It's a hard-to-go duel without any bells.

Again, again.

At the time when the sun rises to the zenith and begins to set to the west again.

Constant bloodshed, death, bloodshed, death.

The number of corpses continues to grow.

The head of the city has long since become the hell of Shura.

Flesh and blood were glued to the city walls, accompanied by the sound of blades constantly slashing and rising, making the entire city head almost like a meat grinder running at high speed.

Twist, twist, twist, twist!!

"Poof-" Flesh splattered.

But no one retreated.

This is a battle that cannot be retreated.

This is......

"Drink!" Murphy exhaled, and the long sword in his hand rushed out against the sunlight again.

This is the first I don't know how many slashes, and also, the first I don't know how many kills to sink into the sand.

Durkkao, always like a mountain, stood in the way.

Although he only held a piece of iron that was about to completely decay, it gave Murphy the feeling that what he was holding in his hand was an invincible weapon blessed by the divine power of the heavens.

After fighting for so long, Murphy already felt a little overwhelmed.

Duke Kao, the old and sturdy man, was as calm as ever.

It's really, desperately true.

And what makes people even more desperate is the back.

Behind him.

Behind the complete fall.

Just five minutes ago.

The enemy army, which had suddenly appeared behind them, had completely torn apart their large rear.

Up to half a mana. Murphy will taste what it means to be attacked on the back of the abdomen.

Or rather, he's already starting to taste it.

Because, many soldiers have begun to fight.

When they saw that their backs were full of enemies, the soldiers who had been fighting for a long time finally began to disperse.

The morale of the army has collapsed.

This is an irreparable situation.

Murphy suddenly felt very weak, and his whole body was weak.

Physically and mentally exhausted.

He suddenly felt that the sword in his hand was so heavy and heavy that he was about to lose his grip.

He let the soldiers around him, light or covert, begin to retreat towards the rear.

There was no more such ferocity as before.

He was not in the mood to shout anymore. He felt his throat sticky with thirst.

He resigned himself to his fate. He saw it, he saw his fate.

The rushing river, which was magnificent at first, made a lot of splashes. It could even rush to the highest apex at one point. But eventually it merges into a calm tributary. The flow slowed down and eventually, it completely dissipated.

And now. The end is coming.

He Murphy. Light shield, in this life, will not be able to reach that apex.

He didn't have that kind of life, he didn't have that kind of strength.

Except for the surname Light Shield, he is actually useless.

At the end of his life, he suddenly understood these truths that he had not wanted to face.

"Demacia......" Murphy chuckled under his breath, and he finally clenched his sword, ready for this final hero.

That's all he's left for.

"Demacia !!"

"Demacia." There will be people shouting along, too......

Wait, here's ......

Murphy was stunned for a moment, and he suddenly felt that this voice was familiar, although it was so far away.

However, all of a sudden, he was full of strength.

Be......

He turned his head and saw it.

In the rear of the collapse, a loud dragon spear was firmly erected on the rout position, like a banner that did not fall.

It's a thousand armies.

It's a thousand armies.

Yes, Gavin IV.

That, his nephew who used to be extremely jealous.

Now, all he felt was tears.

They haven't lost yet.

Because, reinforcements have arrived.

Gavin has arrived.

This was followed by more, loud roars.

More reinforcements, joined the battlefield.

In an instant, the tide turned on Murphy's side.

They're going to win.

"Let Me !!" Murphy roared again, and this time, those who had been quietly retreating all followed his eyes again, "Charge!! ”

Another fearless charge.

But this time, for Durkkao, it was an extremely dangerous charge.

Originally, they were going to win.

Victory is within reach.

And now, all of a sudden, the balance of victory is out of sight.

Originally, this was their battle.

Only win, not lose.

Now, it's ......

Duke Kao laughed slowly and said, "Sivir, now we have less than a thousand people left, and the other party, there is a steady stream of reinforcements, are you afraid?" ”

"General Du......" Sivir also laughed, and she replied to Dukkao, only one word.

"Shhhh

This is due to the fact that the harvest wheel in her hand is too fast, and the wind brings it out.

She didn't say a word more, she just, with a quicker, whirlwind-like pace, began her final harvest.

Even if it's exhausting the last bit of strength.

Absolutely, I won't let a person walk in front of her.

"Good !!" Durkao, old Du, let out a heroic laugh, and he raised the knife in his hand like a rotten piece of iron.

Beauty under the moon.

One-hit wonder.

The rich light began to condense from that blade.

Blooming flowers at the end of life......

"Go ahead." He whispered.

The light that bloomed like moonlight enveloped the entire battlefield.

The whole battlefield is condensed.

Like the quicksand of time, little by little, it passes and returns.

The wind, the breeze, the blow.

The next moment.

"Rustle-" like the sound of everything in full bloom.

"Rustle—" and like the sound of everything withering.

Everything in the world grows and withers, winter goes to spring, only here, between a knife.

A knife past.

The entire walls of Noxus, the iron-blooded walls that had stood for countless years, began to crumble, as if countless years had passed, weathered into sand.

At the same time.

On the battlefield, countless weapons also decayed with this time.

Man, aging, withering, turning into dust.

A knife, like years.

Time is like a knife.

It's just a knife.

With a single sword, he smashed half of Noxus.

With a single sword, half of the battlefield was slashed.

After a knife.

The epiphany dissipated.

The most blooming flowers wither at the best time.

Lao Du slowly fell from the top of the city, following the knife in his hand.

It's like a flower that will eventually wither.

"Daddy!!" Katarina, already iron-blooded and ruthless, shed two lines of bloody tears.

Look at the old man who is slowly falling.

It's as if you saw the whole of Noxus slowly falling.

The walls have fallen.

One horse flat river.

Are you going to lose? (To be continued......)

PS: Second update.

Slept.