"Tryndamere!!!" Garen slashed away a flower-like black flame that was heading towards him and roared around.

The dark flames had engulfed everyone, and Galen could no longer see his army or his enemies.

He can only roar to find possible surviving allies.

But no one answered him, only more raging flames and swords answered him.

The sword came from nowhere.

They pierced Galen's vital points from all weird angles.

Galen had to raise his sword to block it.

But this block attracted more swords.

They attacked intensively, retracted and released neatly, and their intensity was more fierce than those flames.

Galen took three steps back. Although he was not hurt in any way, he felt a trace of heavy pressure.

Those swords were calm and indifferent, leaving no room for every attack. Galen could feel the flames burning on the bodies of those holding the swords.

But their attack was meticulous, as if they were completely unaffected by the burning flames.

This terrible self-control and execution made Galen think of a name——

Noxian Assassination Squad.

His old rival.

Swain finally took action.

"Swain!!!" Galen swung his sword to repel the attacks from the endless black sea of ​​fire again. At the same time, he thrust his long sword and pierced the heart of a man who had no time to retreat. He raised that man high.

, roaring in the dark flames.

Swain did not answer. He stood outside the battlefield. The flames that swallowed the sky and the earth were unable to erode him. A circle of miserable green brilliance was constantly reborn and annihilated around him, protecting his last foothold.

As if he could clearly see the hellish battlefield surrounded by black flames, he coldly directed the black-armored assassin team members behind him who were also eroded by the black flames to continuously charge towards Galen.

He has only one purpose, and that is to kill Galen.

Although this sudden black flame that covered the sky disrupted most of his plans, it also helped him complete most of his plans.

After this battle, both the Freljord's forces and Demacia's forces will suffer a fatal blow.

If the pride of Demacia and the greatest hero of the Demacia military in the past ten years, Galen, the Power of Demacia, is killed again...

Then, everything will become extremely beautiful.

Swain waved again.

The Noxian assassination squads advance again.

Jet black flames were wrapped in jet black armor. They were like a group of Death Gods incarnated by black flames.

Galen swung his sword again and killed an assassin team member who was trying to decapitate him.

He breathed heavily.

He was a little tired.

The day's fighting during the day had already consumed most of his strength, and now the ubiquitous black flames had overwhelmed him.

Facing the same fierce sword that was everywhere, a trace of powerlessness flashed in his heart.

He knew that he had been defeated, and nearly 20,000 people in the coalition army had been swallowed up by this sudden fire.

Not many will survive.

But he also knew that Sejuani was also defeated, because all her troops were within the range of the flames.

So if you rush forward and rush out of the burning range of the flame, everything...

Maybe it's still possible!!!

"Charge with me!!!" Galilendi raised his sword countless times and roared around in the endless fire.

The tongues of fire spread, and the sword's edge was like thunder.

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dark.

Endless darkness.

Endless darkness spread from the tip of Burnham's sword. The moment he slowly raised the sword, it rushed towards the man covered in demonic patterns and blood.

Overwhelming.

Crush the black flames and void all the way, trying to assimilate all the different colors.

But the man with blood-like magic patterns didn't even look at it. He just snorted coldly.

Then his body moved wildly.

In an instant, he appeared from his original position in front of General Burnham, who was still slowly raising his sword.

He crushed the darkness and ignored all the rules of extrusion and the limitations of time and space.

He just moves and draws his sword.

All the dark flames that were swimming around the world a moment ago rushed towards the emerald green sword at this moment.

The sword spits fire like a dragon.

In just an instant, all the black flames seemed to have gathered on the emerald green sword.

One sword, one world.

The emerald green sword easily penetrated the darkness that seemed to be able to block everything.

With just one sword thrust, he stabbed General Burnham between the eyebrows.

General Burnham was still holding his sword. He didn't seem to react, or he seemed to be leisurely waiting for the sword to come.

Until that emerald-green sword, carrying the black flames that enveloped the world, crushed all darkness. It was half an inch in front of his eyebrows.

Only then did he backhand and block the long black sword in front of him.

"Ding——" The incredibly crisp and clear sound of the clash echoed through the endless dark world.

It was like an incredible light shone through.

The demon-like man was shaken back a step, and the black flames that followed him dispersed as he retreated.

But General Burnham still stood there, motionless, not sad, not happy.

From the beginning to the end, it was like he just blocked a sword with his backhand and then repelled that peerless blow.

Elegant, as if he was demonstrating the most standard aristocratic sword skills.

"Teng——" Regarding such a failure, the demon-like man did not have any emotional fluctuations.

He didn't roar, nor was he angry. He just added a little more surging anger in his eyes——

Draw the sword again.

The black flames all over the world once again gathered towards him.

The demonic man stood up and stepped forward, the emerald green sword in his hand once again——

Breathing fire like a dragon.

One sword, one world.

The second world suddenly crashed into General Burnham.

This time he was still waiting, his hand just there.

He seemed to firmly believe that this sword could still be repelled by the pitch-black sword in front of him.

Not moving.

Unmoving as a mountain.

"Ding——" The swords clashed again.

The result is still the same.

The demonic man still took a step back.

But he just took a step back. He didn't make any pause after taking this step.

He drew his sword again, the third time.

The third sword struck the mountain-like black sword.

"Ding——" General Burnham finally trembled.

"Ding——" The fourth sword.

"Ding——" The fifth sword.

"Ding——" The sixth sword.

"Boom -" the landslide.

At the sixth sword, the immovable mountain finally collapsed.

General Burnham was hit directly from the void to the ground without any warning.

Darkness breaks along the way.

The black flame once again swallowed up everything and ruled the earth.

The demon-like man stood high in the sky and looked at the man who had been bombarded all the way into the crumbling fortress that had been licked by black flames.

The body moves again.

Black flames surge again
Chapter completed!