Section 3: Demon Hallows

"In this life, I have come out of the rain and washed away the dust of the world. This time, I let go of the past and bloomed in a sea of gorgeous flowers. - "Queen" Michelia

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One

"Yay, ho-ho-" A tall man pushed open a broken wooden door, and he immediately shook his hand, looking at the slimy thing on his middle finger with a look of disgust, "It's disgusting—is this boogers!?"

The room was cluttered and filled with a foul smell. A boy of eighteen or nineteen years old sat on a single bed, dressed in gray coarse cloth, with unkempt hair and a black beard on his chin. The boy looked up at his visitor: it was a handsome middle-aged man, nearly seven feet tall, wearing a brown cloak and a black leather top hat, his eyes and half of his nose hidden in the shadow cast by the top hat.

"Hey—you're Parenos, aren't you?" the man began, his voice as magnetic as a singer's singing, "Introduce myself, my name is Trist, and I'm known as the 'Card Master,'" he said as he finished speaking, and threw out a blue tarot card, which was nailed into the wooden table beside Parinos like a sharp knife.

Parinos glanced at the blue card, then set his eyes on Trist, "I know—you're coming, Trist!"

"Oh, of course—" Trist spread his hands and walked into the room, trying to find a place to sit, but unfortunately there was nothing but the broken bed board on the floor, and the cotton wool of the bedding, "As a descendant of the Prophet, you are too bad at taking care of your own life!"

"I've used a dream on Anton Saron*, and he'll be here soon!" Perynos picked up the journal beside him, his eyes suddenly turning silver and glowing strangely—brighter than the morning light peeping through the arched window.

"That's not going to work, baby——!" Trist said, "Do you know how dangerous that is? If Anton Saron knew what was going to happen in advance, he might have rebelled? Then we're all finished! Valoran, League of Legends, everything...... Well, that sounds scary enough!"

"Mandala Hua - Mandala Hua - Guardian of Charon's Prophecy, Destroyer of the Prophecy of the End of the World——!" Parinos trembled with him, and with him trembled with the wooden table next to him, where Trist's blue card was inserted.

"Oh no, I'm not part of that idiot organization!" Trist tiptoed over the bedboards to the side of Parinos, "If someone pays, I'll go there willingly—you know what? you're worth thirty thousand Academy Coins!" he craned his neck and laughed, "O Sivir, the wealth you have bought with your body and chastity, I will have it if I raise my hand and kill someone!"

Parinos slammed his grip on Trist's wrist and stared at him with those silver eyes, "Who hired you? Who hired you?"

Trist squinted at Parinos and pulled a golden tarot card out of his coat pocket, "Someone who can afford to pay thirty thousand college coins!It seems that you are not crazy, Parenos, but because you know too much, it has become- well, I'm going to find an adjective-" He scratched his chin with the gold medal and meditated, "Ah, ah- I'm not a poet, I really can't find the right words! To be honest, I met Anton Saron four years ago, when he wasn't a summoner, and I started his story- Did you foresee this?"

"Charon's blood—some of the people who got Charon's blood—bloodline experiments—bloodline experiments!" Parenos continued to himself, a little incoherent at Trist.

"Out of reverence for the ancient family, I will let you die peacefully!" Trist held the gold medal in his hand in front of Parenos, "Behold, this is the Grim Reaper! Don't worry, don't be afraid, your death is only for a moment, the last prophet of Valoran!"

Parinos opened the journal he was holding, and the yellowed pages drew a twelve-rayed barrier, and suddenly—the barrier lit up with a blinding red light, and spun rapidly, "The Prophet—will take you with him to meet the Most High Angel—Orsus!" he closed his eyes, not knowing what he was saying.

"I've never heard that word before—ah, I've heard the name Oshers, let me think about it—" Trist scratched his head and held his chin in thought, "Ah——!" he exclaimed, "I remember! The Lord God of the Ionian Temple of Life, 'Fire' Ossus!I'm sorry, Prophet, I'm not Soraka, I don't believe that!"

As Trist spoke, the piles of diaries on the windowsill were inexplicably burning, the flames were a little whitish in color, and the temperature was so high that the glass of the arched window was about to be baked......

"If you don't say it, I'm going to destroy your diaries too!" Trist kept fiddling with the gold medal in his hand, "It seems that you really have one or two hands, Eternal Flame, is this the power of the Prophet—"

Trist didn't finish the rest of his sentence before the rapid flames immediately engulfed him and Parinos at a speed that had long exceeded the limits of human reactions—white flames spun rapidly around the room, incinerating everything in their path to ashes, and making a woman's scream......

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"That's what I dreamed about—so I had to go to the orphanage!" said Anton Salon, to his companions.

Anrela handed Anton Salona a cup of hot coffee and sat down next to him, "Do you want me to go with you?"

"No, you don't know magic, in case of danger-" Fronza, who was lying on the bed, spread his hands, but when his gaze met Anrila's, he immediately turned his gaze away, "Well-I mean, Anton Salon's inability to protect you!"

