Lily, who was facing away from Ryster and the sheep spirit, sensed the deadly threat, and her body couldn't help but tremble, if she wanted to dodge the attack, she had to interrupt the cast, but if she interrupted the cast, she would waste the results she had already achieved.

Although the low-level inferior demons transformed by infecting humans with worm blood are stronger than human soldiers, due to the disparity in numbers, hundreds of inferior demons cannot completely defeat the human alliance forces outside the city with their own combat instincts, and can only be done by her own control and strengthened with obsidian skulls.

It's just that if she doesn't dodge, her true body and soul will be attacked by the god of death in this world, and as a former nativee of the Runeterra, she will definitely die, and even the possibility of returning to hell and reincarnation will be erased.

"Don't be afraid, just leave it to me."

Just as Lily hesitated, Lyster's reassuring voice came from behind her.

After pacifying the female demon, Lyist took the initiative to stand in front of the sheep spirit's arrow path and used his body to block the sheep spirit's attack.

"Little sheep, I've been looking for you for a long time, and you're finally willing to come to me."

The bowstring was three points tighter, and the voice of the sheep spirit was particularly cold.

"So, it's a pity that you chose her."

Slowly approaching the sheep spirit, Lyster said softly.

"There is no choice, you are all my wings, I can't fly without one."

"Are you still saying these things that you don't know?"

"Haha, it looks like this is not the time to joke."

Sighing softly in disappointment, the sheep spirit lowered his eyes and let go of the bowstring.

"Hugh!"

The dementor arrow that came out of the string made a sharp arrow that hit Lyster's heart.

With a muffled snort, enduring the pain of tearing his soul apart, Lyster, who was stunned, still maintained a gentle smile and continued to move forward.

Knowing what was happening behind her, Lily lowered her head with a hideous face, greatly enhancing her manipulation spells.

"My arrow loss is composed of the energy of the underworld, after being strengthened by the soul bow, it has additional damage to the soul, even you, you can't hold three arrows, after three arrows, your soul will return to the underworld with me and endure the judgment of my mother."

Sheep Spirit turned his head to avoid the man's gaze, put the second soul arrow on the bowstring, and aimed his afterglow at the female demon of the other world.

"If you still think that I won't kill you, you're very wrong...... Give you one more chance, get out of the way. ”

The pale-faced Lyster shook his head, his steps still firm.

"Since you don't want to listen to jokes, let's talk about something practical,

Little sheep, you also know that this shattered world can no longer be maintained by repair, and even Maude Caesar, who is as powerful as the Mother of Masks, cannot expel Mordecaesar, who invaded the underworld, in order to calm the strife in this world as soon as possible, what can you do if you sell some souls?

Instead of continuing to let this world rot, it is better to directly overthrow and rebuild, and establish a Yin Dianyuan without the interference of gods and demons, where mortals can live happily, I have the ability to do all this, and I also have the determination to do all this, nothing can stop me,

Little sheep, work with me, you know that sooner or later the Mother of Masks and the masks she makes will die at the hands of the Ethereal Lord, including herself,

I know that the rules of the underworld are not perfect, and tinkering with this shipwreck is a road destined to have no future, otherwise Mordecaesar would not have had a chance to take root in the underworld, and the Mother of Masks and Mordecaesar have been fighting for thousands of years, and instead of expelling Mordecaesar, he has become stronger, which is enough to explain the problem. ”

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Without refuting Lyster's claim about the Mother of Masks and Maude Caesar, the sheep spirit shook his head.

"I can only say that you are whimsical, there will be no Yindian Garden in this world, whether there are gods and demons or not, there will never be Yindian Garden...... Where there are human beings, there will be strife, but this alone will not change. ”

The second arrow pierced Lyster's abdomen, Lyster's eyes were dark, and he took the initiative to stagger forward, and when the sheep spirit took out the third arrow, he pounced forward, and hugged the sheep spirit tightly.

Accompanied by the fragrance of flowers on the other side, the small body of the mirror claw came with a cold and soft fluffy touch, and Lyster instantly found a familiar and unfamiliar position in the soft short hair, and couldn't help but clench it with his big hand, holding the balance point of the sheep spirit slightly warped.

