Chapter 518 Thresh and Lucian

Chapter 518 Thresh and Lucian

On an island in the vast sea.

The island, which should have been home to hundreds of people, now looked deserted. At a glance, it was full of traces of decay and corrosion, and there was no sign of life. In the dark night, it looked like an island swallowed by darkness.

Fog drifted on the island, and occasionally a green nether fire flashed through it.

In the center of the island, there was a church.

The church was shrouded in black fog, but light could be seen flashing from time to time, accompanied by deafening gunshots.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Lucian's figure shuttled through the wailing souls on the island. These islanders had long become cursed evil spirits and had been deprived of the right to die.

It was his duty to send them off.

His gun muzzle continuously shot out pure light, which exploded on the evil spirits one by one, and the spark-like light flashed, but it failed to reduce the bloated and hideous black fog that enveloped them.

Amid the wailing of countless souls, a laugh was surprisingly harsh. Lucian turned around and held his guns steady against the approaching fog.

He could feel his heartbeat quickening, and his teeth clenched unconsciously. He raised his guns and fired forward, clear light dispersing a path in the black fog.

Soon, he saw it.

At a gap, a shadow slowly emerged in the black fog, exuding the purest malice in the world, and emerald green flames lingering around the horned head. Pitt felt a burning pain in his pierced joints, as if the evil spirits thirsting for revenge were tasting his suffering.

He exuded an extremely gloomy aura, like a demon from hell.

The undead in front of him was wrapped in an old black vestment, and the rusty key on his waist scraped the edge. In its hand was a corpse-guiding lantern, which was constantly shaking with a chain. From time to time, sad moans came from it, as if it contained endless evil desires.

Thresh!

The name flashed through Lucian's mind, and his hands holding the guns clenched involuntarily, and his eyes gradually became solemn.

Sure enough, it's here!

Thresh stood there, with a young woman at his feet.

The hooks dug into her body, stripping her soul, causing her to struggle desperately in pain. Her face turned pale, and the old lantern began to burn. The Soul Warden raised it and began to light it.

The woman's lifeless body collapsed to the ground - another new soul was welcomed into the prison.

Lucian knew that it was too late for him to save this woman, just like he had watched his love being taken away in the same way before.

But now, it was different.

He had been preparing for this day all the time, and he didn't want to repeat the same mistake, so this time, even if it cost him his life, he would take her back.

Thresh smiled at Lucian. “We missed you, Shadowhunter. I feared you had forgotten what it felt like to lose.”

He tapped the lantern. “Her soul is brighter with your presence. You brought hope, a respite from her suffering.”

Lucian’s eyes fell on the lantern. The prison glowed with a strange aura. He clenched his pistols and waited.

“Alas, failure has consequences,” Thresh laughed. “It made her pain sweeter. Hope, like an innocent child, rushed rashly against the rocks.”

Lucian’s thoughts suddenly flashed back to their last encounter, the first time he had been so completely defeated and felt so powerless.

He quickly pushed the thoughts out of his mind, his eyes as unwavering as before.

He would not fail again.

“Do you know what her deepest fear is?” Thresh said. "Endless suffering, with you."

The light from the lantern changed, and the eerie green light faded slightly. He felt her trying to reach out and hug him - warm and intangible, a way that belonged to souls and memories.

Lucian.

Her voice warmed his heart. Thresh was right. Senna could feel it whenever he approached. Every time they met, she seemed to get closer, as if she was resisting Thresh's torture. The moment he stepped onto this island, the two of them sensed each other.

The lantern vibrated in Thresh's hand. The dazzling brilliance swirled and pulled inside, as if trying to break through the prison. Thresh looked at the movement in the lantern and chuckled disdainfully.

Now!

Lucian finally waited for the opportunity. He swung his arm and threw out a special flash bomb hidden in his hand.

With a "buzz!", the flash bomb exploded in the air, creating a silver cloud, and the dust swirled in the air and fell on the lantern.