"I'll go with Anton!" Eloni sat on the other side of Anton Salon, wrapping her arms around the other's neck, "He's my little root class—" She smirked at Anton Salon.

"I'm leaving, too, to find my aunt and ask where the Demon Artifact is hidden!Thank you, Michelia!" Insol and Misshelia looked at each other and smiled, then picked up the scroll on the table in front of them, "Thanks to this, otherwise, I'd have been running around the city with a giant sword on my back!"

Asrema glanced at Insol, who motioned for him to leave with him, but he just pretended not to see and continued to drink the coffee in his cup.

"You don't want to know some secrets?" Insol asked, chuckling as Asrema didn't respond, "Okay—I'll go first!"

"Come to me when you know the location of the Demon Hallows—" Asrema glanced at Insol, "I'm a man who likes to eat - you know!" he said, taking another sip of his coffee.

"I'd love to do you a favor—but—" Fronza seemed to get up, but was pinned down on the bed by Michelia, and the two were so close that they kissed each other even an inch closer.

"I understand—" Anton Salonn stood up, put the cup in his hand on the table, and then his gaze fell on Fronsa, he inadvertently saw that there was an extra six-pointed ring ring on the index finger of the other party's left hand, but Michelia's ring was missing, "Help take care of my sister, thank you!" he said, and smiled at Angela.

"So—" Eroni grabbed Anton Salon's arm, ignoring the other man's embarrassed expression, "We're leaving! Fronza, good luck!" she winked at Anton Salon's left eye as she walked out of the room, and the other gave her the same expression.

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As soon as Anton Sharon and Eloni walked up to the third floor, they smelled a burning smell, although it wasn't very strong. Anton Salon's heart was beating fast, and he feared that his dream would have come true, and if it hadn't been for Ironi's arm, he would have run into Perenos's house in a puff of smoke—

"You go in first!" Eloni pointed to the gray broken wooden door and pushed Anton Sharon hard, "Make sure there is no danger, call me in again!"

Anton Sharon thought he was going to hit the door, but the moment he touched it, the wooden door turned into a cloud of charcoal - "This is!?" He looked at everything in front of him, and his eyes widened suddenly, "Eternal Flame!?" He had read in ancient books that a powerful magic from angels could incinerate everything it touched, leaving behind a gray-white ash, and the situation in front of him was exactly like this...... A layer of white ash had accumulated on the floor, and all the furniture was gone, and even the only arched window in the room was obsidian window frames.

"What's the matter!?" Eloni ran in, covering her mouth when she saw the scene in front of her.

"Looks like we're late. Anton Sharon walked over to what had been a single bed, crouched down, and grabbed a handful of ashes from the ground, "Parenos—it was he who summoned the Eternal Flame and burned everything here—including himself. ”

"Ahh

"There are so many ways for a man to want to die—" Anton Saron whispered, his mind full of images of Parinos and the time spent with them, "but it is undoubtedly the most time-consuming and laborious method. I suppose he was in danger, and was he—he had to die with that man?"

"You're thinking too much!" Eroni walked up to Anton Sharon, who suddenly stopped what she had just taken, "I see- I stepped on something......"

Anton Saron turned his gaze to Elonie's boots, the white ash under the other party's feet was a little higher than the surroundings, there should indeed be something there, "Lift your feet, Arrowny!"

"Oh. Eroni said, walking behind Anton Sharon and leaning down to see where she had just stood.

Anton Salonn peeled off the white ash on the surface with his hands, and an off-white diary suddenly came into view, he immediately picked up the notebook and opened the title page, on which there was a neat line of font: "Anton Salon, Wisher Receive!" "Sure enough!" He turned the title page and entered the main text of the diary:

"Freedom, Love, Worship...... Even if the tomb is opened, you will not get the Demon Sacred Weapon, but only the powerful 'Original Dark Angel'! She is not bound by prophecy, and releasing her will only make the predetermined fate more variable. She will destroy prophecies, change the course of the world, and the fate of the descendants of an ancient family!"

“Isil·caluva·tielyanna，Nai·tiruvantel·ar·varyuvantel·i·Valar·tielyanna·nuvilya。 ”

“Isil·caluva·tielyanna，Nai·tiruvantel·ar·varyuvantel·i·Valar·tielyanna·nuvilya。 ”

"It will save you! You must carry it! Anton Salons will lead the Descendants of the Spellbreakers and the Children of the Void to the abandoned altar in the village of Doha. They need to awaken the undead of the Guardian and convince him to get the key to unlock the seal! The descendants of the Spellbreaker will get their hands on the Demon Artifact, and the Spellbreaker's Blade will devour the power of the Hallows, though only half of it...... Anton Saron, he must defeat the 'Soul Breaker' with the power of cultivation......! However, both of the people who sealed themselves will be released, and they will determine the fate of the descendants of the ancient family......"

"What is this? the madman's crazy words again?" Aroni looked at the words in her diary, unable to comprehend what they meant.

