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"Springhall! Wake up! ”

Finally, Annabelle's tears erupted like a flood that burst its banks.

The night before, when discussing tactics, Springhall had told her that she was going to have a world-famous wedding, and she even dreamed that Springhall would bring her a ring with his own hands.

But now, the man has plunged a sharp knife into his heart.

This knife was made by Annabelle's family blacksmith, but she didn't expect it to end up in her body.

Although the life of angelization will pass quickly, and Annabelle may age or even die after angelization, but what is it compared to the end of her beloved life?

Annabelle held Springhall down, and Springhall couldn't move under the strong suppression, and then she shook her head to look at the Pale Lady, tears glistening in the air, but they couldn't hide her anger.

"It has to be you, right! Pale Lady! Why! ”

Lady Pale kept her distance from Annabelle, "It's time for me to say congratulations, isn't it a little inappropriate?" You guessed it, in your words, I'm the culprit. ”

"I'm going to kill you!"

Annabelle roared and rushed towards the Pale Lady, but what happened next made her even more desperate, and all the generals surrounded her.

"You, betrayed Demacia!"

"You ......"

Annabelle felt like her chest was being weighed down by a boulder, and it was extremely difficult to breathe.

"I see, it's not a dispel magic array at all."

Annabelle, who calmed down, finally saw the essence of the formation, dispersal is only one aspect of this magic, and the purpose of dispersal is to let the poisonous mist circulate back and forth in the land of Morson, which cannot be broken!

In other words, once this magic circle is activated, the land of Morson will become a Jedi! All life will be lost!

And Annabelle also saw the intertwined cobwebs grow in the Hall of Heroic Souls.

"I see." Annabelle hung her head, her long silver-white hair covering her eyes, "Despicable Throat, your purpose is to shatter the Crown of Ghosts." ”

Bang bang bang.

The Pale Lady couldn't help but applaud Annabelle, "That's right, little girl, your perception is very keen, and it was really a wise choice not to let you go to the main hall. ”

"You've already laid everything out in the Hall of Heroic Souls, and you've made these generals the nourishment of the Throat of Despicability, hoping that when she grows up, she will condense a crown of broken ghosts for you."

The Pale Lady nodded, "That's smart. ”

"This despicable throat probably can't imagine that she is just a tool, and she who gave birth to the crown of broken ghosts will be killed by you sooner or later." Annabelle's breathing was already a little difficult, and her strength was slowly draining.

The Pale Lady began to let her guard down, and a barely breathing Annabelle was not to be feared.

"I'm starting to appreciate you a little, but it's a pity that the stubborn Demacians don't bother to serve the Black Rose, do I?"

Annabelle glanced back at the man she loved, then silently pushed him away, and the long knife was pulled out of her body.

"It's also your idea to engrave prayers on rune-like crystals, and there's a hidden prayer, Lady Pale, you've got a good plan."

"People, you can't do things that you are not sure of, but I have to face the pride and legend of many Demacia." The pale lady's face couldn't contain a look of pride.

Annabelle suddenly laughed, "But you're miscalculated. ”

"Oh?"

"I, Annabelle Hope, the only female general in Demacia, the heir of the Hope family." Speaking of this, Annabelle paused, "Springhall-Wife of the Admonition, the inheritor of Demacia's will, will not let you succeed. ”

After finishing speaking, the bright aura on Annabelle's body became more and more intense, and she finally glanced at Springhall, reluctant, more gentle.

"I'm sorry, I can't grow old with you, you'll agree to me doing this, right?"

A dazzling white light illuminated the entire main hall, and the Pale Lady finally couldn't hold it anymore.

"What are you doing?"

The hall began to tremble, and the spatial elements gathered together.

"You want to block this space? Amusing! Once I have a way to teleport out, you'll be just as useless! "The Pale Lady gritted her teeth, she couldn't stay here any longer, with her current magical attainments, she couldn't teleport out of this confined space!

Annabelle breathed a sigh of relief at the loss of the Pale Lady, and now that the Molson Immortal Temple was completely isolated in another dimension, it was the only solution she could think of.

The Despicable Throat could no longer draw nourishment, only getting weaker and weaker, and the Pale Lady would not have come here without being completely sure that she would be able to get out of this space.

At this time, the Despicable Throat did not know which Heroic Spirit's coffin was hiding, and Annabelle was not going to look for it, she no longer had the strength to face a Despicable Throat that was beginning to grow.

The web of deception spreads, and the generals are wrapped up in it for the Throat of Despicability to draw strength.

Annabelle looked at the prayers on the walls around her, and smiled grimly.

After picking up a carving knife, Annabelle continued to carve prayers into the wall, and it was not their fault that Morson had become like this?

After doing everything, Annabelle found the location of the hidden prayer, uncovered the marble floor, left everything there, and disappeared into the air as a blink of starlight.

"Whoever you are, if you are unfortunate enough to come here, remember, Demacia, forever!"

......

"Whoever you are, if you are unfortunate enough to come here, remember, Demacia, forever!"

Moon took the notepad he found from the marble floor shattered by the Throat of Vileness and read the words on the cover.

She is handsome, like a woman writing it, and the notepad is protected by magic, and even after so many years, it is only a little yellowed.

Bai Wenxuan's attention was not on the notepad, but on the shattered marble floor, and although the floor was broken into many pieces, the prayer on the inside was clearly visible.

"Concealing the prayer, someone left it on purpose?"

"Hey, this notebook is so heavy." Moon flipped through the notebook, and a faint aroma wafted through his nose.

The Throat of Despicability strikes suddenly!

Bai Wenxuan's eyes were quick, and the spear swept, directly pumping the claws of the despicable throat away!

"Without the Legends to feed you, what do you think you are?" Bai Wenxuan looked at the despicable throat with disdain, this guy will only get weaker and weaker, and the power of the revenant soul is not to provide her with nourishment, but to maintain the normal consumption of ancient forbidden magic.

"This ......" Moon looked incredulously at what had been recorded in his notebook, if this was true, then everyone had been toyed with back then.

Tong Mo flipped through his notes, frowned, and read out the first paragraph in a deep tone.

"I, Annabelle Hope, the only female general in Demacia, the heir to the Hope family. Springhall - the wife of the admonition, the inheritor of the will of Demacia, a heartfelt confession to all the innocent lives of Molson......"

The opening indicates all the people who took the note.

"Annabelle-Hope?" Bai Wenxuan looked carefully at the corpse on the ground, "There is no her here." ”