June 5, 216 in the continental calendar.

The Supreme Council announced the formal establishment of the Pan-Continental Anti-Demon Alliance, gathering the troops of all the righteous city-states in the continent to form a demon-slaying alliance and holding a huge mobilization meeting at the War College.

The Speaker of the Supreme Council, Lalivash, issued an impassioned declaration to exterminate demons and officially assumed the title of commander-in-chief of the Demon Eradication Alliance.

Each of the seven city-states issued a manifesto expressing their full and unconditional support for the Parliament's decisions and pledging to fully cooperate with any of its needs during the war.

This day is the prelude to the beginning of great destruction.

It is also the preface to the official appearance of the Demon Triumvirate on the stage of history.

On this day, one of the triumvirate demons, the impermanent demon, Sacco, finally transformed from a killer hidden in the shadows into a peerless beast that shocked the entire continent.

this day.

At the moment after all the city-states publicly declared their support for the council.

The head of Demacia, known as the gate of the brightest, most just, holiest and fairest city on the entire continent.

Sixteen decapitated corpses hung silently.

These sixteen corpses are all the most powerful figures in the royal court of Demacia, except for King Gavin III of Demacia, who escaped.

Starting with the right minister of the kingdom, almost all the heads of important departments were slaughtered.

Blood dripping from the severed necks of those corpses, combined with the declaration of justice that had not yet dispersed, was like some kind of strong, bloody warning.

On the second day of the confusion of the Demacians.

Piltover.

The city of science and technology has the city center with the most complete security system on the mainland.

Sixteen, headless corpses were also hung.

Again, the heads of various departments at the top.

Again, a silent and presumptuous drop of blood.

Day 3.

It's almost like a plague.

Albeit. The most well-prepared, the most tenacious defense has been prepared.

But Zaun, the old rival near Piltover, a vicious city also known for its technology, suffered the same fate.

It's still sixteen.

Downtown.

It is said to be able to monitor every corner of the city.

One. Naked slap.

Panic, already boiling.

But the nightmare is far from over.

Day 4.

Bandel City, which is already helpless.

All the armed forces were concentrated and all the key people were protected in a closed room.

The agreed sixteen headless corpses were still unhurriedly suspended at the highest point of Bandle City, the cruise take-off station that everyone could see.

And the most ironic thing is that the corpse of Teemo, the captain of Bander's famous special forces "Main Ship Scout", who was once rated as the most powerful special forces in Bandel City, known as Bandel's filter, can make any hostile infiltrator have nothing to hide. Also on it.

This is no longer a naked slap in the face, but a living threat, for everyone on this continent.

Day 5.

When everyone's eyes were on the distant snow-capped mountain of Freljord, to see if that terrible claw had also reached that cold plain.

The killing, it seems, has stopped.

It seems that the terrible claw, also injured by Freljord's freezing air, failed to complete the promised killing.

It's in. Freljord himself felt relieved that he had escaped.

The next day. In the tent, they found sixteen important people of the tribe who had been drained of blood for a long time.

The agreement was not violated.

Killing, all over the continent.

All the corners.

And at the center of this series of bloody events, there is a crude doll.

It's the kind of common. The toys that the circus clown would use to make people laugh had a wicked smile on it, as if it were mocking the incompetence of all those who dared to oppose it with contempt.

It has made countless people remember the fear at the same time. I also remembered the presumptuous and arrogant signature in the pool of blood, on the city walls, and among the ice fields.

Murderer: Nicolas Sarco.

That's it.

Sacco, the lowliest clown of the circus once upon a time, used his knife and terrible gore to make everyone remember his name as a nightmare.

This is the first preview of Sacco, his bloody art in front of the world.

Also, the most gorgeous, show.

A huge panic began to sweep across the continent.

The wave of justice, which had just been brought to the apex by the council, was instantly eroded by the terrifying storm created by Sacco.

For a time, everyone was in danger.

No one dared to mention the word "exorcism" anymore.

The whole anti-demon cause, as if at the beginning, suffered a huge, setback.

"He just wants to use such means to sue me, will he not compromise?" Lalivash couldn't help but laugh, turning another page of the General History of Valoran in his hand, and said, "What childish anger. ”

He seems to really have no feelings, not at all, and don't care at all about the series of bloody and terrible events that have recently occurred on the mainland.

Not afraid, not worried.

"That's true." Ezreal was still standing behind Lalivash, looking at the vast lake with a slight light rain today, and felt that his body was continuing, something irreversible, terrifying to him.

He felt himself slowly becoming human.

The appearance of a person.

However, he couldn't be happy.

"However, it is always a hidden danger." He barely bred up his spirits and analyzed the recent murders in the major city-states.

The terrible guy who had killed people and left behind the killer Sacco had become a shadow in the Valoran sky.

"Don't worry." Lalivash said again as if comforting, and turned to the next page, "You better care about your marriage to Caitlyn first, how is it, has it been decided?" ”

"I'm ......" Ezreal fell silent again, and embarrassed.

He didn't know how to answer that question because he wasn't ready.

Also, likewise perceived, some, uneasy aura.

So he had no choice but to say: "I think it's better to solve the great trouble in the East first." ”

"A big trouble?" Lalivash laughed again, this time, loudly, "Don't use such exaggerated words, they can't even make a small wave, trust me." ”

He stopped laughing, stood up, and reached out to the world of light rain.

A drop of rain fell on his hand, leaked down, and hit the surface of the lake, spreading ripples in layers.

In fact, the waves have already risen, and they are not small at all. (To be continued......)

PS: First update.

Bathe.

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