Section 4: Blade of Vengeance

"When you really want to do something, this desperate desire gradually turns into an obsession, and it locks you tightly and makes you a prisoner of it. The only way to be liberated is to do anything for it, until one day, you completely abandon yourself and lose your rationality......

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One

When Anton Saron was in a daze, a dark shadow passed over his head, and before he could react, a long sword struck him head-to-head, and he quickly pulled out the blade on his back to block the fatal blow. However, this was only the beginning, and two more Shadow Blade warriors rushed out from both sides, stabbing at him with long swords, and the speed was embarrassing.

"Secret Method: Ice Barrier!"

Two thick walls of ice appeared on either side of Anton Sharon, freezing the blades of the opponent's swords. Just as he was distracted by the spell, the Shadowblade warrior in front of him turned his sword and twisted his blade away. "Ahh

The three battle-hardened Shadow Blade warriors didn't give Anton Saron a chance to fight back, and the two whose blades were frozen grabbed his arms, while the remaining one raised their swords and slashed at his neck—just as Anton Saron's head was about to move, three fine yellow rays of light struck the three enemies in front of him. The yellow light was impartial, hitting the enemy's throat, and the guys covered their necks and fell to their knees, suffocating to death in a short time.

"Fronsa—" Anton Sharon looked not far away, and Fronza was walking towards him.

"I can't always be your savior, Anton Salon!" Fronza spread his hands and showed a helpless expression.

"I had known - I would have learned the summoner's footwork with you!" Anton Saron lowered his head, his heart full of guilt, he knew that he was a burden to everyone.

"That's not something you can learn!" Fronza squeezed Anton Salon's arm, which had no muscles at all, "You see—a man of your calibre doesn't have an advantage in speed or strength—"

"Isn't that—am I—" Anton Salon's voice weakened, a sense of loss that extinguished all the enthusiasm and hope in his heart.

"Look over there—" Fronza gestured to Insominia, who was fighting a large group of Shadowblade warriors.

The sword in Sominia's hand shone yellow, and when it danced, it was as bright and beautiful as a band of light made of stars, and it was not so much that he was fighting but that he was dancing, and this dance was accompanied by the screams and blood of the enemy. Anton Saron watched intently, probably because the light was too dim, and he couldn't see Insol's movements with the enemy at all, and could only barely see their blades. To his astonishment, Insol's blade was always able to slice the enemy's blade to pieces, just as the Shadowblade warriors held wooden swords.

"Do you want to ask why Insol's weapons are so sharp?" Fronza raised an eyebrow at Anton Ssalon, who had already read the other man's thoughts.

Anton Salonn nodded, "He has his magic power on the blade, is that some kind of spell?"

Fronza smiled slightly, "That's right—the secret technique of the Spellbreaker family, called Rune Enhancement, is a spell that condenses one's own magical power into a weapon, so that the weapon is indestructible. ”

"Good—that's amazing—" Anton Salon, looking at Insominia fighting in the distance, couldn't help but admire.

"I'll do this too—" Fronza pulled a pencil out of his pocket, and the pencil suddenly glowed a blinding yellow, "All my pencils contain my magical powers, so they can cut through steel." ”

"I—can I do it too?" Anton Salon, looking into Fronsa's green eyes, trying to find an answer from there.

With a wave of Fronsa's big hand, the long sword that Anton Salon, which had just fallen to the ground, immediately appeared in his hand, "You can try-"

Anton Salons took the sword from Fronsa's hand and gripped the hilt of the sword firmly, trying to channel the magic power into the sword. Gradually, the sword body underwent some changes, and some fine pieces of frost appeared on it, and the frost continued to become dense and hard, and finally became a thin layer of ice. "Is that so!?" said Anton Sharon with a joyful smile on his face.

Fronsa raised his eyebrows, then raised the index finger of his left hand and pointed at Anton Salon's back. Anton Salon, too, was aware that a Shadowblade warrior had appeared beside him, swinging his sword and slashing at the opponent with great force—however, the moment his blade collided with the opponent's blade, it shattered into a dozen pieces...... The enemy's blade continued to move in its original trajectory, leaving a bloody wound on his body.

"You've done a miracle!Anton Salon!" Fronza laughed, "It's a miracle that your spell actually shattered your blade!"

Ignoring Fronza's taunts, Anton Salons leaned down to dodge another attack from the enemy, and hit the opponent in the lower abdomen with his "Ice Finger", and after a scream, the guy was sent flying ten feet away. "I knew I wouldn't be able to!" he grinned, touching his wound.

"Well—look at how people use it!" Fronza motioned to Anton Salon, continuing to watch the battle in Insomina.

Insominia's swordsmanship and Shadowblade warriors were not at the same level at all, and in his eyes, those guys were like powerless children. And that golden long sword, like a murderous beast with long hands and feet, can take a person's life in the blink of an eye. However, just then, a diminutive Shadowblade warrior rushed out of the crowd, this guy with two short swords in his hands. After nearly half an hour of fighting, Insominia met someone who could keep up with his sword speed for the first time, and even so, he still had an absolute advantage in size and strength. The other party seemed to realize this, so he held the short sword horizontally and prepared to give it a go.

The guy's move was strange, and he seemed to know that because Sominia's blade was sharpened like clay by magic, he turned his body sideways and slashed the tip of his short sword along the blood groove of Insominia's blade until it stopped at the hilt. Insominia chuckled, let go of his sword's hand, and deftly turned behind his opponent's back, flying as he leaned down. This counterattack was a must, and when the opponent realized that he had turned around, he immediately turned his sword and slashed behind him, and at this moment, Insominia had already leaned down in advance. The difference between these two actions is less than a second, but Insomina, who has superior skills, keenly predicts the opponent's attack method, and more importantly, he also attacks while defending-

Before the Shadowblade could figure out what was going on, he was kicked down by Insominia. However, he is also a battle-hardened warrior, and when his body is about to fall to the ground, he supports the ground with his hands, and his body immediately spins in a volley in the air. At the same time, he flew out of a short sword in his hand. Insominia dodged the blow sideways, drew the dagger at his waist, and stabbed the enemy with lightning speed, however—the Shadowblade seemed to have deliberately placed a loophole for Inthominia, whose real purpose was to fly out of a silver needle hidden in his sleeve—Insominia saw the silver needle, but her body continued to move forward under the effect of inertia— The next two events happen at the same time, with the Shadowblade's silver needle piercing Insominia's neck, and Insominia's dagger slicing her opponent's carotid artery.