"Eroni, how long have we been out?" Anton Sharon glanced at Eroni behind him and tucked the diary into his pocket.

"Come out of Michelia's house in the morning—first breakfast—and then accompany me to the nobles of Zaun—" Eroni bowed her head, recalling her trip to Anton Saron, "Ah, the morning has passed!"

"Promise me one thing, Arronie!" Anton Sharon stood up and turned his back to Arroni, "Go to Mistress Michelia's house to protect my sister, and don't leave there until tomorrow morning!"

"Huh, what the hell is going on?" Eroni didn't finish asking, Anton Saron's form had already disappeared, and she turned to a puzzled expression, "Is this- zero-second teleportation? When did he learn it?"

"Grant me this request, time is too short to explain to you!

"Psychosis?" Eloni frowned and covered her head, "It hurts! Damn it! How could his telepsychiatric become like this? It gives people a headache!" her legs were driven by some inexplicable force as she walked towards the door, and a voice in her heart seemed to tell her that she had to promise Anton Saron......

[Author's Note]

*Dreams: A unique ability of the Charon clan that can appear in the opponent's dreams or modify the opponent's dreams.

*The Elven translation of the text is: "May the moon shine on your path, and may the gods bless you on your earthly journey!" This spell will be repeated later in the text, and can be understood as the Charon clan's protection spell for the prophecy pointers, so that the prophecy pointers can better fulfill the prophecy.

FLA: The three words that stand for Freedom, Love, Adore, and Freya's name,

Two

Time: Morning

Location: Outside the city, at Visty's house

Characters: Insol, Vistelle

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Visty: You've got the Spellbreaker's Blade?

(¤Insol places a magic scroll on the table)

Insol: Here!

(¤Vestie opens the scroll and looks at it carefully)

Vesty: It's a very delicate magic, who did it for you?

Insol: The summoner known as the "Queen" - Michelia.

Visty: (surprised) It's that woman! Insol, stay away from her, she's a dangerous person!

Insol: (wondering) Why? She's a nice person! she's helping me!

Visty: Trust me, stay away from her, I'm for your good!

Insol: That's right, my companion Fronza wears that ring as well.

Visty: I'm afraid - he's not your companion! Be careful, those are absolutely loyal to Exio, the ones who will do whatever it takes to ensure the fulfillment of Charon's prophecy!

Insol: (gesturing at his head) I'm the one who eats on this, don't worry, Visty!

Visty: Alright—are you ready to retrieve the Magical Hallows?

Insol: What do you mean? I can go and get half of the artifact at any time.

Visty: Twelve years ago, Freya, who was as powerful as Exio, sealed herself and half of the Demon Artifact in the Valhalla Cemetery, where the League of Legends martyrs were buried.

Insol: So, to get the Demon Hallows, you need to awaken Freya first. But - who is this Freya, and why have I never heard of it?

Visti: There are so many things to say about Freya, some say she's "the most beautiful woman in Valoran" along with Elaina, others say she's not human, and some even say she's behind League of Legends. I've been investigating for years, but I haven't found any information about her.

Insol: Valhalla Cemetery is too conspicuous, I mean, if the Demon Artifact was there, the Black Cross of the Rose would have sent someone to fetch it!

Visty: Freya had previously made false information to make people think that the Magic Hallows was in the Howling Swamp of Demacia, when in fact - this may be my biggest takeaway in years! But be careful, this woman won't necessarily continue to be on the side of League of Legends.

Insol: Wasn't she one of the "Four Angels"? or a lover of Exio......

Visty: I don't know the specifics, so be prepared to run if she doesn't want to give you the Demon Hallows, while you can still run...... I'll tell you how to break the seal now, there is a four-way tablet set up on Freya's tomb, and there is an invisible six-sided barrier under the four-way tablet, and the way to make it manifest is the blood of the ancient family - after the barrier appears, insert the blade of the spellbreaker into the gap in the center of the barrier, the tomb will be opened, and Freya will be awakened......

Insol: Doesn't sound complicated—you know a lot, Visty.

Visty: The information your parents bought with their lives is far more important than that, and I'm just doing what I'm supposed to do. Again, if Freya wants to give you the Magical Hallows, she'll hide her powers, and if you feel that terrible force field, run—while you can run......

Three

It was another rainy day, and at first glance the sky could not even see the sun. The occasional glimmer of light from the fading clouds proves to the world that it is still daytime. Everything around was dyed gray, and even the cemetery grass was no longer as green as it used to be. Beneath these gravestones lie the souls of Valoran, former heroes, summoners or famous rangers. There are people who come to worship every day, but of course, this kind of weather is not the only one, because most people can't stand the suffocation.

"Are you ready, buddy?" Insol glanced at Asrema beside him, holding the massive Spellbreaker's Blade.

"I regret it a little, I just want to get out of here quickly!" Asrema looked helpless, he raised his head to look up at the dense sky, and sighed, "Coming to the cemetery in this weather, and it's a cemetery where there is no one!

