"Hammerstone, do you remember this gun?"

Lucian unveiled a pair of pistols, carefully forged from strips of stone and nameless shiny metal, and even Zaun's most taboo alchemist couldn't say what it was made of.

He was going to show Hammerstone another slightly smaller, but more beautifully crafted pistol.

This is Senna's gun.

Who is Sena?

Lucian's deceased wife, she and Lucian were once pairs of necromantic hunters, and their common mission was to bring the light to the undead, but she fell into a trap during one operation and died at the hands of the abominable undead in front of her.

"Weapons of light."

Hammerstone seemed to think of something, and the fire in the skeleton dimmed.

"If you remember this weapon, I'm sure you'll remember Senna too."

"Race ...... Graceful? Who is it? The evil spirit looked confused.

"Senna is...... My wife! My love! My light! ”

Resisting the urge to kill Hammerstone immediately, Lucian removed the hanging box around his neck, opened the lid with his fingernails, and showed Hammerstone a portrait of a woman.

The woman was beautiful, with large almond-like eyes, full lips, and high cheekbones typical of the Demacians.

As soon as the box was opened, Lucian felt himself immersed in the grief of losing her.

He began to repeat the mantra of purification, which he had learned from the Order, which he and Xena both knew and intended to shut out any emotion.

Only in this way can he enter the realm of balance and face horrors beyond imagination.

He didn't want to be completely immersed in his grief, so he closed the box again and carefully treasured it

"Your light? I really can't remember. Hammerstone Quack laughed, with utter contempt.

"The light pains the darkness." Lucian said word by word, squeezing all the hatred into the weapon in his hand.

"Wait a minute...... Hammerstone didn't finish yet, but Lucian didn't want to wait any longer.

There is no need to aim, there is no need to pull the trigger, because the trigger is in his heart.

Suddenly, the square was illuminated by the electric light of the twin guns.

Lucian had never felt so strong in his belief in revenge, and every shot carried with him his thoughts of her.

The burst of pure fire instantly engulfed the Warden of the Soul Lock, and his screams sounded like joy to Lucian.

He shoots wildly, using fancy marksmanship to shoot hammerstones from all angles.

The slender leather coat and tight braids fluttered and whipped with his movements, and each glowing bullet was as hot as the sun, but he could not get the satisfaction of his mission from it.

All the light of this world has been darkened, because she has been taken away.

However, the screams suddenly turned into gurgling laughter.

There was a dull wheel of light around the hammerstone, completely isolating the flames from the outside, and it was unscathed. He laughed and twitched the lantern to put away the light wheel.

Lucian fired again, and the gunfire rained out. Every shot hit the point, but none of them hit the target. A circle of black light outside the lantern dissolves all attacks into nothingness.

The muzzle of the holy gun was white-hot, and even the ceasefire was emitting a blazing white light.

Lucian couldn't shoot anymore, his hands trembling as he held the gun, the stone transmitting the heat to his palm, the burning pain making both guns almost want to escape.

He didn't understand why his weapon would be ineffective against an undead.

Hammerstone's smile came to an abrupt end, and the ghost fire in his eyes condensed into the shape of the dissatisfaction he had been looking for.

"Why don't you keep shooting? Your bullet has made a little impression on me, why don't you have a little more Holy Light, maybe I'll remember it if I continue. ”

Lucian sensed Hammerstone's malice and fell silent. He knew he shouldn't speak, because every word he said made it easier for Hammerstone to defeat him.

"Yes, I remember the weapon. I know their secrets from her heart. Hammerstone said.

Lucian froze: "What did you say?" ”

"I know your weapons well, you will never want to kill me with this pair of guns, you will never be able to pass my level, and you will never want to complete your mission."

Hammerstone laughed wildly, looking at the man in front of him who had lost his faith and suddenly knelt down, and while savoring the despair vigorously, he threw the hook in his hand into a circle, and walked slowly and cautiously towards Lucian.

After countless attempts to shoot, the desperation of not being able to kill Hammerstone bit his spinal cord like a maggot on the tarsal bone, a fear he had never experienced before, because he could not complete his revenge and was ashamed of the fear of his dead wife.

"Xena, I'm sorry." Two tears of heat slipped down his dark face, and the dripping on the gun was evaporated into vapor, and the originally resolute face fell cowardly.

He's going crazy.

"What is it like to know that the revenge you have insisted on for years is just useless? It must be painful, right? ”

Words squeezed out of the cracks of the hammerstone's fangs and floated close to Lucian.

"Are you in pain? I can feel your pain, and death can gently erase all your pain. ”

The hammerstone circled around him, and the chains between the belts snaked out, gradually wrapping around Lucian's body. The hook cut through his trench coat and poked out for the warmth of flesh.

"Mortals, death and suffering are great." The Warden of the Soul Lock put his hand on Lucian's neck: "No matter where you flee, death will not change. But until then, you'll have to pass my hand. ”

Jeno heard the sound of chains mopping the floor, and took time out of his busy schedule to look at Lucian's battle.

"Sure enough, was it a soft underbelly grabbed by a hammerstone?"

He knew that his deceased wife, Senna, was the man's only weakness, and Hammerstone must have bluffed Lucian with Senna's fuss.

Jeno couldn't help but curse secretly: This treacherous and cunning skeleton is obviously a shame of Shadow Island, but he pretends to be a good conspiracy and tricks.

He dodged an elbow blow from Hecarim, raised his hand and pulled out the super-electromagnetic hand cannon, knocking Hammerstone's head off with a single shot.

Hammerstone immediately let go of Lucian and hurriedly went to pick up his head.

The centaur beneath him immediately ran again, and then jerked to lift his hooves to throw Jano off his horse.

Jeno hurriedly put away his gun and grabbed the centaur, his two hands were fixed on his shoulders, and the lack of extra hands was the reason why he had not fired.

He was afraid that if he couldn't grasp it and fall, no one would control Hecarim, and then he would go on a rampage and everyone would be wiped out.

It's heartbreaking.

Jeno yelled at Lucian, who was kneeling and weeping, "Lucian! How did Demacia come out with your bastard! ”

Lucian looked up at the scolding.

Jeno went on to say:

"You're crying here, so who's going to save your wife!"

"She's dead...... Lucian was about to say when Jeno's voice drowned him over.

"Don't give up your faith, faith is your bullet, the heart of belief is your magic, how can a villain like Hammerstone let him live?"

Faith as a bullet? Why does he know how to use the Holy Lance?

The stranger, who knew everything about himself, caught Lucian's attention.

"I can't hurt the hammerstone anymore." Lucian shook his head, desperate in response.

"No, you just need this!"

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