"Oh no——!" Fronza frowned, appeared next to Insominha in the blink of an eye, and led the other back to where he had just stood, the whole process lasting no more than two seconds.

Although it was the second time he had seen the "two-stage zero-second teleportation", Anton Salon's speed had not been able to keep up with Fronsa's speed, and if anyone had told him that everything just now was just an illusion, he would have believed it.

"Actually—this kind of thing—" Insominia fell to her knees with her left side of her neck.

"That silver needle is poisonous, we must retreat immediately!" Fronza glanced at Insol, then turned his gaze to the approaching Shadow Blade warriors, his hands clenched into fists.

Just then, Sengana stumbled over, and the Shadowblade Warriors on his side were all disposed of. "Isn't it over yet—" As soon as the words fell, he heard a plop, and he fell straight to the ground.

"He—" Anton Saron looked at Singana's widening eyes and pale cheeks, his expression of surprise.

"Ah, ah, the guts are starting to fail—" Fronza scratched his thick blonde hair, "to make matters worse, those two guys in the tent may not be much better—"

"Fronsa—" Anton Salonn crouched down, a serious expression on his face.

"Ah——!? what's wrong with you—" Fronza glanced at Anton Salon, who had wanted to scold him, but his eyes widened when he saw the frozen ground beneath his feet.

"Secret Method: Ice Barrier!"

Anton Salon's hands were clasped together, and the powerful magical power was suddenly condensed between his ten fingers. The three companions around him all looked at him with the same surprised expressions, and he was a completely different person now than all his previous performances. In just two or three seconds, a huge wall of ice rose on the ground around the four of them, enclosing them and the tents behind them, the top of the ice wall was as jagged as the battlements of an abandoned wall, but at its lowest point it was more than five feet, and the Shadowblade warriors were all kept out.

"Incredible—Anton Salon!" Fronza applauded Anton Salon, looking at the glittering walls of ice and exclaiming, "Wow-oh."

"Fronsa, take them away, teleport them to safety-" Anton Saron coughed, the spell just now consumed a lot of his strength, "They must live-"

"Then I have to take you with me, I can't cheapen you and make you a hero!" Fronza said, disappearing from his companions. A second later, he appeared at the place where he had just been, and brought the unconscious Kimberly and Herbert with him.

"Your teleportation spell, teleport up to five people, you told me before!" Anton Saron looked at Fronsa calmly, he tried his best to suppress all the emotions in his heart, not wanting the other party to hesitate in the slightest, because the ice wall would not last long.

"Are you sincere?" said Fronza, who suddenly looked up at the gray sky, and his voice became very low, and it was the first time he had spoken in such a tone.

For some reason, the dust and mist above the glade faded little by little, like an earthy yellow gauze, dividing the world and the sky in two. Through the veil, you can faintly see the dark blue night sky, and some silver points of light shine from time to time, as short as the blink of an eye when sobbing.

"I've always wanted to be a respected summoner, and as my sister said, the value of being alive is to make the people around you feel happy, so that they can be healthy and safe. But, I'm a natural hate, and in the end, let me do something meaningful—"

"Ahh There was a rectangular in the center of the barrier, and four silver bands of light burst out from the four corners, trapping the four injured companions. "I agree—" As soon as Fronza's words fell, he disappeared with the four companions.

Anton Salon, looking at the place where Fronsa had disappeared, slowly closed his eyes, and two tears welled up in his eyes. At the same time, the surrounding ice walls shattered together, as crystalline, pure white, and fragile as snowflakes scattered in winter, so fragile that they died suddenly the moment they fell to the ground. The Shadowblade warriors, who had been trapped outside, quickly surrounded Anton Salon, the icy aura emanating from their swords and the fury that led their enemies to their deaths.

"Thank you, fellow companions, for the happy time you gave me, farewell—"

[Author's Note]

Two-stage zero-second teleportation: Zero-second teleportation, as the name suggests, is a teleportation spell that is released in an instant, because the teleportation spell is not directional, so the teleportation point can be chosen at will. Two-stage zero-second teleportation refers to "teleportation between two points in an instant", and in Valoran, those who possess this kind of magic are usually unmatched in speed. Of course, there are only a handful of people who have mastered it.

Two

In the dimly lit cabin, only on either side of the gate hung an oil lamp, which the Gregories had hung before they went out. The wooden window to the left of the door was open, and from time to time a cold wind blew in. There are three people in the living room, Aslema, Arroni, and "Catfish" Ste, who is lying on a wooden chair and snoring loudly. Asrema today wears a long black waistcoat and dark purple trousers with a hood at the back and a white shirt underneath that is typical of the "aristocratic shirt", so called because the collar of this shirt is embroidered with brightly colored lace. His appearance hasn't changed much from two years ago, except that his eyes have turned pale blue and his brownish-yellow hair has thickened. Of course, his white cheeks, which seemed to glow, were still enough to make all the girls' hearts move.

"Why don't you stop that hateful couple?" Asrema glared wickedly at Arroni, who was sitting nearby.

Eloni arched her lips, "Aren't you okay, they didn't do anything to you!"

"Didn't you do anything to me?" Asrema stood up and motioned for the other to look at his body, "They experimented on me!"

Aroni leaned over the table, put her index finger under her lips, and looked at Asrema earnestly, "Well—let me see—ah! They took your kidney?"

Asrema gave a helpless expression and turned her head, "What's in your head?"

"Ah——!" Eroni covered her mouth, feigning surprise on her face, "They replaced your intestines with tin tubes?"

"You're playing tricks on me, aren't you!?" Asrema gritted her teeth and tugged at Aroni's hair, "It's fun—right!?" His cheeks flushed.

"Ah——! why did this to me!?" Eloni pulled Asrema's hand away, her big silver-gray eyes glistening with tears, "Just kidding you—do you hate me so much?"

"Yes, of course I hate you!" Asrema turned and walked to the other side of the table, "A girl like you doesn't deserve sympathy, betrayal is your nature, and hooking up with men is your fetish." ”

Aroni touched her forehead and rested her elbow on the table, "I'm sorry - actually I- I've always wanted to apologize to you-"

Asrema had always thought that Aroni would have a big fight with her, but the other party suddenly showed this attitude, which made him at a loss for a while. He cleared his throat and softened his tone a little, "It's always so boring to bring up old things again!"