"Alright——! I want to finish it soon, too!" Insol said, plunging the Spellbreaker Blade into the center of the six-ray barrier, where there was a gap just enough to hold the sword's blade—

What happened next surprised both of them. The entire floor of Valhalla Cemetery shook violently, and it felt like an earthquake. At the same time, the spell on the four-way tablet lit up with a silver light, and the top three letters "F-L-A" were particularly dazzling. Suddenly, the four-way monument was dragged into the ground by a powerful force, leaving only the part of the three letters, and the six-mang barrier and the surrounding ground gradually cracked, and the cracks expanded rapidly......

"The ground is going to collapse! get out of here!" Insol shouted to Asrema to the side, who looked stupid.

At this moment, a silver light flashed, and Anton Saron, dressed in beige robes and wearing black-rimmed glasses, appeared beside the two of them - he looked directly at the Spellbreaker's Blade that flashed with a dazzling white light, and then walked to the six-mang barrier and drew the giant sword with all his strength......

"Hey——! what are you doing?" Insol stepped forward and pushed Anton Salon, what he didn't expect was that some kind of powerful force field emanated from the other party's body, canceling out all the force, which surprised him very much......

Anton Saron pushed the greatsword at Insol, his hands glowing with a strange silver light that looked like silver smoke. "There's no Demon Artifact you want, and all you do is free Freya!" he whispered.

"What did you say?" Insol frowned, staring into Anton Saron's green eyes.

"I know where the Demon Artifact is—I can take you there!" Anton Saron replied with a determined look.

However, at this moment, the ground around the four-way monument completely cracked, and the crack flashed with a rainbow of light, the same light as the light on Anton Salon's hand, which looked like smoke...... Insol and Anton Saron teleported away from the four-way monument at the same time in zero seconds - Insol looked at Anton Salonn in surprise, he never imagined that the other party had actually learned to teleport in zero seconds...... However, at the moment, he could not think about it, and some indescribable powerful force diffused into the air, making the originally clammy and cold cemetery hot. For some reason, the three of Anton Salons were trembling by this change, and they felt cold down their spines, but their epidermis was sweating from the hot air around them......

"This is Freya's power!?" Asrema teleported to her companions in a zero-second teleportation, her gaze turning to the widening rifts, "This isn't human power!, it seems, she's a thousand times more powerful than us combined......"

"We have to get out of here!'s force field is enough to kill us!" Insol frowned, he was about to cast a teleportation spell, but found that he couldn't cast a spell in this gradually dense force field...... "She doesn't want us to leave? I've never felt this way, the force field alone can cause silence!" The 'Three Sages' must be like this-"

Just when the two companions were at a loss, Anton Saron caught a glimpse of the three letters on the four-way tablet: FLA, and he suddenly remembered the diary of Parinos, "Freedom, Love, Worship!FLA" He muttered to himself, "Freedom, Love, Worship—I see!"

"What are you talking about?" Asrema looked at Anton Salon, puzzled.

"I see! It's a codeword! I can't feel her force field now!" Anton Sharon curled the corners of his mouth, he took a step forward, raised his hands in the air, and chanted the elven guide in a loud voice:

「Isil·caluva·tielyanna！Nai·tiruvantel·ar·varyuvantel·i·Valar·tielyanna·nuvilya！」

"He also knows elven language?" Asrema pointed at Anton Saron and then looked at Insol on the side, "When did he learn it?"

"Everyone's elven language is self-taught!" Insol spread his hands and raised his eyebrows at the other.

While Asrema and Insol were talking, Anton Salon's chant was already in effect. A circular enchantment glowing with golden light appeared under the feet of all three of them, and three golden threads connected them together to form a regular triangle.

"Three-way teleportation, sure enough, it's an elven spell!" As soon as Insol's words fell, the three of them disappeared from their places......

When the three of them came into contact with the ground again, they were no longer in the War College, but in a completely unfamiliar place. It was a vast savannah, and the grass looked green because of the thick clouds in the sky. From here, as far as the eye can see, there is a depressing black, of course, these are nothing compared to everything in front of you. A tall stone monument emitting a pale green light stood beside the three of them, the stone monument was wide and narrow at the bottom, engraved with dense magic charms, and an oil lamp hung from each of the four corners above, which was now shining with a strange green light...... Anton Saron always felt a familiar smell here, and a voice in his heart told him, "You've been here, this is a place you're very familiar with!"

"Hey—look!" Aslema came to the well under the stele, it was no ordinary well, and there were polygonal rhedrite shards floating at the mouth of the well, "I think—this is the Demon Artifact! Anton Saron, how do you know where it is?"

"I don't know—Parenos's diary recorded that Elven language, I read it out, and it turned out to—" Anton Salonon said as he stepped forward and looked at the red crystal shard carefully, he guessed that there must be a powerful protective charm around the shard.

At that moment, Asrema reached for the Demon Artifact, and before he could touch it, a powerful force catapulted him into the distance—"Damn! Who designed this magic?" he grinned and crawled to his feet, however, the earth trembled violently and caused him to fall again, "What happened?"

