Thresh's body was suspended in mid-air, looking down at Yasuo, Riven, Ryze, Yorick, Lucian and Senna.

At this moment, Thresh seemed to be trying his best to suppress the disdain on his face, and tried hard to express his happiness in a "more decent way" - at this moment, Thresh thought that he should have something more advanced, more correct, and more relevant.

Use different methods to face those mortals.

After all... I have obtained the power of the world's runes, and I am a truly immortal god.

Recalling the momentum of the Hylia elders, Thresh finally stopped clapping and raised his chin slightly.

Beside him, chains clattered. Looking at the people with different expressions, Thresh narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was looking at some extremely small existence.

"Now, it's your turn."

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Yasuo's body was trembling slightly.

Not out of fear, but out of excitement.

God... Yasuo liked this name.

In other words, both Yasuo, the source of will, and Aatrox, the source of power, like this name very much.

After experiencing corruption and betrayal, Aatrox longed to bring down the high gods to the ground and prove that these self-proclaimed saints were nothing more than that.

As for Yasuo, he prefers to stand on the perspective of a mortal and tear apart the hypocritical masks of gods - either admitting that "gods" are just a more powerful creature, or admitting that he is not a god at all.

The former means that gods are not naturally worthy of respect, and the latter is the biggest blow to those who claim to be gods. No matter which one, it is the thing Yasuo likes to hear the most!

Twisting his neck in excitement, Yasuo returned to the fighting mode he was most accustomed to.

Shadows and strong winds intertwined, paving the perfect stage for Yasuo. With his wings spread wide, he finally jumped up.

Looking straight at Thresh in front of him, the corners of Yasuo's mouth turned downwards, and his brows raised slightly - this time, Yasuo did not pull out his swords, but took out the suona from his waist.

"Choose a tune." Raising the suona in his hand, Yasuo used the most matter-of-fact tone and said the words that made Thresh furious the most, "Let this be the sad music for your burial."

"You blasphemous person!" Thresh tried his best to suppress the curse words that were about to blurt out, and grabbed the chain beside him, "You will not be able to survive, and you will not be able to die!"

Unfortunately, Yasuo didn't seem to hear Thresh's threat and was still busy helping him request songs.

"It seems that the person involved doesn't seem to have any preferences? So? What do you think of "Funeral March"..."

Before he finished speaking, Thresh had already thrown up the chain and swung it straight towards Yasuo's face - Thresh would not allow Yasuo to continue to say such blasphemous words!

However? Facing Thresh’s chain, Yasuo casually pulled out Aashiri.

A sword slash? Thresh's chain was tightly wrapped around Arashiri.

At the same time, Yasuo raised the suona with one hand and brought it to his mouth. With a burst of sobs, the "Funeral March" finally sounded.

At this moment, Thresh felt that the three corpse gods were furious - what plans and conspiracies were all forgotten? He just wanted to catch Yasuo? To cut him into pieces alive in front of him!

At this moment, Thresh did not lose his mind, but finally indulged in his own obsession without realizing it.

Guys who can become immortals all have obsessions, and Thresh's obsession...is exactly "being looked down upon"!

Once in the glamorous Hylia, Thresh was just a man with no talent. He used to work hard, but he never really earned respect. Even if he became the oldest person in the cult, he was just a warehouse manager!

Strictly speaking, the monks and elders of the sect did not bully Thresh? They just habitually regarded Thresh as a tool? No one cared about Thresh? And this kind of ignorance is the biggest insult in Thresh's eyes.

When the Ruined King came to the island, and when the elders refused to lead him to find the Water of Life, it was Thresh who stood up and took the Ruined King to his destination with the joy of revenge, watching helplessly as the queen's body was immersed in the precious water.

The water of life.

As the Curse of Ruin swept across the entire Blessed Isle, Thresh, who was reborn under the curse, did not seem to be foolishly immersed in some of the past like other undead - so Thresh naturally believed that he was related to

The one that is different.

He didn't notice - or the undead himself could never clearly realize that he had the same obsession!

Thresh did not allow others to look down upon him, and in order to fulfill this long-cherished wish, he chose to steal the power of runes and become the god of Runeterra!

But now, he has obviously completed the fusion with the world runes, but he still lost his mind under Yasuo's sarcasm. With a one-handed lament, Thresh broke the defense on the spot - he obviously didn't know that even if the fusion

Without the world runes, his body is just an immortal, and obsession is the door to the existence of the immortal.

For the first time in thousands of years, Thresh lost his mind.

Waving the chain like a maniac, Thresh launched wave after wave of attacks on Yasuo, like a sea wave. He ignored Yasuo's one-handed sword, just to choke Yasuo's neck with the chain in his hand.

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He wanted Yasuo to crawl at his feet and repent, and disappear forever in despairing wails!

