He Comes From the Void

"She is alive and must be saved."

This was the first thought that came to Lucian's mind.

He fired, at the same time as Senna. He ran like a jaguar, sprinting to the other side of the dark river, his braids and whips crackling on his wallet as he turned.

A series of scorching sun-like rays of light hit continuously, and the holy light completely submerged Thresh, and the purifying flame ignited his spiritual body, and flames spewed out from the hole in the black robe.

Thresh was still laughing, and Lucian strode forward and fired again, but a black halo appeared around the lantern, extinguishing the gunfire.

The cleansing flames were dispelled by the power of darkness. He smiled and held up the lantern, as if showing off a prize he had just won.

Lucian felt a constriction in his chest.

The gunfire that broke the halo of the lantern was wasted, turning into silver dust and falling, and he still hasn't found a way to break the black light to this day.

His belief in the purging of shadows is not strong enough to resist the darkest beings of this time.

"Do you know what the consequences of failure are?" Thresh held up the hook and sickle, Lucian felt something bad, but the next moment, the hook pierced through the young woman's chest.

The eye-catching blood on the tip of the hook dripped into a stream, spreading along the icy sea water, in order to let the shadow hunter see more clearly.

"For every shot you failed to kill me, it was torture for her."

The woman tried her best to reach out to them, but a pair of hooks with chains dug into her palms and snapped them behind her. And then a third stab through the stomach, a fourth through the neck, and then the boot trampled the head below the surface of the bloody water.

The ancient lantern began to light up, and a small door opened. In the bottomless light, the tormented undead were almost crazy in the endless purgatory, screaming heart-piercingly.

With the last wave of the ghostly invisible sickle, the young woman's soul was stripped from her body, and a new soul was ushered in the prison.

The lantern clicked shut, the screams were silenced, and a life was cut short.

The cold breath froze his throat, his lungs had turned into lumps of ice, and Lucian felt a cold suffocation.

Although I know Thresh has no humanity at all, every time I meet him, the lower limit of cognition will be refreshed again and again.

"You can't escape." Thresh squeezed out words one by one: "No matter where you flee, the black mist will always follow you."

He tapped on the lantern.

The light pulsed, as if responding to him.

Then the swirling black mist stretched out tentacles, breaking through the doors and windows of all nearby buildings with the sound of howling wind, screaming one after another, and the living people entangled in the house could not hide under the search of the black mist.

Countless souls longing for life screamed excitedly, the rolling shadows couldn't wait to welcome new souls, and Thresh beckoned to stop the riot. It all depends on Lucian's choice.

"Come on, Lucian, make your choice. Choose between your Senna and one of these."

A difficult problem was in front of them, and the two subconsciously produced different solutions.

"No, my light...my love." Lucian sensed Senna's thoughts, selfish, he would never allow her to give her soul selflessly.

He knew exactly what Senna was thinking—she hadn't given up on that idea until now, she wanted to enter the lantern to find out the truth, cooperate with Lucian, and finally defeat the warden of the soul lock, and even lift the curse of ruin.

But if the curse is lifted, Senna's new body condensed by the black mist will also dissipate.

So he will never allow it!

Lucian reached into his fur coat and took out a small bomb in the shape of a cocoon. The bomb is only the size of a peanut, and the rough pattern pulses with purple shimmer, which is breathtaking.

——Whether Kahn lied to him or not, now is the time to verify.

"I choose to kill you!"

With a flick of his arm, Lucian threw the bomb at Thresh.

He didn't throw out the cocoon before, but he was worried that it would affect the woman at Thresh's feet, but now that everyone is dead, he no longer has any scruples.

Thresh didn't pay attention, and didn't dodge until the bomb stuck to the black nimbus.

The will-o'-the-wisps in his empty eye sockets jumped suspiciously, and then he saw that cocoon-like thing absorbing the dark energy, and suddenly grew sharp needles, piercing into the dark black light.

Afterwards, tortoise shell-like lines cracked on the surface of the cocoon, and purple light bloomed from it.

The strong light flooded Thresh, and Lucian and Senna also stretched out their hands to block the glare that hurt their eyes, and the warden's roar sounded in their ears.

When the light faded, the halo covering Thresh's body was broken, and his soul seemed to be suffering, making a rustling sound of corrosion.

The lantern without the protection of black light was exposed to the two of them, and a storm of undead was gradually wilting. The light emitted changed, and the gloomy green lightened slightly.

It's now!

Lucian and Senna looked at each other, and the tacit understanding for many years was self-evident.

They aimed their guns at Thresh, pouring all their rage into the guns, and fired a barrage of gunfire.

The harsh gunfire hit the iron cage, and the lantern shook violently, opening a small door.

For the first time, the purifying fire knocked on the gates of the ancient prison.

The gunfire shot into the inside of the lantern, and some souls who yearned for liberation voluntarily bumped into the light, consciously turned into white light, and escaped from the sea of ​​black mist forever.

Thresh's claws were burned by the fiercely burning lantern, and Thresh fell into the river.

The gunfire moved up, and the sincere holy light hit it perfectly. The light pierced through the ghostly robe, and his spirit body was mercilessly ignited, bursting into a hellish high fever.

"You don't have to resist, death is coming for you. As I say, this is the end." Lucian's ferocious eyes trembled in the flickering light.

The two sentries stepped towards Thresh step by step, their guns flashing with lightning.

The soul lock warden screamed in pain, without the black light emitted by countless ghosts in the prison to resist, his spirit body was completely unable to resist the ancient power in this pair of weapons.

The holy stone pistol has no magazines, as long as the belief is strong enough, it can produce endless bullets.

Facing the endless firepower, Thresh's flaming spirit kept retreating until it finally turned into ashes and dissipated in black smoke.

Not only did he return empty-handed this Soul Eating Night, but he also took some of the souls he had collected diligently the previous year.

The tentacles of the black mist stretched into the gap created by the bomb, and slowly filled the gap.

The undead retreated, and Lucian fell to the ground all of a sudden, Senna hurried over to help him up.

"Thank you, my love. My light," she whispered.

A smile finally appeared on Lucian's distressed face, but when he turned his head and saw the frightened faces in the broken doors and windows, the smile froze.

There is still some time before the end of the night of soul eclipse.