On the eighth day of the Heavenly Fire.

The second day of the Great Breakdown.

The whole world has become purgatory.

Under a canopy without day and night.

Everyone has gone into a frenzy.

The first is Demacia.

Under the premise that the undercurrent is surging in the country and the resistance is continuous.

Jiawen III's move to still want to go east at any cost finally caused the most terrible backlash.

Under the persecution of the suffocating atmosphere of the last days, no one retains the original little reverence for royal power in his heart.

They rebelled.

Frontal resistance.

Uprising.

The people, there is an uprising.

In this way, Demacia was plunged into civil strife before the so-called Second Crusade of Gavin III could be carried out.

The once just and peaceful and orderly city-state of Demacia was instantly engulfed by the flames of chaos.

Killing, bloodshed, death, ruining miè.

The irises fell to the ground, but no one shouted long live Demacia.

These are the worst of times.

Then, there was Piltover and Zaun.

On the premise of reaching an offensive and defensive alliance, the two sides have already begun to develop more powerful scientific and technological equipment to resist this apocalyptic disaster.

However, the threat comes from the outside.

Mountains.

The Freljords who were also affected by the apocalypse.

Almost all the tribes of East Freljord came in the direction of Zaun and Piltover.

They need land, food, and security.

After a series of unfortunate peace talks.

The war began.

There is no shackles of snowy mountains, no restrictions of League of Legends.

The brave and ferocious Snow Mountain people have finally shown their invincibility to the whole world.

Although both Zaun and Piltover have incomparably developed scientific and technological weapon systems.

But under the attack of pure natural force and survival instinct.

They're still losing ground.

Although the headquarters of the two city-states have not yet been breached.

However, the peripheral areas have been basically lost.

Plus those swarthy cracked heavenly holes in the sky.

No one knows what tomorrow will look like.

Maybe ruined miè. Or, or ruined miè.

Ruined miè.

For yodelers.

Destruction is already close at hand.

Despite all the strength that has been raised to resist.

But the destruction of Miè is still approaching.

The fury of the flames from nowhere, little by little, is pushing the whole city of Bandel to hell.

The defenses on the perimeter of the city have been completely destroyed.

All the yodelers shrank into the inner city.

Relying on the last city defense system to maintain, the last life.

Flames have enveloped the entire city.

All the jungle trees were burned to ashes.

Fertile fields overturned.

Ten thousand trees turn to ashes.

All night long, all night, can be heard. There was an arrogant and terrible laugh that rang out throughout the city:

"Suffer death, poor fools, I will burn your bones to ashes little by little, and this is what happened to Blonn Lannid if you dared to betray me, hahahahaha!!hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Finally.

Who can come.

Save us?

Finally.

Who can come.

What about saving the world?

Noxus.

Or the last pure land of Valoran.

Except for the long marks of cracks in the sky.

Orange-yellow unchanged sky color.

There is also the out-of-the-sky fire that falls from time to time.

It was quiet here.

Although I was also scared.

Although I am also full of confusion about tomorrow.

But in the end, there was no confusion.

Although Chen Senran seems to have made a retreat.

But before he officially announced that he had abandoned Noxus.

All the Noxians, including the old nobles, who had opposed him the most fiercely, were convinced. Chen Senran will come back to save them.

Therefore, the situation in Noxus can still be stable.

But it's just a steady dìng.

The top brass of the Noxus military department sat at the long table day after day, frowning.

"What the hell do you say is in the sky?"

As if talking to herself, as if asking someone else, Caterina said somewhat unconsciously.

"I don't know, maybe it's just a prank?" Sivir seemed to be trying to tell a joke. But in the end, there was no laughing.

"Do you think something will come out of it?"

This is what Raven asked.

"I don't know." Caterina shook her head.

"Is it really the end of the world?"

"I don't know. Maybe. ”

"Will he come back?"

"I don't know."

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When the whole of Valoran fell into despair.

This small village is no exception.

It's a village with nothing too special.

Wheat fields, low houses, and endless fields.

Saco took his Jessica on the country road, walking unhurriedly.

The ever-orange-yellow sky overhead makes the surrounding Qiē look extremely quiet and uneasy.

"Why did you bring me here?" After a long time. Jessica finally asked.

"Because this is my hometown." Sacco was silent for a moment, looking at the huge crack in the sky and said.

In the distance, there were huge craters that had been smashed open by the fire.

This small and unknown village is also suffering from this world.

It's like it was back in the day.

"Oh? Are you coming back for revenge? "Jessica has certainly heard the story of Sacco, his sister, and his eternal destiny.

But she asked calmly. There is no fluctuation of the slightest emotion.

"I don't know, maybe." Sacco was also calm, and he narrowed his eyes and looked back at the strange and familiar village.

The paint on his face was a little hard.

"Maybe it's just homesickness." He said softly again.

"Do you really feel homesick? Think here. Jessica stepped forward and stood side by side with him, looking at the village as well.

"Do you still want to kill me?" Or calm, calm to death.

"Yes." It's light, still like the wind.

"Then kill me, before the whole world is ruined, your time is running out, the world, is about to be ruined." Sacco sighed and laughed again.

He drew his dagger.

Now that the world is going to be ruined.

Then all the hatred should be sorted out together.

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Freljord.

The Ice Field.

When all living beings leave this extremely cold place.

There was only a void figure, floating at the highest point of the entire wind and snow.

He raised his arm.

He was calling out to the Void, the power of the Void.

He's calling.

His calling is nearing the end.

At this time, the entire sky dome has changed from orange to yellow, to purple.

In his ears, the curses of a bird on a certain mountain peak that could not descend were getting more and more faint.

It's at this time.

In the snowstorm.

appeared.

An elegant figure. (To be continued......)