The white light melted the huge claws that gripped his body, and Jeno fell, his cheekbones already peeled away, but his eyes still stared at Maude Caesar.

At this moment, Jeno only hated that he didn't bring a little more fountain of life, and if he continued like this, he might be physically destroyed, but he had to watch Mordecaesar completely die before his eyes!

Sivir noticed the miserable situation of Jeno's hard work, gritted his teeth and threw the talisman crystal bottle to Jeno, and the fountain of life contained in it gave Jeno great help and helped him breathe a sigh of relief in time.

Listening to Maudecaesar's more and more frantic roar and Jeno's more and more desperate roar, Sivir laughed cruelly and happily. The black mist enveloped him, and Sivir thrust Calikar into the ground with a roar of rage, and white flames burst out of the ground in a cross shape, scorching the black mist with a sizzling sound.

Although there was no moonlight in the underworld, Sivir used the power in his bloodline to activate the divine power in it, and circles of ripples appeared under his feet, and everyone except LeBlanc felt a strong battle intent pouring into his body, and his limbs that were sore from fatigue became light again.

Watching Jeno become more and more courageous, Maudekaiser raised his arm to block the divine light.

His armor was stripped away, revealing the angry spirit within.

How can the emptiness in front of you be the end of your life?

When he was still alive, as a member of Sahn Uzur, he considered himself a great conqueror, and he fought all his life to step into the temple of eternity. What a small, pathetic, mortal ambition!

But where others accepted death as the ultimate end, he turned it into the starting point of his own real expedition. And now, he could clearly distinguish every whisper that echoed through it, without a single murmur. And his ambition has become to reshape the world of every plane with his own iron will.

Anyone! Any god! In front of him all... Will... Collapse! Smash! Succumb!

And the king of the dead has not really set out on the expedition, how can he die before he can succeed?!

He is the invincible king of life and death! The Lord of the Underworld! All the souls of the Runeterras are waiting for his King's Arrival, and how can they fall before they reach that world?!

"I refuse to dissipate!"

With a roar, the magic of death flowed, and the fury swelled within him, and Mordekaiser reshaped himself in the face of divine light with a will of steel and a belief in absolute darkness.

"Hypocritical gods will not save you, ignorant people worship gods, and they will eventually know how to worship me."

He looked Jeno in the eye again, and the mace swung with a crisp sound.

Jeno vomited blood and flew upside down, knocking the hard stone wall into a dent before slowly falling to the ground silently.

"God is powerless to bless you, for I am coming......"

Maudecaesar began to look at the still unhealable gap in his chest, laughing like thunder, and he swore that this was the only trace that Jeno could leave while he was alive.

In the blow just now, Jeno had no protection on his body, and he would never survive with his physical body alone.

He first beckoned to collect Jeno's blood, gathered runes and inscribed them on the ground, and the circular rune array rolled up a storm of dark magic, and finally opened a deep giant well.

The Great Well connected to the immortal fortress of the Runeterras, and between the blue and green miasma rolling, Mordekaiser saw the demonized Svein staring into the abyss, staring at him.

"Through the Dark Gate and towards endless glory!"

Maudecaesar gave an order, the door of the Pantheon was opened, and the army of the undead ascended the triumphal staircase, led by the generals into the giant well in an orderly manner. The churning mouth of the miasma was like a giant mouth, engulfing these undead armies.

"The hustle and bustle of the world of the living, and the silence of the world after death, are all under my control. All souls are mine! ”

This is where the Last King's Landing begins.

Mordkaiser did not follow the army to the Runeterras at the first time, he set his eyes on the motionless and silent Jeno, looked at the pool of blood beneath him, and read a string of words in the indescribable language of the dead.

The living are sorrowful

Shed flesh

It's all mine

He lit Nightfall to the ground, and the light on the mace became brighter, as if he were breathing.

This evil sorcery made Sivir with tears in her eyes angry, she knew that Mordekaiser was trying to subdue Jeno's soul, one second she was still immersed in the shock of Jeno's violent death, and the next second she had already shook Calikar, and the cross blade drew a death trajectory in the air, and slammed diagonally into the gap between Mordekaiser's helmet and armor, and was stuck and could not fly back.

Maudecaesar pulled out the Calikare, and without even looking at Sivir, threw it away without skill, and returned to Sivir with a fierce hurricane.

The crossblade was fast and had no flight path, and instantly stabbed into the wall behind Xavier, blasting out countless sharp rubble, many of which pierced her back, and instantly drenched in blood. If it weren't for the fact that the characteristics of the Calikar Savior's Blade were triggered and went off track at the moment of the shot, then Sivir would have been in a different place at this time.

Maudekaiser didn't bother to mend the sword, the vicious black mist would eat away at the weak soul, and he didn't need to make a move.

Originally, he thought so, but to his surprise, Jeno's soul was not summoned by him and surrendered to him.

He sensed the divine power attached to Calikar and thought that Sivir might have destroyed his spell.

It seemed that it would not be possible to deal with the woman first, and Maudekaisa was furious, and raised Nightfall towards Xavier.

But at this moment, the undead soldiers in the main hall suddenly turned against each other and rushed towards Maudecaesar.

Mordekaiser wielded Nightfall and smashed a bunch of soldiers, and the undead soldiers either dissipated in an instant or flew upside down, setting off a wave of lodging in the wheat field of the undead.

He was puzzled, he was confused, who had stolen his authority?

He could clearly distinguish every whisper that echoed here, without a single murmur, and then he heard a faint voice, unusual for usual, the whisper that was at work in the shadows.

He followed the sound, but Jeno couldn't help but moan. He squinted at the Wraith, the Blade of the Broken King in his hand glowing black, and a trace of a spell squeezed out between his blood-stained teeth.

It was the language of the dead - Ouchen!

Not only did Jeno not die unexpectedly, but he also stole the Ochen language from his mouth and took control of his army.

For the first time, Maude Caesar felt the emotion of fear, he could not tolerate such a terrible opponent to live even a second longer!

Seeing Riven feeding her fountain of life into Jeno's mouth, and watching countless undead swoop on her one after another, Maude Caesar pointed Nightfall at Jeno in the air, dragging him into a reincarnation dilemma before everything happened.

"You are in great trouble, you will collapse and destroy, come in, abandon hope, give up resistance to death, and submit to my will!"

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