Visibly, the halo on the lantern began to fade little by little.

Almost at the same time.

"Bang!"

Lucian pulled the trigger, and the bullet accelerated towards the lantern. The dazzling gunfire pierced through the shaky halo and hit the iron cage.

The lantern shook violently. This was the first time that the purifying fire knocked on the door of the ancient prison.

Thresh was furious and threw the lantern to his side, but when he wanted to do anything, Lucian had already rushed to close and fired again.

A two-gunner actually wanted to fight in close combat.

Thresh did notice the change in Lucian, and his determination was far more firm than ever.

In the constantly flashing gunfire, even Thresh could only dodge and avoid the bullets that were poured with pure light.

Just being hit by those flashing bullets would make his soul feel a slight sting.

He's actually quite annoying.

But there is no way, he lost his body a long time ago.

His eyes flashed with strange demonic fire, and bursts of heart-rending wails came from the black mist he brought around him, followed by immortal ghosts, attacking Lucian one by one.

Lucian's face was cold, his body rotated like a dance, and the hot white light continued to vent towards the surroundings, almost lighting up the entire church.

The wails of ghosts continued to sound, and the black mist seemed to avoid these holy lights.

"You are much better than last time, and you finally got me interested."

Thresh clicked his tongue, marveling at Lucian's change. He threw out the chain hook in his hand, and the deadly scythe hit Lucian's back, but was bounced away by a magical barrier at the moment of contact.

"oh?"

Thresh was slightly startled, "There seems to be something on you."

"What do you think I have been doing all these years?"

Lucian had already cleared away the ghosts around him and sprinted towards Thresh. On the way, his two spears merged together and emitted a long-distance penetrating holy light.

"boom!"

The Holy Light is too fast.

Thresh's left shoulder was pierced by the holy light, causing his arm holding the lantern to shake, as if it was teetering.

One man and one soul fought fiercely in the black mist. What Thresh wanted to do right now was to close the small gap that was opened in the prison, but Lucian, who was chasing after him, did not give him this chance.

In battle, Lucian could always withstand his attacks.

Suddenly, Thresh saw a small black umbrella in Lucian's light shirt, which could not only resist the black mist, but also block his attacks.

It was a parasol, and because it was spiritual, it could block his attacks.

And isn't this umbrella exactly what Foego needs?

Thresh suddenly realized.

It was this brief moment of distraction that Lucian seized on. He called out his lover's name in his heart, as if praying for her response.

Senna!

It's now!

And it seemed that their minds were connected. At this moment, the lantern suddenly lit up with a pure white light, causing the lantern in Thresh's hand to become hot to the touch.

His hand holding the lantern unconsciously loosened, and Thresh, who soon realized this, immediately threw out the chain hook, and the scythe flashed with strange will-o'-the-wisps, launching an extremely fatal blow.

But Lucian did not dodge or dodge, and went straight close to Thresh. His body was hit by the scythe. The protective barrier emitted by the umbrella was shattered, and the scythe instantly tore a shocking wound on Lucian's body.

But Lucian had envisioned this moment countless times. He was no longer afraid of death. He roared and gripped the pistol made of the holy stone, and stabbed the lantern as hard as a dagger.

"Buzz!!"

In an instant, dazzling white light flashed up, and the pitiful roars of countless dead souls came from the lantern. They all scrambled to escape and seek liberation.

Among them, there was a special spirit body, floating like a ghost mist, but finally it gradually condensed into a human form, a woman.

"Senna!"

Lucian's eyes were sore. At this moment, the excitement in his heart outweighed the pain in his body.

"Lucian!" Senna knew that now was not the time for them to reunite happily. She raised the Holy Stone Cannon in her hand. It was made from the weapons of the dead sentries and could mediate the dual power of darkness and light.

Without hesitation, she pulled the trigger, and the Holy Stone Cannon trembled violently. The muzzle flashed with a dazzling white light. With a "boom", a dazzling and huge beam of light was released, penetrating through Thresh's body.

