The sky of Limentanlu was covered with darkness of night, and the white rain completely flooded all the streets, and the torrential rain swept through the sky like a thousand snakes of lightning, occasionally penetrating the inky twilight through the flickering purple light.

In the barren and broken space, the afterglow of colorful energy slowly dissipated, and many torn spatial cracks healed and recovered after being caressed by the will of the main plane, and then the great will stared at Modrian quite humanely, as if engraved in his mind, and then disappeared, leaving a land of ruins.

The orange starlight dissipated, and Modrian shook his head, detached from the picture of the decomposition of the system, as if he was aware, and glanced at the illusory sky, and then half-squinted, a faint light curtain was reflected in the brown eyes, and the dense rain falling outside could be faintly seen.

Saroyan! Modrian whispered as he recalled the scenes he had experienced before.

The bottomless abyss of communication, the attacks under the legendary crown, are all unexpected situations, an 'ordinary' revenge, he never thought that he would play all his hole cards.

A trap laid by the forces hidden behind the dark curtain, and this Royal Highness the Third Prince of the Stoke Kingdom is a delicious bait in the trap, which is impossible to refuse, Horace will not refuse, and he will not refuse.

Recalling Saroyan's last miserable appearance, Modrian's eyes flashed with danger, who was it? Able to communicate secretly with demons, and even contact two demon {devil} lords from the bottomless abyss.

It's a pity that he was the one who won in the end!

and succeeded in decapitating the cunning Scarlet Serpent Archibald, the Demon Lord from the fourth abyss: the Howling Abyss.

As if remembering the poor fallen legend, Modrian turned his head slightly, looking intently, only to see Darius standing quietly on the edge of the crimson serpent's body, the black cutter in his hand dripping with sticky blood, mixed with some crushed flesh and bone residue.

It was a very shocking scene, dozens of feet of red snake body had already fallen into the ruins, and the slightly twitching tail swept up bursts of dust, mixed with the smell of rust.

This is not a science fiction movie I have seen in my previous life, but a real crimson giant snake, which brings a feeling far beyond imagination, at least more real and bloodier than the previous picture of soaring in the sky.

Because of the cruelty of reality!

Previously, the cunning scarlet serpent Archibald's high-minded, contemptuous eyes were especially remembered by Modrian.

Mortal? Ant? It's ridiculous that now you have turned into a cold, stiff corpse.

With a light footstep, he wanted to get a closer look at the face of the legendary crown, but a gentle voice behind him called out to his form.

"Wait, Darius is at a critical juncture, we'd better not bother beating him now." Three feet above the ground, Jana floating in the void spoke, following her gaze, her azure eyes flashing with a faint wind element.

Well? Modrian stopped his steps and looked closely, noticing something unusual.

A faint blood-colored mist swirled around Darius, and the cold-glowing blade of the axe touched the edge of the broken snake body, and wisps of deep blood-colored essence spread along the blade to the handle of the black cutter, and then dipped into the skin along his hands, and the crimson runes flickered one by one.

"This is .........." A look of confusion appeared on Modrian's face, and he was a little puzzled by the situation in front of him.

As if seeing his doubts, Cana wielded a delicate and elegant staff, dispelling all kinds of power that overflowed, some of which were remnants of battle, some of which were the power of the bottomless abyss, and countless mixed forces were gradually melting into and dissipating into the surrounding environment.

"Darius is looking for his own path, and this is an opportunity, depending on how he chooses."

Cana looked at the Hand of Noxus Darius with admiration, and whispered that even in the boundless Sea of Guardians, there was no more brave human than him, not even among the pirates who roamed the seas.

The decapitated snake head lay quietly at the feet of Darius, and the upside-down snake pupils showed a dull color, and if you looked closely, the viscous blood in the huge snake head quietly disappeared, and even the bright and hard scales lost their due luster, like a shriveled seed that had lost all its life essence.

The slender snake body was also losing blood essence, and the black cutter was thirsty for it, turning into drops of blood-colored essence that appeared, and then disappeared in an instant.

"Is this crossing a line? The endless gulf between the Knight Chief and the Legendary Crown. Jana's explanation made Modrian vaguely think.

Tick! Tick!

The cold rain dripped on his face, Modrian raised his head slightly, staring at the gloomy night in the group, I don't know when, this ruined land has approached the main plane, the torrential rain of Limontanlu penetrated the illusory spatial barrier, and drops of transparent raindrops swept in.

The bottomless and far-reaching aura has dissipated, and the sound of lightning and thunder is still in my ears.

Modrian opened his arms as if embracing the space, letting the drips of rain soak his body and calm the hot blood in his body.

The feeling of victory is really good! He wants to stay that way all the time.

The shadow distorted, and the figure of Zai stepped out of it, the crimson bǐshǒu clenched in his right hand, the extremely sharp aura was revealed, and after nodding slightly at Jana, he stood behind Modrian like a sculpture, gradually disappearing into the darkness.

Wasman, Horace, and the other Trefalis legionnaires also did not raise the life energy in their bodies, silently bearing the rain dripping down the pitch-black armor, and the crisp sound was like a pleasant piano sound, intertwined and converged to form a sonorous and powerful symphony of victory.

……………………

Crunch!

In the palace of Valrante, the majestic ancient city gate slowly opened, and behind the city gate, there was a queue of purple armored figures waiting for the arrival of His Highness Guy.

"The gates of the palace have been controlled, and from now on, no one can leave the palace without the order of His Highness." Duke Dacama glanced up at the slightly crazy figure in front of him and said in a deep voice.

Dada! Dada!

Guy silently continued to walk forward, his crimson cloak waving slightly, and the Violet Guards in the formation made way for a passable path.

"Go on!"

Hearing this, Duke Dakama's eyes flashed slightly, and his burly and strong body followed proudly, waving different gestures with his left hand, arranging for the Violet Guards to carry out the pre-arranged tasks.

The torrent of purple steel marched forward in the torrential rain, like a silent beast, accumulating momentum along the road, waiting for the moment of release.