However, in front of the Darkin, even if Thresh still has reason, that's all. At this moment, the only thing Yasuo has concerns about is Thresh's troublesome rebirth ability.

Even though his body was split into two pieces, Thresh returned to his original state in just a split second, and then rushed towards him again like a mad dog, swinging the chain.

Soon, the funeral march was played, followed by the sad version of Birds Facing the Phoenix.

But he is still far away from killing Thresh.

With the corner of his eye, Yasuo glanced at Ryze - unfortunately, the Rune Guardian also looked embarrassed now. He had never seen Thresh's situation before. This could not be solved by simply stripping off the runes.

As for the problem, at present, the most conservative method is to let Yasuo live and kill the opponent...

Considering the power of the world runes, this kind of consumption may last forever.

what to do?

Seeing Thresh's chain swinging over again, Yasuo once again stretched out Lanqi to block, and then decisively chose to let go after the chain was wrapped around the blade of the sword again.

While releasing the hilt of the sword, Yasuo also reached behind his back, and the Darkin Demon Sword was firmly held in his hand.

There is a price to pay for using this magic sword to kill gods, but in this case, Yasuo seems to have no better choice.

The next moment, when Thresh laughed and stretched out his hand to grasp the hilt of Lanqi's sword, the sound of the music stopped abruptly.

At the same time, the dark darkin sword seemed to pierce time and space, and appeared on Thresh's chest without warning.

The God-killing Blade penetrated Thresh's newly condensed body.

The huge power of runes seemed to be trying to repair Thresh's wound, but the Darkin Demon Sword was like a hungry beast, sipping on the surging power of runes. At this moment, Yasuo felt like he was about to explode.

He didn't dare to let go - because if he let go at this time, the power of the runes that had nowhere to go would likely explode again.

But if he doesn't let go, even with his Darkin body, Yasuo won't be able to withstand this terrifying energy!

Fortunately... Ryze is by Yasuo's side.

The blue arcane light lit up, and the huge rune scroll was spread out. With Yasuo's active cooperation, the energy was stripped into runes one by one, and they were engraved on the scroll.

I don't know how much time has passed.

On top of the long sword, Thresh finally lost its flesh and blood.

Ryze also seemed to have reached his limit and hurriedly put away the scroll.

After feeling that the Darkin Demon Sword finally lost its power, Yasuo shook Thresh off the sword and gently fell back to the ground.

The darkin demon sword glowing green was stuck on the seabed at his feet.

This place was once the source of life that preserved the water of life, and it was also the absolute center where the curse of ruin broke out.

When the long sword carrying a large amount of rune power touched the earth again, the remaining rune power swept through the entire Shadow Island at an alarming speed.

Wait... at this time, this place should be called Fuguang Island.

Just like when the Curse of Destruction broke out, when the eternal power of life broke out, the surging power of the runes spread like a shock wave visible to the naked eye.

The Shadow Island, with its main colors of black, white and gray, seemed to be repainted at this moment. As the black fog faded, a completely different new world appeared in front of everyone.

Squinting his eyes slightly, Yasuo looked up at the sun in the sky - only then did he realize that it was already noon.

Under the sunlight, the undead entrenched on the island ushered in the final purification. The pure sunlight burned their bodies, causing their incorporeal bodies to evaporate like water mist. But this time, there was no power of runes to do it.

Backup, they will finally not be reborn.

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Yorick took off his hood, and the Soul Shepherd held the shovel and looked at the grinning Mist Walker.

These little guys made grimaces and finally disappeared in the blazing sunshine - this was death and relief.

In a trance, Yorick seemed to see a smart sheep jumping among the ruins of Blessed Island. She wore a smiling mask and sang an ancient and ethereal ballad.

Yorick seemed to understand something. Just when he was about to ask, the sheep waved at him, as if he had already prepared an answer.

Yorick nodded, then turned his head and saw the wolf chasing Thresh - he nodded again, finally no longer hesitating.

Withdrawing his gaze, Yorick finally lowered his head.

The robes belonging to the religious order had long been decayed and dilapidated, but Yorick still cherished them. He carefully straightened out all the wrinkles and lines, then rubbed his hands and wiped the small crystal bottle until it was crystal clear.

In the crystal bottle, the last water of life seems to be reflecting the colorful brilliance under the bright sunshine.

He clasped his hands together and recited a prayer that has remained unchanged for thousands of years in a low voice. At this moment, the Soul Shepherd has completed his mission.

Yorick has become the Undertaker again - he will still hold the shovel in his hand, and he will still be the eternal guide, but this time, his purpose is no longer to purify the Shadow Island.

Just like a long, long time ago, he will accompany those who are dying to complete the last journey and face the fate waiting for them on the other side of eternity together.

Different from the time a long time ago, Yorick no longer had any confusion at this time. He was convinced that at the other end of eternity, the sheep and the wolf were ready.
To be continued...