"Asrema, get out of the way, behind you!" said Anton Saron's face with surprise and fear.

Insol, who could still keep his calm, teleported to Asrema in time with zero seconds and pushed the other party hard. Immediately after, a massive double-edged axe left a deep mark in the place where Asrema had just stood, and a massive shockwave knocked Anton Saron to the ground ten feet away...... The three of them turned their gaze to the owner of the great axe, a monster nearly eight feet tall and covered in an illusory green light! To be precise, it was the ghost of a humanoid creature, with long, lanky limbs, an ugly head like a reptile, and a pair of bat-like wings on its back.

"Oh, praise the gods! what is this!?" Asremma's eyes widened, if it weren't for the fact that the guy didn't have a physical body, he would have vomited.

"If I'm not mistaken—this is the Spellbinder!" Insol's words surprised the two companions.

"Spellbinder!?is this an alien?" Anton Saron couldn't believe his eyes, he had guessed countless times before what a spellbinder was like, but he never expected this race to be so ugly. He finally understood why these guys were disparaged as "aliens", and they deserved that name.

"Xenomorph!?I know that the 'Void Dread' Ko Garth* is an alien, but I didn't expect it to have a kindred like this!" Asrema despised the spellbinding ghost, who in his opinion was no more difficult to deal with than Ko Garth.

"Don't underestimate him!In the xenohuman system, Ko Garth is just a pet of the Spellbinder!" Insol's explanation caused the two companions to open their mouths wide.

"Pets?Ko Garth has devoured more than 300 summoners and killed five S-rank heroes*!" Asrema said, crawling back, as far away from the spellbinder as he could, "I can't imagine that you would use that kind of thing as a pet!"

"We can't defeat him!he's too powerful for us!" Anton Sharon was already covered in a cold sweat, and he stared at the spellbinder with trepidation, but the other party never moved, and was looking at them at the moment.

"The Demon Hallows - we must find a way to get that!" Insol appeared between the two companions, his gaze shifting between the Demon Weapon and the Spellbinder.

「...... Anton Saron will lead the descendants of the Spellbreakers and the Children of the Void to the village of Doha, in front of the abandoned altar. They need to awaken the undead of the Guardian and convince him to get the key to unlock the seal! The Descendants of the Spellbreaker will get their hands on the Demon Artifact, and the Spellbreaker's Blade will devour the power of the Hallows, though only half of it......

Anton Saron suddenly remembered the passage in Parinos's diary, he looked at the huge stone tablet, whispered, "Altar—" and then turned his gaze to the Spellbinder Ghost, "The Guardian's Undead" His green eyes couldn't help but roll, "Convince him - I know!" As soon as the words fell, he stood up and walked straight towards the Spellbinder Ghost......

"Hey——! are you crazy?" Asrema grabbed Anton Saron by the hem, "Are you going to die?"

"I know you——!!"

The Spellbinder spoke, his voice soft and deep, and somewhat slurred, as if he was not good at using human language.

"Y-recognize me!?" asked Anton Saron tentatively.

"You're the Excian Invoker!I've seen you!" The Spellbinder took two steps forward, and when he saw Anton Saron and the others deliberately avoiding him, he immediately stopped, "You're not bad people! Neither am I! Where is Freya?"

"Do you know Freya?" Anton Saron showed a puzzled expression, he adjusted his tone, "I'm sorry, I'm not Exeseo Invoker, I'm his descendant, named Anton Saron Invoker!"

"Another Supplicant!Freya—I have been instructed by Freya, she is our King!" the Spellbinder removed the Demon Vessel from the well and spread his palms, as if his body was still physical, "Take it! this is our power and the King's gift to you!"

"Freya is your king, what does that mean?" Anton Saron wanted to know more, but Asrema on the side gave him a desperate look, motioning for him not to ask any more.

Insol walked up to the spellbinder alertly, took the Demon Artifact from the other's palm, and ran back to his companion as fast as he could, "Thank you! Can you leave your name?"

"The king didn't give me a name, mortal!" said the spellbinder, slamming his giant axe to the ground, and a purple void portal suddenly appeared in front of the three of them, "The prophecy will return to its original trajectory! My power has also been exhausted, the seal here will be broken, a powerful human is about to be cast, he has been infected by the power of the void, Valoran will tremble in his anger!"

Before entering the portal, Anton Saron glanced at the stone tablet next to the well, which already had obvious cracks and quickly spread around......

[Author's Note]

* Kogas: A famous hero of League of Legends, known as "Fear of the Void", also known as the "Big Bug" because he looks like a giant reptile. Cogath in the text refers to it, not to a category of xenos.

*S-Rank Heroes: League of Legends uses S, A, B, and C to measure the strength of heroes before signing the blood contract, so as to balance the combat power after signing the blood contract, and S stands for "very strong". Of course, there are also heroes such as Kyle "Judgment Angel", Morgana "Fallen Angel", and Jax "Weapon Master" who are too powerful to enter this rating system. It is worth mentioning that the blood pact of League of Legends will weaken all heroes to the C rank, so that the battles in the Land of Justice will be fair and just.

