Twilight.

When dusk is about to turn into night.

The sky has changed again.

The canopy, which had turned into a complete void-like blackness, began to turn into some kind of eerie purple like a fiery cloud.

Those cracks in the heavenly vault, which opened like the gates of hell, also seemed to be crazy, smashing down those heavenly fires more frequently.

It's true, it's going to be the last step.

The color of the sea also became impermanent, and the fire flowed out of the sky like stars and rain above the heavens.

It changed from red to purple, from purple to blue, and from blue to green.

Maybe tomorrow, it will evaporate, and there will be no more color.

Irelia looked at the undulating surface of the sea and was silent.

No one could have imagined that disaster would come so quickly.

In Ionia, the rebels were still fighting the Shadowstream Knights, who had just returned to the island, for the right to the island.

The end is coming.

Those meteorites and monsters that fell from the sky made the two sides have to stop fighting.

After a short period of resistance, it was a thousand miles of defeat.

Ionia, who had been tormented by the shadow of war for more than ten years, was completely dying before this catastrophe that destroyed the world.

The eastern island of Ionia, which had just recovered a little bit of life, was swept by, and all the qiē was reduced to ashes.

Civilians were slaughtered.

Even the powerful Shadow Stream Warrior Regiment was exhausted by the killing.

The Ionian Resistance, on the other hand, is even worse.

Although there is the last light of Ionia, the Apocalypse Karma, and the last elite of the Equilibrium Sect, the Equilibrium Three Ninjas. and Blade Will Irelia herself.

But in the face of the apocalypse, no one is immune.

On the way to fight and retreat, people kept falling.

After paying a great deal of their lives, they finally reluctantly retreated to the coast of Ioniasi.

Prepare to go to sea with some ships left over from the last war, go to bigger places, and look for hope.

But hopefully. Is there really one?

It's just a few days before the world has become like this.

How long can it last?

"What are you thinking?" At this time, Karma came to Irelia's side.

They stood side by side on the shoreline, looking out at the same devastated sea.

"Didn't think about anything." Irelia shook her head.

Is she real, didn't think anything?

"I'm going to sea." Kalmar said suddenly.

"Yes." Irelia just nodded.

"Actually, it's not really hopeless, it's noon today. I saw the sound of the phoenix. Karma paused and said, "Hopefully." ”

"I hope." Irelia was still looking at the sea.

Eyes are deep.

"That's where it was that day, right?" Karma suddenly said something else, something inexplicable.

"What?" Irelia turned her eyes, but she didn't look at Karma.

"It's nothing, I'll go back first, you should come back early. The rebels are indispensable. Karma shook her head again and began to walk back.

Irelia was silent again.

She looked back at the surface of the sea.

It's true. Nothing?

Chen Senran.

She suddenly raised her head and looked farther into the distance.

The world is about to be ruined, where are you?

Are you okay?

I miss you so much.

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Chen Senran is not good.

Because he is facing the strongest person in the world.

No, it should be the strongest. Stuff.

He, it has the extreme lust of the six gods.

It also has Lalivash, the once strongest king of the world.

The most important thing is that it also has the ability to control destiny.

And it. but he did not believe in fate.

"Actually, seriously, I admire you." Trist slowly slid the card in his hand, "When I first met you, I just had a hunch that you would be able to do something in this absurd era, but I never dreamed that you could get this far. ”

"Each other, each other." Chen Senran was breathing.

He's adjusting to his condition.

Although the previous sword proved that his current strength was definitely not weaker than Trist.

But it's not enough.

It's not enough.

He's going to be stronger, stronger.

"Remember the first time I told you my fortune?" After Trist finished speaking, without waiting for Chen Senran to react, he drew out a card, "It's this one." ”

He showed Chen Senran the front of the card.

It is a trumpet-blowing day.

It's a trial.

It's salvation.

It is also perdition.

"Brush-pull—" Trist flicked.

The card flew towards Chen Senran.

The next moment.

and became the whole collapsed vault of heaven.

The entire heavenly dome turned into a person who was blowing a horn, and it was blowing the horn and rushing towards Chen Senran.

This is the judgment.

It is ruin, but also salvation.

on this.

Chen Senran just snorted coldly.

This hum fell, and the collapsed sky dome instantly turned into powder.

The whole is gone.

"Of course......" Trist just shrugged his shoulders, not thinking what this card could do, "it's not your life anymore." ”

"Your life now, it's really ...... It's a bit hard to calculate. ”

He narrowed his eyes.

"I count ......"

He kept playing with the huge number of cards in the palm of his hand.

The six gods of lust and the king of the world, Lalivash, who surrounded him, reappeared.

"Is this one?" He smiled.

Discard the cards.

The moment the cards were revealed, the gods behind him went berserk.

Ezreal, who represents pride, and Nasus, who represents pain, turned into two phantoms, and with that card of destiny, they made great waves.

A tall tower was instantly erected in the sky.

There was thunder from the sky.

Rocks pierce the air.

It's a tower.

It's the tower that killed Cassadine.

Only this time, there is more pride and pain.

Ezreal and Nasus, the two gods turned into stronger thunderbolts and struck Chen Senran.

They're going to shoot him down.

Falling, in the middle of an endless abyss.

But Chen Senran just stood there and didn't move.

He let the rocks pierce the air.

Let the thunder fall from the sky.

Then draw your sword.

He drew his sword and drew an incomparably deadly arc.

Break through all attacks.

Smash that deadly tower.

He slashed out of the tower with a single sword, pointing it straight at Trist's eyebrows.

Trist felt a lot of pressure.

Although he had countless gods and demons around him, it was when he was pointed at by that sword.

He felt that his life was firmly locked.

Although, he doesn't believe in fate at all.

But......

"Isn't that this one?" Trist inhales deeply.

"So...... Isn't it this one? ”

He, draw cards again. (To be continued......)

PS: First update.

It's over tonight.