"Wow, guess who I saw."

Trist took the ghostly figure that had merged with the thunder with great ease.

He laughed as he looked at the sharp blade that was so close at hand, and at the sneaky face that could not be seen clearly in the bright thunder.

A nightmare.

Or rather, a nightmare.

"If I'm not mistaken, you're the Phantom Morpheus, aren't you?" Trist continued to study the nightmare in front of him.

There is no consciousness in the midst of thousands of thunders.

Phantom Morpheus.

A former member of the Void Alliance.

It is also the dream demon that ravaged the continent hundreds of years ago, the true body of Moteng.

Hundreds of years after it disappeared.

Actually, it appeared in the scroll behind Ruiz.

It was sealed in that scroll, hundreds of years.

It should be Lalivash who did this.

But it doesn't matter.

Importantly, it's now Ruiz's ......

"Stooges? Unexpectedly, one of the members of the most powerful Void Alliance back then, now, has become a lackey of a mortal in this world. Trist let out a long, embarrassed sigh, but it sounded more sarcastic.

With a flick of his hand, he sent the menacing Morpheus, or Moteng, back directly according to the original trajectory of the attack.

The thunder fell and disappeared again and again around him, but it didn't hurt him at all.

It was like he was taking a bath of thunder and light.

"You can't stop me." As he spoke, he took another step forward.

"And what about me?"

In the thunder light, there was a rumbling sound of wind cutting.

For a time, the wind and thunder were fierce, and an even more terrible storm was rolled up.

The sword hero in the wind, Yasuo, stepped on the wind. Slowly coming from the thunder.

His sword was still in its sheath, and it was not drawn.

The sound of the wind had already cut Trist's cheek, and his long dress was almost torn.

Trist didn't speak, just steadied the hat on his head that was about to fly, and narrowed his eyes to look at another place.

There, under the thunder. The blind monk Li Qing had silently lowered his arm and clenched his fist.

On the other side, Sun Wukong and Ahri also showed their figures.

All the people who were secretly protecting Anne appeared.

"And another?" Faced with such a scene, Trist just lowered the brim of his hat and whispered in a low, almost hoarse voice.

There's another one.

And another, naturally, refers to Soraka.

"Defeat us first, and then talk about those arrogant words." Yasuo snorted coldly. Slowly draw the sword, and suddenly the hurricane rises.

Even the thunder is even more turbulent.

This is the front end of the rising tide.

"Trouble." Trist still whispered.

The moment he whispered, everyone seemed to be stimulated by his short and arrogant words.

Instant shot.

Although there have been too many strong people in this world.

But each of them is still one of the strongest people in the world.

So when they shot together.

Heaven and earth will change color for it.

Thunder light, sword shadow, fist wind, stick dance, fox fire.

Everything is enough to be alarming.

Only Trist was still standing there.

He drew a card from his pocket.

He glanced at it.

I don't know exactly what it's on. He laughed.

The moment the laughter fell, he slammed the ground.

The next moment.

An incomparably large figure. From the underground, at the center of the earth, beneath the surface of the sea water of Birgewater.

Rise from the ground.

It held Trist's body and easily blocked an earth-shattering attack.

It rose to the top of the night, with a pair of scarlet eyes like the red sun, overlooking the earth. The sea, Bilgewater.

The whole world.

It's like the noblest king in the world, reigning over the world.

Lalivash.

Coming Again !!

It's just a pity, at the moment. It is also like the magic of the past years, reduced to someone else's lackey.

A dead dog.

A dead dog that can only be at the mercy of others.

This has to be said to be the greatest irony of Lalivash, the former king of the world.

It was at Trist's feet, holding him out a storm.

Thunder can't hurt him, swift swords can't hurt him, fists can't hurt him, stick dances and fox fire can't hurt him.

Trist, at this time, is the real king of the world.

He stands proudly at the top of the world, looking at everyone like an ant.

Behind him, there was still a faint mighty phantom shaking, like a god and a demon, and it seemed to protect his wings.

"As I said, you can't stop me." Tristalmo clutched the card in his hand, but his eyes were already in the distance.

"Get out of the way." He said.

Get out of the way.

And so it is like the ancient gods parting the tides of the sea, those who stand in his way.

Yasuo, Ruiz, Li Qing, Sun Wukong, Ahri.

It's like the tide of the sea, and it's separated.

The thunder dispersed.

The wind receded.

All of them were completely immobilized by an inexplicable force.

They were pinned down to the sides, and could only watch as Trist harnessed the massive demon god's body and moved forward.

It's like a courtier who was intimidated by the king, and the emperor who saw them off in the middle of the road.

OK.

Luckily, Soraka had already taken Anne with her at the beginning.

Otherwise.

It's really unimaginable.

However.

However, it was on Trist's way.

End.

A figure, on this starless and moonless night, wrapped in the starlight and moon shadow in the sky, appeared.

Soraka.

She's back.

She stood on Triste's path.

The stars and moon are full of body, like a goddess of stars and moon.

"Are you going to stop me?" Trist stood at the top, looking down at the goddess of the world.

Soraka didn't answer, just looked up at the sky.

The dark dome of darkness covered by thick clouds.

Just like her life that has been shrouded by starlight for more than ten years.

She let out a low roar, and the starlight that surrounded her actually rushed towards the dark sky.

And actually, so really, tore open the closed sky.

Suddenly, the stars fell.

fell on her.

In this moment, this woman who had almost become a god.

Finally, at such a moment, I touched Shinto again.

"Stop." She closed her eyes.

The brilliance of the stars and moon is getting thicker and heavier, and more and more of the sky is being civilized.

More darkness in the deportees.

The light of the stars and moon in the sky, centered on Soraka, is slowly baptizing, this dirty and sad world.

"Nope." Trist shook his head.

As the starlight was about to envelop him, he shook his head firmly, resolutely.

He refused. (To be continued......)

PS: First update.