In fact, Trist also does good deeds occasionally.

For example, now, he insisted on hurking in a defunct tavern on the third basement floor of Noxus.

I'm not ready to go out.

At this moment when the soldiers are coming to the city, or the soldiers are coming to the city.

He still held a glass of cheap plum wine, shaking it slowly, not worrying at all that the next moment, a large group of wolf-like soldiers would rush in, burn and loot.

Because he knew that there was a group of people outside, waiting for him to go out.

He must not be exposed to them.

At least, not now.

Now, he's too weak.

If you are weak, you can only let Chen Senran protect yourself first.

However, Chen Senran was also happy to protect himself, because he also wanted to know what he had on him, which was enough to attract the attention of those guys.

He can be regarded as a bargaining chip, a bargaining chip that is enough for that group of people to temporarily stand on Chen Senran's side.

Therefore, if he doesn't go out now, it is really a good thing for Chen Senran.

"So we're really not going out?" Evelyn looked at Trist across from her with some strange looks.

She wasn't worried at all, or she cared about the war outside, anyway, whether she won or lost, it didn't have much to do with her.

Although she has some friendship with Anne and Chen Senran.

But after Trist returns to her world, only Trist is left in her world.

Although there is a little crack in this world, it is harmless.

What she was strange and puzzled about was that Trist had been so desperate before. It seems that he really wants to be reused by Chen Senran.

Now, but all of a sudden, I don't care, or rather, shrink?

"Of course, why should we go out, isn't it nice here?" Trist glanced at his boss, who had been knocked unconscious by himself. laughed and said, "If you have food and drink, you can at least stay up until the blood on the outside is dry." ”

In the last sentence, he said it very casually and bloody.

But that is, I don't care.

"You ......" Evelyn couldn't guess even more, but she vaguely understood something, just like she understood that the Trist in front of her was no longer the former Trist.

She got it, too. This matter, Trist, something is hiding from her.

"I don't care, really, Chen Senran, it's a good springboard and an amazing character." Trist is still slow. "Remember back then, I said it. This is a man with a lion in his body, and now, he is almost like a dragon, so ......"

"I don't care, because I'm going to ......," he said. Suddenly opened his arms, as if embracing the entire ethereal era, he said, "O man who dominates this era." ”

Specious answer.

But it's also an answer.

Finally, he said, "I really know how to tell fortunes." ”

For example, now.

"Tap-" footsteps.

Chaotic footsteps.

It was the sound of a lot of people walking and running together.

"I miss us. Maybe I'm going to have to go out for a while, so that I can dominate this era. Trist shrugged his shoulders and glanced outside.

There's something interesting going on there.

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Chen Senran began to have a headache.

The roaring long-range artillery was more powerful than he had anticipated.

The artillery, which was originally thought to be blocked with only one hand, actually involved most of Chen Senran's divine thoughts.

This made him have to frown when facing the frontal battlefield.

Because he knows very well that these battles of guns and swords, bloodshed, are just appetizers.

The real feast is far from coming.

The whole battlefield is like a game of chess with an unstable layout, and the real killer moves are still hidden in their respective formations.

As long as whoever can't hold back first and leaks a flaw, he will be killed with one blow.

"Boom-" was another shelling sound.

"Bang-" Not to be outdone, the Bilgewater musketeers on the city walls returned the color.

But after all, it was an absolute disadvantage in numbers, and the enemy army, which was several times larger than itself, was still pressing forward step by step.

"Can't wait any longer." General Dukkao, who had been silently killing the enemy on the city wall with a knife, seemed to be unable to endure such a slow death.

With a single sword, he slashed down the two brave and invincible Snow Mountain warriors who had already rushed to the head of the city, and looked at Chen Senran as if asking for instructions.

"Let's do it."

This has been said beforehand.

When the enemy's army pressed in and was forced to do so, they used the death stormtroopers that had already been formed to countercharge down the city to gain respite for their own side.

At the same time, get the chance to get a possible, completely crush the enemy army.

Although, to speak, minimal.

Chen Senran didn't speak, but just stretched out a finger to indicate that it was okay.

This is also a helpless move.

If the only advantage he has now is a little more than the opposite side, it is probably that there are more masters on his side than on the opposite side.

Whether it is the second of the Sacred Triumvirate, or Yasuo, Raven, Sivir, Li Qing, and Sun Wukong, they are all famous heroes on the mainland.

And also......

Anne, who was beside Chen Senran, squeezed Chen Senran's hand.

She wanted to go too.

"Yes." Chen Senran didn't stop it this time, and now his flowers are already in full bloom.

So what reason is there to keep her from flying unchecked?

Anne also thanked and whispered, I will be careful.

Then, she raised the flames all over her body.

The next moment.

There are thousands of thunderbolts coming down.

The Noxus death squads, probably the most luxurious lineup of death squads in history, charged angrily.

Flames, thunder, storms, starlight, swords.

Infinite energy shines in the sky.

Chen Senran stood behind this, rose into the sky, and together with Anne, drew the most perfect pen for this picture like the gods coming to the world with black flames.

And the Demon Slayer Alliance.

The people who have to face this qiē are still watching blankly, this sudden storm.

At that moment, they all looked at their commander.

The one who let them see God in the tent that night.

Ezreal.

Now Noxus is on fire.

The gods descended.

So, where does he go from here?

How to cope.

How can we prove that He is, the true, the true God?

Ezreal didn't move, he looked deeply at the howling storm, and once again, put his hand to his heart.

"Ladies and gentlemen." He said to the other generals around him, "Are you ready to offer sacrifices to God?" ”

He said this sentence like a god. (To be continued......)

PS: Second update.