The majestic pressure pressed on everyone's chest in an instant, and the dazzling thunder in the sky made everyone subconsciously close their eyes, and the sound of violent lightning strikes was everywhere, it surged into their ears from every corner, and kept roaring, roaring, roaring in their entire brains.

Countless thunderbolts exploded in the sky, raging, and spreading everywhere, crawling up every person's body from all directions, invading every inch of their skin, every cell, and soul.

At that moment, the entire world was suppressed to the point of suffocation.

Everyone forgot to breathe, many began to tremble, many couldn't help but start curling up on themselves, and many more wanted to run away desperately at that moment.

It's just because the man who came down from the sky is as strong as a god.

Galen also forgot to breathe, but he did not close his eyes, did not tremble, did not curl up, did not flee.

He was looking at the sky, at the first berserker of Lockfa, Olaf, who was wrapped in infinite thunder and lightning and could no longer see his true face at all.

Olaf was already too fast to catch with the naked eye, and the thousands of thunderbolts that enveloped him made the barbarian of the Northlands look like a real divine punishment that had fallen from the hands of a god in the sky or beyond.

The strong are unstoppable, unavoidable, and helpless.

Powerless.

It seems that there is really nothing that can be done.

Galen looked fixedly at the light in the sky that was so strong that it seemed to sweep away everything, it shone on his face, illuminating every inch of his face, there was no joy or sorrow in his eyes, the sword in his hand remained in that position, he had no defense, no retreat, he seemed to accept his fate.

Is it really resignation?

On the high ground, everyone reacted as quickly as possible, Ash pulled his bow to the maximum, Caitlyn began to pull the trigger, Sejuani began to laugh, the barbarian king Tedamir prepared to throw his long knife at the barbarian, only Jace was still feverishly preparing for the eighteenth shot of Mercury's cannon.

The thunder continued to surge, and the overly strong thunder was already about to consume Galen's face, and he finally moved.

Galen stuck his sword in the deep snow, and then, slowly, half-kneeling in the snow.

He knelt down like a devout believer waiting for the Father's final judgment.

He really seems to be waiting for a quiet death.

Is it really over?

All the splendour, all the grandeur, all the immortal ambition just vanished?

Time stood still in that moment.

The thunderbolt stopped.

The wind also stopped.

In the stagnant wind, Ash pulled the bow to the maximum, Caitlyn's fingers began to pull the trigger, the smile on Sejuani's face was pulled halfway, the long knife in the hand of the barbarian king Tydamir was half off, and the Mercury cannon boiled for the eighteenth time.

The grand thunder eroded half of Galen's face.

Galen took a deep breath.

The world took a deep breath.

Suck.

Call.

"Whew—" As the breath came out, Galen spat out two words, as if he had spit out the last prayer, and he read:

"Justice—"

This sound was not loud, it was not grandiose, but when this sentence landed, the highest part of the whole sky, above those thunder and lightning, lit up with a more magnificent light, and that light covered the thunder and lightning, and covered everything.

That light is like the sun, nay, greater than the sun, it is solemn, solemn, unshakable, like justice itself.

There was a faint song in the sky, in the light, the song was soft, low, but through the roaring thunder, it resounded in everyone's heart, many fears, many fears, many unstoppable were removed from the bottom of the heart.

In the song, countless lights converged into a sword, that sword was simple, simple, but it had everything, and it stabbed towards the surging thunder light.

Slowly, but beyond everything, beyond the rules, beyond time, one blow has gone straight into that unstoppable thunder.

The light was surging, and the dazzling thunder slammed into the grand sun-like light, and the distorted light began to spread infinitely from that thunder light.

The entire world has been turned into a hell of light.

In the hell of infinite light.

The wind whistled by.

The wind snapped, the bowstring snapped, the bullet popped, the knife roared, and Jace pulled the trigger at the back of the bolt.

"Boom ——————"

Boom Boom

An infinite roar began to wreak havoc throughout the heavens and the earth, and the entire world seemed to be plunged into the first big bang of the universe.

Waiting for destruction, but also waiting for rebirth.

The Big Bang lasted a full three minutes before the hell of infinite light slowly receded.

The world has finally been resurrected.

The snow and fog in the sky have not fallen, and they are still floating in the sky.

The rare warm afternoon sun of Freljord reigns upon the land.

Only this time, it was no longer the snow that shone on it, but on the earth that Freljord hadn't seen the sun in countless years.

The deep snow beyond the canyon had been uprooted a full hundred yards from where Galen was, and it had flown into the sky or evaporated.

Blood and minced flesh flowed into the frozen soil of Freljord, which had not been watered for many years, and countless soldiers were seriously injured and even killed by the blow just now.

The wails of the surviving soldiers echoed throughout the canyon, and those piercing shouts made Galen vomit a mouthful of blood.

Galen, he's not dead yet.

The man at the center of the terrible explosion survived tenaciously with his dreadnought sword.

The first moment his eyes regained their vision, he couldn't wait to start searching for the formidable Lockfa berserker.

But he didn't see it, he heard only wails and flesh all over the ground.

Galen exhaled and barely got up from where he was, he didn't have much strength now, he needed to get back to his people quickly.

He didn't believe that Olaf was dead, because he wasn't dead either.

He needs to clean up the mess before ......

Galen's mind broke the moment he turned, and he stared in a daze at what should have been the high ground, almost spurting out a mouthful of blood again.

Because, they ...... It's gone.

The high ground had been razed to the ground, and all the main forces were gone.

What's going on?

Galen felt like he had been killed all at once.

And at this time, behind Galen, the Noxian fortress had quietly opened its door.

The sword is bleak.

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