Four

"We've been waiting for a long time, descendants of the ancient family!"

The speaker was a bald man in a black robe, with a dark complexion, his eyes and mouth shining with golden light, and the big hands crossed in front of his body were also pitch black, and the joints were also shining with golden light.

"Where is this—Tegel!?" Asrema looked at the tall, thin man standing at the window, it was none other than Tegel.

"This is Mentor Tegel's bedroom, we entered the Void Portal, and we were actually teleported here!" Anton Saron's face was full of surprise, and he noticed that there was another person he knew in the room, it was a black-robed Mocha, although the hood covered the other party's face, but that kind of force field, there is absolutely nothing wrong with it.

"Looks like there's a prophecy!" Insol frowned, glanced at Mennu, and then turned his gaze to Tegel, "Explain it to us!

"This is Mennu Amuel of the Black Cross of the Roses!" Tegel pointed to the bald man sitting in the wooden chair, "The one next to him—you all recognize, is Mocha Amuel!"

"What's going on!?Mentor Tegel!" Anton Saron tried to communicate with Tegel using his mind-sight technique.

"Anton, they're here to take the Demon Hallows, and that weapon must not fall into the hands of the Black Cross, otherwise, the League of Legends will be over!Open my closet, there is a secret door in it that leads to an obsidian secret room, you all go in!, I'll deal with these two guys!" Tiger responded immediately.

"But—both of them are very strong!"

"Anton, you must not hesitate, what happens today will change history! You must do that!"

"I heard that you got the Demon Artifact, so how about we make a deal?" Mennu said to Anton Saron and the others, "You give me the artifact, and I will guarantee the safety of the few of you, how about it?"

"We're not going to make such a deal with you!" Insol rejected Mennu in a firm tone.

"Oh, the negotiations broke down so easily!" Mennu craned Erro's legs, leaned on the armrest of his chair, and picked up the coffee cup on the table next to him with his other hand, "Kill them, Mocha!"

"Anton! it's now!" Tiger blocked Mocha's path and turned his head slightly, "Live well, boys!"

Anton Salon, nodding with tears in his eyes, grabbed the clothes of his two companions and teleported himself and them into the chamber in a zero-second teleportation......

"There's a secret door hidden behind my closet, it's made of obsidian and steel, you can't get in without my permission!" Tiger clasped his hands together, and the closet next to him immediately lit up red.

Mocha flew up and kicked Tiger hard in the waist, sending the other man flying and crashing into the stone wall on the side of the room. "Then let's kill you first!" There was no trace of emotion in his words, and the tone of his tone made people shudder when they heard it.

"I've got reinforcements, too!" said Tegel, holding his misplaced waist, sat up with difficulty, folded his hands, and chanted a mantra.

"Forbidden Enhancement: Blood Pact Summon!"

On the floor beneath Tegel, a six-pointed barrier with a radius of seven feet appeared, and the center of the barrier lit up with a dazzling red light, and gradually, the red light transformed into a human form - to be precise, this was a young man in a red robe, nearly seven feet tall, he had golden hair, a handsome appearance, a refined temperament, and a halberd behind his hands.

"Storm Child, Leoy!" there was a hint of surprise in Mocha's words, "I heard that you signed a blood pact with Anton Saron, how-"

"Isn't that weird?" Rio interrupted Mocha, "Let me explain to you, I'm not an official member of League of Legends yet, and I can sign a variety of different blood contracts with many summoners!"

"I'm afraid you don't have that chance!" Mocha said, drawing the long sword behind his back, stepping forward, and slashing at the other man's neck—

Leoy chuckled and held his halberd in front of him, parrying the attack. Immediately after, Mocha unleashed a series of sharp attacks, but they were all easily blocked by him, "You're at this level, that's ridiculous!" he looked a little smug.

"This is the end of the temptation for you!" Mocha stabbed his sword sideways as he grasped the hilt of his sword and stabbed it diagonally—the path of the sword was indeed crooked, but it was pointed straight at the heart of the opponent.

Leoyi crossed the halberd and hurriedly parried, but Mocha's long sword drilled under the halberd, and it was about to pierce his heart - but at this moment, he turned the halberd in different directions with both hands, split the halberd into two short halberds, and turned his body to one side, avoiding the fatal blow of his opponent. At the same time, he waved his left arm and launched a fierce counterattack!

Mocha was taken aback by the sudden change in Leoyi's weapon, but after all, he was also experienced in a hundred battles, so he was still able to face it calmly, and he quickly lowered his head and dodged the blow, however, the other party actually made a half-turn when his body was out of control, and the halberd in his right hand went from bottom to top, leaving a three-foot-long wound in Mocha's lower abdomen......

