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

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Hecarim's attack landed, but only made a crisp sound on the "shield", without even leaving a scratch.

Ding! Hecarim was knocked back half a step.

The bald man, taller than Olaf, held up his shield and smiled brightly at Olaf behind him.

"Bron is here! No one can hurt you, my friend!"

This sudden change made both of them very unhappy.

One of them was naturally Hecarim. He really didn't want to waste too much time on a few mortals; conquering all of Bilgewater was his goal tonight.

The other one... is Olaf.

"It's... it's you again...!!" Olaf's eyes widened with anger, and he pointed at Braum with trembling fingers. He finally couldn't hold back the blood that had been gushing out of his throat and spat it out.

If he wasn't so weak, he would definitely pick up the axe on the ground and hit Braum twice.

He had anticipated that this annoying guy would be so self-indulgent, so when he was on the boat, he left the other Freljordians behind and rowed alone to arrive early, but even so...

Why can’t I get rid of this thing like a pile of dog shit?

Olaf was furious, and several other Alliance warriors who had arrived in the Freljord had already carried him away.

He turned and saw that the previously deserted dock was now filled with hundreds of people—all elite warriors from the Freljord Alliance. All of them were Iceborn who possessed ice magic.

With their arrival, Hecarim's cavalry could no longer advance and instead started fighting on the dock.

But... the situation is still not optimistic.

"Crush them!"

Hecarim waved his hand, and all the ghost knights rushed forward desperately - even though the ice magic of the Iceborn could kill them twice.

The black fog on the sea continued to surge, and more undead souls arrived in the human world.

If it were any other Harrowing Night, this large group of Freljord warriors would surely have successfully defended the docks, but today was special... The Ruined King had granted them even greater power than usual.

The Curse of Ruin drives them to burn their souls, paying an irreversible price in exchange for greater power.

And there are a lot of them.

There are as many terrifying undead spirits now as there were people on the Blessed Island in the past and as many troops as Kamavia brought there.

This number far exceeds the defenses on Bilgewater.

This battle is difficult to fight...

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Gwen ran desperately and Viego chased her desperately because she had the fragment of Isolde's soul.

And on their side, there was another person watching silently.

Yorick. Yorick the Gravedigger.

A living person who looks like a dead person.

He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had seen a living person - well, let alone a living person, he had never even seen a weirdo like him who was neither dead nor alive.

Thousands of years...haven't seen it.

Because he is the only living person on the Shadow Isles.

He is also the last survivor of the former Fukumitsu Island.

When the Ruinous Curse broke out, all the people on the island died—both outsiders and enemies. But Yorick miraculously survived.

And this is all because of the bottle on his chest.

That little bottle of holy water.

This thing protected him from the Curse of Ruin, preventing him from dying in agony like the others and becoming an imprisoned soul... He was once a member of a holy cult, and this bottle was the cult's token.

In fact, every member of the cult had a bottle like this, but he was the only one who survived. At first he didn't understand why, until later he found out that it might be due to his innate ability - the ability to communicate with the dead.

He had this ability since he was a child, but to others, he was just talking to the air, as ridiculous as a madman. Later, those who laughed at him died in the Curse of Ruin, and only he could hear the voice of the dead:

Throw it away. Join us. We will become one.

On that day, all living things withered and twisted, corrupted by the Black Mist's foul magic. Humans, animals, and even plants were transformed into hideous, ghoul-like forms. The wind whispered in his ears...

But he persisted.

Afterwards, he buried all the bodies on the island and devoted himself to a great cause - he hoped to find the culprit of all this trouble, the foolish king, and reverse the curse he had cast.

He searched for a long, long time.

So long that... sometimes he even forgot what he was doing, and what the ghosts whispering in his ears wanted him to do.

Sometimes he even forgets that he is alive.

But at this moment - after seeing a despicable figure, he remembered everything.

He remembered his name, his mission, and what he had been pursuing.

