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The blood-colored sword "bell" stabbed into the ground, the black-clothed figure shook, and the tall man's throat churned, as if something was pouring into his mouth, but he forcibly pressed down.

"You won." The man in black said lightly, his eyes dimming. "I didn't expect to be defeated by you, Reginard, I didn't expect that I really couldn't guess you."

"Each other, each other." The white-robed mage raised his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his body shook a little.

The two figures stood facing each other, barely making any movement, like two statues facing each other.

Neither of them dared to move, both of them were already extremely weak, and their bodies and spirits were hit hard by their opponents, and they were barely supported by a spirit.

A black trench coat and a white witch robe, the two hunted in the bloody wind of the battlefield.

"It's a pity that I earned it in the end." The man in black chuckled lowly, and even coughed a few times after laughing. "I'm a dying man, but you're not. Who can guarantee that your War College and League of Legends won't degenerate and become tools for power at the hands of old-school magicians who call themselves aristocrats? But Noxus is different, no matter how turbulent the dark tide is, the heart of conquest has never stopped. ”

The corners of the white-robed young man's mouth hooked, "At least you have dedicated everything to your dreams, but what about you?" Prevent? Kekao? The first half of your life has been living in the shadow of failure, and later you have completely become a tool of revenge for defecting to the Sword Master Zero, just to gain power, even your life can be sacrificed, and you are willing to become a slave of the blood-drinking demon sword, you reign over the Norland, and let these thousands of soldiers become pawns to satisfy your ambitions, but your own spirit and flesh do not belong to you, and you are just a puppet controlled by the ** who pursues power. What is all this for? What's the point of all this you're seeking? ”

There was silence for a long time, and then a calm voice sounded again, "Because I can't lose." ”

In just one sentence, Reginard was instantly stunned, as if struck by lightning.

"I knew it was a trap, and I knew it was going to be a long time coming. Since I set out on the expedition, the command of Noxus has changed the dynasty and cut off my support without authorization. I know that someone in the military has been planning to replace me, but I have to come here to take the Holy Grail of Life. Even if they know their plot, they can only sit back and wait. This war is their grave. I am the soul of the army, the moment I am embraced to the altar, I can no longer lose, I can't retreat, the only time to fail, is when I fall, to die for the country, in order to write my own legend perfectly. ”

Reginard stared at his opponent with a complicated gaze wrinkling in his eyes, and finally he sighed and had to listen to the general continue.

"Because I can't afford to lose. From the moment they embraced me as God, I could no longer lose people, I would rather lose my life. ”

The white-robed mage was silent, but finally he smiled and turned around and staggered away.

"Where are you going, Rigginad? It's better to save some effort now - do you still think you can get out alive? ”

"I don't want to fall down in front of you, do you want to stand here and compare who will fall first?" He paused and cross-examined, still smiling without any flaws.

"Of course not." Prevent? Kekao looked at Reginad and couldn't help laughing out loud—

It was a knowing laugh.

Is...... An opponent who can't help but feel sorry for each other.

A dark aura suddenly became clear behind him, and he heard the sound of flapping wings.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the hovering black crow, which fluttered and spun lightly, and in the flash of the magic light, it transformed into a gloomy man who was half-masked.

"You've finally lost, Du? Kekao. You've finally lost to me! There was already joy in his hoarse voice, and even he, Svein, the most dispassionate of conspirators, could not contain this ecstasy—who could have imagined what an accomplishment it would be to defeat this god-like man in front of him?

Come on! Be angry! Get angry, and then you'll find out you're alone! It was such an insignificant little person as I, Svein, who completely destroyed your altar!

Svein shouted in his heart.

But the general narrowed his eyes and stared at the triumphant victor for a long time. There was no emotion in his eyes, no resentment, no anger.

This calm reaction turned Svein's ecstasy into an uneasiness, and he looked gloomily at the "general" who had been rebellious and had now finally failed under his plot.

Prevent? Kekao looked at Svein for a long time, the rebelliousness in his eyes never bowed down to him, and the aura of death emanating from his body was very clear, as if the owner of this body was already angry, but the tall figure was as immobile as a mountain.

Slowly, the general's hand was raised to his forehead, paused for a moment, and with a powerful swing forward, he completed a standard Noxian military salute.

"The era of Great Noxus, which rules the world, will finally come." The general's voice was calm and rang like a bell.

Svein, who thought he was the victor, couldn't help but be stunned and couldn't help but step back. He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, but his eyes seemed to be looking at a monster that was about to take his life.

No, that's not what he wants. It was supposed to be a conquest, but now it looks like a handover ceremony of power!

Prevent? The expression on General Quekao's face was clearly relieved, as if he had finally unloaded some heavy burden and entrusted Noxus's long-unfinished dream on the shoulders of his juniors.

