If you are going to die tomorrow, what would you think?

If you're going to die in another hour, what would you think?

If you are going to die in the next second, what will you think?

Dunitz looked at the crowd standing under the throne, and suddenly remembered the legendary first and last queen of the Frelljord Empire.

When she died, she also sat on a high throne.

Facing the enemy's army in the hall and the arrogant and rude persuading the enemy's general to surrender, she just cut off her head proudly.

Denitz thought he would never cut off his head because it was not a soldier's way of death.

He would only draw out his sword and fight until the last moment until thousands of arrows pierce the heart.

He continued to look at the faces under the throne. They might have been under their command, and they might have killed the enemy for themselves, but now they are coming to kill themselves, and their armor is covered with flesh and blood, some of which belong to their own people, and some of which belong to his soldiers.

But he had no intention of distinguishing, nor could he have the power to distinguish, because soon they would stick to his.

He will die.

die.

Dunitz suddenly laughed. He was already a human being. He had died after the huge change decades ago.

He has no family, no country, and only hatred that has nowhere to be told.

It's also a kind of relief.

Finally died on the highest throne of this once loved homeland.

It's considered liberation.

"Zheng--" Denitz drew the scimitar given by Burnham ainch.

The originally quiet crowd under the throne suddenly became restless.

They pulled the weapon out inch as if they were retaliating.

"Zheng——"

In absolute darkness, face everyone alone.

It's like, facing the whole world.

The infinitely terrifying murderous aura lingers around Denitz, and the infinite pressure nails him to the throne.

But he, the extremely elderly general, burst into laughter: "You..."

"Clang—" He completely pulled out the scimitar.

"Come!!!"

In infinite darkness, his white beard is like the sun.

There will be no future, my...motherland.

In the spring of the 216th year of the New World, Bilgewater's most powerful fleet owner, once the most promising Rear Admiral, the traitor, and Carl Dunitz.

Died at the top of Noxus.

As the only person who attacked from the sea, went deep into the hinterland and captured the royal city of Noxus, he was called the eternal Sea Emperor Trident and the Dragon on the Sea in later generations.

After his death, his body was torn into countless pieces by the Noxus assassination team guarding the sacred mountain. Only one head was preserved, hung on the Noxus city gate and preserved with eternal seal magic to intimidate later generations.

But what is interesting is that people in later generations are not afraid, but come to Noxus one after another.

Just to see the unyielding appearance of the peerless general.

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"Clang—" I don't know how many swords the rainy first came.

The infinitely vast darkness finally had a flaw.

But Chen Senran suddenly stopped the sword in his hand.

Because his head started to hurt again.

It hurts so much.

"Head, it hurts so much..." As his sword emerged faster and faster, all kinds of fragmented images kept flashing in his mind, flames, ice and snow, girls, emerald green swords, void, sea, blood...

"Ah..." Chen Senran couldn't help but hold his head tightly. He felt his eyes and head were about to explode.

The violent tearing feeling was like smashing his head ten thousand times and assembling it again.

Once he lost the attack of the long sword like rain, his body was once again wrapped in long darkness.

His whole body was eroded by darkness.

In the high sky, Burnham was alone, like an eternal star.

It's like loneliness.

"Master Kalma..." Under the endless darkness of dust, Balzac finally stabilized his body with the long sword in his hand, and hurriedly searched for Kalma beside him.

Such a situation is really decayed, under the influence of the terrible existence like God in the high heaven.

The power of mortals is already slim.

At this time, humans can only save themselves.

"General Bar." A slender hand suddenly stretched out from the entangled darkness around him, followed by the whole red glowing armor, and a face that was still shining even in such darkness.

Arriya, she pulled Kalma out of the endless quagmire of darkness.

"General Bal, Lord Kalma is here." The Valkyrie in red dragged Kalma, who had already fallen into coma, to Balzac's side with difficulty.

"General Barr." Arella's eyes were burning, "Can I trust you?"

"Of course." Balzac seemed to understand something, frowned and nodded slightly.

"That's good." Arrilia nodded and handed Kalma completely to Balzac. "General Bal, I hope you protect Lord Kalma."

"Where are you?" Balzac's brows frowned even more.

"I..." A smile suddenly flashed across Arialia's face, as if she was happy and as if she was determined, "I'll save him."

I'll save him.

Four words that are extremely light.

But at this moment it was heavy like a mountain.

"You..." Balzac said for a long time, "Take care."

"Take care." Arella nodded, turned around, and rushed towards Gao Tian without hesitation.

"Qu" In the endless heavy rain and darkness, the crow started to sing again.

It flew down from the sky, traveled through the darkness, and flew to the only rock-stable man standing still in the darkness.

Svein, who was leaning on his cane, was like a motionless reef in the endless dark tides.

He did not look at anything else, but looked at the endless high sky, the man like eternal stars and the blind man who had been completely swallowed by darkness.

"Qua" The crow finally flew to his shoulder, stopped, and pecked at his hair with great affection.

Svein also withdrew his gaze and smiled tenderly at the crow in the boundless darkness.

He carelessly rubbed the crow's thick feathers, took out a bug from his pocket and fed it to his mouth.

The darkness surges.

"Qua" The crow ate the insect in one bite and screamed happily.

Cooperating with the surrounding environment, it is like an endless song of the dead. (To be continued...)

ps: There will be no future

Maybe, really.

Tomorrow I will deal with some things that cannot be said.

Maybe there will be no future later.

If, there will be no updates tomorrow.

Then, this is my suicide note.

I wish you all a happy one.
Chapter completed!