In fact, it was the first time he saw the running man, and he couldn't see anything distinctive about his appearance, but he had a strong feeling - the ghosts around him were also telling him:

That is, the King of Ruined King.

Viego.

He had been searching for the cause of this disaster for a thousand years, and finally it came out on its own at this moment.

Yorick felt an unprecedented excitement.

Without any hesitation, he clenched the small bottle hanging on his chest.

Then he spoke to the wandering ghosts around him in that almost forgotten ancient language:

"Help me catch him."

Yorick never used any powerful force to teach the undead a lesson, let alone enslave or threaten them, but the undead around him all listened to him.

Because he had buried their bodies.

In an instant, countless huge holes appeared in the ground at his feet, and a large group of rotten and terrifying zombies crawled out from the ground, howling and rushing towards Viego.

What Viego controls is the black fog and the ghosts, not these former people of Blessed Island.

Their bodies were out of control.

"what--!"

The ghouls let out sharp roars and pounced on Viego one after another. Although the ones in front of them were not strong, their bodies had become much stronger under the influence of the Shadow Isles.

Viego's attention was all on Gwen - or Isolde, and for a moment he didn't notice the zombies rushing from the side. When he heard the roar, he had already been pounced by a zombie.

More ghouls followed, wrapping Viego completely up like a dumpling.

They vented their past resentment towards this despicable and tyrant.

However... their power is ultimately inferior to Viego's.

After Viego reacted, his anger turned into terrifying energy that swept across the area for miles.

The violent impact instantly tore the surrounding zombies into pieces, and the black fog on the island became thicker again.

Seeing this, Yorick realized that the culprit with green light in front of him was not as easy to deal with as the rumors said - this king possessed powerful strength far beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

As a tiny being, he had no other means to deal with the Ruined King except to summon the wights.

He hesitated for a moment.

But at this moment, a voice he had never heard before suddenly rang in his ears - or maybe he had heard it before, but this voice was not conspicuous among all the dead souls, and he had no impression of it.

It was a...woman's voice.

A voice filled with endless hatred:

"Viego...why...why can't you let me go..."

Then, a wisp of black mist emerged from the stone tablet filled with souls on Yorick's back, and he suddenly realized the other party's identity -

This unusual black mist was the root cause of the curse of ruin caused by the king.

She is...the Queen of the Ruined King.

"Why you!"

An angry scream cut through the dark sky, and Yorick suddenly felt the stone tablet on his back become countless times heavier, almost crushing him to the ground.

And he gradually saw clearly the wisp of black mist emanating from the stone tablet—

It is the soul of a woman.

But... she is not as "gentle and beautiful" as the queen in the legend.

She is a...

A deformed and twisted monster.

A voice hoarser than that of a demon, claws sharper than those of a beast, fangs sharper than those of a poisonous snake, a mouth larger and deeper than that of a sea beast... She does not look like a normal human being at all.

It can even be said that there is no human structure.

A complete monster.

That Ruined King... likes this type?

Yorick was stunned for a moment, and Viego also showed a look of surprise after seeing the black mist.

"Isolde! It's you!"

Of course, Viego's eyes are not blind. The "Isold" he saw was also a deformed, twisted and extremely ugly monster, but this did not affect the eternal love in his heart.

He loved Isolde no matter what she became.

He ignored her ugly appearance.

Also ignored...

Her resentment.

“Isolde…!”

Viego opened his arms and strode forward, wanting to embrace the terrible monster in his arms.

But what he didn't know was that the other party didn't want to hug him, but only wanted to kill him.

This wisp of black mist - that is, this fragment of Isolde's soul, carries emotions that are completely opposite to those of Gwen's soul fragment.

It was Isolde's good side that gave Gwen life.

And sleeping in the stone tablet on Yorick's back is the angry side of Isolde.

She floated towards the man who was rushing towards her at full speed.

Then when the other person wanted to hug her... he stretched out his claws.