When the golden light of Oren's hammer stirred the white light that filled the sky, the body of Darius in the plains camp trembled slightly, and the scarlet energy that permeated his body and the white light that filled the air annihilated and devoured each other.

Crunch!

Ripples spread in his dark eyes, and Darius took the black cutter's arm and moved slowly, the harsh grinding sound echoing through the air.

Click!

The red-white image shattered like glass, and the black cutter released a sharp cold glow that shattered the increasingly unstable white glow.

In an instant, Darius dragged the Black Cutter down the blood-red plains, and with each step he trampled, a red-and-white glow stirred, leaving a cracked gray pit of dirt until it reached the walls of the castle of Ranvasur.

Then, he leapt high, his hands clasped around the Black Cutter, and the scarlet life energy surged like a lonely wolf, roaring silently at the golden scales of victory.

[Noxus Guillotine]!

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In the middle of the ruins of the watchtower, the only remaining magic scroll burned out, and the golden scale of victory released the last of its pure white light, and even extracted the power of the embodied white scale.

This is the self-reacting mechanism of the magic, and it must ensure that the effect of the magic continues, even if all the power that can be mobilized is extracted.

But the caster had already drained all of his power, and without the provision of an additional source, it was unsustainable, eventually causing the scales in the firmament to collapse naturally.

The overflowing divine power turned into a pure white energy storm, and at the time of catharsis, a tall and burly figure held a black battle axe high and slashed down.

The pure white sky seemed to be torn open with red openings, reflecting the images of blood and white bones, but the white light did not stop, stirring and washing the red openings, washing the black cutters, and washing the Darius.

A scale, a figure, a tomahawk.

It is as if the eternal picture scroll is engraved in the heavens, reflected in the pupils of all people.

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Inside a brilliant nebula somewhere, a vast space resembling a ball of light composed of a suspended pure white glow.

It is like a recyclable independent space, huge, pure white and sacred, shining with a special white divine light on the surface of the light sphere.

It is very similar to the magic brilliance of Ranvasur Castle.

Faintly looking, the dense mountain peaks, winding rivers, dense forests and wilderness, and some majestic cities built inside, it seems to be another world, but there is no strife, no conflict, peace and tranquility.

This is the kingdom of the God of Justice, the source of faith that connects many different planes.

At the top of the highest mountain in the Divine Realm, there was a ball of pure white light shining like the sun, and in the light was a pure white temple carved with a large number of small divine inscriptions.

"Huh? Someone is using my magic skills? A calm and calm voice sounded in the Pure White Temple, containing a hint of doubt.

"No prayer for praise? Don't have a grand delivery? Is it used by pagans........ Come to think of it, it was the temple that had reported the lost Golden Scales of Victory. ”

"It's very interesting, I didn't expect someone on the main plane to sacrifice their lifespan and soul to activate the divine arts, hmm....... I'm going to check it out..... Well? The magic has dissipated? The pure white light trembled inexplicably, and then fell silent.

"Who made the shot?"

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The Iron Thorn Mountains, a small mountain range extending from the Lenwall Mountains, are also the most complex terrain in the vicinity of Ranvasur Castle.

In the dense forest, insects and snakes are dense, and a team wearing dark green armor is advancing rapidly, and at the forefront is a great knight with a strong atmosphere.

"Uncle Tamarra, we've walked far enough, haven't we?" A slightly faint voice sounded in the array, which seemed to be a little unsupportable.

"Master Pol, hold on a little longer, we're about to get to the next resting point." Tamarra, the great knight, said with a heavy face.

However, as he answered the question, he turned his head slightly to look to the east, in the direction of the castle of Ranvasur, where the Jeffrey family had taken refuge from leaving early.

As for the young master of Pol, he is the second young master of the Jeffrey family, and he is also the most outstanding heir today, and his strength has entered the extraordinary knighthood.

In fact, this young master Pol still has something to do with Modrian, if it weren't for the fact that he killed Angela in the Aaron Hills, the first heir of the talented Jeffrey family, maybe the current Bol is still studying in Limontanlu and has not been officially recalled to the Jeffrey family.

"Alert!" Tamara said suddenly, waving his hand to signal the Iron Thorn soldiers behind him to be careful.

During this escort trip, he will be in charge of bringing Master Pol to the Elanfaro Empire, where he will wait for the Jeffrey family's summons.

Extra thoughts, perhaps, but that was after reaching the Elder Faro Empire safely. Now, he sensed that something was wrong with his surroundings.

Along the way, they saw that the biggest feature of the Iron Thorn Mountain Range was the green snake poisonous insects that filled it, and the sound echoed all the time, unlike the situation they were facing now, which was so quiet.

"Very good alertness, it's a pity!"

A hoarse and irritable voice came out of the forest ahead, and then a stout and fat middle-aged man lifted the leaves and walked out, alone.

The orange-red hair was scattered on the back, and the smooth crown of the head seemed to be tattooed with some kind of magic pattern, which had a strange and strange feeling. The stray beard was bound by a special metal clasp that swayed with the movement of the barrel Gulagas.

"Who is Your Excellency?"

Tamara asked in a deep voice, only to feel a feeling of horror and suffocation come over him when that gaze came over him.

"Me? I am the one who has come to reap your life! "Gulagas's body shape looks like heebi, but his muscles are sometimes bulging and give him a sense of strength.

Hearing this, Tamara's face was gloomy, and he immediately thought of something, and immediately said sharply: "Damn, it's the guy led by Valoran, go up together and kill him!" ”

With Tamarra's order, the Jeffrey family's refuge team erupted with a cold killing atmosphere, and the reason why they are here is because of the war brought by the Valoran Lord.

The blade was unsheathed, flashing with a cold cold light, and everyone kept their formation and charged forward, while Tamara quickly retreated, pulling Bol and several cronies to leave from the other side, he smelled mortal danger.

"Happy Hour, Begin!"

"Burp .........." the barrel Gulagas picked up the barrel in his right hand and took a sip, the rich aroma of wine filled the forest.

"None of them will be left!"

As soon as the words fell, he directly crashed into the array in front of him, followed Tamara's footsteps, and twisted the necks of several Iron Thorn soldiers with his moving left hand, and his crisp voice was somewhat pleasant.

A few wisps of shadow distorted and emerged after Gulagas left, and the reason why they were able to find this team that quietly left relied on the Shadow Streamers' ability to chase and kill.

The dense forest, the meaning of emerald green is pervasive, and a touch of blood red color is like a rose blooming, bright and beautiful.

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