The four hundred and fortieth chapter of the finale (ten)

The moment he saw the girl's mask, Lothar's heart seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer.

It was not his feeling, but the feeling in Karthus' memory. Karthus was deeply shocked by this girl.

"Qian... Jue" felt the extreme surprise in Karthus' memory, and Lothar also understood the identity of the girl in front of him.

Absolutely, that's Kindred.

"Kinjue seems to be a girl only in Ionia... No, my appearance is also Ionian... Connected..." Lothar took a deep breath, the closer he was to the truth of his life. It's getting closer.

Lothar turned around Qianjue and found that she still had a small package on her back with a slender thing on her back.

"King Jue's bow!" Lothar reached out to touch it, but he didn't get any tactile feedback this time. "Hasn't Karthus ever touched her bow..."

Lothar probably guessed why Karthus deliberately made him forget about the pure white hunting bow. Karthus had seen Kindred, and after seeing Lothar's bow, he might have thought that there was something special about that bow. The place, so secretly let him not remember the pure white hunting bow.

"I'm really a child of Kindred." Lothar felt very unreal. He knew very well that he was just a very ordinary child at the time. In a bad land like the Freljord, every year, he reluctantly relied on hard work and luck to survive. Going down, I didn't feel that there was anything special about me as a child of the **** of death. Anyway, the blood of the ice has an inheritance. Is the child of the **** of death really so miserable?

As for what makes Lothar really special... maybe it's just his name.

Lothar shook his head, whether he is the child of Kindred or not, what matters now is how to escape from Karthus' memory.

For now, Karthus is far more capable of necromancy than Lothar, and Lothar can't find a way to completely break his memory.

"It seems that there is only one way." Lothar began to walk. He wanted to re-read Karthus' memory. "You must fully understand Karthus' death and sign a summoning spell with him."

Lothar tried his best to ask Karthus for the influence of Karthus' memory on him. He had to move. Anivia was still in Karthus' hands. With Karthus's hostile attitude towards the living, Anivia might...

Lothar must never let Ionia die.

Lothar watched Karthus's memory very seriously. This time, it was much more difficult than the one that conquered the treasure trove. Karthus deliberately forgot to make his memory incomplete, and Lothar had a hard time fully understanding Karthus' death.

Lothar entered the Shadow Island, the last place in Karthus' memory, he saw the chapel, and a book was placed on the altar.

"Is that... the Book of the Dead?" Lothar walked in, and the appearance of the Book of the Dead was very clear compared to other phantoms. After all, Karthus wanted to memorize necromantic magic, and it was impossible to forget the contents of the Book of the Dead.

However, the phantom of the Book of the Dead is useless to Lothar. He has the original version of the Book of the Dead in his hand, so why go to see an phantom.

"Wait!" Lothar suddenly thought of something, he hurriedly rushed to the Book of the Dead Phantom and put his hand on it.

tactile.

"Sure enough!" Lothar was overjoyed, Karthus must have read the entire book of the dead carefully, and he must have the entire contents of the book of the dead in his memory.

Lothar turned to the chapter on spells and read page by page.

Finally, Lothar found it.

A page in the Book of the Dead that he had never seen before.

"La... la la la... la la..." Lothar read the above content softly.

It's a long spell like a song.

There are no lyrics, only the most commonly used onomatopoeias in Ouchen are used throughout.

The name of this spell is [Requiem].

"It's so long..." Lothar read the content of the Requiem carefully. This spell is very long, and the longer it is sung, the stronger the effect.

As for what's the use...

Lothar took a deep breath.

Requiem can directly kill the living.

Direct death, ignoring any defensive means, Requiem invites direct death, and magical defense is completely meaningless.

Lothar immediately began to calculate how much impact he could have if he finished singing this Requiem in his own power.

The final calculated result is very disappointing.

If Lothar sings all night, let alone one Bilgewater, not even three Bilgewaters will have any more lives alive.

What's more, the one who sings the Requiem now is Karthus, whose necromancy is more powerful.

There's no need for Eater to end, and everyone in Bilgewater will die.

"It's too late!" Lothar was furious, and Karthus' madness was beyond his imagination. Although Lothar didn't see whether Syndra and the others were in Bilgewater, if they were there.

Lothar could never accept that so many of his loved ones died here.

"Karthus!" Lothar's roar was swallowed by the tranquility in Karthus' memory. Now he has no choice but to understand Karthus' death.

Lothar started running towards the Shadow Isle in Karthus' memory, and he had to succeed no matter what.

...

Tam Kench stood in the villa, admiring the exotic flowers and plants growing throughout the courtyard.