The powerful force even dispersed the surrounding black mist, and Thresh's spirit body also disintegrated in the light.

The roars of countless dead souls are still heard.

"Get out of here first."

Senna supported the weak Lucian and quickly retreated outside the church.

She wasn't sure if Thresh had died from the blow just now, but no matter what, they couldn't stay here anymore.

She and Lucian are both in a very weak state. If they don't retreat now, it may be difficult to get another chance.

Just after they evacuated the island, inside the church.

Wisps of green light condensed in the air again, and finally converged into a ghost-like spirit, which was Thresh.

There seemed to be no injuries on his body. His eyes with swaying will-o'-the-wisps looked at the parasol on the ground and smiled.

"This is enough to go back and do business."

He bent down to pick up the umbrella and saw the soul fragments stored in the umbrella.

Foego will probably be very happy after seeing this.

After shaking the lantern, Thresh caught all the souls that had just escaped from the lantern. They had long lost the right to freedom when they entered this prison.

Soon, Thresh's figure gradually dissipated and disappeared into the church.

And as he left, the black fog on the island gradually dissipated.

above the sea.

Senna looked nervously and warily at the island that was gradually receding behind her, and realized that no creature was catching up.

"Senna."

Lucian opened his mouth and finally laughed. He held Senna's hand hard, and his longing for her was already conveyed at this moment.

Senna looked down at him with some heartache, and then she stroked his face with her other hand: "I thought I would never see you again."

"Me too." Lucian was glad that he really did it. "If I can't see you in this life, I would rather..."

Senna blocked his mouth with her hand and shook her head to stop him from saying the following words: "Don't say such stupid things. Even if I'm gone, I hope you can always be well."

Lucian wanted to get up, but it touched the wound on his body, and he immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

"Your wound"

"It's okay, help me take out a bottle of powder from my pocket."

Lucian took a few breaths, forced himself to get up, and let Senna take out a bottle of medicine from his right chest pocket.

After taking the medicine, he opened the bottle stopper and sprinkled the powder directly on the wound.

All of a sudden, an incomparable pain emerged, as if his wound was repeatedly pulled open and pressed hard on it over and over again.

However, the effect was surprisingly good. Soon, the wound stopped bleeding and the situation stabilized.

Lucian thanked Lucci again in his heart. The medicine he gave him had helped him more than once.

Seeing that Lucian's injury had stabilized, Senna finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Next, they talked a lot after reuniting and expressed their longing for each other.

Then, they talked about the Black Mist.

"In Thresh's lantern, I learned about the origin of the Black Mist. It was love that created this curse. Now, I feel that it is ready to move, and the master who controls the Black Mist, the Ruined King."

Senna said her discovery with a somewhat uneasy look. She learned a lot in the lantern, not only some lost knowledge, but more about the Shadow Isles.

The Ruined Curse, the Black Mist. She gradually figured out why these appeared.

Although she escaped, the threat of the Black Mist was just about to begin.

Lucian panted slightly and said, "I know. Over the years, I have also investigated the anomalies of the Black Mist, so I guess that the Black Mist may come in a big wave this year."

Senna thought of everything she learned in the lantern, and unconsciously held Lucian's hand tightly: "We must find a way to stop the Ruined King, otherwise this curse will sweep across the entire Runeland."

"Don't worry, it's not just us, the Sentinels of Light, who want to fight the Black Mist."

Lucian was able to force a smile at this time. His wounds began to itch from pain, and the effect of the medicine was amazing.

"Not just us?"

Senna's eyes were full of doubts, and she didn't quite understand what Lucian meant.

"Over the years, I have met many reliable partners. This is what I will tell you next. At least facing the Shadow Isles, we don't have to fight alone."

Lucian raised his eyes and looked towards the west.

The Shadow Isles are about to revive, and it's time for them to face this cursed island head-on.

"Next, I'm going to take you somewhere."

"Where?"

"Demacia."