The next moment of the next moment.

General Burnham sat up from the pit, and he held the emerald sword that pierced his brow and pierced his entire skull, and the dragon-like black flame, as if nothing had happened.

The black flame is still burning.

The blood in the eyes of the demonic man was thick as if it was about to drip out.

Devil's pattern is like a snake.

The madness of the Emerald Sword increases by three points.

But he couldn't score another three points.

As General Burnham sat up, a thick layer of darkness poured out of the wound on his brow.

A trace of it, like his blood.

The dark blood stood in the way of the sword and the dragon-like black flame.

Don't let that demonic man go any further.

General Burnham sighed again, and he backhanded the pitch-black sword to the ground with one hand, and grasped the jade sword with the other.

Begin to draw your sword.

Inch by inch.

Slowly, but with the unquestionable.

The demonic man tried to block it, pushing his sword with bloodshot eyes, so hard that he even roared.

The black flames surged again.

But he couldn't stop that slow hand.

As the hand pulled out the jade sword inch by inch, more blood-like darkness poured out from the center of his impaled brow.

At the end of the day, the darkness enveloped General Burnham.

"Qiang—" The emerald sword withdrew completely from his eyebrows.

General Burnham melted into the darkness thoroughly.

It's like becoming the darkness itself.

He slowly floated up from the pit, carrying the pitch-black sword and rising into the air.

The demonic man no longer attacked, he put away the jade sword in his hand, and also rose into the air.

The black flames dissipated again and spread. Straight to the sky.

Pitch black again against pitch black.

"What a surprise to me." General Burnham sighed and smiled as if in the dark, and he slowly lifted the pitch-black sword, "Could it be that mortal feelings are the reason for the real strength?" ”

The demonic man didn't answer, he just drew his sword.

Sword again.

The pitch-black flames retracted again. With that sword, it swept towards Burnham again.

Fierce as a dragon.

General Burnham was still chuckling low in the darkness, and as he laughed, a thick layer of darkness spilled over his long sword, rushing out in the direction he was pointing.

It's like a big river.

The river confronts the dragon.

Collision.

Strikes.

Dissipate.

There was no sound in between.

The emptiness is suffocating.

Only the two men who represented the darkness were still standing in the air.

The black flames are furious.

Absolute darkness was still pouring out of General Burnham's brow.

The dark curtain covers the sky.

Under the shadows, General Burnham slowly raised his sword to his side.

Hold a sword in both hands.

"Annihilation." He seemed to whisper in absolute darkness.

Annihilation.

The moment these two words fell, the darkness around him was all gathered on the sword in an instant.

The fierce black flames swallowed Burnham at that moment, but Burnham had already turned into a streamer of light and stabbed straight out the moment before those black flames devoured him.

Sword like time.

A sword, reverse time.

Coming soon. The flames of rage burned along the lines of time towards the previous moment.

And at this moment, beyond the absolute darkness, a bit of absolute frost crept in.

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"Galen!!" In the absolute darkness of the flames, Tedamir finally rushed out of nowhere, and he shouted at Galen, a little uneasy.

It was like smelling something terrible.

"Galen!!" Almost as soon as Tedamir's words fell, shouts rang out in the darkness on the other side.

From Ash.

Her voice was just as anxious, no. Even a hundred times more unsettling than Tedamir's voice.

For her ears, which could clearly hear the wheezing sound a thousand yards away in the snowy night, heard a voice.

The sound of bowstrings vibrating.

A lot of neat bowstrings vibrated in a line.

That represents, in the previous moment. There are a lot of longbow salvos.

And judging from the sound of the steady and crisp vibration of the bowstring, the arrows that were shot out must have been very powerful.

And the target of those very powerful arrows is exactly ......

Gallian.

Galen!! Come ......," Ash shouted again.

But before she could shout the word "hide".

Those powerful arrows had reached Galen's side.

With the sound of breaking the wind in hindsight, before Galen didn't react at all, at the moment when he still slashed out with a sword, the whole person was jumping in the air.

Densely pierced his fearless body.

"Puff puff

Puff p

"Plop—"

Galen fell heavily from mid-air into the snow.

Like an eagle pierced through the heart by ten thousand arrows.

"Galen!!" Tedamir roared again. There was infinite rage in his voice.

Apparently, he heard the sound of that series of dense sharp metal piercing through flesh.

But he seemed to be held back by something, and he couldn't rush to the man who fell to the ground.

"Catch him." Svein waved his hand again, still expressionless.

Behind him, countless black-armored assassins rushed out in an instant.

Carrying knives, they rushed towards the seemingly dead hero.

"General!! A Demacian soldier, also pierced through the heart by an arrow, struggled to climb to Galen's side.

He shouted. With an obvious forbearance crying.

He was dying.

But he is not afraid of death, he is only afraid, his generals.

The man who was always in front of the charge died like this.

"Man ......" At this moment, a hand suddenly propped up on the ground.

The man, who seemed to be dead, once again raised his dreadnought greatsword, and he lifted his head from the deep snow.

"The man of Demacia, how can you cry?" His voice was hoarse to death, as if those long arrows had pierced his throat.

But he was still coughing and talking, and he coughed and held the dreadnought sword, slowly supporting his battered body.

He was half-crouching, and in the boundless black flames and killing, he raised his head.

The night wind was strong and blew his long cloak.

Cloak hunting, like every charge he had ever charged.

In the wind of hunting, he raised his head to the sky and shouted: "Long live Demacia!! ”

"Long live Demacia!!"

Countless people responded to him in the dark.

Some of those people were burning by the fire and were about to die, and some were pierced by thousands of arrows and couldn't hold their eyelids.

Some have given up on living altogether.

But it was this man's shout in the midst of ten thousand arrows that stirred their hearts.

Fearless heart.

Once again, everyone clenched their swords.

Everyone desperately tried to get up.

Long live Demacia!!

"Long live Demacia......" Rengar in the endless black flame chewed on these words, revealing a hideous, mocking smile, "Stupid human." ”

He sneered and leaped to his feet in the black flames.

The latest instructions had been received in his mind.

Kill Galen......

all enemies. (To be continued......)