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

Nagakapolos knew all too well what kind of person Fryegor had been before.

To her utter surprise, not only did Foygo suddenly change his personality, but he also caught her completely off guard.

It was the subconscious erosion of Feuergo that caused Nagakaporos to suffer such a great loss.

"Well, who knows?"

"But now that the result is clear, should we still fight?"

Foyego asked Nagakaporos a question in return, his eyes filled with calm.

Folgo's attitude made it impossible for Nagakaporos to discern his true thoughts.

The current situation and outcome are already quite clear.

Folyago has usurped half of Bilgewater's faith power, a loss that Nagakapolos cannot recover no matter how hard he tries.

After all, faith originates from the depths of one's heart, not from the blade wielded by a demigod.

In other words, Nagakaporos, who has only just arrived, has already missed the best time to set up her strategy, and she has already lost.

Unless she can kill Feuergo, it will all be in vain.

Nagacapolos stared intently at Feuergo's face, her eyes filled with a chilling murderous intent.

She's now in a difficult position.

If she didn't take action, it would be incredibly frustrating to have half of Gilgiwater's faith power stolen from her without her knowledge.

But if you take action, nothing can be changed; it's just a pointless fight.

Isn't this a classic case of being caught in a dilemma?

So many years have passed; if she could kill Fryegor, she would have done it long ago. How could she have waited until now?

"How about we take a gamble?"

Foygo spoke again, his eyes gleaming with an inexplicable light.

"How to bet?"

Nagachabolos narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp and aggressive.

As they exchanged questions and answers, their powerful auras clashed and clashed in mid-air, causing lightning and thunder to flash continuously in the sky.

"Of course, we'll use the power of our faith as a stake to take a gamble."

Foygo's expression remained calm, even bearing a slight, gentle smile.

Upon hearing this, Nagachabolos fell silent, her mind racing with thoughts.

We're all smart people, so we naturally understand the meaning behind each other's words.

Now, despite her deep resentment, the reality is that she and Feuergo each possess half of Bilgewater's power of faith.

Folgo's calculated move caught her off guard, causing her to suffer a great loss.

It is impossible for Nagakaporos to regain this portion of faith power.

Perhaps this bet proposed by Fryego is Nagakaporos's only chance to turn the tables.

In addition, the two of them had surprisingly similar amounts of chips at the moment.

Objectively speaking, the bet was indeed quite fair, and Nagakaporos even held a slight advantage.

Chapter Sixty-Five, How Do You Want to Bet?

After all, Nagakaporos had been operating in Bilgewater for many years, and their faith was already deeply rooted.

She didn't believe she would lose to the parachuted-in Foygo.

"How do you want to bet?"

Nagacapolo asked Foyego, clearly intrigued.

Rather than engaging in meaningless fighting, she preferred to find a way to reclaim the power of faith.

Foygo's lips curled into an upward arc.

It seems that neither gods nor demons are so holy as to be devoid of desire.

The same is true for Tahm Kench, and the same is true for Nagakaporo before them.

"If you're going to gamble, then at the very least you should maintain basic fairness."

"I think it would be better to do it this way."

"We have three days, and you and I will each choose a Bilgewater person."

"Whoever's chosen person unifies Bilgewater first wins."

"The loser must surrender his faith and leave Bigilwater."

"If all those we choose fail, then from now on the faith of Bilgewater will be divided equally between us."

"what do you think?"

Folgo stared into Nagakapolus's beast-like eyes and spoke in a low voice, word by word.

Nagachabolos stood there in thought for a moment, without giving a direct answer.

"There's another point: the two of us can't directly intervene."

"Once you intervene, take a negative action."

Feuergo added that Nagakaporos had finally made up his mind.

"Okay, I agree."

"I want you to swear an oath in your own name to all believers!"

Nagakaporos remained fixed on Foyego, seemingly trying to discern some flaw in Foyego's face.

"Okay, you must do the same."

Folgo's expression remained calm and indifferent, and Nagakaporos ultimately failed to discern anything.

Both are demigods, and the most elite beings in Runeterra.

There was basically nothing left to restrain the two of them. Taking an oath by their real names to all believers was indeed the only way to control them.

After all, if one breaks their vow, they will be scorned by all believers, and thus lose their faith.

It's no different from losing.

"I am the god of the Serpent Islands, a demigod of the deep sea."

"Mother Serpent, Nagakaporos hereby swears!"

"I have wagered Bilgewater with Feuergo, and pledged my divine status as proof, and I will never break this oath!"

Nagachabolos did not hesitate and was the first to fulfill the oath.

At the same time, throughout the entire land of Rune Seven.!;Six''Three"Four!.;Eight?',Zero'One';,Five?Seven, whether far away or close at hand.

All of Nagakaporos's followers heard her vows.

"I am the Lord of Death and Darkness, the Eternal King of Darkness."

“Dark Lord, Foygo hereby swears an oath.”

"I have wagered Bilgewater with Nagakabolos, the Serpent Mother, and pledged my divine status as proof; I will never break this oath!"

Similarly, all those who worship the Dark Lord heard the same oath in their ears.

"Boom!!"

A bolt of purple lightning suddenly streaked down from the sky, tearing through the pitch-black night.

The two people below, who had made a vow to each other, were reflected in the light with exceptional clarity.

"Now that the oath has been made, the two of us can just watch the battle from here."

"In case some people try to play tricks after they leave."

Foygo said with a smile, his face showing no sign of being a gambler who had just placed a large bet.

"it is good!"

Nagacapolos simply responded with a nod, then closed her eyes and ignored Feuergo.

It was as if saying another word to her would be an insult to her.

Seeing this, Folyago no longer wanted to make a fool of himself, but instead returned to his throne and sat there calmly.

........

It was already past midnight.

In less than three hours, dawn will likely break.

The surging black mist gradually dissipated, and the endless undead retreated towards the Shadow Isles.

In Bilgewater, countless residents spontaneously knelt on the ground, chanting incantations.

"Thank you, great Dark Lord!"