"That little deer is really amazing. It's just sprinkled with some pollen to make these mortal flowers and plants grow into such strange plants." Tam Kench's fat hand gently touched a crystal mussel that looked like a mussel. Flower buds, ugly as he actually knows how to appreciate flowers.

"You're very leisurely, hee hee hee." A strange laughing voice appeared behind Tam Kench. The voice was sharp like a broken knife. Ordinary people might burst their eardrums just by hearing this voice, "If he Knowing that you failed, you will be miserable, hee hee hee."

"So what if he knows." Tam Kench patted his stomach lightly, "I've found a good way to deal with him now."

"You still want to eat him?" The strange laughter seemed to be mocking Tam.

Tam opened his mouth suddenly, turned back and spit out an extremely thick and long tongue, and attacked the strange laughing student directly.

"Angry, angry!" Strange laughter appeared in another place, clapping his hands and laughing at Tam.

Tam retracted his tongue and licked his entire face: "It's like you don't want to kill him."

"Hee hee hee... I will kill him, in my own way..." The strange laughter became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared.

"Then let's see, who can kill him in the end." Tam Kench took out an item from his coat, which was the contract he signed with Lothar, "I bet I will win in the end. ."

A huge force suddenly appeared above Bilgewater.

"La... la la la la... la..." A dry chant echoed throughout Bilgewater.

"It's about to start." Tam Kench put the contract away, and with a big belly he looked down at the entire Bilgewater with a smile, "Let me see this last scene."

...

"La la la la la la la la la……"

The long song was heard all over Bilgewater.

Whether the living or the dead, all quieted down. The fire of war and the howling of ghosts and wolves just came to an instant calm, and everything was terribly quiet.

Whether it's a deer and a centaur running on a ridge, or a female captain and a fox who fight off evil spirits on the roof, or the [Pirate King] sitting in a bunker, or a fortune-teller fleeing from side to side, or even It was the dead souls who wanted to kill all over the sky, and all of them stopped what they were doing in an instant.

All the living people looked up at the sky at the same time, and above their heads, a pillar of pure dim light shot straight into the sky, as if to take away the life in their bodies.

die.

This is what every living person thinks at the same time.

They were dying, but they were peaceful.

They are peacefully waiting for death to come.

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La la la la la la la la……

- Requiem of Karthus

Chapter four hundred and forty-two blood relatives

Lothar has traveled the entire Shadow Isle.

Karthus' memory of Shadow Island is clear and clear. After all, he has only been in Shadow Island for more than ten years, and Lothar feels that he loves this land - the land of death, which is exactly what Karthus has. A world of hope, a world without the noise of the living.

But Shadow Island is not perfect in Karthus's mind. Too many dead souls have hatred for the living and obsessions that are difficult to kill. This is not the posture of the dead that Karthus expects, the dead in his ideal, Should be the same as that girl.

Quiet, deep, mysterious.

Lothar finally stopped. Karthus had a lot of memories of the Shadow Island. Lothar even knew a lot of secrets about the Shadow Island from his memory, but these things had nothing to do with Lothar's thorough understanding of Karthus' death. Not helpful.

Karthus' ultimate secret is like hidden behind a layer of veil, Lothar feels that he is one step away from fully understanding him, but he can't take this step. Karthus lacks too much memory, Lothar is very It's hard to control all his emotions.

Lothar stood there thinking for a long time, and finally turned his head and left Shadow Island, returning to his childhood and the girl Kindred.

This is the clearest memory of Karthus. There is no doubt that even the memory of Shadow Island is not as clear as this memory. Karthus seems to have deeply imprinted the appearance of the girl Kindred and Lothar in his soul. Instead of deliberately forgetting it, he tried his best to retain this memory.

This memory was a turning point in Karthus's life. After Karthus joined the Kindred Order of Noxus, he was originally just an ordinary cultist, doing some work of collecting and burying corpses like other ordinary cultists.

But after meeting Kindred and Lothar, Karthus resolutely betrayed the Kindred Order. He even swept the treasure house of the Order and escaped from Noxus with Lothar by himself. Bilgewater, finally came to the Shadow Isle.

But what happened to make Karthus make such a decision is not preserved in his memory.

Lothar looked at her childhood self carefully, and she was no different from an ordinary baby. She stayed in the swaddle with her eyes closed, looking very thin.

"I was so thin when I was a child... It's incredible that I can survive in the Freljord..." Lothar has seen many babies of the Freljord tribe, and they are usually born so thin that they can hardly survive one. In winter, like the baby named Nunu that he had helped deliver, most of them have now died.

Lothar didn't find anything special in himself. He turned his eyes to the girl Qian Jue. There was no exposed part of the mask on her face. There were only two narrow holes in the eyes that were as long as hair, and she couldn't see her at all. What does it look like.

