"It's almost time." Svein stood behind some of the walls inside the fortress, watching the bloody battles under the fortress through a small hidden hole, and stroked the crow on his shoulder.

Behind him stood the hidden members of the assassination squad who had been brought in from Noxus, silent, pressing their unsheathed knives like a group of demons ready to attack.

The battle under the fortress had come to an end, and both the coalition side and Sejuani's side had suffered heavy casualties.

The only difference was that Galen never managed to make it into the city, and Sejuani had a slight advantage.

But this little advantage is not worth mentioning, as long as it ......

Svein waved his hand.

With a wave of his hand, the demons behind him would descend on the bloody land beneath the fortress in the shortest possible time.

Then, it withers and decays.

Victory......

The corners of Svein's mouth once again pulled out a cool arc.

His hands were raised high in the dimly lit room.

And at the same time, high in the sky.

The gestation of the pitch-black cocoon that enveloped Chen Senran seemed to have entered the last moment.

The darkness of a living creature throbbed violently.

It's like something in a cocoon is about to burst out of its shell.

General Burnham still stood motionless in the air with his sword in hand.

Snow was once again falling on his shoulders.

If he just looked at it like this, and left aside the back-and-forth between him and Chen Senran, then he would simply be like the most loyal guardian of that pitch-black cocoon.

The cocoon was throbbing harder and harder.

It sucked in one by one, as if it were tugging at the darkness around it.

As it throbbed faster and faster, so did the darkness flowing towards the cocoon.

At the end of the day, with the pitch-black cocoon as the center, the sky hundreds of yards nearby were abnormally distorted.

Darkness is still darkness. But darkness is no longer just darkness.

They were condensed, withdrawn, and formed something purer than darkness around the cocoon of darkness that was still accelerating, and the treacherous heart.

Dark Origins.

"Dark Roots." General Burnham whispered the word, and the whole distorted sky. Only the place where he stood was still the same.

The darkness was calm, only no more snow was falling.

"Dark Roots." He repeated the word again, and there was no excitement, excitement, or anything else in his words.

But one word is enough for him to say it twice, and it is enough to show how important it is.

The important thing even made General Burnham couldn't help but rub the hilt of the sword in his hand slightly.

The movement drove his shoulders so much that the snow on his shoulders was shaken off.

Knocked off a little bit.

A little bit of snow fell from his pitch-black shoulders.

Slowly falling.

In a rhythm that was completely inconsistent with the beating heart, slowly from General Burnham's territory. Falling into the darkness that was twisting desperately.

"Bang-" The falling snow and the twisted darkness collided with a small sound.

It was like a thin snow falling.

Just as the sound of falling snow was remembered, the black cocoon, which was beating and almost exploded, suddenly stopped.

The abrupt abruptness made the entire distorted space suffocate for a moment.

There was a terrifying sense of destruction that permeated the entire world in an instant.

The pitch-black cocoon swelled suddenly, and the entire cocoon was covered in an instant with traces of blood-like lines from the place where it didn't know it.

The whole cocoon was like an egg about to crack at that moment.

No one knows what will come out of it.

The wind is still blowing.

The battle under the fortress was still going on, Galen gasped and once again brandished his dreadnought sword to cut off a human head, Olaf was not to be outdone and cut off a human head as well, and Ash shot an arrow. The Barbarian King raises his sword.

Svein inside the fort waved his hand suddenly.

An endless stream of black-armored samurai poured out.

No one knows the way, no one knows the way in the next moment. What terrible thing awaits them.

The next moment......

"Kara—" A slight cracking sound rang out in the windy air.

The pitch-black cocoon cracked a little.

A thick, dark-like flame peeked out of those cracks.

A little flame fell.

The moment a little flame fell, an arm that seemed to be made entirely of frost, and even the blood was flowing with frost stretched out of the endless darkness without warning, towards the pitch-black cocoon.

It's like picking a ripe fruit.

That hand was so swift that it was almost a yard away from the cocoon in the blink of an eye.

There is no need to calculate at all, not even a breath at all. No, it doesn't take half a breath, that hand can easily pick that fruit.

At this moment, General Burnham, who had been standing in the heavens like a sculpture, moved.

It moved the same without warning. With just one breath, he appeared in front of that hand.

He was still on his sword, his head hanging down, and the snow on his shoulders was still there.

It's as if they have stood there since the beginning of time, and have never moved.

The hand slammed into the scabbard of General Burnham's sword.

No light was emitted.

No heat is emitted.

Nothing else.

Just exchanging blows, separating.

"Get out of the way." Lisandro withdrew her frosty arm and looked at General Burnham with his sword in the air, his words as cold as her body.

"What do you want?" General Burnham did not move, his words calm.

The cocoon behind him made another cracking sound, and the time to break the cocoon was not far off.

"I said, get out of the way." Lisandro hugged the sleeping girl in her arms, and a bright frost began to rise all over her body.

"Tell me what you want." General Burnham was not at all frightened by the frost that was gradually eating the sky, and darkness rose all around him at the same time.

Purer darkness than the ones behind him.

The sound of shell breaking is louder, and the hatching is only a moment.

"Burnham, I don't have anything now, and you're different." Lisandro suddenly withdrew the surging frost and just looked at Burnham and said so calmly.

Although she didn't finish it, the meaning of the sentence couldn't be more obvious.

She has nothing, she can fight for her life, and General Burnham, you have everything, are you willing to do it?

Is it worth it?

"Because I have everything, there are some things that I don't give to you, and you can't rob them." General Burnham remained still, his words speaking calmly.

But it is calmly like the truth of this world.

The sound of breaking shells is a little stronger, and some things are fleeting.

"You won't let it?"

"I won't let it."

The wind howled in the sky, and absolute darkness and absolute frost stared at each other.

There was a moment of dead silence.

The dead silence lasted only a moment.

The next moment.

"Burnham—" Lisandro snapped.

With her roar, endless frost poured all over Burnham and the dark cocoon in an instant.

And at this very moment-

The fire was blazing. (To be continued......)

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