When the scarlet light completely illuminated the entire snow-falling dark world, Mr. Kazik, who had burned to the soul, turned into a scarlet meteor again.

Anger made it no longer retain any strength, hunger burned its last sanity, its heart no longer left scruples, doubts, and fear of the unknown, its blood boiled and cooled, and it had only one thought at the moment, and that was:

Eat, drop, it.

Kazik was flying at high speed in the raging wind, it felt that all the blood cells and muscles in its body were beating wildly, almost in that moment it felt that it had evolved at least three levels, it felt the surging force circulating in its body inch by inch, they wanted to rush out from their sensitive nerves in spite of all the surging roars, they roared angrily and pushed Kazik's entire body.

There had never been a moment when Kazik felt so wonderful, its wings no longer felt any resistance, they cut all the oncoming winds wantonly, it even felt that it had broken through the speed of the wind, it was the wind, it was everything.

It kept passing through the howling winds, it melted into the wind, it surged with the wind, and it was even approaching time.

At that moment, it could no longer hear the sound of the wind, the sound of falling snow, the sound of breathing, any sound, there was a snowflake that was about to fall in front of its eyes, slowly like an ant, everything was stagnant in front of its eyes, and the entire world was slowed down hundreds of times.

Its eyes, which had evolved to the extreme, could even clearly see the swarthy hairs on the hand that the kobold, who was only five yards away from itself, was slowly lifting, and was being overwhelmed by the wind thirty degrees.

Now, in a breath, no, half a breath, no, no, no, a quarter of the time, your own sharp, perfect sickle claws filled with all beauty can tear apart that damn dog's face that is still pretending to be silent.

That damn guy didn't even have time to feel the pain, he didn't even have time to spurt blood.

Then you can drink the freshest blood, haha

At the moment when the spit reached his throat, Kazik's entire body burst out hideously.

The sharp scythe tore through the space in that instant, creating an almost substantial white arc, and the speed that was too fast pulled out a long series of sonic booms that pierced deep into the soul, and the snow around it burst into the sky without warning.

A quarter of a breath.

The scarlet scythe was only 0.001 yards away from Nasus's dog's face, and the furious impact had sliced through the thick fur on Nasus's fragile neck, the broken dark hair floating in the air, and blood still gathering around his neck.

Nasus didn't seem to react at all, his eyes still showing a moment of mockery and contempt from the previous moment, his arms still raised in the air, and the dead gray light could only be traced on the emerald green scepter.

It only takes even a little bit more time, if the swarthy hair drifts an inch more, and Nasus will be in a different place.

The person who claims to be closest to God will die here completely.

But there was not that little bit of time, just a little bit of dead gray light on the emerald green scepter, which changed everything.

In an instant, the slightest hint of dead gray light transcended the wind, the sound, the time, and everything, and suddenly filled every inch of the red mantis's skin.

At that moment, Kazik felt that every cell of his body was completely necrotic, its scythe was no longer powerful, its blood was no longer boiling, and it watched as it watched its prey about to be killed by itself, but it hung its tearing claws feebly.

What is called powerlessness, that's probably it.

Mr. Mantis, who was as fierce and swift as a meteor a moment ago, fell heavily in front of Nasus like a fly that had knocked down a magic crystal.

The wind continued, the snow falling from the sonic boom, and everything was back to normal, and it was as if it hadn't happened had it not been for Kazik's still struggling body on the ground and the unwilling curses in his mouth, the half-frozen blood flowing from Nasus's neck, and the swarthy broken hairs scattered in the air.

Nasus didn't pay any attention to the slight injury on his neck, he took the time to hold the emerald green scepter in both hands, and looked at the poor little insect on the ground that was still dying, just like looking at the top summoners of the continent who were put to the ground by himself on a snowy night seventeen years ago, and chanted loudly: "Life is a part of reincarnation. And this part of yours is over. ”

He sang solemnly and holy, as if he were doing some great sacrifice, and his voice was grand and mysterious, loud and majestic even in the raging cold wind.

He chanted three times in a row before he put down the scepter in his hand, held it in one hand with his left hand, stretched out his right hand, and his five fingers spread out over Kazik, he closed his eyes and began to chant again: "Your body will slowly dissipate and become eternal, like the sand of the desert." ”

As he chanted again, a dark red glow emanated from the palm of his right hand and began to flow down his five open fingers towards poor Mr. Mantis lying on the ground.

When that dark red light appeared, a great roar faintly sounded throughout the heavens and the earth, and the majesty was solemnly like a god descending from the sky at the same time.

Kazik, who was still struggling with frantic cursing, shut his mouth, it instinctively sensed the danger, and its whole body desperately tried to crawl out, but the dead gray energy was too powerful, and it kept wandering in Kazik's body, corroding the force that Kazik had just generated, so that it could barely move a joint.

When those dark red energies rushed into Kazik's body, the roar of the sky instantly intensified ten thousand times in its mind, as if the gods of the heavens were angrily denouncing its sins that had killed all living beings in the past years, and the resonance of heaven and earth shook its entire soul to pieces.

Kazik twitched unconsciously, and his last thought was that his judgment day had arrived.

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And just as the judgment of the gods began on a snowy night, three thousand yards away, on that vast mountain lawn.

Among the thousand tents, in the dim magic lamp, no one noticed that the snow under their feet loosened slightly.

It's like being slightly blown by the wind on a piece of snow tonight.

The night is not over yet.

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The second more.

Also, no matter what, there is a woman in this world who always loves you. Happy Mother's Day, Mom.