"Look, don't compare me to those heroes, I haven't signed a blood pact yet, and my power hasn't been weakened!" Leoyi looked at his two halberds, which were engraved with dragon patterns, "You should have noticed from the beginning that my weapon is special! Use magic, descendant of Amuel, you really are no match in hand-to-hand combat!"

"You're so arrogant!" Mocha's words were filled with rage, and he held his sword in front of him, appearing beside Rioi like a gust of wind, and the two blades immediately intersected with a loud bang. "Don't you want to see my magic?" he whispered, "at this distance—you can see it clearly!"

"Ha——! didn't you notice - is it just a halberd that I use to parry your sword?" Rioi chuckled, "So—what about the other one!?"

Mocha glanced at the other man's right hand, and a rope protruded from his cuff - he turned his head sharply, and another halberd flew towards him under the pull of the rope! "Oh no——!"

At that moment, Mennu, who had been sitting on a wooden chair watching the battle, appeared next to Mocha and grabbed the iron cable that connected the halberd—for some reason, the iron rope suddenly lit up with a fiery red glow and melted away little by little......

Leoy let out a scream, and it turned out that the iron ropes were already tied to his arms. At this moment, his right arm had been severely burned, and his sleeve had been incinerated...... Mocha took this opportunity to pierce the opponent's body with the long sword in his hand......

"I said a long time ago, you don't have a chance to be a full-fledged hero!" Mocha kicked Rioi away, then shook the blood off the blade and plunged it back into the scabbard behind his back.

"The summoner's way of fighting is really ugly!" Mennu appeared in front of Tegel as he spoke, grabbed the opponent's neck, and lifted it into the air, "The heroes are all treated as marionettes by you! You are obviously a small human with such a humble mana!" As soon as the words fell, he plunged his free left hand into the opponent's abdomen—

"Goo——!" Tegel spat out a mouthful of blood, then reluctantly smiled, "That's a good way to die!"

"Fear of death, then—how about playing with you?" Mennu pulled Tegel's intestines out of his abdomen, and the gushing blood immediately formed a pool of blood on the ground......

Tegel didn't even have a chance to scream before his Adam's apple was pushed into his esophagus by Mennu's middle finger, and he lifted his neck in pain, squeezing out an extremely hoarse voice from his throat...... Immediately afterward, his left rib was punctured by Mennu one by one, and the broken bone pierced his lungs and liver - he wanted to vomit blood, but his esophagus was stuck in the Adam's apple, and the blood could only be forced into the trachea under the pressure of the abdominal cavity, and then spurted out of his nostrils little by little......

Mocha, who was standing on the side, couldn't stand it anymore, he turned his head to the side, but it couldn't stop the pain in his heart, "That's enough——! uncle! Give him to me!" he finally couldn't help but speak.

Mennu glanced at Mocha, then threw Tegel at the other man's feet without looking, "I want to see your way!"

Mocha glanced at the large hole in Tegel's stomach, some blood-red mud paste slowly flowing from it, and he turned his head to one side and removed the leather glove of his right hand, revealing a prosthetic leg that was identical to Mennu's. "I'll end your pain, Tegel!" he said, plunging his right hand into his opponent's chest, grabbing the other's still beating heart......

"Ann-Rayla," Tegel squeezed the name out of his throat, tears welling up in his dark eyes, "she-will be sad-back to her-"

Mocha's mind immediately conjured up the image of Anrela, the scenes of the past, like the pages of a book that kept turning in front of him, and every time the pages were turned, the warm current hidden in the depths of his soul was released, and at the same time, there was a huge sense of guilt. It was as if it was about to turn everything on the back of the moment - it was himself who was pierced through his chest, and it was himself who could be scratched at any moment...... At this moment, his right shoulder suddenly burned like a fire and the pain was unbearable, "This-this!?"

"Mocha, the spell I left on your shoulder has taken effect, you can't disobey my will, or else—" Mennu took a sip of coffee on the table, "and you'll be incinerated to ashes!"

"I've done my job, Michelia will be here soon!Now—I'm going to redeem this boy!" Just as Tegel thought this, a rainbow of light flew into the closet beside him, and he sighed slowly, "It is said that before people die, they will see seven colors of light—it seems that I am really about to say goodbye to this world...... Michelia, in the end, I couldn't say goodbye to you—I'm sorry!" "Mocha—forget your past sins!" he squeezed out the last of his strength.

"Forbidden Technique: Death!"

Tegel grabbed Mocha's left hand and left a silver spell there, which flashed a few times before vanishing. For some reason, Mocha suddenly felt a sense of relief, this emotion was born from the bottom of his heart, and the guilt that had been unbearable for him all this time suddenly disappeared, and the charm in his shoulder was no longer painful...... He lowered his head and whispered, "Thank you, Tegel!" As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled Tegel's heart out of his chest and tossed it aside.

......

"Do you want to say goodbye again, Tegel?" Mishelia smiled sweetly at Tegel.

"Ahh

"Farewell, Queen!"

"Farewell—Anton Saron, Arroni, Anrela...... Haha, I can't say so many names for a while! It's a lucky thing to see you in my lifetime!"