"So—" Eroni looked up sharply and looked at each other with a smile as if nothing had happened, "you forgive me, don't you?"

"Ahh

"Well—the long cold war is finally over!" Eroni stood up and stretched, "It feels so much lighter—we're still in company, right?"

"Partners who belong to the same organization. Asrema gave a superfluous explanation, and just then, Eroni handed him a cup of black coffee, "Poisoned—right?" To avoid embarrassment, it was the best language he could find.

Arroni nodded, "Drink it - if you drink it, you will become a wild boar and you will have no more troubles!" she said, covering her mouth and laughing.

Asrema snorted, took the coffee and took a big sip, "You haven't said a word to me for a year and a half, why are you joking with me now!?"

"I want to talk to you!" Eloni bit her lip and said, "Every time you see someone, your eyes are so fierce, I don't want your hair to be pulled down by you!"

Asrema chuckled and slammed the ivory cup on the table, startling Arroni, "Arroni!" he turned sideways and pointed at the other party, "I'm not like Anton Salon, I'll be coaxed by your words! I've seen many women, and I can make men softer with words than you!"

"It seems—you don't have a lot of preconceptions about me. Aroni sighed, she picked up the white trench coat from the back of the chair and draped it over her body, "The little henchman is a little much stronger than you, do you want to know what it is?"

"I'm not interested in that!" Asrema crossed her hands over her chest and turned her face to the side.

"The little follower is very sincere, although he is not good at words, and he doesn't understand anything!" Elony lowered her head slightly, and the image of Anton Saron came to her mind, and for some reason, the image was shattered the moment it was constructed.

"You're not fit to be a summoner, you should go to Noxus and live an upper-class life. Asrema whispered, "Compared to Anton Saron, you are more of a superfluous person!"

"No—" Eroni's words were evidently weeping, and she slowly walked to the window, the cold wind ruffling her long hair at the sides, "You don't know me well - as a summoner, I really don't have any more talent than yours. But as a nobleman, you're not much more sincere than I am—"

"The so-called aristocracy is someone who is good at disguising himself!" Asrema curled the corners of one side of her mouth, revealing an incomprehensible smile, "We have been asked to wear masks and live since we were children, how can we be sincere?

"I've not been a nobleman since I was eight years old, and my grandmother took me from Ionia to a small village southeast of Demacia—" Eloni looked out the window, it was pitch black, and she couldn't see anything clearly, "My sisters were surrounded by a large crowd of men from an early age, and they were proud of it, and I used to think it was an enviable thing—but then, when I really got that treatment, I knew what real emptiness was— That feeling of emptiness is like hunger, and it needs to be filled with greater satisfaction, but the more it is filled, the more empty I feel—until one day, even you ignore me—until one day, my little attendant let me know that it is a very happy thing to be sincere. ”

"Why are you telling me this?" Asrema asked, his tone suddenly much softer, and he never looked up as he spoke.

"I don't know—" Eroni snorted, trying not to let the tears flow, "—I'm still your companion, am I?"

"In the words of that fool at Fronsa, obviously. With that, Asrema turned his back to Eroni, who stared at the wooden ceiling of the living room, where the scenes he had once had with Eloni seemed to be being recreated.

For some reason, the oil lamps on both sides of the gate trembled violently, and the outer glass of the oil lamps was almost shattered. The three people in the living room, even Ste, who had slept like a dead pig before, all focused their eyes on the door. At this moment, a huge black magic mirror appeared there, and immediately after, a guy wearing a black cloak and a large hood walked out of the mirror.

"Eroni, take Side back to the house!" Asrema stared intently at the intruder, and a six-foot-long metal rod appeared out of thin air, engraved with golden spells.

As if she hadn't heard Asrema's words, Arroni stood there dumbfounded, her silver-gray eyes reflecting the image of the man in black, until Asrema shook her shoulder violently, and her soul returned to her body.

"What's wrong with you?" Asrema looked at the glazed Ironi, then turned to look at the man in black, "What did you do to her?"

"You-you're the Inquisitor—well, that's right—the Inquisitor!," Ste stumbled, pointing at the man in black.

"Anyone like you can become a summoner!It seems that League of Legends is really hopeless!" The man in black spoke, the voice belonged to a young man in his twenties, and I have to say, this voice was very magnetic.

As the man in black spoke, Aroni shuddered, and Asrema looked at her in surprise with a puzzled expression.

"I-guessed it! Uh-oh, I guessed it!" Stud bared his rotten teeth, laughed, and walked up to the man in black without hurrying, and pointed to the man's chest, "Your clothes are embroidered with black crosses, oh, and there are some flowers on them—I've seen this flower, it should be called—Rose, yes, it's a Rose!"

"Sd, you idiot, get me back!" Asrema had disdain and anger written on his face, and he wanted to go over and punch the bastard.

"People like you—" The man in black held out his left hand and held it up in front of Ste, "It's a cruel thing for you to live!"

"Secret Method: Arcane Wind Blade!"

A blinding purple light flashed through Ste's body, followed by a cloud of blood splattered onto the wall behind him, even though it was seven feet away. "Death—death—" Seed said this, and he fell to the ground, the wound extending from his forehead to his lower abdomen, and if the spell had been stronger, it would have been enough to split him in two.

"You bastard!" Asrema looked at Ste's corpse, the guy's red and swollen eyes still wide, he turned his head slightly, and immediately became angry, and slammed the metal rod in his hand to the ground. With a loud thud, some massive vines reached out from beneath the floor, shattering the table in front of him and trying to entangle the man in black.

"This kind of thing—can't resist my vengeful blade!" the man in black stretched out his left hand again, and a cross-shaped purple magic blade appeared in the air, shattering all the vines that came at him, and the huge magic power caused a gust of wind -

Asrema raised her hands in front of her so that the flying wood chips would not get into her eyes. However, at this moment, the man in black appeared beside him without warning, and raised a long sword that flashed blue light, and slashed at his neck - he hurriedly raised his metal rod to block the opponent's attack, but what happened next surprised him! A huge mirror appeared four feet away, and in the mirror, there was a guy who looked exactly like the man in black in front of him- more importantly, the guy in the mirror raised his left hand, and a crescent-shaped purple light followed......

