Ground.

The tug-of-war is still ongoing.

Ezreal, who has already burned his own life, is naturally difficult to deal with.

Even if Anne lifted the shackles and burst out with the strongest strength.

I still can't say that I can really beat him like that, let alone kill him.

Ezreal, still advancing.

Move forward.

His burning continues.

The upper limit of his power is unraveled layer by layer.

Ezreal, too, was the top genius on the continent.

Being able to enter the War College with the first grade in Piltover that year was in the limelight in the entire War College for a while, gaining the attention of the entire council's top brass, and finally gaining the recognition of the ancient artifact in the Shuriel Desert.

He himself is a legendary being.

Even the dark years of depravity that followed did not damage his prestige in the slightest.

Some people will say that his character is not good, that he has a bad personality, but no one will question his strength.

His strength is overwhelming.

In addition, at this time, he was fully baptized by Lalivash's void energy, and his strength increased by leaps and bounds.

It's not the same at all.

And at this moment, he is even more burning, burning his life.

Thus, Ezreal, so to speak, has reached the strongest peak of his life.

He should be unbeatable.

"Roar—" Roar, angry roar.

"Boom-" collision, angry collision.

It is, Valoran's two eras of the top geniuses, head-to-head.

This is a decisive battle of cross-generational significance.

Epic showdowns.

This is the World War I that should be recorded in history.

In the summer of June in the year 216 of the Valoran continental calendar, on the plains of Noxus. Flowing fire like snow.

The sun slowly sets in the west before the walls of the sea of black roses.

It's ragnarok.

This is the dawn of the great ruin.

No one, can be spared.

"Boom-"

I don't know how many hits.

The friction between energy and energy caused the cracks in the entire space to extend infinitely like a spider's web.

Ezreal, burning even the pupils of her eyes with demonic darkness.

He finally came. At the feet of Tibbs.

He looked up, and Anne was on the bear's shoulder, looking at him.

"You shouldn't be moving forward." Anne said, with a calm look in her eyes, as if she were persuading a lost traveler.

At this moment, her whole body is filled with a kind of sacredness like the light itself, as well as a natural domineering and majesty as a queen.

Her words are like a precept.

A command.

A command that must be executed.

In a word, heaven and earth.

Anne at the moment. It has reached the point of near-domination.

To be able to reach such a state at this age, I have to say that she is really an unobtainable treasure in this era.

However.

Ezreal.

He just looked at her and bowed his head.

He heard the words that seemed simple and plain, but in fact extremely domineering.

But he does not carry out.

Anne is the queen of the country. But he is not a subject of this nation.

He's going to keep going. His kingdom is ahead.

There he will reign as king.

So, he chose and moved on.

He raised his hand, and the boundless extreme darkness condensed again, forming a long black spear.

He pierced and stabbed towards the huge mountain-like Tiebs.

"You shouldn't ......," said Anne a second time.

Ezreal. This is disobedience to her.

It's absolutely irreverent.

Therefore, she had to punish him.

She raised her hand as well, and the flames, the purest of them like blood, condensed into a scepter.

She waved her hand. And the scepter fell.

This is the wrath of the king.

"Hmph-" Ezreal snorted coldly, he raised his other hand, and in the next moment, the extremely black matter condensed into a huge shield.

Darkness to light.

Red and black.

"Roar-" Tibbs suddenly roared in the sky, disrespectful to Ezreal, and contemptuous of it.

It lifted the massive paw of its foot that was about to be impaled by Ezreal and stepped towards Ezreal.

"Poof-" The sound of piercing was so crisp that it was indescribable.

The black spear crossed the huge mountains without hindrance.

"Poof-" Intense magma-scented blood burst out from Tibbs's feet.

Ezreal swims against the current.

He was going to pluck off the head of the queen with his own hands.

"Roar—" Tibbs let out a cry of pain, and it seemed to be a little unsupportable, and fell to its knees, the ground.

Anne frowned a little distressedly, and she stroked Tibbs's hair lightly, staring directly at the daring monarch killer.

Again, the slender palm was opened.

Not the scepter this time.

It's a long sword.

When majesty is not enough to suppress rebellion.

Only by shedding blood can the world remember the fate of rebellion.

"Hula-" The majestic bear paws rushed towards Ezreal who was swimming against the current along with Anne's flaming sword.

In the great shadow, Ezreal, small, like an ant.

But it's a tenacious ant.

"Thorn-" Again, he crossed the giant bear's paw.

He cut off the sword of repression.

He came to Anne.

He wants to kill the king.

"Death, my dear, little Annie." There was a rare hint of a smile on Ezreal's face, a very calm smile.

He raised his spear.

And Anne's brow furrowed even deeper.

She reassured Tiebs again, leaning into his ear as if to say something.

Then she ascended to a higher heaven.

The sun was behind her.

She raised her hands in the air.

Facing Ezreal standing with a spear.

It's like, holding a sun in your hand.

"Drink, !!" Until this moment, the whole battle, which seemed to be a silent silent drama, finally surged, with the first hint of a different tone and melody.

Killing.

Ezreal, like a meteor, recoiled towards the sky.

Inch by inch, he tore through the space, turning day into night.

He was wrapped in darkness enough to swallow a qiē.

I'm going to challenge the sun.

And Annie, she finally moved.

Her whole body reflected a dazzling light, in the sun.

It's as if she herself became the sun itself.

She closed her eyes.

She waved her arms.

She, left behind-

Sun.

The sun, the boundless sun, the sun, the light that envelops the whole world.

Engulfed, a qiē.

There is only light.

That light even affected Chen Senran and them.

The six people who were forming a circle and encompassing their entire hearts into the terrifying Void Storm.

I also felt the sudden burst of sunlight.

Good strong sunshine.

strong, so that Chen Senran couldn't help but turn his head sideways.

He suddenly had a bad feeling.

Annie...... (To be continued......)

PS: Second update.