He Comes From the Void

The clouds are rising, and the dead are resurrected.

The brutal knights of the Iron Group reappeared in this square where the will-o’-the-wisps burned. Their ancient armors gave off a strange cold light, and the black swords in their hands gleamed with shadowy edges. All dyed blue.

There is almost no place to stand on the pickpocket square that used to be a prosperous market. Most of the places are burned by icy will-o'-the-wisps. After tonight, reconstruction is a foregone conclusion.

As far as he could see, there were ghost knights holding black air spears. Just when Kahn was thinking about whether to move to the shed to avoid the battle and fight guerrillas, Jax came from the hole at the foot of Hecarim. Jumping up, the lamppost hit his helmet hard.

Hecarim was so short that he almost knelt on his front hooves. Immediately afterwards, the lamppost swept left and right, hitting him continuously with a heat like the scorching sun.

Even though he has become a fusion of iron armor and evil spirits, the sparks sprinkled by the eternal flames are still hard for him to swallow.

He raised his ghostly halberd to block the blow, then slashed left and right to fight with Jax, the towering sound of gold and iron struck his eardrums one after another, two groups of flames of different colors were inseparable in the air Crazy crash.

Although Jax seemed to have the upper hand at the moment, the surrounding knights had already started to move, running around the field, gradually increasing their speed.

The dark wind when they were running drew the blue flames into a tall and ghostly wall of fire, and as the iron group began to encircle them, the wall of fire also shrank accordingly.

Unfortunately, the two of Kahn were also within the range of the wall of fire. He saw that the dark knights' charge would shrink every time they charged, and they would eventually gather around Hecarim.

"It's time to end." Kahn pulled out the pistol from the chitin groove of the back waist armor, raised his hand and aimed at Hecarim.

"Stand back!" Jax and Hecarim were in the midst of a battle, and after hearing Kahn's warning, they withdrew the lamppost suspiciously.

**Pistols are almost silent when fired until the bullet hits the target.

Kahn emptied the magazine, and all five bullets in a row hit Hecarim. Two bullets hit his four hooves, one bullet hit the junction of the human body and the horse, and the remaining two bullets hit his arm respectively. and neck.

After a short delay, each bullet absorbs enough energy to activate the core magic behind the brutal undead, and the rapid and continuous explosion engulfs him, obliterating him in a flash.

With Hecarim's demise, the charging ghost knights in the square also returned to the black mist, and the wall of flames shrank, but not completely extinguished, leaving burning hoofprints all over the square.

A deformed helmet remained where Hecarim had been killed, and it was still recognizable as his head.

Kahn walked over to pick it up, but suddenly a bright lamppost lay in front of him.

His sharp claws paused, because he saw that the closer the flame in the lamp post was to him, the more powerful it burned, emitting a bright light.

The skin armor seemed to feel the heat cast by the firelight on his body, and there was a wave of ups and downs, and there was a tingling sensation like ten thousand needles, which made Kahn's arms tremble, and he retracted unconsciously.

"Void?" Jax held up the lamppost, aimed at Karn's head, and approached step by step.

Seeing this, Kaisha immediately made a piercing noise, and at the same time lowered her upper body, her cheek pouches cracked and she was ready to go.

Even the sharp pain of needles can't make her unable to fight back, because she wants to protect the one she loves.

"It's okay." Kahn raised his hand to signal her to calm down, and at the same time put his hand on his left eye.

"Icathia's Koali dead, we mean no harm. This is a curse, please see."

Jax quietly watched what he was about to do, only to see that the armor opened back, revealing half of a human face.

The black mist adhered to the skin, and the white smoke of life force materialized emerged from the seven orifices and was absorbed by the black mist. Then Kahn put on the mask again, but his palm still remained on the left side of his face.

Under the cover of the palm is Kahn's backhand—the Eye of the Abyss is accumulating energy, ready to emit an annihilation ray at any time. Jax's mortal body would never have been able to withstand being hit by an obliterating ray.

Of course, if Jax was willing to clear up the misunderstanding, he wouldn't do it this far.

"Now you can believe that we are human." Kai'Sa said angrily. It was Jax who forced Kahn to open his helmet and be sucked by the black mist. Although only a little bit was sucked away, it also made her very distressed. .

She resented the feeling that they had rescued him and he was facing swords.

"How do you know who I am?" Jax snorted, then spoke a language neither of them understood. Now he can be sure that the two of them are definitely not Icathians who have experienced the great battle like him, so they still hold the lamppost tightly in their hands, and they have not let down their vigilance at all.

"We met Archmage Kieran, and he asked me to come to you to undo the curse on you."

"Is there anyone alive in the council?"

"He was trapped in the long river of time and couldn't extricate himself, no different from a remnant soul."

Kahn's words let Jax realize once again the fact that Icacia has been destroyed, and he will not find anyone in this world who has a similar experience to him.

"If you don't believe me, I can take you to his mage tower to have a look."

"Forget it, since the Senator Mage asked you to come..." Jax straightened the lamp post.

Being able to remember characters from more than 3,000 years ago, this experience is not fabricated. Jax gradually lowered his guard and complained, "I just finished warming up, and you beat the undead to death, what do you think?"

"..." Kahn was silent, he felt faint.

"Why don't you come and practice a few hands with me."

"It's not very good, the night of soul eclipse hasn't passed yet." Of course Kahn didn't want to fight anymore, the eternal flame just shining on the skin armor made him extremely uncomfortable, let alone fight.

If he was hit by a lamp post, he might suffer a hundred times more pain than ordinary people. In this case, he might as well take off his skin armor and hit him again, but now that the black fog is filling the air, exposing his body to the outside is tantamount to asking for death.

"Hmph, boring." Jax muttered, but he didn't come to Bilgewater on the night of the eclipse just to stretch his muscles.

At the same time, he is also looking for the shining person tonight, the real warrior who fights against the undead.

Although Kahn is capable, he lacks courage and dare not let go of everything to be his opponent.

Such a person was not the fighter he was looking for.

Kahn realized that he might have left a bad impression on Jax, so he could only change his words and say: "Now I can't concentrate on fighting, let's fight another day."

Jax didn't respond as flames shot up from the direction of the Slaughter Dock.