I, Folyago, am the most devoted lover in Runeterra.

A pale, dim energy emanated from the short staff and drifted straight toward Little Hack opposite him.

“No! No no no!!!”

Little Huck was quite knowledgeable and knew the terror and unpredictability of magic.

Once he is touched by this pale power, he will likely be doomed.

But how can mortals withstand the power of legendary magic?

The moment the pale light touched Little Hack, his body rapidly aged and stiffened, shrinking and drying up in an instant, turning into a puddle of ashes.

"Hahaha!!"

Upon seeing young Huck die a gruesome death on the spot, Baron Huck suddenly burst into unrestrained laughter, showing no remorse whatsoever for killing his own son.

Just as he was laughing wildly, suddenly...

"no no!!!"

"How is this going!"

Old Hack suddenly felt a wave of weakness and powerlessness wash over him; his once vigorous life force was rapidly fading away, like a leaky kettle.

In just a moment, her hair, which had regained its jet-black color, turned pale and even drier than before!

It was as if the last bit of life force had been squeezed out.

"impossible!"

"This is absolutely impossible!"

"I am the chosen one of God, I am Baron Hark!"

"how so!"

Old Huck felt an unparalleled fear as life slipped away.

What the hell does this happen?

"correct!"

"Dark Lord! Great Dark Lord!"

"Save your devout believers!"

At that moment, old Huck suddenly remembered the god who had given him the short staff.

He kept kneeling on the ground, pleading in a low voice.

As if it had heard his response, pale mist continued to emanate from the black short staff.

Soon the mist condensed into a black figure.

His eyes gleamed with ghostly blue soulfire, and he wore a black crown and a black mage's robe.

"It's you!"

Old Huck was shocked, recognizing that this was the "death messenger" from the previous night.

He suddenly realized that something seemed amiss.

But now, it's too late for him to realize it.

Everything was destined to be irreversible.

"Do not......"

With a final, feeble cry, old Hak's exhausted soul vanished completely from Runeterra.

Chapter Thirty-Five, Female Gunner, Female Gunner, What Can You Do Without Guns?

There is no free lunch in the world.

Nothing is gained without paying a price.

No one could possibly master such profound and unpredictable death magic out of thin air.

Even Foygo, who had reached the level of a demigod, did not have the ability to grant a person legendary-level abilities out of thin air.

Using this black short staff comes at a price.

In fact, the reason why Old Hark was able to briefly use legendary-level death magic was because...

However, it merely borrowed Karthus's power.

And borrowed items must always be returned.

But how can Hack, an ordinary person, repay the price of borrowing the legendary power for a short period of time?

The answer is: the soul!

At this moment, because he had used a power that he could not control, Hack's soul was completely exhausted.

The youth that was restored in a short period of time was nothing more than a "last gasp before death."

That's the result of prematurely exhausting one's vitality.

Now, the backlash from Hark's use of advanced death magic caused his already weakened soul to vanish instantly.

After Baron Harker's soul perished, all that remained was an empty, decaying shell.

This state was later known as "brain death".

And now, this body belongs to Karthus.

Karthus removed his black staff and leaned over Old Hak's body.

In an instant, Old Hack, who had been motionless, suddenly regained his mobility.

"This feeling of déjà vu... the inability of a mortal to withstand the decay of their body..."

"How annoying!"

Old Hack muttered something to himself in a hoarse voice.

Then he opened the door and gave instructions to the servants outside.

"Gather everyone."

"I have something to announce."

The servants in the room were clearly old Hack's former confidants, and upon hearing their master's instructions, they set off to carry out the tasks that needed to be done.

The next day.

The Silver Snake Gang released a statement.

For some reason, young Hack needs to go on a long trip, and old Baron Hack will once again take charge of the Silver Serpent Gang.

And, for some reason...

All the high-ranking members of the Silver Serpent Gang wore a pure black cross ornament.

This may be the new symbol of the Silver Serpent Gang.

......

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

Meanwhile, Karthus's plan to control the Silver Serpent Gang is proceeding smoothly.

Meanwhile, Foygo had switched back to the "Leon" trumpet.

The next step of the plan was then developed.

For Sarah, improving her abilities is not something that can be achieved overnight; it requires going through more life-and-death experiences.

Besides helping Sarah grow up quickly, Li Ang has another task to do.

That was to avenge Sarah—by killing Planck.

If he wants Sarah to be completely devoted to him, helping her get revenge and resolve her inner conflicts are essential things he must do.

And this is inseparable from Li Ang's meticulous design.

If Li Ang were to go all out and lead Sarah to attack Planck's doorstep and kill him.

Then all of this will be meaningless.

Revenge takes time.

......

Today, Fear is still in a resting phase.

Leon planned to take Sarah to buy a suitable weapon.

In a weapons shop in Bilgewater.

"My esteemed guest, you have an excellent eye! This is a divine artifact painstakingly crafted by a master craftsman from Demacia!"

"A single sword strike can pierce through the shell of a large sea monster, which is harder than iron!"

The weapon shop owner boasted eloquently.

The craftsmanship of the artisans of the Kingdom of Demacia is renowned throughout Runeterra.