"Farewell......"

The clouds on the canopy gradually dissipated, the sky cleared again, and the warmest and brightest meter was cast into Tegel's window, where Tegel lay on the floor facing the window, with the same smile on his face, but the black eyes under the lenses never saw the sun again......

Five

"Kolya!?" Anton Saron looked at Koria sitting in the secret room, his expression of surprise, but it quickly turned into a smile of relief, "It's great! It's great that you're okay!"

"Where's Mentor Tegel?" asked Korya.

"He's here to save us—" Asrema avoided Koria's gaze.

"Don't worry!he'll be fine!" Insol said as he pulled the scroll out of his pocket, closed his eyes slightly, and muttered a spell, a blinding silver light flashed, and a huge spellbreaker blade was summoned—

"What do you want to do?" Asrema looked confused.

"Vestie says that the Spellbreaker's Blade and the Demon Breaker are one and the same!" Insol said, placing the Demon Breaker on the broad blade, "The two are combined into one, and that's the true form of the Spellbreaker's Blade." ”

「...... The descendants of the Spellbreaker will get the Demon Artifact, and the Spellbreaker's Blade will devour the power of the Hallow, even though only half of it......

Anton Saron remembered the words in Parenos's diary, and he became more and more convinced that the dream he had was indeed true, that Parynos was a descendant of the Charon clan, a true prophet. Just as he thought this, a blinding silver light lit up in the corner of the chamber, and the light source was none other than the Demon Breaker Artifact—at this moment, the Demon Collector's Artifact floated in the air and slowly rotated, and as it rotated, some silver mist melted into the Spellbreaker's Blade......

"I'm sorry, everyone——! I have to interrupt this sacred ceremony!"

The crowd immediately turned their gaze to the speaker, who was dressed in a large black robe, with a silver cross embroidered with roses on his chest, a tall and thin figure, and a long-handled scythe in his right hand.

"It's you again!" Insol put away the Demon Remnant, grabbed the hilt of the Spellbreaker Blade with both hands, and plunged it into the floor in front of him, he was surprised to find that the greatsword seemed to be much lighter.

"Soul Breaker—Badogus!" Anton Saron looked at the guy in front of him, the opponent's force field was ethereal and huge, he really couldn't imagine that the prophecy would actually fight such an enemy himself.

"Looks like we're on the wrong side!" Asrema looked at Bagogus, "How did you get in? This is the Charm Gate, and Tiger has sealed the entrance!"

"As you can see, I'm the Soul Breaker!" Badugus split! Behind him there was an extra self, but this clone looked disembodied like a ghost, and there were three iron cables connecting the soul clone and the body, "My soul cloak can allow me to pass through any matter!"

"Do you hear that?Insol?" Asrema tilted her head towards Insol beside her and summoned her own metal rod, "In that case, physical attacks don't work against him!"

"His mystery lies in the conversion between body and soul!" Insol frowned, carefully examining Badogus, he tried not to miss any of the characteristics of the other party's appearance, "This is the strongest enemy we have faced so far, I have investigated this man, he was once known as the 'Death of Summoners', and in the last thirty years, he has killed nearly five hundred summoners!

"Five hundred ——!?," Koria looked horrified, "There are only six hundred summoners in League of Legends right now, this guy—"

"How—fight him!?" Anton Saron felt a chill in his hands and feet, and his heartbeat increased to the point where he shivered......

Six

Dressed in a beige robe, Michelia appeared in Tegel's bedroom, crouching down beside Tegel's corpse, her platinum-gold eyes filled with tears. The four walls and ceilings changed strangely, and some purple crystals "grew" rapidly in the corners, and it felt like an accelerated icing phenomenon......

"Mocha, open the portal!" Mennu glanced at Mocha beside him, then his gaze fell on Michelia, "Don't come unharmed, girl!"

Michelia ignored Mennu, she just cried quietly there, and for some reason, when those sparkling tears fell on Tegel's body, they immediately turned into lilac crystals. In just three seconds, the entire bedroom became a world of amethysts, and all the furniture was covered with ice-prismatic crystals......

"Aren't we going to kill her?" Mocha had already opened the portal, and he was surprised to find that the edge of the oval portal had an extra layer of crystal "frame", "This is ——!?"

"One of the invincible abilities in the summoner system, called 'crystallization'" Mennu stared at Michelia, who was squatting on the ground motionless, and his tone became very low, "She is already enraged, fighting her in this state is tantamount to seeking death! Mocha, let's get out of here as soon as possible!"

"Do you want to take him with you?" Mocha glanced at the unconscious Rioi, his words full of contempt and disdain.

"Of course—this idiot will be of great use to us!" Mennu pulled a scroll from his coat pocket and opened it to reveal the six-pointed barrier on it. He waved his left hand, and the powerful force field caused Rioi's form to turn into a red light, which was then absorbed by the enchantment little by little.

Mocha and Mennu strode into the portal, and at the same time, the glowing blue light disappeared......