let go of my anne

One sword, crossing the barrier of time.

Before the turbulent black flames that filled the sky completely engulfed the world, they pierced straight to the center of the black flames.

That devilish man.

The man like a demon didn't seem to have reacted. He was still stuck in the time of the previous moment. He was still opening his eyes full of blood, and aimed his long sword at the man who should have been engulfed by the black flame.

The Sword of Absolute Blackness went one inch further.

All the darkness that had been shrunk to the long sword pierced half an inch before the brow of the man like a demon.

The demon-like man suddenly raised his sword, blocking the absolutely black sword with a speed that also surpassed time.

The long swords intersect.

"Ding—" There was a crisp and extremely crisp sound.

Like the cry of some kind of spring bird.

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

There is a momentary stagnation in time and space.

The two long swords that also transcended time clashed together.

The black inflammation solidified.

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

next moment.

The black inflammation began to dissipate.

The darkness also began to dissipate.

The two absolutely terrifying long swords slowly separated.

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

Everything is quiet, like falling leaves in late autumn and snow in winter nights.

Snow falls in winter nights.

A sheet of snow fell from the endless sky.

It fell on the black armor of General Burnham.

Tonight, it started snowing again.

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

His pierced brow wound no longer releases darkness, emptiness.It was as if his soul had escaped completely.

As for that demon-like man, the blood in his eyes was no longer as strong as it was, bit by bit it was submerged into pitch blackness, and those blood-like magic lines on his body also receded, and they no longer danced like snakes. .

He can no longer hold the sword in his hand, he can't even lean on the sword like General Burnham.His whole body was powerless and fell heavily backwards.

Like a fiery rune that has exhausted its energy.

Seems like a lose-lose situation.

The snow continued to fall.

Floating down the second piece, the third piece.

Fourth tablet.

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 sudden as falling snow.

Unstoppable.

Surprisingly.

Like a titmouse left to the end.

But at this moment, leaning on the sword and squatting on the ground, General Burnham, who seemed to be dead, suddenly stood up and raised the sword.

With a sword, he slashed towards that bit of Frost.

Dark again.The dark sword light blocked that bit of frost on the road, revealing her figure.

Lissandra.

"Burnham, you shouldn't stop me." Lissandra was not angry, she stroked the delicate face of the girl who was crying silently in her arms, and said in a manly voice, "You know, given your current situation , I can kill you enough. Although, I don't want to kill you."

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

"A duel..." Lissandra seemed to sigh, "Since when did you believe in the rules of mortals?"

"Maybe..." General Burnham raised his sword, probably laughing. "Too long to live."

He said this sentence very lightly, as if he was talking to himself.

When this sentence fell, the fifth piece of snow fell.

Darkness invades.

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Darkness invades.

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

Siege Galen, begin.

"General. Let's go." Another Demacian soldier who rushed out of the endless black flames rushed to Galen's side.

He knelt down, begging.

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

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

They had collided with the fast-running Noxus assassins, and they might have been burned by the flames to their last breath.

But they still raised their swords and began to fight, just to give Galen, a little bit of time! ! !

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

The sword cut through the wind, and the flesh and blood splashed in the black flame.

Burning.

"General..." Everyone roared beside Galen.

"Get up." Galen finally had some reaction, he rejected the hand that supported him, and he stood up from the ground with force.

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

He turned around, put the fearless greatsword in his hand on the ground again, and clasped it with both hands.

With a cloak on his face, he wore a long black arrow all over his body. In the darkness, as usual, he calmly ordered: "Prepare to meet the enemy."

His voice was steady, as if he was unharmed.

That voice, which was so calm that there was no sign of retreat at all, made those soldiers give up the idea of ​​persuasion.

They clenched their swords again, turned around, and together with their coach, faced the raging flames and swords, they whispered: "Yes!!!"

With this sound came the fall.

Snow also fell.

Xue tenaciously landed on this bloody battlefield through the thick black flames.

Blood also fell.

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

The first Noxian assassins are surrounded and killed by desperate Demacians.

A second Noxian assassin charged past the first line of Demacian defenses, and met the men behind them with a vicious sword encounter.

The entire battlefield was finally strangled together.

Many Demacians have completely lost their combat effectiveness, but they still exerted their last bit of strength and will to the greatest extent they could, preventing the Noxus from advancing.

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

How could... fall down? ! !

But after all, the Noxus assassination team's combat effectiveness was a little stronger, and they were just waiting for work.

After persisting for nearly 5 minutes, someone finally rushed in front of Galen.

He didn't make any sound, didn't laugh, and didn't feel complacent, just like those sharp arrows stuck in Galen's body, he slashed towards Galen hard and indifferently.

Straight to the throat.

No one around the fast Galen had time to block it.

He could only watch helplessly as the knife slashed towards Galen.

"General!!!" Everyone shouted helplessly.

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

Next moment, Galen.

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

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

"Pfft—" There was the sound of the long sword piercing into the flesh.

in the wind.

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

It seemed to prove that he was not dead yet.

"Invincible!!!"

All should agree.

It seems to prove that they are not dead.

The killing continued.

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

Even shouting the invincible heart can't resist those real swords and flames.

More and more people rushed in front of Galen.

They formed a circle and killed those who defended Galen one by one.

Then Galen killed them one by one at his feet.

The corpse has become a mountain.

Galen stood alone on the mountain of corpses holding the Great Sword of Fearlessness.

He had no strength left, and he even had to rely on his sword to keep himself from falling down, but when he looked at the Noxus assassins who were still rushing out of the darkness, he still roared: "Let's go!" Come here, and you will die with honor."

This is a certain heroic dignity standing firmly.

"Do you want to shoot an arrow?" An adjutant standing next to Swain asked, looking at the Demacian man who had already been killed, and then at the longbow behind him that was ready to go.

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

The wounded crow gave a low cry.

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

Like a sad dirge.

"A hero deserves an honorable death."

At this moment, a thin horse suddenly rushed out of the darkness and went straight up the mountain of corpses. (To be continued..)