At the east gate of Fidellet, Sheena, disguised as Lester, was silently walking towards the outside of the city.

Morris asked softly as he followed behind Sheena.

"Master, have you really made a decision?"

"Well, it's all up to you, even if Fidlett is destroyed...... At least keep some of the fire, Brother Lester told me that he will come back one day, and although I can't protect the Emerald Collar, I must also leave Brother Lester with the possibility of a comeback...... Beneath the Gorrell Mountains is our last hope, and as long as we live, this war between man and God will not end, and hatred will drive us to do more. ”

Sheena turned around, and Morris quickly knelt down on one knee, but was gently pulled up by Sheena.

"Uncle Morris, you have watched me grow up since I was a child, and you are also the most loyal subordinate personally selected by Brother Lester, the person I trust the most, I can only rely on you now."

"The host ......"

"I'm going to delay as long as I can, and I'm afraid that even if I judge 'Lester,' God's lackeys won't stop."

Seeing Sheena leave, Morris clenched his fists and turned around.

Hecht, Dimaster, and Didiste appeared from the corner and gathered around Maurice, except for the Nosles, who was still a doormaiden in Demacia, the first generation of Night Blade Killers selected by Lester reunited.

Handing over the three of them to the three of them in different secret letters and the Emerald-Leader Power Insignia that had just been written, Morris lowered his voice.

"Time is running out, old folks, I wish we could meet again."

……

During the operation of the Night Blade Slayer, all the soldiers and generals who were still in charge of law and order were forcibly recruited, and the important talents and powerful families of the Southern War Workshop, including Zilam and Trisley and others in the fortress, got on the carriage heading south, preparing to take refuge on the south coast of the continent through the Shining Silver Mountains.

"I Have a Catalogue of Ghosts and Gods"

Another group of important craftsmen had been arranged by the Nightblade Slayer to make their way north to build a new stronghold in the Atlan ruins beneath the Gorrell Mountains, and as for the rest of the Emerald Lords who were still worried in the room, Sheena couldn't do more.

If the gods insisted on wiping out everything, then no amount of effort would be useless, and it would be impossible to evacuate Fidlet's population of more than 100,000 people.

Sheena can only do what she can.

Walking out of the city gate quietly, everyone was attracted to the divine messenger Simmond, and Sheena was about to announce her existence, but she was blocked by a sudden palm and forcibly pulled to the corner of the gate.

Before Hina, who had mobilized her divine power to prepare for a counterattack, she heard a familiar and unfamiliar voice in her ears.

"This is my business, don't interfere, let them explain the rest, and nod when they understand."

Sheena's eyes widened and looked at the familiar man who was 'hijacking' her, except for the grayish white complexion, the rune-like black tattoos on both sides of her cheeks and the tear moles at the corners of her eyes, the man looked exactly like Lester, and soon Sheena's shock turned into surprise, glancing at three women with different styles, Sheena nodded vigorously.

"Good."

Sheena, who was let go by the man, took off her mask and was about to hug the man in front of her, but the man held down her shoulder and pushed her away.

The black-haired woman was directly stunned, she was seriously hurt by this simple act.

"I'm Liszt, not Leicester, don't come near me, I'm not used to hugging strangers."

"Yes...... But ......"

"Verenis, stop her."

"Yes."

Seeing that the man was about to leave, the distraught Sheena wanted to follow, but was stopped by Vernice's outstretched hand.

"Master, he made his own choice, let him go, as for his amnesia, we will tell you slowly, briefly introduce yourself, her name is Soraka, she is a prophet from Shurima, she is a warrior from Ionia, her name is Phantom Snow, I am the master's maid and guard, from the North Sea, you can call me Vernices."

"Brother Leicester...... What the hell happened to him? What does amnesia mean? ”

Verenis sighed.

"That's a long story......"

……

"Get out of the way."

"Get out of the way."

Pulling away from the soldiers with a blank face in front of him, Lester walked all the way, and the shadow crossbowmen soldiers on both sides seemed to recognize the identity of the visitor, although they were a little confused, but they still took the initiative to make way for the person who didn't look easy to mess with.

Sensing the commotion behind him, Epsol, who was riding a tiger, turned around and saw a man he hadn't expected at all.

"Your Lord!?"

"Hmm."

Not knowing the surprised general in front of him, Lester waved his hand, not about to say anything, but saw Epsol take the initiative to kneel down on one knee, his left hand supporting the hilt of his sword, and his right hand clenched into a fist in front of his chest.

The soldiers, who rarely saw Lester's true appearance from the actions of the Legion Commander, also completely confirmed the identity of the person who came and saluted one after another.

"Your Lord!"

A little irritated by such a battle, Lester didn't bother to pay attention to it, and left Epsol by mistake, and the man chose to continue forward, close to the dangerous big bald head.

By the time Lester reached a distance of more than ten meters in front of Simmond, the last rays of light disappeared on the other side of the mountain, and the sky darkened.

"Lester, are you ready for trial?"

Seeing Leicester, Symond, somewhat surprised, had to stop preparing to attack Fidlet.

"Who do you want to judge?"

The beautiful language echoed in the air, and both Simmond and the Emerald Lord's soldiers were a little unable to react.

Is there something wrong with this lord?

Taking advantage of the fact that Simmond was choked and unable to speak, Lester jumped straight into the pit, and the blonde woman was still unconscious like a swan covered in bruises, and came to the woman, Lester took the woman's hand and began to input life energy.

Finally suppressed the evil fire in his heart, and Simmond, who was about to make a move, was not ready to continue wasting time, but received the intervention of his master again.

[Let him heal Kyle, don't interfere]

Lester, who had been given more time, quickly allowed Misha's injuries to recover a little, and the woman opened her eyes, looked at the expressionless man in front of her, and muttered.

"Leicester ......"

"It's good to wake up."

Letting go of Misha's hand, Lester turned away without hesitation, the cold attitude made the woman's heart ache, and the grievances in her heart had nowhere to vent, at this moment, she couldn't help but remember what her mother Mihira had said to her when she was not awake.

Does he really know this man?

The other half, jumping out of the pit, Lester moved his muscles and stared coldly at Symond.

"Judge this and that every day, hehe, you can't even be a man, isn't it fun to be a dog for others?"

"You're looking for death!

！ ”