Aroni didn't know what had just happened, she just heard some mixed noises, and everything in front of her was so blurry, until she saw Asrema lying on the ground covered in blood, and the metal rod next to the other party that was broken in two, and she woke up like a dream. She hurriedly crouched down, tears glistening in her eyes, "Y-you don't matter-"

"Damn!" Asrema looked at her stomach, where there was a deep wound that was gushing blood, "Don't worry - you can't die yet!" With Arrowny's help, he sat up holding his wound.

"What was the Void Spell!?" the man in black looked at Aslema, the blue glowing sword in his hand still had the blood of the other party, "Who the hell are you——!?"

"I should have asked you that!" Asrema shouted, but immediately lowered her head in pain, a pained expression on her face.

The man in black chuckled, his hood not completely covering his face, and his chin could be faintly seen from Eroni's angle. "Where's Anton Salon?" as he spoke, the sword in his right hand vanished.

"We weren't going to tell you!" said Aroni, raising her head, and taking the opportunity to take a closer look at the other man's exposed chin, her pupils suddenly widening at the same time, all the signs confirming the suspicion in her mind, which was the last thing she wanted to accept.

"So—where are Gregory and Amorim?" asked the man in black again.

"It's a pity! we don't want to tell you about that either!" replied Asrema frowning, gritting her teeth, her forehead covered with beads of sweat, the pain of the wound breaking his will little by little.

"Then let you witness my vengeful blade again!" the man in black stretched out his left hand, where an unimaginably powerful force was condensing—

Eroni and Asrema looked at the man in black's raised left hand in surprise, and Aroni didn't know what to do for a while, just grabbed Asrema's arm tightly. Aslema's mind was still clear, and he had already thought of a solution, "This guy seems to want to kill us all - fortunately, the other party is standing on the Void Barrier I set up, and I can use the barrier to throw him into another dimension. However, my current state - hmph, it's not worth dying for this woman!"

"Arronie!" Asrema glanced at Arroni beside her, and put her hands on the ground.

"Huh!?what's wrong?" said Arroni, with a puzzled expression.

"Kiss me, hurry!" Asrema exclaimed, as he prepared his spells.

"Ah——!?h But looking at the other party's behavior of crooking his neck and putting one side of his cheek close to his own, I wondered if the other party's brain had also burned out.

......

"Green Ooze, Purple Ooze! And you, Grey Ooze!"

It was Gregory's voice, and along with that sound was a pungent cloud of green smoke. That smell, as if someone had stirred up the ****, the choking stench - green smoke quickly surrounded the man in black, and at the same time, a creaking and rattling sound sounded on the ground under his feet. When I looked closely, I realized that it was green, purple, and gray blue soft mud, which was sticky and seemed to be able to move on its own. It felt like three clay-like monsters crawling towards the enemy.

"I'm sorry, little summoners!" Gregory appeared in front of Aroni and Aslema, his dirty brown shirt and his fair face covered with pickled beards, "It's not our way of hospitality to let the guests entertain the guests!"

Three

A clearing in the southeast corner of the Voodoo Lands lit up with a strange silver light, a teleportation barrier with a radius of four feet, and the dark wasteland was suddenly illuminated. Five figures gradually appeared inside the enchantment, and suddenly, the outer side of the enchantment shone brightly, and the huge circle of light quickly closed inward, turning into a silver beam, and at the same time, the enchantment disappeared, and the five people inside appeared. That's the trio of Fronsa, Insominia and Zingana.

Fronza slapped Insomina's neck, a silver needle was slapped out, he pulled out the silver needle, took it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, "It's so poisonous, the silver needle hasn't changed color, if I guessed it right—this is Zhuyan mud!"

"Rejuvenation ——!?" Insominia showed a surprised expression, he couldn't have known what it was, Asrema had invited him to use it many times, saying that it had the miraculous effect of making the face not age.

"The nobility of Noxus has used this kind of thing, it can make those fellows as beautiful as fairies!" said Fronza, taking a thin glass bottle from his coat pocket and filling it with a silver needle.

"Unbelievable! This kind of thing is actually a kind of poison!" Inthominia clutched her neck, her black eyes widening.

Fronza chuckled, "All good things are a double-edged sword - in the nobility of Noxus, they often used this kind of thing to poison people they didn't like, and its beauty benefits were discovered later. With that, he took a small green bottle from his pocket and threw it to Insomina.

"Antidote?" Insominia took the bottle and uncorked it, and a pungent smell escaped from it.

"Old man Kieran's masterpiece, the best antidote at the moment, but it tastes like horse urine!" Fronza said, covering his mouth and nose with his sleeve, "I suspect - this is horse urine! Drink it - I'm going to throw up-"

Insominia's face flushed as he looked at the bottle of antidote, and he held his breath so that he wouldn't vomit it - he bit his lip, slowly closed his eyes, and drank the potion from the bottle - it was terrible!

"It's disgusting——! Fronza waved his arm that had just covered his mouth and nose, trying to fan away the foul smell around him, "I dare say - your mouth smells the same as a urinal now!"

Insominia glanced at Fronsa, hurriedly pulled the water bladder out of her travel bag, and rinsed her mouth incessantly.

"I'm going to save Anton Salon, the potion will take effect soon, and these three guys will be handed over to you!" Fronza looked at the three Sengana, who were lying unconscious, and turned to leave.

"Doesn't it matter to them?" called Florsa.

"Those who can save them will be in the city of obsidian, and whether they will survive until that time will be asked to the gods!" replied Fronsa.

Just as Fronza was about to use the teleportation spell to leave, a silver light appeared not far away, accompanied by a piercing shrill sound, and someone was using the teleportation spell to get here. Both Fronza and Insominia saw the two teleported over, people they knew very well.

"Oh my God!" Exclaimed Inthominia.

Koria was holding Ileina, covered in blood, as she walked towards Fronsa, Elirena's cheeks were no different from white paper, and Koria looked like she was about to fall down from exhaustion.

"Go help them!" Insominia looked intently at Coria and Elirena.

"I know it without you saying it. As he spoke, Fronza had disappeared from Insomina's presence, and in the blink of an eye, he was back to where he had stood with the two wounded.

Insominia pulled a thick blanket out of her duffel bag and spread it flat on the floor, and Fronza and Coria helped Elirina to lie flat on it.

