In the absolute darkness, there is only one knife emitting an absolutely impossible light.

Beauty under the moon.

In Lao Du's hands, he insisted on the last difference.

"You shouldn't have come back when you left." General Burnham sat in the eternal darkness, speaking earnestly as if he was a truly good boss facing his subordinate who had not seen him for years.

"I know." Old Du clenched the knife.

He knew, but he came anyway.

"For what? Revenge?" General Burnham asked in a curious tone, without any murderous aura, but was unattainable in the darkness. "But you have tried it once."

"I can try again." Lao Du took a deep breath.

Delshu, who was directly ignored by him, was also prepared for his hard work.

"You are still as brave and fearless as before." General Burnham exclaimed, as if he was laughing in the dark, "To commemorate that we once fought side by side, can I keep your body all this time?"

"No need." Lao Du spoke.

The next moment, the sword light rose from the darkness.

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The strong wind blew again.

Seeing that the king's roar had already disappeared.

The atmosphere at the city gate was solemn that there were thousands of long arrows on the bow, and the strings were tensed and about to burst.

No one spoke any more, the eyes in the night faced the eyes, and the ruthless ones were fierce and fierce.

Twist.

The sound of the collision of momentums seemed to be heard in the air.

Just a little bit short of Mars.

The entire battlefield can quickly burn the prairie fire.

Everyone was waiting for this fire, holding their breath and holding their minds, holding their swords tightly, and daring not to take a step forward.

Don't dare to move.

This step is too important, this step...

"Kara--" Someone finally sent it out.

Ezreal.

He completely ignored the entire solemn scene that the space was almost twisted. He casually stepped on a thick piece of snow, and raised his right hand that had turned into a muzzle. He fired at Wallybel.

"Lin——" The light blue arcane energy resonated with the air, making a crisp sound like a wind chime.

In the sound of the wind chime, everyone subconsciously made a charge.

"Paila--" The arcane energy impacted on Wallybel's sharp and vigorous claws, and was crushed by the thunder that was still lingering.

"Crack--" Thunder still roared.

"Pu" The first man rushed out one foot.

"Paila-" like a horn echoing the entire space.

Everyone surged out of the darkness.

Sparkling fire.

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"Boom--" The vast snow-capped mountains suddenly exploded from the darkness.

A pair of extremely sharp claws rushed out of the debris dust, tearing the strong wind that was whistling past.

In the endless night, a pair of strong and wild-burning eyes were revealed.

Relgar.

Guided by the sounds in his mind, he couldn't help but climbed over countless mountains without stopping. He ran a long way to come here.

here.

where?

After a long journey, Relgar was not tired at all. He had only anger at his powerlessness and disgust for the inexplicable nerves in his brain that tormented his nerves.

flame?

people?

Damn weak humanity.

Relgar squinted his eyes and looked at the place where the war was burning in the dark night, and hummed a strong white air from his nose in a muffled manner.

He still has to go, continue walking, and go to the place where there are many people.

His brain kept reminding him like this.

Relgar was also lazy to resist. After all the struggle, he successfully injured his face and almost took his head off his neck.

There is really no choice.

It would be better to keep following the thoughts in your head. Maybe you can still see the damn guy who dares to control himself.

Then I will take off that guy's head directly.

Of course, the premise is not to let yourself die.

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Inside the fortress.

Outside the closed door.

A group of Demacia stormtroopers holding long swords formed a circle and firmly protected Chen Senran who was bombarded into the wall.

No one moved. Even if their leader was in the darkness of the gate, life and death were uncertain, no one showed any intention of going forward and leaning on the gate to find out.

Discipline is discipline. Since the orders received are to protect Chen Senran, then Chen Senran must not make any mistakes.

A Demacia stormtrooper who was a military doctor stood next to Chen Senran, who was in an unknown injury. He stretched out his hands to try to pull Chen Senran out of force and treat him.

But he just touched Chen Senran's arm with a magic pattern like a snake. He shrank back like an electric shock.

A large piece of his hand was burned, and an unknown high temperature flowed out from Chen Senran's arm, breaking a large piece of his tough skin.

A strong burnt smell immediately filled the air.

Chen Senran's body was extremely hot for some reason.

But he did not give up. He glanced at a comrade-comrade opposite, pulled off a piece of cloth from his robe, and signaled him to take action together.

But at this moment, he suddenly heard a voice-

"Rush-"

It's like a grass animal crawling.

A strong cold suddenly erupted in the air, and a strong chill surged onto his vest.

What's going on?

He glanced at the comrades opposite and wanted to ask, but found that the other party's armor was covered with thick frost at some point.

Something is wrong.

He knew something was wrong.

But it's too late.

Because the tide of ice frozen him before he spoke.

The entire corridor where the flames were hanging was frozen by frost in an instant.

Even the burning flame is no exception.

A woman with frost flowing in every inch of her blood vessel was coming from the end of the corridor. She was holding a delicate girl with a smile on her face.

Not flattering, not charming.

Lisandrao.

Lisangzhuo walked slowly through the people who were frozen into ice before they even had time to hold the hilt tightly, and came to Chen Senran.

The entire corridor, perhaps where Chen Senran is located, has not been frozen.

A powerful heat surrounded Chen Senran, melting all the frost that wanted to erode him.

Lisangzhuo looked at Chen Senran with satisfaction, slowly approached him, took a deep breath and said, "What an intoxicating smell."

The ripe taste of the fruit.

Lisangzhuo smiled and put one hand on Chen Senran's hand, without burning or freezing.

Only the endless magic patterns were twisting wildly.
Chapter completed!