With one sword, the obstacles of time can be overcome.

Before the raging black flames all over the sky completely engulf the world, pierce straight into the center of the black flames.

That devilish man.

The demon-like man didn't seem to react. He was still stuck in the last moment. He was still opening his blood-filled eyes, pointing his sword directly at the man who should have been swallowed up by the black flames.

The sword of absolute darkness advances one more inch.

All the darkness that had been shrunk onto the sword stabbed half an inch in front of the demonic man's eyebrows.

The demonic man suddenly raised his sword and blocked the sword of absolute darkness with a speed that also transcended time.

The swords meet.

"Ding——" made an extremely clear sound.

It's like the chirping of some kind of spring bird.

There is an extremely strange beauty in the endless black flames.

Time and space stopped for a moment.

Two long swords that also transcended time clashed together.

The black flames solidified.

The whole world, at that moment, was like a peerless burning picture.

The next moment.

The black flames began to dissipate.

The darkness also began to dissipate.

The two absolutely terrifying long swords slowly separated.

There was no explosion, no roar, no tsunami of destruction.

Everything is as quiet as the leaves falling in late autumn and the snow falling on winter nights.

Snow falls on winter nights.

A piece of snow fell from the endless sky.

It fell on General Burnham's dark armor.

Tonight, it started to snow again.

Burnham slowly inserted the long black sword on the ground, and his whole body squatted on the ground along with the sword. At that moment, he seemed to sigh.

The punctured wound between his eyebrows no longer released darkness and was empty. It was as if his soul had completely escaped.

As for that demon-like man, the blood in his eyes was no longer rich and turned into pitch black bit by bit. The blood-like demon patterns on his body also receded and no longer jumped like snakes.

.

He could no longer hold the sword in his hand, and he couldn't even lean on the sword like General Burnham did. His whole body fell weakly and heavily toward the back.

Like a fiery rune that has exhausted its energy.

It seems like a lose-lose situation.

The snow continues to fall.

The second and third pieces floated down.

The fourth piece.

When the fourth piece of snow fell, a bit of extreme frost suddenly lit up from the darkness and rushed towards the fallen man at a speed as fast as falling snow.

Unstoppable.

Surprisingly.

Like the oriole left until the end.

But at this moment, General Burnham, half squatting on the ground with his sword in his hand, suddenly stood up and raised his sword as if he was dead.

With one sword, he slashed towards that bit of frost.

Darkness returned. The dark sword light blocked the bit of frost on the road, revealing her figure.

Lissandra.

"Burnham, you shouldn't have stopped me." Lissandra was not angry. She stroked the pretty face of the girl who was crying silently in her arms and said in a sweet voice, "You know, in your current situation,

, I can kill you. Although, I don’t want to kill you.”

"Lissandra, you shouldn't have insulted me either." General Burnham placed his sword in front of the demonic man, "This is a fair duel, he can only die in my hands."

"Is there such a thing as a duel..." Lissandra seemed to sigh, "Since when did you start to believe in mortal rules?"

"Maybe..." General Burnham raised his sword. He might be smiling. "He has lived too long."

He said this very softly, as if he was speaking to himself.

When these words fell, the fifth piece of snow fell.

Darkness invades.

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Darkness invades.

In the darkness, the army, which had lost the attack of the terrifying hunters, rushed towards the man whose heart was pierced by thousands of arrows without any scruples.

The siege of Galen begins.

"General, let's go." Another Demacian soldier rushed out of the endless black flames and rushed to Galen's side.

He knelt down and begged.

"Yes, General, let's go." The third soldier squatted down and tried to help Galen up.

"General, let's go." More Demacian soldiers shouted from the darkness.

They had collided with the fast-running Noxian assassins, and they may have been burned by the flames until they breathed their last.

But they still picked up the swords at hand and started fighting, just to buy a little bit of time for Galen!!!

"General!!!" Someone screamed in the darkness.

The sword cut through the wind, and flesh and blood spattered in the black flames.

Burning.

"General..." Everyone roared around Galen.

"Everyone, get up." Galen finally had some reaction. He refused the hand that helped him, and he stood up from the ground with force.

He didn't move forward, he didn't run away.

He turned around, inserted the fearless sword in his hand on the ground again, and held it with both hands.

Hunting in a cloak, with long black arrows all over his body, in the darkness, as usual, calmly ordered: "Get ready to meet the enemy."

His voice was calm, as if he was not injured.

That kind of calm voice without any intention of retreat made those soldiers give up the idea of ​​persuasion.

They clenched their swords again, turned around, and together with their commander, facing the blazing flames and swords, they responded in a low voice: "Yes!!!"

With this sound it fell.

Snow also fell.

Snow stubbornly passed through the intense black flames and fell onto the battlefield that would eventually bleed.

Blood also fell.

The first drop of blood spattered on the knife with the too-fast charge.

The first Noxian assassin was surrounded and killed by the desperate Demacians.

The second Noxian assassin broke through the first layer of Demacian defense and engaged those behind with swords.

The entire battlefield finally came together.

Many Demacians have completely lost their combat effectiveness, but they still use their last bit of strength and will to do their best to prevent the Noxians from advancing.

Because their commander-in-chief, the invincible man, was watching them from behind.

How can you... fall down?!!

But after all, the Noxian Assassination Team's combat effectiveness has become a little stronger, and they are just waiting for work.

After holding on for nearly five minutes, someone finally rushed to Galen.

He didn't make any sound, didn't laugh, and didn't feel proud. Just like the sharp arrows stuck in Galen's body, he slashed at Galen with a hard and cold sword.

Straight to the throat.

Galen was so fast that no one around him had time to block him.
To be continued...