"Oh—praise the gods!, who wounded her like this?" Fronza looked at the piercing wound on Elirena's chest, and although the bleeding had stopped, the situation was not optimistic.

"Shadow Blade, the leader of a Shadow Blade. Coria took Elirena's pale, cold hands, trying to warm them up, tears still trailing from the corners of his eyes, and his face was full of sadness and exhaustion.

"Well, so Tuke and Scott are dead?" Fronza looked at Coria, who kept his head down, as if he didn't realize that his words would make him even more sad.

"Coria-" Insominia glared at Fronza, then patted Coria on the shoulder, "No need to blame yourself, you saved Elirena, you managed to defeat the enemy." ”

Coria shook her head slowly, "If this goes on - Sister Elirina will die-"

Coria was right, Elirena was still conscious, but she only squinted at her companions, unable to make a sound. Her face was bloodless, even her lips were white, and her burgundy hair seemed to have lost its luster.

"There's no way!Korya, you and I go to Mr. and Mrs. Gregory!" Fronza looked helpless, as if he was reluctant.

"You're not going to save Anton Ssalon?" Insominia looked at Fronsa, and from the other party's expression, he couldn't see a trace of humanity, as if all the people in the Dawn Star were insignificant to Fronsa. He frowned suddenly, and many thoughts came to his heart, but he couldn't say a word.

"Don't worry—" Fronza patted Inthominia on the shoulder, but his eyes were still on Elirena, "Anton Saroon's death is not yet due, and if he dies now, then the person who made the prophecy should be whipped!"

"Brother Anton—what's wrong with him, is there any danger?" Coria looked at Fronza in surprise, as if she had been poured cold water all at once, and her previous malaise and fatigue were swept away.

"He's the least dangerous person we've ever had!" Fronza stood up and turned his head to look at the dark plague forest, "Let's go, the most important thing now is to save your sweetheart!"

Koria tried to say something, but the words came back to his lips, and he lowered his head, his hands tugging at the hem of his shirt.

"Insol, come to us as soon as you recover!" Fronza said, turning his gaze to the unconscious Singana trio, "By the way, take these three guys with you!"

A white light swept across the northwest sky, flashing across the gray sky, and the long night was approaching, and the stars were falling, and every time at this time, a tragic fate befell mortals.

Four

"Gregory—" Asrema looked at the fair-cheeked, bearded man in front of her, a surprised look.

"Hide in the corner with you pretty girl! I'll leave it to me!" Gregory patted Aslema on the shoulder, his dark eyes revealing determination and unquestionability.

"Gregory Hasta, you're finally here!" said the man in black, his words hiding excitement and joy.

"Oh——?" Gregory looked at the man in black carefully, "my new guest is a child!

"Dead people don't need houses!" said the man in black as he raised his sword and rushed over - however, the blue glowing sword did not slash his opponent, and the moment the blade touched Gragery, a thick puff of green smoke enveloped him.

"What a rude child!" Gregory appeared on the other side of the room, his expression relaxed, perhaps gauging the strength of the other party from the blow he had just made.

The green smoke gradually cleared, and the man in black reappeared, still holding the long sword that glowed with blue light, and he looked unharmed.

"Hmm——!?" Gregory stretched out the index finger of his left hand and pointed to the man's cloak, which was embroidered with a cross wrapped in roses on his chest, "Is that the reason for the hood?

"So - I finally know why these guys wear hoods!" Asrema whispered in the corner of the living room, "The hood and helmet are a function to protect the head from magic and to prevent poison!"

"Tell me, kid, what are you here for? you're not here to kill, are you?" asked Gregory tentatively, narrowing his eyes.

"Exio has four capable men at his disposal, known as the 'Four Angels'. More than twenty years ago, the Four Angels of the Exios led the first Inquisitors to cleanse the Amuel family, but a mysterious incident occurred during that operation, and only the Four Angels survived!" The man in black turned sideways and pointed his sword at Gregory, "There is only one survivor described in the archives of the War College, and that is Bezod—then, what about the remaining three?

"These are League of Legends top secrets, how can I, an outsider, know?" Gregory spread his hands, his face full of undoubtedness.

"You're not an outsider, Gregory!" the man in black raised his voice a little, "You swore in front of Exio that you would serve the League of Legends for thirty years! After you left, your youngest daughter Anne has been fighting for the League of Legends in your place!

Gregory frowned, his expression suddenly becoming serious, "I thought it was strange at first, you are wearing the clothes of the Rose Black Cross, but you have the power of the Inquisitor. It seems that you know a lot of secrets, but -- how many of these are true? Have you investigated?"

"There's no need to investigate!' because that's the truth!" the man in black became agitated, "You're the murderers of the Amuel family!"

"Then you're here for revenge, aren't you?" said Gregory, clapping his hands, "Amorim!" As soon as he finished speaking, Amorim in brown robes appeared beside him.

"Forbidden Arts: Voodoo Cross!"

Amorim clasped his hands together as four metal pillars appeared beside the man in black. The metal pillars were just high enough to reach the shoulders of the men in black, and each of them had an eerie skull at the head - suddenly, the mouths of these skulls opened at the same time, shooting out a red light that imprisoned the man in black in the middle of the metal pillars.

"Whoever you are, now that you've joined the Black Cross of the Roses, there's no need for us to show mercy!" Gregory crouched down and put his hands on the floor in front of him, "Let you see the hard work of our husband and wife for more than ten years——!!

"Forbidden Summon: Demon Altar!"

On the floor in front of Gregor, a circle with a radius of six feet suddenly appeared, the periphery of the circle was a blood-red magic charm, a circle of twelve white candles in the middle, and a bloody metal table with some unsightly flesh and internal organs placed on it, and a strong smell of blood followed.

"He—he's going to summon demons?" Asrema stared intently at the circle, mouth slightly open, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. Eroni, who was beside her, was clutching his arm, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Gregory jerked himself to his feet, raised his arms in the air, and chanted something in a language that people didn't understand, "Agyron, tetora-gulamu, baikeon, sutwim-yuranashion, ezufaresu, ritetora-guramaton, oraiamu, iron, esaion, eguji-sushion, emyueru, subaoto, adonai, te." ·aboro、e·te·inboko·amen。 "When he sings, it's pitched high, and it doesn't feel like his used voice. Moreover, although the chant could not be understood, it chilled the spines of Asrema and Ironi on the side, and this feeling would involuntarily arise.

