let go of my anne

Rengar smelled strongly of people and fire.

burnt scent.

His head finally didn't hurt a little, because his destination was already in front of him.

The black flame in front of his eyes burned very intensely, making him a little hot.

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

A little bit of black flame jumped out of his body, but he just slapped it out casually.

Black Flame couldn't cause any damage to him, nor could it stop him.

His steps, his sight.

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

a man.

A man with a sword like thunder.

The man Rengar had seen before, Rengar remembered his bravery.

He also wanted to put his head in his collection.

His name seems to be...

Galen.

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

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

Everyone is prey.

Prey don't need names.

Rengar had already spread his claws and stepped forward.

As long as there are three more positions, he can accept that head in a single jump.

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

No more pain! ! !

"Roar—" Rengar let out a low growl, his whole body adjusted to the best jumping state.

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

excruciating pain.

The pain made him almost roll on the ground again.

Fortunately, he hadn't made a move yet, he forcibly couldn't hold back his forward momentum.

Take a deep breath.

why?

Why not let me kill him?

Rengar nearly roared angrily.

And his head only gave him one answer.

The time has not come.

what time?

opportunity……

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The time has come.

Galen had already rushed to the front with his long sword in hand, his strength had already exhausted, and the pitch-black flames had wrapped around his body.

He has no time to deal with those entangled flames, he can only let them burn his skin.And tired of dealing with the swords that were constantly swung 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 were burnt to ashes in the terrible black flames, and other people who did not belong to him were already starting to fight. Fleeing, only a few are loyal to him.The fighters who were strong enough were still braving the pitch-black flames to follow him forward.

"General..." A man wearing an obvious Demacian military uniform slashed Galen, his body was covered with thick black flames, but he just said without saying a word, "We..."

"The first rule of the Demacia military regulations..." Galen didn't let him finish, interrupted him, and slammed his sword at the endless black flames in front of him and shouted, "Never retreat!!! "

"Follow me..."

The wind roared, and the flames were like demons.

"charge!!!"

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

The flames burned fiercely on his body.His great sword is like the wind, and when combined it is like a burning flame storm.

"Almost." Swain nodded expressionlessly as he looked at the man wielding his sword like a storm.

Behind him, countless longbows were raised.

On the bow, every arrow is annihilated like darkness.

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Absolute black flames ripped through the sky.

The speed was so fast that it didn't even bring up the wind.

There are just absolute tears and annihilation.

Men like demons flocked to the fortress that was riddled with holes.

Along the way, the space was constantly being torn apart, shattered, and overlapped again.

The whole world is under the impact of that man.Turmoil is like the end.

In just one breath, that demon-like man had already rushed into that fortress.

The crumbling fortress that had been licked by the flames could not withstand the impact of that man like a demon at all.

No need to touch at all.As long as that man went, those ruins would melt like thin snow into spring water.

Nothing stands in the way.

No one can stand against such a terrible blow.

A man like a demon has a sword like fire.

From heaven to earth.

Falling like a meteor.

That berserk aura seemed to pierce the surface of the earth and go deep into the center of the earth with a sword, devouring even the deepest earth fire lava.

Leave no room for anything.

Kill all, kill.

"Kill!!!" The demon-like man spat out complete words for the first time, and the bloodshot eyes in his eyes completely filled his eye sockets.

There is no more reason.Only magic.

The magic lines are like blood.

The black flames of the whole world gathered behind him in an instant.

The long sword kills.

Kill kill kill kill kill kill! ! !

The invincible sword crushed everything covered with roaring black flames, stabbing straight at the man in the black armor lying in the center of the ruins.

Between his brows.

burnham.

He seemed to have been severely injured by the previous blow, and he sank deeply into a huge pit without getting up.

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

To die proudly?

The killing sword suddenly reached three inches away.

General Burnham was still lying in the pit.As if it was true, it was no longer able to fight.

Are you really going to die?

A man who had looked down upon the entire continent for hundreds of years.

A man who stands forever like a god of war who will never fall.

Burnham Darkwell.

Are you really willing to give up your glorious hundreds of years of world-renowned reputation?

The long sword reaches an inch.

An inch from the center of the eyebrows.

The demonic man didn't stop at all. On the contrary, his eyes were bloodshot and his demonic nature became stronger.

Those gathered black flames completely gathered on that emerald green sword.

The black flame is like a dragon, and the emerald long sword trembles like a bell.

Is the Emerald Dream happy at this moment to avenge the death of its master?

Yi, your spirit in the sky should also...

rest in peace.

rest in peace.

The last half inch.

Fierce black flames had already covered the black armor that seemed to be indestructible forever, and the invincible sword energy crushed the black armor before the sword edge arrived, making a piercing rattling sound.

Sundering armor is only for a moment.

To die, or not to die?

To win, or, not to win?

"—" General Burnham sighed long, and that sigh seemed to have continued from many, many years ago to the present.

It was as if he had waited for so many years and finally had the result he expected.

The long sword pierced through that layer of black armor without hindrance, between the eyebrows.

There was no sound, the sound of flesh and blood, or anything else.

Empty like a void that has been pierced for hundreds of years.

next moment.

General Burnham held out his hand, holding his sword.

Sword of Pride. (To be continued..)