I could only watch helplessly as the knife struck Galen.

"General!!!" everyone shouted helplessly.

"Keng——" There was a heavy clash of steel.

Next moment, Galen.

Galen, who was already covered with thousands of arrows, suddenly raised his sword and chopped the sharp sword into pieces with one strike.

The fearless sword tore through the night and cut off the head.

"Pfft—" the sound of a long sword piercing a person's nerves entering the flesh.

In the wind.

In the wind, Galen raised his sword and shouted: "Invincible!!!"

As if to prove that he is not dead yet.

"Invincible!!!"

Everyone should agree.

As if to prove that they are not dead either.

The killing continues.

Later, the Demacians, who had been burned by the black flames, finally couldn't stand it anymore.

Even the heart that shouts invincibility cannot withstand those real swords and flames.

More and more people rushed to Galen.

They formed a circle and killed the men who were defending Galen one by one.

Then they were killed one by one by Galen at his feet.

There are mountains of corpses.

Galen stood alone on the mountain of corpses holding a fearless sword.

He had no strength left, and he even needed to hold on to his sword to keep himself from falling, but when he looked at the Noxian assassins who were still rushing out of the darkness, he still roared: "Let go."

Come here, you will die with honor."

This is a certain kind of heroic dignity firmly standing upright.

"Do you want to shoot an arrow?" an adjutant standing next to Swain asked as he looked at the Demacia man who had been killed into death, and then at the longbow behind him that was ready to go.

"No." Swain shook his head and touched the injured crow on his shoulder.

The injured crow gave a low cry.

The remaining sounds of fighting and the sound of burning flames echoed in the surrounding darkness.

Like a sad elegy.

"A hero deserves an honorable death."
Chapter completed!