.

All her preparations seemed to be trampled into nothingness by Hecarim in just half a minute.

But... although she was angry, she was not desperate.

Because she has a backup plan.

In other words, it was Cheng Xiao's backup plan for Bilgewater.

"Haha! My axe has been thirsty for a long time!"

A figure as strong as an ox fell from the sky, as if it had fallen directly from the top of the highest mountain onto the dock.

Bang! After a loud bang, the two axes were the first to "climb" out of the big hole smashed by the flesh.

Many undead spirits rose from the churning sea, their icy claws stabbing at the strange man who had suddenly appeared. But his axe was faster, drawing a gleaming arc in the darkness, making a sound as it shattered the air, and struck the leading undead spirit.

Sharp screams echoed across the docks, and the undead instinctively avoided the axe blades. Axes blessed by True Ice were more deadly than any magic.

Many of the dead were not spared by his axe, and they died again, wailing. And the man began to sing a song. It was a song he had composed in advance for the moment of his glorious death.

The lyrics were simple, but their power was not unlike the legends sung by the bards who wandered the glaciers. How long had he waited before he could sing these words? And how many times had he feared he would never get to sing the song?

After a brief tune, the man pointed his axe into the deepest part of the black fog.

"Boss said there's something here that can kill me? I hope you idiots are it!"

"But what about the old man? If I don't die, I have to ask him to compensate me with a sumptuous meal!"

"Well... well, let me use these weird things of yours to whet my appetite first."

The burly man walked straight towards the black fog, and the deadly souls consciously made way for him in front of his arrogant footsteps.

Finally, he pointed his axe at the centaur, the leader of the undead, the former leader of the knights of the Kingdom of Kamavia.

"My name is Olaf, and I command you in the name of Lockefer—to kill me."

In Hecarim's eyes, which were filled with confusion and contempt, Olaf once again revealed a crazy smile.

"Or... be beaten to death by me."

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Cheng Xiao has become less and less able to see things in the material world.

He groped in the spiritual realm for a long time, but could not find a way out. As time passed, he was gradually losing contact with the material realm, and his soul was about to completely deviate into the spiritual realm.

This feeling was very strange... His body was completely fine, but his soul was pulled out of his body and arrived at the place where the undead usually stayed.

It was also in this state that his perspective of observing the "black fog" became clearer and clearer - he could only see clusters of fog in the material realm, but he could see their original appearance in the spiritual realm.

That is what they looked like when they were alive.

Poor souls murdered by the Curse of Ruin... their chests were all missing pieces, their hearts devoured by the energies of the Ruin. Trapped in the spiritual realm, they could never escape. Their mournful sighs and expressions of despair spoke of the torment they had endured for millennia.

Besides that, those souls in the spiritual realm seemed to be non-aggressive and showed no interest in the sudden appearance of "outsiders" - it seemed that in their eyes, as long as the souls entered the spiritual realm, they were all the same kind. They were all imprisoned souls.

Cheng Xiao observed the undead for a while, but still had no idea how to return to the material world.

Time passed by minute by minute, and he still had no solution.

He didn't even know how he ended up here—it was as if he was pushed in. That vicious old woman, Leblanc...

Cheng Xiao was desperately trying to find a way to escape.

What he doesn't know is that in the material world outside, there is someone who is also working hard to help him return to "reality".

Gwen is trying.

As a rag doll with an incomplete soul, she is born with a unique connection to the spiritual realm, and she can peek into the world of the spiritual realm more easily than others.

Moreover, on the Harrowing Night, the spiritual and material realms of the Shadow Isles blended to a certain extent, so she could try to establish connections with those in the spiritual realm.

She dug all her needlework into the soil around Cheng Xiao, forming a circle around his body. Countless holy mists drifted out, blending into a unique space at the junction of the spiritual and material realms.

She didn't know if this was the right thing to do, or even why she should do it...but there seemed to be a gentle voice deep in her heart telling her to do these things.

Her master. Isolde.

Gradually, her perception of her body became weaker, like she had turned back into the rag doll she once was. Her consciousness was passing through a vague barrier... and she was gradually able to glimpse scenes from the spiritual realm.

Afterwards, Cheng Xiao, who was in the spiritual realm, saw a strange white mist.

It was just like the black mist made of ghosts he saw in the material realm.

"Cheng Xiao..."

He seemed to hear Gwen's voice, faint and hoarse, like the whispers of a dead soul he had heard under the black fog.

"Thank God, I seem to have found you... Don't worry, I'll rescue you right away... I'm trying my best, just wait for me..."

The talking "white mist" began to surround Cheng Xiao, just like the lovely girl hugging him.

"Needle and thread... scissors... and mist... it's almost there... I'll soon find a way to get you out... just wait a little longer..."

Cheng Xiao stared at the white mist and vaguely saw Gwen's serious and lovely face, but also vaguely saw the appearance of another person - the original owner of this soul fragment.

Isolde.

When the Curse of Ruin erupted, the queen's soul was split into many pieces, each symbolizing different memories and emotions.

And it is the kind side of Isolde that now gives Gwen a new life.

Cheng Xiao watched quietly and waited quietly, hoping that Gwen could take him out of the spiritual realm.

Only then could he kill Viego before the Ruinous Curse fully erupted and prevent his plan to overwhelm all of Runeterra with the Black Mist.

