He Comes From the Void

Lucian supported Senna, and ran across the courtyard, across the stone bridge, and headed for the library in the fortress.

Senna was injured, they couldn't run fast, and there was always the terrifying sound of chains mopping the ground behind them, and Thresh's unhurried footsteps when his boots stepped on the ground, like a note of death, haunting.

The sound of the chains changed to a rhythmic pounding shortly after they had mounted the downward stairs.

Although he couldn't see the top through the stone pillar, the sound of iron chains falling on the stone steps one by one, and Thresh's empty eye sockets burning with joyous will-o'-the-wisps unconsciously appeared in his mind.

He was just above the stone steps, very close to them.

Senna looked up, and suddenly saw a figure standing on the stone steps, not an undead, but a person she was very familiar with.

Veteran Urias—her mentor, Lucian's father, relatives who were implicated and killed by her.

The grumpy old soldier who had reassured her with rough instruction was now looking at her with kindly eyes, eerily strange.

Senna immediately realized that this was Thresh's conspiracy, but her footsteps were still subconsciously stopped.

Even a moment's hesitation was enough to spell doom, and her steps lost pace with her running, and she lost her balance and fell forward.

And in front of him is the abyss.

There was no protection on the outside of the spiral stone steps, Senna fell out of the corridor and fell into the abyss.

She watched the stone steps get farther and farther away from her, and her heart quickly fell into the abyss.

At this moment, another face that reassured her suddenly appeared in front of the stone steps, and a strong arm grabbed her wrist.

"Don't give up!" Lucian gritted his teeth and said.

He was really afraid that Senna would just give up her life and enter Thresh's lantern to find the so-called answer.

Just three words gave Sena great strength, she also held Lucian's wrist, and was gradually pulled back to the stone steps.

The sound of Thresh's footsteps still echoed in the empty space. He didn't seem to be in a hurry for this moment, and would always wait until the moment when the prey saw hope, and then extinguish it with his own hands.

They continued to flee downwards, and this chase would not come to an end until they found Kahn and the others.

...

Kahn's fingers slid across the book cover, peeling off layers of long-accumulated dust, revealing names that had been dusty for a long time.

He noticed a scroll, took it down and opened it, and found that it contained the secret of the holy stone.

The holy stone is the main body of the weapons in Lucian's hands, which can transform faith into the power of holy light and destroy evil spirits.

Suddenly, a familiar magical breath was felt, which belonged to the power of holy light of the holy stone.

Kahn moved the helmet closer to the scroll in front of him, wanting to study which part was made of holy stone.

However, he immediately discovered that the source of this breath was at the entrance of the library.

Could it be...

Sure enough, when he looked at the door, the Lucian couple also appeared there with their arms.

He hurried over with the scroll, and before he arrived, he heard Lucian's shout.

"Here he comes! Help us!"

As soon as the words fell, Thresh appeared at the door.

"There are so many flavors of torture to enjoy."

There was a ghostly will-o'-the-wisp burning in Thresh's eye holes, and cruel laughter echoed in the empty library. He raised the lantern, opened the Nether Prison with his own hands, and released countless tortured souls.

The undead roared out of the door like foam from a beer keg.

Thresh turned the lantern, and those souls who wanted to escape began to elongate and deform, and were dragged back to the prison by a suction force to continue to suffer.

And the rest in the library are all the ghosts whose minds have been completely distorted after being tortured by Thresh. They can't wait to inflict the torture they have suffered for thousands of years on others, drag their souls into prisons, and satisfy them. own morbid psychology.

The ground was full of drowned sailors and ancient soldiers, with distorted and angry faces aimed at the couple.

The legless wraith was wearing a broken shroud, floating in the air, and came to intercept the three of them.

The situation was clear at a glance, and everyone drew their weapons one after another.

Kahn raised his arm and threw out the arm blade, rushing towards the encirclement of the undead.

The Wraith opened its claws and rushed towards him, trying to carry him into the abyss.

The arm blade drew a purple arc in the air, cutting off the wraith's body cleanly. But these things did not die, and became the thread of the soul and was drawn into the lantern in Thresh's hand.

Kahn looked at the lantern in his hand, and immediately lit it with a little magic spark.

The golden light enveloped him, and the flying wraith shrieked and retracted its smoking claws immediately after touching the barrier.

He rushed into the encirclement without any scruples, and the arm blade in his hand cut out an arc longer than the length of the blade, tearing a hole in the encirclement of the undead, right in front of Thresh's eyes.

Senna, whose face was like gold paper, shot together with Lucian. The pure gunfire purified the attacking undead one after another, but she was already at the end of her strength.

There was a claw mark on her arm, and the black mist was constantly drawing white smoke from the wound, which was the embodiment of the passing of life.

"You take this."

Just as he bent down and carefully handed the lantern to Senna, the warden swung his sharp hooked sickle behind his back.

Immediately, a swift shadow rushed out of the black mist, its fist blade crossed and knocked away the hook and sickle, and then shot out fiery missiles to counterattack.

Thresh's lantern emitted a round of black light, and after a dazzling explosion, a gap was broken through the black mist, but the warden was still standing there.

Kai'Sa clenched her fists and stared at him, her eyes filled with endless coldness.

"In the name of love, another pair of sweet and delicious souls." Thresh said wickedly: "Whose soul should we capture?"

"You can't take anyone else's."

As if echoing these words, a few dazzling flashes of lightning suddenly emerged from the oblique stabs. Miss Fortune, who was hiding in the dark, found a chance, and the lightning bullets poured out, all of which shot into Thresh's eye sockets.

Thresh roared, his jaws stretched far beyond any joint. The Nether Prison released a strong suction force, and all the evil spirits were sucked into the cage unwillingly.

Kahn took the opportunity to pick up the hook sickle on the ground, swung it out to hook Thresh's dead bone, and then pulled it hard.

Hearing an unwilling cry, Thresh flew past him and fell into the abyss in the library.

Thresh's wailing continued to pull away as he fell, but no one felt relaxed, because the wailing seemed to turn into laughter at the end, and finally disappeared completely.

Lucian watched Thresh disappear into the black mist like a flaming meteor, and then straddled the ground.

"He will come back." Kahn told them the bad news heavily. Then the topic changed: "But you can breathe a sigh of relief for the time being."