Swell.

Shrink.

Then, like a cocoon into a butterfly.

All the extremely black matter, in an instant, shattered.

Slowly falling.

It's like a dance of black flowers.

It's like, a silent snow, black snow.

There was no explosion.

There is no extinction that swells to the extreme.

There was only deathly silence.

A qiē is like a vigorous performance that stops abruptly.

I am reluctant to leave even a trace of the end to the world.

The remnants of the extremely black matter are like ashes, and they are like dead branches and leaves.

They fell to the ground, at Ezreal's feet.

Ezreal.

Didn't die.

He was still breathing.

In the black remnants like heavy rain, open your eyes.

At that moment, infinite extremely black magic patterns filled his entire body.

His chest, still beating, a heart that didn't belong to him.

At that moment.

Even Chen Senran was moved.

For this man's ambition, and his unyielding pride.

Ezreal, he actually survived.

In such a terrible storm of energy.

"It's getting fun, really." Even the Void Alliance, which has been watching the play.

Proud, like Dismason, also had to let out a long sigh.

This Ezreal is really amazing.

In Lalivash, before it was even there.

In the same way, he also makes people feel that it is tricky.

It's tricky.

Now Ezreal definitely has the power that people can't be underestimated.

He opened his palm, and the magic patterns on his body. It shook slightly as if it were breathing.

He looked at his enemy, and the whole person rose into the sky again.

He didn't die.

So, this world is his.

"Give it to me." He held out his hand and repeated what he had said earlier.

As a result, thousands of extremely black tentacles spread from his body again. In the blink of an eye, huge thorns were formed.

This is a wicked thorn.

Murderous thorns.

No one can ignore these thorns.

All of them had solemn expressions, raising their knives or condensing their energy.

They felt sorry for not killing Ezreal completely.

Now Ezreal has become a real monster.

A bit of an unstoppable monster.

Chen Senran didn't leave his hand this time, he first divided a part of his strength to protect Anne to ensure that she would not be really hurt.

Then, following the flames of Anne's fingertips, the rest of his power rushed towards Ezreal.

But to no avail.

Ezreal has already experienced the baptism of infinite furious energy.

Completely free from the influence of these ferocious energies.

He waved his extremely black tentacles, dissolving and devouring the energy with ease.

This time, the attack that was ready to attack not only failed to cause him the slightest scar. Instead, once again, some of Ezreal's power has been strengthened.

He stared at Siye, his hands raised again, and more extremely black tentacles spread out in all directions.

He still needs to devour, he still needs strength.

It's not enough, it's not enough, it's not enough, to kill everyone here.

So it doesn't matter if it's Noxus. It is still the people of the Demon Slayer Alliance who survived before, and they have been attacked again by Ezreal.

This attack. With an even more ferocious, almost invincible aura.

The people of Noxus, who could have been fighting back and forth with Ezreal, were unexpectedly caught off guard.

Except for Anne, who was deliberately protected by Chen Senran, everyone else was actually hit hard.

Chen Senran couldn't help frowning.

In fact, if he did his best, it wasn't like he couldn't kill Ezreal.

But Lalivash was slow to show up.

In addition, there is also the Void Alliance on the side......

"Aren't you going to do it yet?" He thought so. He spoke to those who had been watching the play.

"It doesn't seem like we need to do anything yet." Dismason has become the spokesperson and representative of this small group.

"I need to." Chen Senran said, very direct.

"The price." So Dismatsen is also very direct.

"I can give him to you." Chen Senran knew what they wanted.

Right now. There's nothing more to give, Trist, not count, his friend.

"Deal." It is an incomparably positive answer.

The next moment.

The void flashed.

A group of black-robed men suddenly rushed out from a corner, aiming at Ezreal.

"Our side." There was a moment of panic on Noxus's side, after all, they had just been injured, and if they came to a strong enemy again, the consequences would be really unimaginable, but with Chen Senran's words.

They also understood.

This is foreign aid invited by Chen Senran.

So they simply stopped completely and retreated to the back.

The people of the Void Alliance did not talk nonsense, nor did they raise any objections to the retreat on the side of Noxus.

They are clean and neat, but they have a killer style of using people's money to eliminate disasters for others.

Almost at the moment when they flashed, all kinds of majestic void energy that wanted to tear through the entire space surged out from each of them.

All kinds of different types, but equally extreme, void energy, like the sharpest knives, formed the most terrifying killing array towards Ezreal.

For a moment, Ezreal, who was still expanding around, withdrew all his tentacles to his side, like an alert hedgehog.

He was extremely sensitive and focused all his attention on these sudden, uninvited guests.

"You ......," he wanted to say.

But the people of the Void Alliance didn't intend to say a word.

They want to kill people and then take the goods.

"This guy has a good stuff on him, left it for me?" words, or one more word.

In the final sprint, Dismarssen suddenly spoke.

"Hmph—" Nosfratu snorted coldly, and the others acquiesced.

It's just such a little thing, and you don't need to pay too much attention to it.

The door is the key to the key.

"You ......" Ezreal was furious in vain, he had just proved his pride and anger.

But in the next moment, he was ignored like this.

He had to ......

"Tear-"

"Tear-"

"Tear-"

I didn't intend to give him a chance to speak at all.

Those Void powerhouses pierced his body continuously.

His body, which looked incomparably powerful and indestructible.

In front of the truly strong.

Ezreal, who is as proud as a pride, seems as fragile as a blank sheet of paper.

"Poof—"

"Poof—"

"Poof—"

In an instant, several fatal wounds appeared on Ezreal's body, and those wounds began to splatter thick black blood.

"Really...... Vulnerable. Dismason was disappointed.

But.

"Ahh

"Ahh

Ezreal let out a beastly roar again.

He suddenly, he ripped it off, the heart that was still beating and didn't belong to him.

His whole body, all over his body, the magic patterns, writhed as if they were on fire.

A supreme and absolute aura instantly permeated the entire heaven and earth.

"Oh? Burning again? Dismason probably said in a serious tone, but with a hint of ridicule, "I really think I'm the sun?" ”

But at the moment when this sentence landed.

Dismatin exclaimed, really, the discolored kind.

Not because of Ezreal, who was still burning.

It's because ......

That heart!!

That one, the torn heart!!

That's where the real power comes in.

Lalivash.

Turns out, you're here.

"Let's !! it together" Dismason shouted, towards Chen Senran.

Absolutely, Lalivash can't be allowed to come.

Otherwise, a single qiē will become extremely dangerous.

Chen Senran didn't need to say it at all.

As soon as he noticed that trace of breath, he made a move.

In an instant, all the strong hands that had been besieging Ezreal attacked the lonely heart.

Ezreal, the burning sun.

On the contrary, no one cared.

But just because no one cares about it doesn't mean that he will extinguish himself.

On the contrary, he burned more fiercely, and even burned the flames to the side of Noxus, which was already a little unbearable to fight again.

On this side, Yasuo smiled bitterly and raised his sword, even if Soraka was almost a god in the past, he was a little powerless.

Facing such a monster that has never been seen before......

Is......

And at this time, someone stepped forward.

This time, it's Annie. (To be continued......)

PS: There is only one shift today.

But the number of words is still a conscience, a rare chapter of conscience in recent times.