The sheep spirit's eyes widened, and the spirit body that didn't feel any sense instantly lost any strength, and could only lean its body completely into the man's arms.

"Little lamb, you are so ruthless, you are going to murder your husband."

Talking about witticisms to divert attention, Lyster, who was in great pain because of the heavy trauma of his soul, took the initiative to use his technique, as if to transfer the pain to the palm of his hand to increase the force, I don't know if it was an illusion, the lamb's hand seems to be better than before, tight and elastic, open the palm can be grasped, and I can't put it down.

For Lyster at this moment, being able to have a point of force can be regarded as finding a trace of comfort in the heart-rending pain.

I didn't know what Lyster was thinking at the moment, as if he had regained his human body and returned to the material realm, the sudden warm touch made the sheep spirit's thinking enter a state of stagnation, and the soul arrow in his right hand returned into the purest underworld energy and dissipated in the air, the sheep spirit could no longer use any strength, and the soul bow slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

At this moment, the sheep spirit nestled in Lyster's arms seemed to return to the night when the wolf was expelled, it was the first time she felt the temperature of the world since she put on the mask, and it was also the first time she felt that there were really people who would resist the erosion of the underworld and get close to her extremely lonely self.

Although the wolf also loves her, she knows that the wolf is only her separate power, the wolf loves the sheep, but she loves herself, she is just deceiving herself, she is still a lonely watchman, alone from beginning to end,

The wolf was only her last hope in despair, and now before complete despair, a person appeared in front of her,

The man pursued his own ethereal traces, maintained his dilapidated temple, whispered all kinds of things to his idol in the silence, and although she did not show up, she was always by her side every time the man looked for her, and that was when she was most relaxed and happy.

Even if he showed his weapon to him, even if he hurt him again and again, he still chose to embrace himself gently.

Now, because of her duty as a god of death, she has hurt the only man in this world who cares about her......

What exactly should she do?

After Lyster fell to the ground, the sheep spirit took one last look at the man, and then stepped back without looking back, his body dissipated in the dark qi, and the lost sheep spirit even forgot the soul dementor bow that never left his hand.

Seeing the sheep spirit flee from him, Lyster endured the severe pain and picked up the white short bow on the ground and stood up, and after taking a look, he closed his eyes.

The moment he started the short bow, the sorrow of countless souls came from Lyist's ears, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye, only the cold death qi continued to flow from the right hand into the body endlessly, trying to turn the body full of vitality into a white bone skeleton.

"Even if you are a warrior who has been tempered for thousands of years, if you don't have the means to recover your body, I'm afraid you will die in less than a second."

The life energy that had been saturated actually surged again, and at a certain moment, Lyist even felt Elena's presence again, and he forgot the last time he sensed Elena's breath.

For most people, the deadly death qi is just the same as the overflowing vitality in the body, and the two energies of life and death are strangely fused together, which is similar to the concept expressed in the Yin Yang Fish Taiji Diagram.

"Life and death, reincarnation is not endless...... In addition to being able to erase the soul, this short bow also has the function of leading the soul to the river of the underworld to be reincarnated, and this short bow itself has the concept of life and death, no wonder it can easily accept the life energy in my body,

It is impossible to do this through enchantment, how on earth was such a powerful weapon created? Could it be Orn's craft? ”

After opening his eyes, Lyster, who had found the point of balance, was no longer directly disturbed by the death of the short bow, and all obstacles were suppressed by Lyster to the lowest point of unaffectedness.

Taking a deep breath, Lyist aimed in the direction of no one, pulled the bowstring, and a white arrow full of life energy suddenly appeared, and the wooden products in the lord's hall actually began to take root, growing vines and flowers at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the pain of Lyster himself was alleviated a lot.

Seeing that the lord's hall was about to become a botanical garden, and he was not sure what the consequences of this arrow would be if it was shot, Lyist slowly relaxed the bowstring, dispersed the life energy, adjusted his body and reopened the bow, with the condensation of dead air, this time a black arrow appeared on the bowstring.

