"How is it, Xiao Tie, can you imitate it?" Mo Tie asked in his mind.

"Well, can I appear?" Xiao Tie complained without any reason, "No, this thing is not clear, and the operating principle is completely unknown. We do not have the system components to crack stones."

"Okay." Mo Tie regretfully returned the two guns to Lucian.

"Mr. Mo, can you open a window? I'm afraid I'll miss Thresh's trace." Lucian took the gun and asked.

"Ah, of course." Mo Tie snapped his fingers, and an iron window appeared on each of the four walls of the fortress, consisting of crossed wires. Although there was no glass, these wires were connected to the "circuit" of the entire fortress shell, and would never let a ghost come in easily.

However, the hoarse and terrifying roars of the undead inevitably came into the room, so that the three people inside gradually lost the interest in chatting and were waiting quietly.

Finally, Lucian's eyes froze, he pulled out his guns, stood up, and said, "My target has appeared."

Through the iron window, Mo Tie saw a very tall ghost slowly walking over the entrance of the square, wrapped in a pitch-black robe with chains wrapped with hooks wrapped around it. The ghost's body emitted a sickly green light, and a shaking lantern was held in his undying hand.

Sarah and Lucian had limited vision and were once again filled with black fog. But Mo Tie saw more details with the lantern in Thresh's hand.

He noticed that the soul lock warden's dead skin was covered with a tattered head-covered cloak, and the green light emitted by the lantern faintly illuminated the remaining flesh on his body. It was deserted and dilapidated, without emotion, but also had a sadistic and fanatical atmosphere.

This is different from the skeleton undead around them who have been completely spiritualized, which means Thresh is more inclined toward living than them.

At the same time, Thresh can float in the air like the undead, and moans of pain come from his dark green robes, not just those sad souls.

This shows that he is more inclined to the dead than the living.

Mo Tie expressed his interest in existence between life and death.

Lucian walked out of the fortress gate, and his heart was in great pain. This moment had been assumed in his mind thousands of times, but when Thresh actually arrived, he still felt his mouth dry and sweat wet his palms.

"You kill Sena." He slowly walked towards Thresh, who had moved to the center of the square, and said with his head raised, "My wife."

Thresh noticed the strange living, and immediately reacted when he heard the words in his mouth. He could remember every detail of the soul he had played with.

"Sena..." Thresh's throat gurgled, as if someone was talking in the water, and as if the death row prisoner was tying tightly in the noose.

"My wife." Lucian knew that he shouldn't speak, because every word he said would make Thresh more likely to defeat himself. Tears of grief poured into his eyes, and all ambitions and reason were washed away.

Thresh bared his needle teeth with a flashing green light, and stretched out his yellow nails and knocked on the lanterns.

"I remember her. A fresh soul is far from deserted and cold. She is ready to endure the torture, but she is full of new desire to live and bloom in her heart. Fresh, brand new, spring flowers. People can pick them at will and destroy all their dreams."

Ah, it's so sour, and my teeth are about to fall. Mo Tie stood quietly behind Lucien, and when he heard Threstone's singing introduction, he couldn't help but think in his heart.

Lucian was furious when he looked at Thresh's smug look. He raised the two guns in his hand and poured his will into it. The pure holy light that exploded instantly swallowed the Warden of the Soul Lock. That scream sounded like a fairy music to Lucian.

However, the scream suddenly turned into a gurgling laugh.

Thresh had a circle of dim light wheels all isolated from the outside, completely separating the flames and unscathed himself. He smiled and twitched the lantern and put away the light wheels.

Lucian fired again, and the guns flew out like a sudden rain. Each shot hit the key point, but no shot hit the target. A circle of black light outside the lantern dissolved all the attacks invisibly.

"I remember your weapons. I saw them from a ruin in her memory," Thresh said.

Lucian froze: "What did you say?"

Thresh laughed wildly, like the noise of a file scratching.

"She is not dead yet," he raised the lantern and said, "just here, look, one of these rolling figures is your wife."

Lucian subconsciously looked at the miserable green lantern, and indeed saw countless souls rolling in it.

Thresh smiled and said, "I peeled off her soul and saved it here."

"No...I saw her dead." Lucian shouted in disbelief.

"She kept screaming in my lantern." Thresh squeezed out words and floated towards Lucian. "She was suffering from sweet torture all the time. Come on, can you hear her?"

"No..." Lucian looked as the lanterns getting closer and bigger, as if he had seen Senna who was suffering. The sadness instantly knocked him down, and he could not even hold the two guns in his hand and fell on the ground of the square.

Thresh took the opportunity to turn around Lucian, and the chains in his hand were quietly released, gradually wrapping around Lucian's body, and the hook cuts his windbreaker and leans towards the warm flesh and blood.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's a big show in the bottom lane, but it's time to end. If you really want to kill AD, it's useless for you to have a support." Mo Tie's voice came from behind, preventing Thresh from further actions.

"Hmm?" Thresh raised his head and looked at Mo Tie who was carrying Demacia's sword. "An interesting soul, not bad, but you have to line up because I'm collecting a glorious soul."

"bite!"

"Crazy..."

Without saying a word, Mo Tie cut off all Threstone's chains and released Lucian, who had been paralyzed.

He held the poor man with one hand and threw it back. Lucian fell into the fortress steadily, and the gate closed without a single soul missing.

"Okay, the glorious soul is saved. I wonder what kind of soul you are?" Mo Tie smiled relaxedly.

After Miaoer Nier's "Power Grid" experiment, he no longer cared about the threat of Shadow Island.

Originally, he thought that the undead magic was very special and could overcome his melee combat with pure physical output. Now it seems that the so-called magic is still essentially the use of energy and world will.

Mo Tie, who has infinite energy, is actually the nemesis of magic users.

At least his "grid" protective ring will not be broken at all.
Chapter completed!