"Has Karthus ever seen what Kindred looks like?" Lothar suddenly became curious. It was impossible not to be curious about the true face of Kindred, the **** of death that the whole world believed in.

Lothar stretched out his hand to touch Kindred's mask with an uneasy heart. In front of him was not the real Kindred, but Karthus' memory. If he had not seen Kindred's true appearance, then Lothar would not be able to see it either.

Lothar's fingers lightly touched Kindred's mask.

He touched it, the hard wood to the touch.

Lothar couldn't help holding his breath. He hadn't felt this feeling for a long time. It was full of excitement and anxiety. The last time he had such emotions was when he saw Anivia and the unidentified scarlet giant fighting in the sky.

Lothar grabbed the sides of the mask with both hands and gently removed it.

A very handsome face.

As beautiful as the night lilies and lotus flowers that Lothar had seen in Ionia, it is difficult for Lothar to describe her facial features. It is not a typical female beauty, nor does it have any gorgeous colors, but it has a unique beauty. A delicate and young like a baby, it is difficult to define how old she is.

Lothar was stunned. It was the first time he saw this face, but a familiar feeling arose for no reason, as if he should have known her in the first place.

Lothar put down the mask gently. He looked into the girl's eyes, but the girl looked at the baby in her arms. Lothar had a hard time judging the emotion in her eyes.

Lothar couldn't help but stretch out his hand. He wanted to touch the girl's face again, but his fingers went through and didn't touch anything.

"It seems that Karthus has only taken off her mask." Lothar felt a little regretful, he retracted his hand, just about to see if there were any other findings, the girl suddenly moved.

"You will grow up." The girl spoke.

Lothar was startled, but he quickly realized that the girl was not talking to him, but to the baby in her arms.

"Is this... Karthus' memory?" Lothar understood, and his act of taking off his mask triggered this memory, making it proudly and completely displayed in front of Lothar.

Lothar watched this scene seriously, for fear of missing any detail.

"I can't stay by your side anymore, because you are no longer the same as me." Qian Jue said softly, her voice was very special, like the layer of glutinous rice paper wrapped around toffee, which needs to be carefully removed. Listen to hear clearly, "We have to separate, but don't worry, one day we will meet again."

The little baby in her arms clenched a small fist.

"Where are you going?" The voice was not from the baby, but from another man.

"Is it Karthus?" Although this voice was very different from Karthus's voice that was dry like a stone in the quagmire, Lothar still heard that he belonged to Karthus.

There was a tremor in Karthus' voice. At that time, he seemed to be no different from Lothar in front of Qian Jue, excited and unbelievable.

The girl didn't answer Karthus's question. Her eyes only seemed to be a baby, and she continued: "You will be alert and sharp, you will be calm and calm, you will be irritable and restless, you will be greedy and lustful, you will be hilarious. And confused, you will be miserable and painful... but don't worry, this is all you, what you have to go through, and what I can't go through."

"What is she talking about?" Lothar couldn't understand, and what Qian Jue said didn't seem to be much similar to him.

Qian Jue raised her head, and she carried the baby into the void. It should have been Karthus hugging him. Karthus said terrifiedly, "What should I do? Where should I take him?"

"You can take him anywhere." Qian Jue seemed to want to leave, but the little baby's hand tightly clasped her fingers.

"Kid! Let go!" A snow-white wolf head came out of Qian Jue's cloak, "Let go! Ivy must go down the tree! Or I will bite you to death!"

"Wolf Spirit!" Lothar looked at this irascible wolf in surprise. Just like the legend, Kindred is twins, wolf and sheep are always inseparable, and only the two can be called Kindred.

"Ha... ah..." Lothar heard Karthus's voice getting more and more trembling.

"Quiet, dear wolf." Lamb Ling put his hand on the wolf spirit's head, stroking the fur on the wolf spirit's head like a puppy, "He will let go, he must leave us."

"The cub that ran out of the belly of the seahorse! Find the seaweed yourself!" The wolf spirit growled lowly at the little baby, speaking an inexplicable metaphor. Although he roared loudly, Lothar didn't feel any concern for the little baby from the wolf spirit. hostility.

Lamb pulled his fingers out of the baby's hand, and the baby burst into tears. Karthus, who was holding him, seemed a little overwhelmed, and kept exclaiming.

"The cuckoo bird must die!" The wolf spirit finally said something unintelligible to the little baby, and then got back into the sheep spirit's cloak.

"Goodbye, looking forward to our reunion." Qian Jue lowered her head and gently kissed the baby's face, "Remember the name."

At the end of the memory, Qian Jue put on the mask, and then disappeared.