Looking at the magic circle on the side, the flesh and internal organs on the metal platform spun rapidly under the domination of some force, and gradually formed a blood-red body. At that moment, Amaury sang a strange song, the language she used to sing was equally unintelligible, her hands waving in the air, and as she moved, the blood-colored body of the circle was covered in some coarse brown cloth, and the small pieces of cloth were sewn together by thick brown threads. Soon, a huge monster was born, this creature was so large that it was over eight feet tall that the roof was almost broken by it - the monster had a big bulging belly, and what was even more terrifying, it had a baby's face "embedded" in its belly, and it looked alive. The monster's head was a ball of flesh covered in coarse cloth, with only one organ on it, the nose, which was surprisingly large, and from time to time some green liquid flowed out of it, but wherever it was attached, it would be corrupted in an instant. The monster has short limbs, and from that point of view, this guy should be moving slowly.

"The low-level demon - Perks, my first child and Amorim, it's definitely enough to deal with you!" Gregory looked at the demon beside him, the demon was also facing him at the moment, and the baby's face on the guy's belly laughed twice, it was originally an ordinary baby's smile, but it gave people a sense of horror.

"They actually experimented with their own children!" Asrema was stunned, this monster in front of him was definitely the guy he had ever seen in his life, the most worthy of being called a monster, and there was no one to come.

"So - that's how you tame the demons!" the man in black looked at Perks, his tone full of anger, "sacrifice your own child and sacrifice their soul to the devil - this is really a murderer's way!"

"Don't you think you're a bit of a contradiction, kid?" Gregory looked at first with disdain, and then curled the corners of his mouth, "Isn't the purpose of your trip also to kill people?"

"Don't talk nonsense to him, Gregory!" Amorim became impatient, and Perks, who was beside her, became agitated.

Gregory chuckled, "Perks ——! smash his head!"

Perks got the order and immediately went into action, Asrema and Eroni could never have imagined that this guy's two little legs could actually drag his huge body to move at high speeds, and—at the same time that Perks waved his left hand, a ten-foot-long sledgehammer appeared in the small hand! The handle of the hammer was made of alloy and engraved with magic charms, and the head of the hammer was a standard pyramid with a flat head and a pointed tail. From the visual point of view, no matter who this giant hammer hits, it will kill in one hit.

"No——! stop——!"

The moment Perks swung his sledgehammer at the man in black, Eroni shouted. Unfortunately, the sledgehammer had already been smashed - the man in black was not smashed into a patty as he had imagined, but shattered into several pieces like glass. Everyone present, including the baby on Perks' belly, was amazed.

"This is ——!?" Gregory's eyes widened as he looked at the vanishing fragments, "The mirror reversal technique of the Amuel family!?"

"Are you surprised?" the man in black appeared in the northwest corner of the room, opposite Asrema and Arroni, "The Amuel family, which was purged by the League of Legends back then, actually has survivors!"

"Kid, we're not surprised at all—" Gregory sighed, his eyes on the man in black changed significantly, as if from this moment on, the other party was no longer an enemy, "there are many things you don't know!"

"That's enough! Gregory! He's already an enemy of Valoran when he wears that robe!" said Amorim, as if reprimanding her husband.

"That's just the demon you sacrificed your child's soul for!" the man in black turned his head to look at Perks, and then his gaze fell on the couple, "Next, your life will be used to witness my vengeful blade!" As soon as his words fell, he shook the long sword in his hand, a crescent-shaped magic wind blade, attacked the couple at an extremely fast speed, and in the process of moving, split into two!

"Red ooze ——!," Gregory shouted, clasping his hands together, and two walls of red ooze immediately blocked him and his wife. If you look at that wall for a long time, you will think that this is the wall of someone's stomach......

The two wet, sticky walls couldn't stop the blackman's spell in the slightest, so much so that the magical wind blade split it in two the moment it made contact with the wall. Luckily, the Ooze Wall had absorbed most of the Wind Blade's magical power, so much so that it could no longer damage the couple.

"You can cut even the red ooze, your spells are so strong!" Gregory couldn't help but exclaim.

"Tell me who the remaining two of the four angels are, and I can consider not killing your wife!" There was a hint of smugness in the black's words, and he seemed to think that he was already the winner.

"What a megalomaniacal boy!" Amorim said as he teleported himself to the left front of the man in black and slapped the floor with his left hand, as a string of black magic charms appeared on the floor and connected to the feet of the man in black like a thread.

"Forbidden Technique: Shroud!"

The body of the man in black was immediately wrapped in some gray strips of cloth, and the speed was so fast that it was embarrassing! In less than three seconds, he was wrapped like a cocoon.

"I'm sorry, this spell of Amorim is a soul seal, and you have no chance of revenge!" Gregory whispered as he looked at the "cocoon" not far away.

"Who are you saying sorry to!?"

For some reason, the man in black suddenly appeared next to Gregory, and slashed at the other party with the long sword in his hand, a blue light slashed through the air, and at the same time, a bloody wound appeared on Gregory's chest. Looking at the "cocoon" again, the gray cloth strips on the outside are already scattered on the ground, and the inside is just broken glass.

"It's the mirror reversal technique again!?" Gregory's surprise suddenly disappeared when he was still on his face, and he smiled mysteriously instead, "The same spell was used on us twice, do you think it will still work?"

The man in black immediately understood what Gregory meant, and the floor beneath his feet had turned into a black puddle of soft mud that was too sticky for him to get out of easily—and more importantly, his body was constantly sinking......

"If it's a specular reflection illusion, then it's the main body that casts the main attack!" Gregory smiled, "I'm right!"

The man in black snorted, and his body standing in the mire slowly sank down, and now it was already foaming to his waist, "The souls of the Amuel family will curse you forever——!"

"You are to be damned, but it is not us who are cursed, but the real murderers!" Gregory said, closing his eyes, "Perks! corrupt him——!"

When Perks received the order, a short wooden stick appeared out of thin air in his free right hand. It picked up the stick and stabbed its nose vigorously, a large amount of viscous green liquid dripping out of the two large nostrils. The liquid solidifies as soon as it drops on it, and when it drops on the floor, it quickly corrodes. Suddenly, Perks took the stick and raised the nose's head—only to hear a loud thud, and a large cloud of green slime sprayed onto the man in black—

"Is that-its snot!?" Asrema covered her mouth with her hand, and Aroni beside him was almost throwing up.

