"Tedamir !!" Galen slashed open a flower-like black flame that was coming at him head-on, and roared around.

The pitch-black flames had engulfed everyone, and Galen could no longer see his army, nor his enemies.

He can only look for possible surviving allies by yelling.

But no one answered, only more raging flames and swords answered him.

A sword that came from nowhere.

They stabbed Galen at the vital point from all sorts of treacherous angles.

Galen had to carry his sword to block it.

But under this block, more swords were drawn.

They attacked intensively, neatly retracted, and the intensity was more ferocious than the flames.

Galen took three steps back, and although he was not hurt in any way, he felt a hint of solemn pressure.

The swords were calm and cold, leaving no room for each attack, and Galen could feel the same flames burning in those who wielded them.

But they attacked with meticulousness, as if they were completely unaffected by the flames.

This terrible self-control and execution made Galen think of a name -

Noxus Assassination Squad.

His old rival.

Svein, finally got his hands dirty.

"Svein !!" Galen swung his sword once again to push back the attacks from the endless darkness of fire, and with a thrust of his sword stabbed the heart of a man who had not had time to retreat, and he lifted the man aloft and roared in the darkness of the flames.

Svein didn't answer, he stood outside the battlefield, the flames that devoured the sky and the earth could not erode him, and a circle of miserable green brilliance continued to regenerate and annihilate around him, protecting his last bit of foothold.

As if he could see clearly the hellish battlefield surrounded by black flames, he indifferently commanded the black-armored assassins behind him who were also eroded by black flames to charge towards Galen.

He had only one purpose, and that was to kill Galen.

Although this sudden black flame disrupted most of his plans. But it also helped him complete most of the planning.

After this war, both Freljord's power and Demacia's power will be dealt a fatal blow.

If by then, the pride of the whole of Demacia, the greatest hero of the Demacian military in the last decade, Galen, would have died again......

Then everything will be very good.

Svein waved again.

The Noxus Assassination Team is rushing forward again.

Pitch-black flames wrapped in pitch-black armor. They were like a group of Grim Reapers, the embodiment of black flame.

Galen swung his sword again to behead a member of the assassination team who tried to cut off his head.

He gasped heavily.

He was a little tired.

The day's fighting had already consumed most of his strength, and now the ubiquitous black flame had overwhelmed him.

Facing the same ubiquitous fierce sword, a trace of weakness flashed in his heart.

He knew that he had been defeated, and that the nearly 20,000 people of the coalition army were all engulfed by this sudden fire.

Not many will survive.

But he also knew that Dosejuani had also been defeated, because all of her men were within the range of this flame attack.

So if you rush forward and rush out of the range of the flames, everything will ......

Maybe it's still possible!!

"Charge with me!!" Galendi didn't know how many times he raised his greatsword and roared in all directions in the endless fire.

The tongue of fire spreads, and the blade of the sword is like thunder.

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Dark.

Endless darkness.

Endless darkness spreads from the tip of Burnham's sword. The moment he slowly raised his sword, he rushed towards the man covered in demonic patterns like blood.

Overwhelming.

Crush the black flames and void along the way, until you want to assimilate all the different colors.

But the man with the magic pattern like blood didn't even look at it, he just snorted coldly.

Then the body went wild.

In an instant, he appeared in front of General Burnham, who was still slowly raising his sword, from his original position.

He crushed the darkness, ignoring all the rules of squeezing and the limits of time and space.

He just moved, and then drew his sword.

All the pitch-black flames that were still swimming in the entire world at the previous moment rushed towards the emerald green great sword at this moment.

The sword spits fire like a dragon.

In just an instant, all the black flames seemed to gather on the emerald green long sword.

A sword, a world.

The emerald green sword easily pierced through the darkness that seemed to block everything.

With a single sword, it stabbed General Burnham in the center of the eyebrow.

General Burnham was still holding his sword. He didn't seem to react, and he seemed to be waiting leisurely for the sword to arrive.

Until that emerald green sword carried the black flame that wrapped the whole world and crushed all the darkness. It's half an inch before his eyebrows.

He was able to backhand and block the pitch-black long sword in his hand.

"Ding-" The unbelievably crisp sound of the exchange resounded in the endless pitch-black world.

It was like an incredible ray of light.

The demonic man was shocked to take a step back, and the black flames that followed him also dispersed under this retreat.

And General Burnham was still standing there, not moving, not sad, not happy.

From start to finish. It was as if he had blocked a sword with his backhand and repelled that peerless blow.

Elegant, it's almost like doing the most standard display of aristocratic sword skills.

"Teng-" For such a failure, the man who is like a demon does not have any mood swings.

He didn't roar, he didn't get angry. He just added a little more surging anger to his eyes—

Then out the sword.

The black flames of the entire world gathered towards him again.

The demonic man stepped forward, and the emerald green sword in his hand was once again—

Spit fire like a dragon.

A sword, a world.

The second world realm suddenly pressed on General Burnham.

This time he was waiting, and his hand was there.

He seemed to be convinced that this sword could still be repelled by the pitch-black sword in front of him.

Motionless.

Immovable as a mountain.

"Ding-" The swords exchanged blows again.

The result is still the same.

The man who was like a demon took a step back.

But he only took a step back, and he didn't stop after taking this step.

He drew his sword again, the third sword.

The third sword slammed into the mountain-like black sword.

"Ding-" General Burnham finally shuddered.

"Ding-" The fourth sword.

"Ding-" Fifth sword.

"Ding-" The sixth sword.

"Boom-" landslide.

At the time of the sixth sword, the immovable mountain finally collapsed.

General Burnham was struck straight out of the void to the ground without warning.

Darkness shatters along the way.

Once again, the Black Flame devoured everything, reigning over the land.

The demonic man stood high in the sky and looked at the man who had been bombarded all the way into the crumbling fortress that had been licked by the black flames.

The body moves again.

Black flames surge again

Slash them all. (To be continued......)