No! His victory...... How did it come to this? This is a glorious victory! Didn't his opponent, even the current fiasco, give him the slightest thing to trample on?

"I'm going to replace everything you have in Noxus! Your legend will be torn apart by me! Can you believe it? From now on, I will be in charge, hahaha! He growled hoarsely, gritted his teeth and laughed wildly, his cheeks trembling, trying to provoke his already defeated opponents—

But this way, it seems that he himself is the loser.

The general did not reply, still maintaining that haughty and proud posture. The magic sword that was inserted into the ground in front of him hummed low, as if calling for something. Suddenly, his body exploded into a cloud of blood mist, which gathered in mid-air, slowly flowing towards the crimson sword body, and was greedily devoured into the demon sword.

The General has fallen.

All that was left was the blood-colored heavy sword standing on the blood-stained dirt.

"Bloodthirster Sword......" Svein muttered to himself as he looked at the terrifying blade, leaning on crutches, ignoring the embarrassment of limping and running, and ran towards the ownerless sword.

However, the greatsword had already begun to sink.

"No!" Svein screamed and ran, ignoring his calm and gloomy image, and threw himself at the hilt of his sword, clutching the cold hilt with both hands.

The sword seemed to have spirituality, for Svein clearly felt it mocking him—the blood-drinking sword longed for blood, for the breath of life. Disgusted by his rotten aura, the magic condensed into crow's claws, releasing from his arm, vines tightly wrapped around the hilt of the sword.

But his strength was nothing compared to that, the crow's claws were easily broken, and he could only watch as the magic sword was swallowed up by the earth.

Yes, he lost.

He lost to a dead man, and there was no chance of winning it back.

"Du? Kekao ...... Prevent? Kekao ...... Prevent? Kekao! Svein gritted his teeth and roared, waving his staff frantically like an out-of-control old man, he knew his gaffe, but the anger in his heart made it difficult for him to calm down.

Besides, there was no one around, and if anyone witnessed his current gaffe, he swore that he would directly turn into a brutal crow demon and tear that person to pieces!

No one witnessed his frustrated madness, and no one knew about Du? The fall of General Quekao, who everyone believes is missing somewhere in the world, along with the name of another legend......

……

Svein calmly looked at the crowd gathered in the square.

Today would be the time for him to be crowned the Grand General of the Noxian Army, and in Du Qucao's room, he found Darkwell's robe, the strange mask that he wore on his face all the time, and the magic paraphernalia that turned his voice into a hoarse voice.

For Svein, the answer, of course, is that he doesn't even have to think about it, he already knows it.

General Burnham Darkwell, who was in charge of the military before King Gavin I of Demacia ascended the throne, is now the king of Demacia is Gavin III, and the prince is also an adult, and is about to become the fourth, and Dakwell is still holding his power like an old monster, and many people think that he is using necromancy to continue his life, so that he will have this far beyond ordinary life.

Now that everything is uncovered in front of Svein, Nadarkwell is really not a "person".

In fact, Burnham, the original man who made the army the master of everything in this Chaos Realm, is long dead, and the successor who is only secretly continuing his name.

This is the safest way to transfer power in the chaotic and disorderly Noxus.

Shocked, he had no intention of continuing it, believing that by his resourcefulness he would be able to surpass everyone in the history books of Noxus.

Including Darkwell, Du Kekao. He will accomplish something that has never been done before.

He fabricated rumors of Du Kecao's disappearance, as there was no evidence of his death, and the Grand General Darkwell died of depression after the defeat of the expedition to Ionia and the defeat of his army.

In Darkwell's usual attire, it was easy to disguise a death row prisoner in his form, symbolically hold a state funeral, and forge a copy of the handwritten decree that presumably transferred power to him.

This was not difficult for him, including the task of secrecy.

The man who forged the oracle for him, after finishing his work, was already quietly in the belly of the crow on Svein's shoulder.

He opened his arms to the crowd and raised his head and closed his eyes at the announcement of the master of ceremonies, welcoming this baptism of power.

"Now that the era of Du Kekao is over, our game is about to begin." He heard a woman's voice ringing in his ears, and the smiling voice was full of magnetism and charm.

He opened his eyes suspiciously, only to see a woman in a purple gold mage robe standing not far away, her bewitching body looming under the soft robe.

It's LeBlanc.

The woman smiled charmingly, disappeared, and then, to the exclamations of the crowd, he saw a black rose slowly fall from the sky and land on the high platform at his feet.

This is the most blatant provocation. It was so ironic that it appeared at his succession ceremony.

He'll calm everything down! Quell all power struggles in Noxus! If he, Du Kekao, could make LeBlanc and her black rose magicians disappear, what could he Svein not do?

Svein swore hatefully in his heart.

I won't let you see a joke, Du Kekao......