Darkness strikes.

General Burnham rushed forward with his sword raised.

A sword had arrived in front of Lisandro.

He no longer slammed his sword as slowly as he had performed noble swordsmanship before.

Each of his swords was as fast as lightning, and each sword was so strong that it pierced the void.

Each sword carried darkness and pierced into Lisandro's life.

The Sword of Killing.

Lisandro is not slow.

Or rather, Lisandro's frost reaction wasn't slow.

The frost that seemed to pour out of her skin wrapped her in layers, guarding her, as if spiritual, reaching exactly where Burnham's sword came before it struck.

Burnham's jet-black sword could tear through the void, but it could never break Lisandro's frost.

Lisandro just held little Anne in her arms, unharmed.

"Burnham, get out of the way." Lisandro still didn't make a move against General Burnham, "I don't want to kill you here, you don't deserve to die here, we should meet on a bigger battlefield." ”

"Zheng—" General Burnham didn't answer, he just swung his sword.

His sword snapped quickly.

With a long sword roar, General Burnham gathered the darkness that overflowed.

He raised his sword again and whispered, "Annihilation." ”

Annihilation.

Annihilation sword out.

Reverse time.

Burnham turned into a pitch-black streamer again, and stabbed Lisandro's brow with a sword against the frost that had not yet had time to close.

Lisandro didn't react, she didn't have time to do anything else.

When she was able to reflect, she didn't try to stop it, and there was no fear in her eyes, she just let out a long sigh.

A long sigh.

When the sigh is gone. The sword that slashed back against time also stopped.

Stopped three inches in front of Lisandro's forehead.

Burnham's sword failed to kill Lisandro either.

He seems to be ...... All the strength was exhausted.

A layer of frost swept through all around, coating his pitch-black armor and enveloping him, completely freezing.

It also froze the crumbling jet-black sword in his hand.

Sword of Pride.

Lisandro kept Burnham's worst pride.

She put away the frost and began to walk towards the demonic man.

She didn't walk fast, just took a slow step.

But that's where the step fell. Her whole body had already appeared beside the demonic man in the next moment.

Lisandro crouched down.

She didn't rush to enjoy the delicious meal in front of her, but as if admiring a work of art, she caressed the blood demon patterns that had not completely dissipated inch by inch, as if she was feeling the powerful black flames surging on his body before, and closed her eyes.

"Satisfying." Lisandro put away her hand in admiration, and she put it into her arms, on the girl's face.

She helped little Anne wipe her tears, silent tears.

"Don't cry." Lisandro shook her head, soothing, and re-extended her hand to the man's body in a soothing manner.

His forehead.

"Soon. You can ...... with him," she pointed a finger to the man's brow, "and we're together forever." ”

A little cold light poured into the man's brow.

"Woo-" The girl finally cried, breaking through the previous confinement of not knowing where to exist, she spoke, crying and shouting, "Komori Sen......"

Komori Sen.

Komori Mori ......

Komori Mori !!

"Teng-" Chen Senran opened his eyes.

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A lean horse went straight up the mountain of corpses and ran to Galen's side.

It rubbed Galen's body and greeted him affectionately.

"Xiaobai. Why are you? Galen lowered his sword and held it. Touched the horse's head.

It was a horse born in childbirth, weak and thin when he was young, and Galen thought of his mother and raised him, but he did not expect it to grow into a rare horse.

Galen has been riding it on the battlefield for the past two years, and it is also the first time he has ridden it on the endless wilderness with Katarina. Go pick a rare wildflower.

Caterina called it Xiaobai, and Galen called it the same.

"Xiaobai." Galen whispered, and suddenly burst into laughter.

Tonight is in chaos, but it can come to its side at this time.

Is it fate?

That's fine.

Have a companion.

It's just, that woman......

If both himself and Xiaobai are dead. How sad she must have been.

"Spiral—" Little White hissed, tugging at the corner of Galen's coat and motioning for him to mount.

Galen involuntarily rolled over and climbed up.

"Your Excellen......cy," the lieutenant next to Svein spoke again, eager to get the archers behind him to release their arrows.

In this way, the man who had terrified Noxus for years could die completely before his eyes.

"Well......" Svein nodded this time.

But only half of the order.

Because a sharp claw was pressed against his throat, he had to raise his head too high.

"Let him go." At some point, Reingar came to Svein's side, and he easily put his hand on Svein's neck and said the latest news he had received.

"Let him go." Svein had no objection, he was already certain that Galen would die in this state.

Although it is said that dying in front of him is a safe result, it is also a good choice to let him ride away on horseback and die in an unknown place.

It's like the legends of the past.

The warlike general fought alone in his last battle, and the last man and horse disappeared into the sky.

Galen is worthy of such glory.

Because Svein suddenly admired him a little.

Svein rarely convinces people in his life, and if he insists on saying one person he obeys, it is General Burnham.

And now, Galen can be counted as the first half.

for his invincible posture.

Galen staggered back on his horse, his mind a little confused, and he only had time to draw his dreadnought greatsword and start riding out.

No one stopped him, and Svein had already ordered him to let go.

All the Noxian assassins who were going to kill him made way for him and watched him leave quietly.

It's like watching a hero go away.

A legend is born.

Galen could no longer feel the pain, he rode numbly through the night, he did not know where the road was heading.

He didn't know where he was going, maybe it was the edge of the sky.

He patted his horse and unexpectedly touched a jug of wine that he had hung on his horse and had not had time to drink.

He picked up the wine, drank it, and sang a song.

A song, a song that has been circulating in Demacia for many years:

"My dear girl, I will go on a horse, and I will go to win the feat, and I will marry you in the coming year.

My dear girl, there are thousands of acres of blue sea, and I miss you for thousands of acres.

My dear girl, if the leaves of the coming year are yellow, I have not yet returned to you.

Please don't worry, I'm on my way home, I'm running in the sunset.

I love you, I love you.

My dearest girl. ”

I'm going home. (To be continued......)