To be precise, the mucus spewed out by Perks is super corrosive snot. The man in black let out a scream as his body began to glow white and melt away little by little, first with his hair and scalp, and then with his hands trying to touch his head......

"No—stop——!" Eroni looked at the man in black, tears glistening in her eyes, she stood up, trying to run to Gregory's side—

"Are you crazy!?" Asrema grabbed Aroni's arm, he couldn't understand the other party's behavior, "He's an enemy——!"

Arroni shook her head, big tears welling up in her eyes, "No—he's not an enemy—he is—" She didn't finish the rest of her sentence, for the man in black, who was still struggling with death, shattered into several glass-like fragments, and the screams didn't stop—the screams came from another man in the room, Amorim standing not far away!

Amorim's body was no longer human, his hands and half of his head had been corroded by slime, but only the remaining mouth could not stop screaming, and it was impossible to describe the sound of heartbreaking, and all who heard it seemed to be unable to get full sleep anymore, it would be deeply embedded in your mind, and for years to come, tormenting you in dreams—just like that, Amorim's body turned into a pile of steaming white mud, and even Perks was stunned.

"What you see in the mirror is what I want you to see!" said the man in black again, standing between Gregory and the pile of mud that Amorim had turned into, the blue-glowing sword in his right hand gone.

"You two ——! get out of here!" Gregory turned his head and yelled at Aslema and Arroni, his once fair cheeks flushed with rage, and his once-kind black eyes became terrifying.

"Eroni, flash in two, quick!" Asrema looked at Gregory's back, the force field emanating from the opponent's body almost crushed his bones. All he knew was that if he stayed in the house any longer, he would die.

Eroni took the injured Asrema and used the second flash to the outside of the room, nearly a hundred feet away from the room, and even if they stayed here, the two of them could still feel Gregory's terrifying force field, and the anger hidden in that power.

"It's terrifying, my strength is really insignificant compared to such power. Asrema frowned and looked at Gregory's cabin. Not long after he finished speaking, a blazing flame engulfed the entire room. Even though it's a long distance, your eyes still burn when you look directly at the flames. The flame, to be precise, resembled a giant dragon head, and Asrema had seen a picture of the dragon in the library books, just like the one in front of him.

"Oh no! it's coming this way!" Eroni spoke, the flames spreading out at an astonishing speed, and she glanced at the injured Asrema beside her, slowly clasping her hands together.

"Arcane Weaving!"

A large blue-purple net, ten feet high and five feet wide, stretched in front of Arroni and Asrema to block the flames that tried to hurt them. The large web of magic is so elastic that it can change its shape with the waves of flames, and more particularly, it also seems to have a certain stickiness that allows tiny flames to stick to it. In this way, the new scorching heat will not easily tear the net. Needless to say, this is Eloni's exclusive spell.

"Y-when did you learn this spell?" Asrema looked at the magic web, a surprised expression.

"You're all getting stronger little by little, and I can't be left behind!" Aroni smiled at Asrema with the smile they used to wear on her face when they were still lovers.

A white light swept across the northwestern sky, flashing across the gray sky, and the long night had come and the stars had fallen, and at such a moment, a tragic fate had befallen mortals.

——

The great flames were gone, and the ground around the witchcraft hut, two hundred feet square, was as black as the bottom of a burnt iron pot, with cracks in places. Looking at the witchcraft hut again, the whole house had vanished, turning into a thin layer of charcoal ash on the ground. In what had been the room, there stood a panting Gregory, most of his clothes had been scorched, a large chunk of his hair had been burned, and his originally fair cheeks were covered with charcoal ash.

"The strongest fire magic, Dragon's Breath, is terrifying!" the man in black suddenly appeared beside Gregory, he looked unharmed, and there was not even a trace of dust on the black robe.

"You-" Gregory pointed at the man in black, his eyes were red and swollen, his body was no longer able to stand up straight, the spell just now consumed all his physical strength, "You're still alive-"

"The Amuel Family's Mirror Reversal Technique is even more powerful than you think, and you--just a blade of vengeance to witness me!" "The man in black slowly walked up to Gregory's side, he looked at a handful of charcoal ash not far away, "The female summoner you saved earlier was just burned to ashes by you." It's cruel, I died in my dreams!"

"Y-you bastard——!" Gregory grabbed the man in black's arm, his black eyes flashing with endless anger, "I'm going to die with you!" As soon as he finished speaking, the blackman's body shattered into pieces like glass......

"Forbidden Enhancement: Arcane Wind Blade!"

A huge half-moon-shaped magic blade struck Gregory at great speed, and the wind caused by this spell blew up all the charcoal ash within a hundred feet. The magic wind blade moved against the ground, leaving a crack in the ground that was a thousand feet deep—just as the wind blade was about to touch Gregory, it suddenly turned into thousands of tiny wind blades, and from a distance, it looked like a storm that was falling at one point! Gregory's body was cut into pieces little by little, and the blood gushing out was like a red rose that bloomed rapidly, but in the moment of blooming, it withered away and turned into a piece of red mud.

"W-can this still be called magic!?" Aslema didn't know what words to use to describe it, just now the black-man's spell lasted for a total of thirty seconds, in fact, in the first second, Gregory was dead, but the desire for revenge had already made the man in black lose his mind.

The man in black slowly walked to the place where Gregory had just stood, where there was only a large area of land stained red with blood, and the spell he had just used had cut the opponent's body to the molecular level—"My revenge, a quarter of it is done!" he said, pulling out a gold Wyvern accessory from his pocket and throwing it to the ground.

"Mocha—you're—Mocha!" Eloni shouted at the man in black, her silver-grey eyes filled with tears, her face half fearful, half pity, "Mocha, why are you doing this?"

After the blink of an eye, the man in black appeared next to Eroni and Asrema, and he squinted at Eroni, "You're afraid of me—right?"

Eroni hugged the man in black and pressed her head to the other's chest, "Mocha - I won't be mistaken, you are Mocha Amuel! don't do this, stop! Please—"

"Hey!Eroon!" Asrema tried to stand up, but the pain of the wound made him sit down again, "Y-who are you!?" he glared at the man in black, the night had covered half of the wasteland, and he couldn't see all the details of the other party.

