Rengar smelled a strong smell of people and fire.

Burnt taste.

His head finally stopped hurting a little, because his destination was already in sight.

The black flame in front of him burned very strongly, making him a little hot.

But it was just heat, and he didn't feel anything else.

There was a little black flame that jumped out of his body, and he just slapped it out casually.

Black Flame can't do any damage to him, and he can't stop him.

His footsteps, his sight.

He had already stepped out of one foot into the Endless Black Flame, and his target was in the depths of the Endless Black Flame, at the forefront of the countless people who had been eroded by the flames.

A man.

A man with a sword like thunder.

This man Rengar has seen, and Rengar remembers his bravery and fearlessness.

He also wanted to keep his head in his collection.

His name seems to be ......

Gallian.

But it doesn't matter anymore, they're all going to die anyway.

Rengar never remembered the names of dead people, no, it should be said, he was never in the habit of remembering other people's names.

Mortals are prey.

Prey does not need a name.

Rengar has already opened his claws and stepped forward.

With just three more positions, he could take the head in one leap.

Come to think of it, at that time, the head will definitely not ......

Does it hurt again!!

"Roar—" Rengar let out a low growl, his whole body adjusted to the optimal state of the jump.

But just as he was about to blast out of Galen's head, his head ached again.

Pain.

It hurt so much that he almost rolled on the ground again.

Fortunately, he hadn't made a move yet, and he forcibly couldn't resist the momentum of his forward rush.

Took a deep breath.

For what?

Why don't you let me kill him?

Rengar almost roared in anger.

And his head gave him only one answer.

The time has not yet come.

What timing?

Occasion......

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The time has come.

Galen had already rushed to the front with his sword, his strength had exhausted, and the black flames had wrapped around his body.

He had no time to care about the entangled flames, only to let them burn his skin. And tired of the swords that kept swinging at him.

There were not many people who followed him, or rather, there were not many people who could follow him, most of them had been charred in the terrible black flames, and the rest of the centaurs who did not belong to him had begun to flee, only a few were loyal to him. Warriors strong enough were still braving the black flames that followed him forward.

"General......" A man in an obvious Demacian military uniform resisted Galen's hard fight, his body was burning with thick black flames, but he just said without saying a word, "We ......"

"Catch-...... Demacia, the first one" Galen interrupted him without letting him finish, and shouted word by word at the Endless Black Flame in front of him, "Never retreat!! ”

"Let Me ......"

The wind howled, and the flames were like demons.

"Charge !!"

Galen swung his sword suddenly, and the whole person whirled out with the dreadnought greatsword in his hand.

Flames burned all over him. His great sword was like the wind, and when combined, it was like a burning storm of fire.

"Almost." Svein looked at the man who swung his sword like a storm and nodded expressionlessly.

Behind him, countless longbows stood up.

On the bow, every arrow is as annihilated as darkness.

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Absolutely black flames pierced the sky.

The speed was so fast that it didn't even bring a hint of wind.

There are only absolute tears and annihilations.

Demonic men flocked to the battered fortress.

Along the way, the space was constantly torn apart, shattered, and overlapped by shocks.

The entire world was under the impact of that man. Turmoil is like the end of the world.

In barely a breath, the demonic man had already rushed into the fortress.

The crumbling fortress, already licked by the flames, could not withstand the onslaught of the demonic man.

You don't have to touch it at all. Wherever the man went, the ruins and ruins melted away like thin snow turning into spring water.

There is nothing in the way.

No one could have been able to withstand such a terrible blow.

A man like a demon is like a sword.

From heaven to earth.

Falling like a meteor.

The violent momentum seemed to pierce the surface of the earth and penetrate deep into the center of the earth with a sword, and even the deepest earth fire lava would be devoured by a little.

Leave nothing to chance.

Slash them all, kill them.

"Kill !!" For the first time, the demonic man spat out the whole word, and the bloodshot in his eyes completely filled the entire socket.

There is no longer a shred of rationality. Only demonic.

Magical streaks like blood.

The black flames of the entire world gathered behind him in an instant.

The sword kills.

Kill Kill !!

The invincible sword crushed everything with the roaring black flame, stabbing the black-armored man lying in the center of the entire ruins.

The center of his eyebrows.

Burnham.

He seemed to have been badly wounded by the blow he had received from the previous blow, and he was stuck deep in a huge pit and did not get up.

Only his pitch-black sword stood proudly, not falling.

Is it to die proudly?

The killing sword suddenly reached a three-inch place.

General Burnham was still lying in the pit. It seems to be true, and there is no longer the ability to fight.

Is it really going to die?

A man who has looked down on an entire continent for hundreds of years.

A man who will never fall down like a god of war.

Burnham. Darkwell.

Do you really want to give up your glorious centuries of prestige?

Long sword to an inch.

One inch from the center of the eyebrows.

The demonic man did not stop, on the contrary, his eyes were bloodshot, and the demonic nature was even stronger.

The black flames that had gathered were completely concentrated on the emerald green sword.

The black flame is like a dragon, and the jade long sword trembles like a bell.

Emerald Dream, is it also happy at this moment that he is about to avenge the death of his master?

Yi, you are in the spirit of heaven, and you should also ......

Rest in peace.

Rest.

Half an inch after the most descent.

The fierce black flames had already covered the black armor that seemed to never break, and the invincible sword qi crushed the black armor with a piercing snapping sound before the blade arrived.

Armor piercing only for a moment.

Die, or, not die?

Win, or, not win?

"—" General Burnham let out a long sigh that seemed to have lasted many, many years ago.

It's like he's been waiting for so many years, and finally has a result that he wants.

The long sword pierced through the layer of black armor without hindrance, the center of the eyebrows.

There was no sound, no flesh or anything.

It's empty, like a void that has pierced centuries.

The next moment.

General Burnham reached out and grasped his sword.

Sword of Pride. (To be continued......)