A cyan hurricane and pitch-black shadows weave through the shattered space, and the occasional lightning bolt that pierces the sky is the flame of the will of the main plane, illuminating the faint scarlet mist.

Darius looked up at the scarlet serpent that covered the heavens and the earth, wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, and he could see clearly that the upside-down red pupils were full of contempt and indifference.

To be honest, he hated the feeling of being despised very much, since becoming one of the tri-member councils, even the almost godlike beings in the Valoran continent did not dare to despise him so much, and even he had forgotten these weak emotions a little.

{The division of power in the League of Legends universe seems to be very polarized, but in fact, there are many traces to follow, mortals, demigods, gods, for some people, the gap is not that big.} }

The shattered sky, the crimson giant snake tail overturned like a mountain, in the fissure of the illusory space, it seemed to be slow and fast, with the breath of destruction to the world, mixed with the disregard for life.

Crash!

Darius tore off the broken crimson cloak, and the strong wind triggered by the snake's tail flick tore apart the skin of the fruit dew and the fluttering cloak, and the blood stains were densely covered, which was a symbol of glory.

"Demon Lord!? Let us show you the real spirit! ”

Scarlet life energy burned like flames, rendering Darius's body, and then he crouched with his legs bent, and the black cutter lifted upside down, and slammed into the falling snake's tail.

[Crippling Blow]!

The snow-white blade of the axe burst into a flash of flames, turning into a substantial transparent blade, dancing in Darius's hand, slashing at the scaly snake body that reflected the cold light.

Sonorous!

Cracks appeared on the scales, and a streak of near-invisible blood oozed through the cracks, and it was a full blow from Darius holding the black cutter, and the effect was desperate.

Rumble!

Darius's figure fell back at an even faster speed, the surging force of the shock tearing through the tiger's mouth, and the blood bursting was shocking, and the white bones were faintly visible.

"Ha, that's what it feels like, in the face of death, in the face of fear, I indulge in this." Darius didn't care about the cracked scar at the tiger's mouth, gripped the black cutter, and fearlessly rushed towards the crimson snake's tail that continued to fall.

[Passive: Armor Piercing]!

[Passive: Berserk]!

The power of the black cutter's feedback made Darius crazy at this moment, and the life energy in his burly body burned like a flame, completely enveloping Darius, like a humanoid beast, trapped in a beast, and bloody on the battlefield.

[Noxus Power]!

The blade of the axe danced, and then Darius fell backwards again, cracks cracked in Fruity's body, and viscous blood flowed, staining the arrogant figure red.

Bah!

Scarlet saliva pinned to the ground, Darius looked up at the approaching giant snake tail, a hideous smile filling the corners of his mouth.

"I'm the hand of Noxus, how can I retreat!"

Click! Click!

The mortally wounded body moved forward again, dripping blood pouring out a blood-colored path that led to the merciless hell, to the abyss of despair.

[Kill the Quartet]!

Surrounded by sharp axes, blood bloomed, tearing clear marks in the void.

Again and again, Darius charged at the cunning Scarlet Serpent Archibald without hesitation, and then fell to the ground again and again, the viscous blood staining the shattered space.

Like blood-colored fireworks blooming in the night sky, igniting the flame of glory and igniting despair.

In the darkness, the Grim Reaper's footsteps crept closer, but stood still as he approached his target, as if admiring the counterattack of a desperate man.

Unfortunately, no miracles happened.

Darius is no longer facing the Devil's Bloodline, nor the will of the Devil Lord, nor the Shadow Face Scripps who crosses the interface and strikes brazenly, but a great being who has embarked on the path of legend, a Demon Lord who stands at the peak of the fourth abyss: the Howling Abyss, and fights with his true body.

"How can the light of fireflies compete with the bright moon! It's game over! Archibald looked at Darius struggling under the sky with a solemn expression, and had to say that the ants in front of him had won him a little respect, at least in countless bloody battles in the abyss, he had never seen such a terrible knight captain.

"What a strong will, what a pure soul, I can't wait."

He doesn't mind tasting the taste of the soul before delving into Scripps' conspiracy, which is the difference between a demon and a devil, who craves a feast after killing.

The crimson snake's tail sank suddenly, shattering countless spreading spatial cracks at a swift speed, like a meteorite falling, smashing into the chosen target area.

……………………

Looking at the desolate scene in front of him, Modrian didn't know why it had become a life-and-death dilemma. He had many doubts buried in his heart, and he didn't know how to solve them.

For example, why would Shadow Face Scripps chase after him, for the sake of the Devil's Bloodline of his own bloodline, for the temporary will to be destroyed?

None of this is enough to be an absolute reason, after all, things that seem inconsequential are far less than being a mortal enemy with the legendary crown!

Suddenly, his brows furrowed slightly, and the whispered words of Zai echoed in his ears, and then he directly refused Zai's request, not yet, at least there was still a chance in the moment of despair.

It's just that the voice of the robbery reminded Modrian of something, is the side quest [Shadow Battle] completed in the Shadow Realm that makes Scripps so persevering?

Or maybe it's his own wrong choice!

The battle for the throne that swept through the kingdom of Stoke was like a whirlpool that attracted every power, and from the moment he stepped into Limontamlu, no one was immune.

"It's ridiculous, I haven't seen it through yet." Modrian stared at the crimson snake tail that was fading and a bitter smile hung over it.

From the time he displayed his astonishing prowess in the Shadow Realm, he was completely caught in a vortex, unable to extricate himself, at least until the battle for the throne was over.

"But, there's still a chance!"

Modrian stretched out his right hand and fumbled for the pocket inside his armor, where there was a hot object, an item handed over by the swift scout Teemo before leaving Valoran's collar, an old fellow from the depths of the Levor Mountains, he looked down closely.

It was a pale golden seed, as if sensing the inexplicable danger of the outside world, wisps of flame-like golden light seeped out of the outer coating, releasing a gentle breath of life.

Then, like a halo of sunlight around Modrian, a glittering branch resembled some kind of rune.

Click!

The crisp sound echoed in the shattered space, even if there was a violent sound of cyan hurricane and pitch-black shadows intertwined, even if the crimson snake tail crushed the cracks in the space, carrying a terrifying power to descend, it could not hide the crisp sound that suddenly appeared.

A fate-changing symphony is played here, despair retreats, and death leaves!