"Mocha Amuel, that's right, that's my name!" Mocha, dressed in black robes, whispered, "Anrela—can you forgive me?"

"Secret Method: Arcane Wind Blade!"

"Don't ——! stop——!!"

[Author's Note]

* Two-stage flash: A high-level teleportation spell, in short, "a flash that can be cast twice in a row", because the flashing spell is directional and has a short distance, so it is usually useless when encountering strong opponents, and the two-stage flash solves this problem.

Forbidden Spell Enhancement: Enhance a mystic-level spell to a forbidden spell level. In Valoran, only a handful of people can do this, and enhanced spells tend to change in nature.

Five

"Y-who are you!?" Mocha looked at the gray-robed man in front of him in surprise, although the light around him was dim, but the other party's body seemed to emit a subtle light - this kind of force field made people feel intimidating.

"The stars have fallen, the long night has come, and the appearance of my Fronsa Invoker is always at the critical moment!" Fronza looked up at Mocha, although the other party was wearing a hood and couldn't see his face clearly, he had already seen through his heart, "Avenger Mocha Amuel, it seems that you have been completely lost!"

"That spell just now—is it a counter-erosion?" Mocha asked in a low voice, "Let the opponent's spell energy bloom, thus canceling out the opponent's spell—"

"Yes, you are very knowledgeable!" Fronsa's expression was relaxed, and his tone was like a joke, and Eroni behind him trembled uncontrollably, just now, the Grim Reaper had almost taken the girl. "I have a question!" Fronza said, sneezing, "Oh-sorry! You've already killed Gregory, the Angel of Order, why do you want to kill Arrowny?"

Mocha stood there for a long time without speaking, and when Fronza just said "Angel of Order", he trembled slightly, "Who the hell are you—how do you know about the existence of the 'Four Angels'?"

"I know a lot, including what you know, and what you don't!" said Fronza lightly.

"It's a pity, I don't want to know anything from you!" Mocha's voice raised a few points, and a long sword glowing with blue light appeared out of thin air in his right hand, "Your life will be used to witness my vengeful blade!"

Fronza chuckled and disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the next two events happened at the same time - Mocha's body shattered into a fragment of glass, and Fronza appeared behind the fragment of glass, where Mocha's body stood, holding the opponent's right hand holding the sword with one hand, and holding a pencil in the other, stabbing the opponent's neck—

Mocha's reaction was swift, he raised his free left hand and pressed his wrist against the other's forearm so that it could not hurt himself, and the two of them froze—"How do you know - this is my body?" he asked in a low voice.

"I see it in your heart!" replied Fronza with a smile, "you seem to understand, if you fight me, you have no chance of winning!"

"We'll meet again, Fronza Supplicant, and when the time comes, I'll use my vengeful blade to chop you to pieces!" Mocha had barely finished speaking, and his figure vanished into a blue light.

"Big Brother Mocha—why—" Coria, who had been fighting before, looked at the place where Mocha had disappeared with a puzzled expression.

"I have a bad feeling!" Fronza looked at the witchcraft hut that had been reduced to ashes, and showed a serious expression, "League of Legends is going to be in big trouble, Anne's parents are dead, and then-"

"Hey, Fronsa!" Asrema glared at Fronsa, shouting in a thick voice, "What are we going to do now? You're the only one here who isn't hurt!"

However, at this moment, with a sharp sound, a blinding silver light appeared not far away, and it was clear that someone was arriving through a teleportation spell. Everyone focused their eyes on the teleportation circle, and after the silver light slowly dissipated, everyone could see clearly, it was Insomina, this guy was carrying Kimberly and Singana, and dragging the burly Herbert in his left hand.

"You're recovered?" Fronza looked Insominia up and down, and before he could reply, he had already done it for him!"Well, recovered!

Insominia put the unconscious Kimberly and Singana on the ground, then raised his head and looked at Fronza with a serious expression, "Let's divide the army, Fronsa!"

Fronza nodded, then scratched his long thick hair, "Ahh

"I don't agree!" Asrema said as she tried to stand up, but Koria hurriedly ran over to support him, "I'm going to go into the Plague Forest with you, I'm going to keep fighting! Only in battle can I become strong!" A resolute expression appeared on his face, and although he looked weak, those pale blue eyes made it impossible to refuse his request.

"Alright!" Fronza raised his eyebrows, then pulled a glass bottle out of his coat pocket and tossed it to Asrema, "This thing smells like dung, but it can make the wound heal quickly." But the side effects are also very big, and if you use it too much, you will become a woman, so let's do it yourself!"

"Where are you going with these wounded soldiers, there's no going back to the War College!" said Inthominia in a low voice as she walked up to Fronsa's side. As he spoke, he looked at Aroni, Koria, and Asrema one by one, all of them exhausted.

"Go out and find Michelia!We are used to calling her Queen, and this is the only way to do it!" Fronza put his mouth close to Insominia's ear, and his voice was as low as a whisper, "That woman has a bad temper, but she is both upright and kind!"

"Is that good? She's the creator of the Summoner's Diary, and she could call the Inquisitor at any moment!" Insominia hesitated.

"Inquisitor?" Fronza patted the other party on the shoulder and smiled, "Believe me, all the Inquisitors of League of Legends combined, are not the Queen's opponents!"

[Author's Note]

The principle of "mirror reversal": to create multiple invisible magic mirrors in space, the caster's body will stand between the mirrors (any point) and project his own image on the mirror, and the body will be invisible when the mirror exists. Although it looks like a person standing there, it is actually an illusion reflected by a mirror, and all of them can cast the spell of the main body, which is one of the invincible abilities among summoners!

Four Angels: Among the first inquisitors of League of Legends, the four strongest people are known as the "Angel of Order", "Angel of Judgment", "Angel of Death", and "Angel of Original Darkness". It is currently known that the "Angel of Order" Gregory Hasta, and Bezod is also one of the Four Angels (title unknown).

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[The long night has come, is Anton Saron still alive?What is the real purpose of the Shadow Blade Warriors, and who is manipulating them behind their back?What kind of organization is the Black Cross of the Roses?Who will Mocha's vengeful blade point at next?Who is Michelia, the summoner known as the "Queen", who is sacred?】