Denitz thought about what he should say when he stepped into the highest palace in Noxus and faced the man on the throne.

Angry, roaring, sad, sad, calm lines were practiced countless times in his mind.

But when he really stood in this dark palace.

When the door behind him slowly closed, all the joys and sorrows, life and death in the world were locked outside.

He was silent.

He said nothing.

He just clenched the knife in his hand at the darkness.

Because, he suddenly realized that even at this moment, his heart still had... a little bit of nostalgia in front of this country and this land.

Even though all his family members died, even if he had been wandering outside for decades, even if he had led countless troops to flatten the city.

Even if countless soldiers died for him.

But when he really came to this country, the center of this land, facing the owner of this land.

He found himself still a Noxusian.

He was also a Noxusian. If he hadn't had the past, he should have served in the navy, and then went from the most basic sailor to the general, led a fleet, sailed for a lifetime, and finally added glory to his family.

The martial honor died after his death.

He could die for this country, and what he had in his bones was the four most powerful marks of Noxus.

So he was silent.

He didn't know what he should say.

He slowly came to the center of the vast hall with the frozen blood knife in his hand.

He raised his head as if he had come to see him many years ago.

He wanted to see clearly the man on the throne in the darkness.

But just like many years ago, he saw nothing.

He suddenly looked forward to that person's speech.

Even if it's just a rebuke.

At this moment, he suddenly realized a truth.

He traveled thousands of miles and came here not for revenge, but just to express the anger of an abandoned Noxus.

What he wants to say is that he should not be abandoned.

He, Dunitz, is a real Noxusian.

He needs to be recognized.

But no one spoke in the darkness.

The Supreme One on the Throne was silent as many years ago.

Or, is it disdain?

Denitz's lips moved, but he didn't say anything in the end.

He made a bold decision.

He began to move forward.

Go to that throne.

He wants to see who is sitting on the throne.

Why can he act recklessly about his destiny like this?

Denitz's pace was fast, and although he was old, he was extremely fast.

In just three breaths, he had reached the final step.

He was getting closer to that throne.

The darkness around it is getting thicker and thicker.

As he trembled and walked up the last three steps, he finally vaguely saw the outline of the throne.

There...

yes……

Dunitz suddenly frowned, and he stepped forward two steps as if he was a little unbelievable.

His hands were almost able to touch the throne.

But there...

"Dong--" At this moment, a violent door ramming suddenly sounded behind him.

Almost at the same time, a light traveled through the darkness in an extremely tenacious manner. At the fastest speed, it penetrated from outside the door and illuminated the throne.

On that throne.

Dunitz saw it.

Empty, as if it were.

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"Qu" The crow chuckled in the rain again.

The rain curtain suddenly became thicker.

The war has reached its last moment.

All the Noxus were forced to the last shore.

They are still retreating.

Someone couldn't help but kneel on the ground and began to beg for mercy.

Some people have jumped into the sea.

Only that cripple, Sviin.

He still didn't move, like a statue.

"Gu—" It's a crow again.

The rain was getting tighter.

Everyone was inexplicably upset.

It's clear... I'm already sure to win.

in the end……

"Ta" A crisp sound suddenly sounded in the air.

It's like... someone snapped his fingers?

Someone really snapped his fingers.

Svein, he smiled. Finally moved his finger.

It was inexplicably moving.

Everyone thought he was crazy.

At such a moment.

What else, what, after...

"Bang—" A dark flame suddenly burned silently from the air. It passed through the rain curtain and rushed straight to the back of the Ionian coalition.

"Bang--"

"Bang--"

"Bang--"

"Bang--"

"Bang—" Immediately afterwards, countless similar black flames burned together in all directions.

at the same time--

"Tap--" Svein snapped his second finger.

But not many people can hear this snap of their fingers.

Because the Ionians have been trapped in the terrible black flame, they screamed... and ushered in-

The sword of one's own people.

That's right.

At that moment, the moment Svein's second finger fell.
To be continued...