Cheng Xiao planned so.

until……

Suddenly, all the souls he saw in the spiritual realm - those poor dead souls who had the same appearance as they had in life - suddenly all knelt down.

They trembled and murmured fearfully.

Then Cheng Xiao sensed an evil, morbid aura.

Looking back, I saw a crazy spirit appear in the spiritual realm without knowing when.

Viego.

"I have found you at last... my love... Isolde!"

Chapter 134: Minotaur, added!

Viego vowed to spread his black fog to the entire world.

He will rule the world, but his purpose is not to rule the world - it doesn't matter what happens to others, it doesn't matter what the world becomes, he just wants to find someone.

Isolde.

His life, his heartbeat... everything he had, was for Isolde. He just wanted to hold her again, until the end of time. How he wished to see those beautiful eyes again, how he loved to see only himself in them.

For this ideal, he can give up everything and sacrifice everything.

No one's life was worth anything to the Isolde he was seeking.

Even Cheng Xiao is not worth mentioning.

He hated Cheng Xiao for holding onto Isolde's soul fragment, but rather than killing Cheng Xiao to vent his anger, he wanted to quickly reclaim that soul fragment. Yes, even resentment and hatred were nothing compared to his love for Isolde.

So after reaching a cooperation agreement with Leblanc, he immediately followed the aura of Isolde's soul. He was only trying to find Isolde, not to kill Cheng Xiao for revenge.

At first, his Black Mist found Gwen in the depths of the Twisted Jungle, so he rushed there without stopping. But just when he was about to arrive, the breath of Isolde he sensed suddenly disappeared.

Then he appeared in... a strange space. It seemed like another world, but it also seemed to be the place where he had been sleeping for over a thousand years.

He could not understand this strange yet harmonious space, and he had no idea that it was actually called the "Spiritual Realm".

He only knew... the barrier between the two worlds didn't seem to be any obstacle to him.

The power in his body can help him enter this magnificent world easily.

So he broke directly into the spiritual realm, even though he knew nothing about everything and how it worked.

Of course, he doesn't need to understand.

He didn't have to understand everything, he just had to bring his own strength into this strange realm.

If he had the power, he could take back his Isolde.

"Isold...why are you running away from me?"

Viego's heavy and hoarse voice spread in the spiritual realm, and countless undead there lowered their heads under the manic energy fluctuations - memories of thousands of years ago flooded into their minds again, and the scene of the former Blessed Island instantly turning into Shadow Island was vivid in their minds.

It was this terrible man who unleashed the Ruin. It was he who destroyed everything.

The undead were angry and resentful about Viego's arrival, but none of them dared to defy that terrifying power.

They have been killed once by this foolish and incompetent tyrant. If they are killed again in the spiritual realm... they will fall into eternal nothingness.

In addition, their fear does not come entirely from Viego - just like a thousand years ago, what they feared was the legion brought by Viego and the subsequent Curse of Ruin, not Viego himself.

The same was true now. They were not afraid of this useless king, but wanted to kill him... But they were afraid of the power in Viego. That power was definitely not his own.

From another world...seemingly belonging neither to the spiritual nor the material realm.

"Isolde... my love!"

Viego took a step forward, and every step he took terrified the undead. He approached Cheng Xiao, wanting to touch the holy mist surrounding her.

But the white mist - Gwen's projection in the spiritual realm - did not want to be touched by this vicious man at all.

"do not come!"

Gwen's voice seemed different from her own after penetrating the spiritual realm, but Viego was paranoid and believed that it was the voice of Isolde.

"Why is this happening?" Viego continued to move forward regardless. "My love... have you forgotten me?"

"I'm Gwen! Not the master!" Bai Wu dodged Viego and slipped behind Cheng Xiao. "Also, the master hates you too! You won't be loved by anyone like this!"

"Nonsense!" Viego was furious. His sick mind wouldn't allow anyone to doubt his morbid love. "Isolde still loves me! She loves me just as much as I love her! You don't understand... You all don't understand... Isolde, I'm here to save you now!"

Viego was paranoid and thought that Gwen had stolen Isolde's soul, and he immediately became furious.

Facing Cheng Xiao who was standing in front of him, he released the broken energy in his body without hesitation.

Cheng Xiao subconsciously resisted, but this energy caused him to feel an extremely intense pain - a pain that came from his soul. It almost shattered the human form he had conjured.

"No one can stop me now! Isolde, no one can stop us from being together! Isolde!"

Viego screamed crazily.

Cheng Xiao also realized that this giant green baby was indeed much stronger than before - in just half an hour since the last battle, he had at least doubled in strength.

Is it the influence of Curse of Ruin? Or is it the amplification of Harrowing Night?

Cheng Xiao didn't understand, but he now discovered something very troublesome - Viego had been enhanced, and he...

His soul entered the spiritual realm, but his body did not, so he was unable to exert his full strength - it could even be said that he could only exert a very small part of it.

Looking at Viego again, not only has his strength been enhanced, but he has also entered the spiritual realm from body to soul, and can exert 100% of his strength.

If it were in the material realm, even if this giant green light baby strengthened Cheng Xiao, he wouldn't be afraid. But here... in the spiritual realm where he couldn't use much power...

As one side gained strength while the other lost strength, he really was no match for their opponent.

"Let go of my Isolde!"