In an instant, the dead air far beyond the underworld suddenly dispersed, and the young shoots of the plants that were still alive just now withered and died in the blink of an eye, the wood rotted, and the metal products became rusty, as if they had been shelved for a thousand years, and before the situation became worse, Lyist did not hesitate to relax the bowstring and disperse the terrible dead air.

Even so, the hall of the lords has become unrecognizable, not at all like a place where people can live, but like a decayed and dilapidated monument for thousands of years.

This power has surpassed his knowledge and understanding, far beyond ordinary magic and spells, even the forbidden spells recorded by Black Rose and Gushurima,

This kind of energy is probably the same level as the 'root power' of the world rune, and if you have to give a definition, it can be described as the power of law.

Lyist, who had more than one season, put down the short bow of the sheep spirit, and his eyes were a little complicated.

He can indeed do a lot of things with this bow, but compared to him, the sheep spirit needs this short bow more to deal with Mordekaiser's underworld legion, and if the sheep spirit refuses to come and get it, he will have to run to the underworld himself.

Thinking like this, Lyster pulled the bow again, and the life energy condensed into a white arrow, but the man turned the arrow and aimed it at his instep.

An arrow was fired, and Lyist shuddered as if his soul was soaring.

"Sure enough, it has the effect of healing the soul."

……

The riots outside the city continued until dawn and did not stop, but there was a tendency to intensify, and the frenzied soldiers who spread out of the western camp rushed out of the western camp and slaughtered other places in a purposeful and formation.

Even if the coalition forces were brought in, they could not suppress the disaster caused by the main formation.

Glinton, who had gone mad, cursed everything in front of him, swung his sword like a madman, and died in the riots of the night.

Senior, who had lost his command, sat on his knees sluggishly, his blade full of gaps, stumps and severed arms everywhere he looked, and in wisps of black smoke, blood flowed into a stream that flowed down the lower west.

Unable to bear the huge losses, the coalition soldiers had completely broken up and could no longer gather, and the losses of the Tacnus Legion were the heaviest, and there was not a single living Taknus soldier in sight of Senior.

"Haha!! What about people!? Where have all the people gone!? You're all back!! ”

Crying and laughing, Senior was on the verge of collapse, he had fought with Glinton all his life, and he didn't know how much blood he had on his hands, but he had never encountered such a strange thing.

He didn't know where the enemy came from, why his colleagues came with their own swords, why the stern Iron Army had become a madman overnight, and he didn't know how he could defeat these monsters who had become madmen.

How can he achieve victory if he knows nothing about the enemy? This is simply a despicable massacre.

Everything in front of him smashed into Senior's heart again and again like a siege hammer, but suddenly it was Brewsterburg beating the war drums, and Senior's face suddenly turned blue when he heard the drums, and he raised his eyes in the direction of Brewsterburg, and the next moment, the man seemed to think of something, and suddenly fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, and he couldn't get up again.

"Winter! Winter! Winter! Winter! ”

War drums thundered, hinges sliding, Brewsterburg's steel drawbridge was slowly lowered, Darskell, the deputy commander of the Dark Guard Legion, led a thousand black-armored soldiers to line up in front of the castle drawbridge, and the elite warriors of the Emerald Leader coldly drew their weapons and blocked the thousands of desperate Southern Empire Alliance troops with a cold light.

Captured by the momentum of the Black Armor Army, the defeated army that lost its organization could only dispel the idea of charging strongly.

Recalling the face of the Southern Empire coalition army when they attacked the city a few days ago, Darskell smiled coldly.

"You want to attack a city just because of such a small number of people, and you think too highly of yourself...... All soldiers obey orders! Get ready to charge! Crush your enemies with me! ”

"My lord! We're not here to siege the city! We're here for help! Please, save us! We are willing to surrender! I just want the adults to let us into the fort! Those monsters are coming! ”

The commander directly threw away the saber at his waist and fell to the ground on his knees, while the others also reacted, throwing away their weapons one after another and raising their hands in surrender.

"Yes! Checkmate! We don't want to be the enemy of the Emerald Collar at all! It was Timothy's imperial rebellion that coerced my family that I had to join his army! Have mercy on us, General! ”