The blue arcane energy did not deal any damage to Galen.

With a backhand sword, he slashed the blue arcane ball against the night wind along with the head of the best man in front of him.

Blood splattered in the wind.

Galen wiped the blood from his face, raised his eyes and glanced at Ezreal, who was aiming at him from afar, without showing too much anger and surprise, just calmly raised his sword and slashed at the other head and said, "Ezreal, I respect your choice, because if I were you, I would do the same, and no one should lose the girl they love." ”

"Thank you." Ezreal thanked him, and the blue arcane energy in his hand erupted again.

"But...... I'm going to kill you. Galen unceremoniously slashed once again with the burst of arcane energy, the burst of blood and raging energy that made Galen's face look a different kind of hideous in the endless darkness of the night.

He took up his sword, and the night wind brought up his hunting cloak, and he pointed at Ezreal in the wind and shouted to everyone, "Because you are my enemy!! ”

This roar shook the entire heaven and earth, making the Snow Mountain Alliance people who had just risen to resist stagnate, and those coalition soldiers and horses who began to be under the pressure of resistance were in vain.

In an instant, he pressed forward one more yard.

There are still seven yards or so left.

The situation is not rosy for Sejuani.

She glanced at Olaf obliquely, and placed the massive hammer in her hand on Caitlin's shoulder.

Olaf retracted his axe in a deliberate manner, turned his head and threw it in the direction of Galen.

"Ulla—" The heavy, rough axe broke through the wind and slashed several warriors of the Snow Mountain Alliance indiscriminately one after another, and rushed to Galen's face with blood in a ferocious manner.

and his dreadnought greatsword with a low clash.

"Galen—" Olaf squinted at him from afar, "your opponent...... It's me. ”

The last word fell, and Olaf pounced on Galen like a cheetah.

And as his whole body leaped high in the air, Ezreal's hands began to light up with a sea of blue.

The wind chimes drowned out all the shouts again.

But at this very moment—

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"Boom-"

Old Du's knife finally collided with General Burnham's sword.

"Boom-"

The flames on Chen Senran's body finally wrapped around Lisandro.

"Boom-"

The dark sea engulfed the helpless boat.

"Boom-"

The blazing flames burned towards the cruel frost.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

Boom Boom

Endless loud noises and unstoppable force began to rage everywhere.

It's like a demon who has been shackled.

A powerful impact rushed from both directions towards the door that divided the two different worlds.

The door to the large conference room.

Pitch black and flame at the same moment. They all converged at one point and tore the seemingly solid door clean.

Absolute darkness and pitch-black flames merged.

The two worlds began to merge rapidly.

An unknown light enveloped the entire world.

Deprived the entire world of everything it has.

All that remained was the screams of a terrible woman and the sound of a long knife cutting through the wind.

The endless roar rang out for a long time before it dissipated.

When the light falls.

The originally sealed and impregnable fortress had been battered with thousands of holes, and one of the biggest scars had run from the large conference room to the place where Chen Senran had fallen, leading to the snowy night outside.

It's like a terrifying spectacle of being stabbed by an unparalleled spear.

Everyone stopped their swords and looked above the city gate in surprise, as if they had not yet recovered from the violent roar they had just had.

They looked up desperately. But I couldn't see anything, I could only vaguely see a strong and slightly vicissitudes of life.

Lao Du.

He was on the edge of the notch, with a knife.

Wind and snow blew in and landed on his shoulders.

"You've lost." General Burnham finally stopped sitting in his chair, he took his sword, carried it, and walked from the end of the conference room.

In the crumbling ruins beside him, Delsius struggled to crawl out, carrying his knife indiscriminately. Charge at General Burnham again.

Burnham didn't even look at him, just let him rush at him, and was then struck down by the endless darkness.

"Plop-" Delsius fell to the ground, but he was still struggling desperately, and he was still saying something as he struggled: "Not ...... yet"

It seems to be ......

It's not over yet......

"It's not over yet." Lao Du lowered his head, hoarsely clutched his throat, grabbed the handle of the knife, and trembled to stand up. "I ...... It's not dead yet!! ”

"I ...... You still have the strength!! ”

"That's just ...... It's just the 300,000th time. I have many, many more...... Many, many times!! ”

"Arlo—"

"Arlo has been dead for many years." General Burnham finally walked up to him, "You should forget her, because you can't kill me, it's a pain." ”

"No...... No!!! Lao Du was still gritting his teeth and desperately trying to stand up.

General Burnham did not stop him, he carried his sword and stood beside Old Du. Quietly looking at the dark snowy night beyond the gap and the people still looking up under the city.

Like a peerless king.

After a long time, he sighed.

"Honestly, I really miss when you wielded a knife, you were really like one of my ...... Very old, old friend. ”

The sigh fell. Silent darkness enveloped towards Lao Du.

"Rest in peace, as I said, I'm going to leave you a whole corpse."

The darkness completely enveloped Lao Du.

"Aro......" he whispered.

"Teng-" A surging flame suddenly surged up from the gap at the edge, tearing through the darkness that enveloped Lao Du at once.

The next moment, the earth and rocks melted.

Black flames rushed up from below like a tidal wave.

In the tide, Chen Senran was bathed in raging black flames, and the whole person was flowing with raging snake-like black magic patterns, and scarlet blood streaked through his eyes.

With those endless tyranny and madness, he carried the jade long sword that belonged to Master Yi, slowly rose to the highest heaven, and aimed the tip of the sword at General Burnham.

It's like a god.

A murderous god.

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And at the same time.

Where no one can see.

Inside the fortress.

In that gloomy room.

Svein's eyes snapped open.

The crow on his shoulder squawked.

In absolute darkness, it was like a prelude to some kind of paradox. (To be continued......)

PS: By the way, Galen is ugly now