Rengar smelled strongly of people and fire.

Burnt smell.

His head finally stopped hurting a little, because his destination was already in front of him.

The black flames in front of him burned very intensely, making him feel a little hot.

But it was just heat, he didn't feel anything else.

A bit of black flame jumped onto his body, but he just slapped it away.

The black flame cannot cause him any harm, nor can it stop him.

His steps, his sight.

He has already stepped one foot into the endless black flames, and his target is in the depths of the endless black flames, at the forefront of the countless people eroded by the flames.

a man.

A man with a sword like thunder.

Rengar had seen this man before, and Rengar remembered his bravery.

I also wanted to put his head into my collection.

His name seems to be...

Galen.

But that doesn't matter anymore, they are all going to die anyway.

Rengar never remembered the names of dead people, no, I should say, he was never used to remembering other people's names.

Everyone is prey.

Prey doesn't need a name.

Rengar had opened his claws and stepped forward.

As long as he takes three more positions, he can take the head in one leap.

Come to think of it, at that time, my head would definitely not be...

It hurts again!!!

"Roar—" Rengar roared lowly, adjusting his entire body to the optimal jumping state.

But just when he was about to blast towards Galen's head, his head started to hurt again.

Severe pain.

The pain was so painful that he almost rolled on the ground again.

Fortunately, he hadn't taken action yet, and he could not hold back his forward momentum.

Take a deep breath.

Why?

Why don't you let me kill him?

Rengar almost yelled in anger.

And his head only gave him one answer.

The time has not come yet.

What time?

opportunity……

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The time has come.

Galen had already rushed to the front with his long sword. His strength was exhausted, and the dark flames had wrapped around his body.

He had no time to care about the entangled flames and could only let them burn his skin. He was tired of dealing with the swords that kept swinging at him.

There are not many people following him, or in other words, there are not many people who can still follow him. Most of them have been burned to coke in the terrible black flames. Others who do not belong to him are already starting to

Fleeing, only a handful of warriors who were loyal to him and strong enough were still braving the dark flames to follow him forward.

"General..." A man wearing an obvious Demacian military uniform resisted the knife for Galen. His body was burning with thick black flames, but he just said without saying a word, "We..."

"Demacia Military Rules No. 1..." Galen interrupted him without letting him finish. He waved his sword at the endless black flames ahead and shouted, "Never retreat!!!"

"

"Follow me..."

The wind roared loudly and the flames were like demons.

"charge!!!"

Galen suddenly swung his sword, and his whole body whirled out with the fearless sword in his hand.

Flames burned blazingly on his body. His sword was like the wind, and when combined, it was like a burning fire storm.

"That's almost it." Swain looked at the man swinging his sword like a storm and nodded expressionlessly.

Behind him, countless long bows were raised.

Every arrow on the bow is annihilated like darkness.

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Absolute black flames pierced the sky.

The speed was so fast that it didn't even make a sound.

Some are just absolute tearing and annihilation.

Demonic men rushed towards the fortress riddled with holes.

Along the way, the space was constantly being torn apart, broken, and reunited with vibrations.

The whole world was in turmoil under the impact of that man. It was like the end of the world.

In just one breath, the demonic man had already rushed into the fortress.

The crumbling fortress, already licked by the flames, was completely unable to withstand the impact of the demonic man.

There is no need to touch it at all. Wherever that man goes, the ruins will melt away like thin snow turning into spring water.

Nothing stands in the way.

No one can withstand such a terrible blow.

The demonic man's sword is like fire.

From heaven to earth.

Falling like a meteor.

The violent momentum was like a sword piercing the surface of the earth and going deep into the center of the earth, swallowing up even the deepest earth fire lava.

Leave no room for anything.

Cut them all off, kill them all.

"Kill!!!" The demonic man uttered complete words from his mouth for the first time, and the blood in his eyes completely filled his eyes.

There is no trace of rationality anymore. Only magic.

Demonic patterns are like blood.

The black flames all over the world gathered behind him in an instant.

Kill with a long sword.

Kill kill kill kill kill kill!!!

The invincible sword force, wrapped in roaring black flames, crushed everything and stabbed straight into the black-armored man lying in the center of the ruins.

Between his brows.

Burnham.

He seemed to have been seriously injured by the previous blow. He fell deeply into a huge pit and did not get up.

Only his long black sword stood proudly and did not fall.

Do you want to die proud?

The killing sword suddenly reached three inches.

General Burnham is still lying in the deep pit. It seems that he is really unable to fight anymore.

Are you really going to die?

The man who once looked down upon the entire continent for hundreds of years.

A man who will always stand like a god of war and will never fall.
To be continued...