A sword, over the obstacles of time.

Before the surging black flames in the sky completely engulfed this world, they stabbed straight into the center of the black flames.

The man who was like a demon.

The demonic man didn't seem to react, he was still stuck in the time of the previous moment, he was still opening his blood-covered eyes, and pointed his long sword at the man who should have been engulfed by the black flames.

The Absolute Black Sword went one inch further.

All the darkness that had shrunk to the sword pierced the man's brow half an inch in front of the man's eyebrows.

The demonic man suddenly raised his sword, blocking the absolute black sword with a speed that was also beyond time.

Swords intersect.

"Ding-" made a sound that was crisp to the extreme.

Like the chirping of some kind of spring-ready bird.

There is an incomparably strange beauty in the endless black flame.

There was a moment of stagnation in time and space.

Two long swords that had also transcended time clashed together.

Black flame solidifies.

The entire world realm, at that moment, was like a peerless burning picture.

The next moment.

The black flames began to dissipate.

The darkness also began to dissipate.

The two absolutely terrifying long swords slowly separated.

No explosions, no bangs, no tsunami-like destruction.

Everything is quiet, like the leaves falling in late autumn and the snow falling on winter nights.

Snow on winter nights.

A patch of snow fell from the endless sky.

It landed on General Burnham's pitch-black armor.

Tonight, it started to snow again.

Burnham slowly plunged his pitch-black sword into the ground, and his whole body also half-crouched on the ground with the sword, and at that moment, he seemed to have a sigh.

The wound in the center of his pierced brow no longer released darkness and was empty. It was as if his soul had completely escaped.

And the man who was like a demon, the blood in his eyes was no longer rich, and little by little it was reduced to pitch black, and the blood-like magic patterns on his body also retreated, no longer jumping like a snake.

He could no longer hold the sword in his hand, and he couldn't even hold it on the ground like General Burnham did. His whole body fell limply and heavily.

Like a fiery rune that has run out of energy.

It seems to be a lose-lose situation.

The snow continued to fall.

Float down the second, third.

The fourth piece.

As the fourth snow fell, a little extreme frost suddenly brightened up from the darkness and rushed towards the fallen man at a speed like falling snow.

Unstoppable.

Surprisingly.

It's like a yellow finch that has been left to the back of the skin.

But at this moment, the half-crouched on the ground with his sword, like a dead General Burnham, suddenly got up and raised his sword.

A sword, slashing towards that bit of frost.

Darkness returns. The pitch-black sword light blocked the little frost in the way, revealing her figure.

Lisandro.

"Burnham, you shouldn't stop me." Lisandro was not angry, she stroked the delicate face of the girl who was crying silently in her arms, and said in a manly voice, "You know, with your current condition, I can kill you." Although, I don't want to kill you. ”

"Lisandro. You shouldn't have insulted me. General Burnham laid his sword across the demon man, "It's a fair duel, and he'll have to die at my hands." ”

"Duel is such a thing......" Lisandro sighed, "since when did you believe in the rules of mortals?" ”

"It could be ......" General Burnham raised his sword, he was probably laughing. It's been too long. ”

He said this very softly, as if he was saying it to himself.

When this sentence fell, the fifth snow fell.

Darkness strikes.

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Darkness strikes.

In the darkness, the army, having lost the invasion of the terrible hunters, rushed towards the man who had been pierced through the heart by ten thousand arrows without any scruples.

Siege of Galen, begin.

"General. Let's go. Another Demacian soldier who had burst out of the endless black flames rushed to Galen's side.

He crouched down and pleaded.

"Yes, General, let's go." A third soldier crouched down and tried to lift Galen up.

"General, let's go." More Demacian soldiers shouted from the darkness.

They've collided with the fast Noxus assassins, and they've probably been burned to the last breath of the flames.

But they still picked up the sword at hand and began to fight, for, just, to Galen, fight, a little bit, time!!

"General!! I don't know who is roaring in the dark.

The sword cut through the wind, and flesh and blood splashed in the black flames.

Blazing.

"General......" everyone roared beside Galen.

"Get up." Galen finally had some reaction, he refused the hand that was holding him, and he stood up from the ground with a hard hand.

He didn't go forward, he didn't run away.

He turned, reinserted the dreadnought sword in his hand into the ground, and clasped his hands on it.

Cloak Hunting, he carried a long black arrow on his body, and in the dark, as usual, calmly ordered: "Prepare to meet the enemy." ”

His voice was steady, as if he wasn't hurt.

The voice, which was so steady that there was no hint of retreat, made those soldiers give up the idea of persuasion.

They tightened their grips on their swords again, turned around, and joined their commander in a whisper to the raging flames and swords, "Yes!! ”

With this sound is falling.

Snow also fell.

Snow stubbornly fell through the intense black flames to this bloody battlefield.

Blood also fell.

The first drop of blood splashed down on the knife with a swift charge.

The first Noxian assassin team member was surrounded and killed by the desperate Demacians.

The second Noxian assassin broke through the first line of Demacian defense, slashing his sword with those behind him.

The whole battlefield was finally strangled together.

Many of the Demacians had completely lost their combat effectiveness, but they still fought with the best strength and will, and used the maximum amount of strength and will they could to stop the advance of the Noxians.

Because, their commander, the man who could not be defeated, was watching them from behind.

How can it be...... Fall down?!!

But the combat effectiveness of the Noxus Assassination Team is so strong after all, and it is waiting for work.

After holding out for almost five minutes, someone finally rushed in front of Galen.

He didn't make a sound, didn't laugh, didn't smug, like those sharp arrows stuck in Galen's body, and slashed at Galen with hard and indifference.

Straight to the throat.

None of the fast Galen's side had time to give up their lives to stop it.

I could only watch as the knife slashed towards Galen.

"General!! Everyone shouted helplessly.

"Clang-" There was a heavy clash of steel.

The next moment, Galen.

Galen, who was already covered with ten thousand arrows, suddenly raised his sword, and he slashed the quick knife with a single sword.

The dreadnought sword tore through the night and decapitated the head.

"Poof-" The sound of a long sword piercing a human nerve slamming into flesh.

In the wind.

In the wind, Galen raised his sword and roared: "Invincible!! ”

It's like proof that he's not dead.

"Invincible !!"

All should be in harmony.

As if to prove that they are not dead.

The killing continues.

Later, the Demacians who had been burned by the black flames finally couldn't stand it.

Even if you shout invincible, you can't resist the real swords and flames.

More and more people rushed in front of Galen.

They formed a circle and killed the men who were defending Galen one by one.

Then he was killed by Galen one by one at his feet.

Mountains of corpses have been formed.

Galen stood alone on a mountain of corpses with a dreadnought sword.

He didn't have much strength left, and he even had to rely on his sword to keep himself from falling, but when he looked at the Noxian assassins who were still rushing out of the darkness, he roared, "Come here, you will die a glorious death." ”

It's some kind of heroic dignity standing firmly.

"Do you want to release arrows?" An adjutant standing next to Svein asked, looking at the Demacian man who had already killed the Grim Reaper, and then at the longbow behind him.

"Nope." Svein shook his head, and he touched the wounded crow on his shoulder.

The wounded crow chirped lowly.

The remnants of the fighting and the burning of flames echoed the darkness around them.

It's like a sad elegy.

"Heroes deserve a glorious death."

At this moment, a thin horse suddenly rushed out of the darkness and went straight up the mountain of corpses. (To be continued......)