"Pah——"

The crashing sound of ** resounded in the air again, low and scattered.

The snow is still falling.

There was silence for a long time. There was no more unnecessary sound except the wind.

The moonlight was like a broken knife, reflecting on the cracked earth walls that were as hideous as ancient corpses. It was deathly quiet, and even the sound of breathing was barely audible.

The fight to the death finally came to an end.

Both sides suffer.

This result was somewhat beyond Swain's expectation. In fact, Darius, a mad tiger, always brought him a little surprise every time he went crazy, and this time was no exception. Originally, he thought that Darius could only

He could barely resist the attacks of Jiawen and Xin Zhao. Unexpectedly, he exchanged injuries for injuries and killed the two opponents' combat power.

There is still a chance to win, which is really good news.

But he still sighed helplessly, because those Demacia stormtroopers were still standing intact, and he needed to deal with them himself.

Fifty members of the Demacia Dauntless Stormtroopers may be an insurmountable mountain to ordinary people, but it is definitely not Swain's mountain.

He just thinks it's too troublesome, but more importantly, he really hates taking action himself. He always likes to kill people with his mind. It's not that he is so arrogant that he doesn't need force, but the kind of flesh-and-blood fight between himself and others.

It will remind him of the drunken man who died many years ago and kept beating the woman on that rainy morning. He will feel that his whole body is wet and full of the acid rain of that morning, and he will feel sick and want to vomit.

Swain's face turned pale for a moment, and he felt his stomach began to churn, but he still moved his gaze to the faces of those Demacians. Because, it was like he was vomiting and stabbing through the

That man has the same heart, and some things really have to be done.

The torch was still burning, and the firelight from the only light in the dark and snowy night blurred the faces of the Demacians.

They were also looking at Swain, the only remaining lame enemy. In terms of numbers, they could tear Swain to pieces in an instant.

But none of them moved, simply because they saw Swain's gaze, which diverged inch by inch under the reflection of the only remaining torch, becoming twisted and strange, making people afraid to look directly.

At that moment, these Demacian soldiers on the blood-drinking battlefield felt a chill and hesitation in their hearts. It was different from the huge sense of oppression when facing Darius, but as if they were facing a huge spinning wheel alone.

The swirling whirlpool seemed like it would be sucked into it as soon as it got close, and it was impossible to turn over.

Confronted in silence.

After a long time, Swain's shoulders moved, as if he felt that the snow on his shoulders was too much and too heavy. He shook his shoulders vigorously, knocking away the ordinary crow on his shoulders.

The snow fell to the ground, and the crow soared into the sky, flying higher and higher, into the snow curtain, and let out a long and hoarse cry high in the sky.

"Wow--"

This long cry broke the silence of the entire world. The eyelids of all Demacians jumped, and they subconsciously clenched the swords in their hands.

Swain pursed his mean lips, and the twitching in his stomach made his face pale again. He couldn't help but hold the crutch with both hands.

He looked at the Demacians who had already felt uneasy, and let out a long sigh again.

That long sigh penetrated into every Demacian body along with the deep cold wind, and every Demacian soldier couldn't help but shudder.

A long sigh fell.

The moment the long sigh fell, Demacia, who had not yet recovered from the bone-chilling cold, felt her eyes darken, and the strange light in Swain's eyes suddenly shrank.

Even the blazing torches were extinguished.

There is no more warmth and light, and even the half-hidden waning moon has reappeared and disappeared into the boundless snow curtain.

The whole world is full of darkness.

The next moment, there was an endless sound of wings vibrating from the darkness, like thousands of demons hungry for flesh and blood surging out of the gates of hell.

"Tear--" A sharp sound filled the air.

"Tear--" The sound of sharp weapons piercing flesh and blood filled the sky.

The Demacians who suddenly lost their vision let out a dull roar. At first, they could remain calm and relied on their hearing to judge the possible direction of the attack. However, as more and more scars appeared on their bodies, the attacks became more and more ineffective.

Everywhere, they lost their cool and began to wave their swords wildly.

In the darkness, there were constant sounds of flesh and blood splattering, and the sounds of foreign objects falling to the ground, but more often than not, there were the tragic screams of people before they died.

This was a massacre, an absolute massacre in the dark. Many people died unwillingly.

After a long time, the endless vibration of wings sounded again in the darkness, heading towards the sky, and all the demons returned to hell.

The darkness fades.

The heavy snow was still falling to the ground, and the waning moon leaked another ray of light like a knife, cutting through the dark night, revealing the broken bones and flesh all over the ground.

The ground was full of corpses, like hell.

Swain's face was extremely pale. He felt the viscosity all over his body, and he felt his stomach churning. He covered his chest with his hands and coughed several times, but in the end he did not spit it out.

A long, low hoarse roar sounded from the horizon again.

"Wow--"

That ordinary crow shuttled down from the sky and slowly landed on Swain's shoulder. The crow was still the same crow, but its eyes were scarlet, as red as blood.

Swain stood there for a long time, and finally let out a long breath. He took out a magic flint stone from his arms and relit the extinguished torch. He turned around with his crutches and prepared to light the powerful magic explosives.

And the moment he turned around, his body froze there and never moved again.

Just because he suddenly felt a great threat running up his back, and finally aimed at his heart. If he took another step, he believed that his heart would be penetrated immediately.

"I advise you to put down the torch in your hand first, otherwise my hands will tremble and I will shoot you in the heart, Mr. Swain." A slightly sharp female voice came from behind him, sharp.

Just like the Hex magic rifle in her hand.

Under the waning moon, Caitlin cocked his gun and took aim, his eyes like an eagle.

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Things have started to go wrong again recently.

Trying to adjust.
Chapter completed!