Beneath the plateau of the dining table, the killing continues, and the bloody opera composed of a sea of ​​blue and white tulips and black roses continues to be staged.

The swords clashed, and the sound of bones, flesh and blood being chopped and torn was so violent that it was even more harsh than the strong wind.

The boundless sword shadow formed by Galen's continuous rotation of the fearless sword was like an unstoppable hurricane traveling through the endless sea of ​​black roses. No one could stop his pace. Galen's sword passed by

There were shattered blades everywhere and Noxians who were still dying.

The dead bodies piled up along the way, and blood flowed everywhere. From Chen Senran's perspective, it looked like countless black flower petals falling into mud.

It’s just that the enemies are still pouring towards Galen in a steady stream, and the sea of ​​flowers is endless. However, Galen’s sword is turning slower and slower, and his steps are also a little sluggish. Obviously, under the terrible poison and long-term killing,

As well as the inevitable pain caused by killing, Galen could not hold on much longer.

Of course the Noxians saw this, so they charged faster and swung their swords harder.

Countless black roses once again surrounded the dying blue-white tulip from all directions, like a boat churning in the sea and about to capsize at any time.

The swords collided again, and the cold air was scorching for a moment, sparks flying everywhere.

The blue and white tulips once again stubbornly fought off the swallowing of the black roses, and Galen once again used his fearless sword to cut off the necks of more than a dozen Noxians who were eager to kill him.

Dozens of heads rose into the sky, seemingly returning in vain.

Only this time, Galen could no longer fight his way out with murderous power like before. He finally stopped spinning like a hurricane, picked up his sword, knelt down, and took a deep breath.

This time, he really didn't have any more strength. Those hidden toxins could no longer be suppressed. They began to rage in his body again. His chest was stagnant and it was difficult to breathe. And the one on the left chest

The wound that had just been pulled out by the knife was only a small wound of a few tens of microcodes that he would not have cared about normally. At this moment, the pain was so painful that all the nerves in his body spasmed.

"Is it over?" Galen gasped and reluctantly raised his head and looked around. The members of the Noxian Assassination Team only paused for a moment before surrounding them like locusts. Countless long knives even covered the area.

Sky.

Farther away, the reinforcements from ordinary Noxian soldiers finally broke through the line of defense he had held until now, and the massacre was about to begin.

The only good thing is that after discovering that bows and arrows were completely unable to stop the Noxians, most of the Avarosans who came for reinforcements had begun to quickly gather in front of the weak Demacians.

It will replace Galen and form the last ultimate line of defense, buying the final time for those Demacians who have withdrawn to the table heights as soon as possible.

Seeing this, Galen couldn't help but smile tiredly.

The next moment, his last sight was blocked by those long knives, and his eyes were filled with black.

The blue and white tulips are about to be completely swallowed up by the sea of ​​black flowers.

The snow is still heavy.

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When the cruel and bloody grand opera comes to an end, the people who saved the world finally arrived at the place of redemption they planned.

A boot stepped on the only snowy road leading to the top of the mountain. This is a boot full of rigorous atmosphere. Whether it is the unique shape and the genius design that can reduce the wind resistance generated when running after precise calculation,

, it is also the kind of leather that is made through complicated processes and will never let water enter and keep warm forever, which all illustrates the word science.

If you ask a shoemaker where these boots come from, they will tell you with absolute certainty that the damn thing must have come from that damn place in Piltover.

The owner of this boot, a man who definitely comes from Piltover and has put the word science throughout his life, is holding a golden hammer covered with strange lines with one eye closed.

, seems to be measuring something.

"Hey, I said, can you stop playing with your broken hammer?" At this moment, a discordant voice sounded behind him.

The speaker was a woman, a woman with two huge mechanical gloves in her hands. The workmanship of those two mechanical gloves was definitely a thousand times better than the boots on the man's feet. There were countless complex patterns on the two gloves.

There were dots on the gloves, and there were even faint flashes of lightning. But the strange thing was that there was nothing wrong with wearing such a pair of fierce and extremely precise gloves on the woman who was obviously a smaller size. On the contrary, it looked like

It's because her fists are supposed to be as long and harmonious as they are.

This woman's tone is very strong and her tone of voice is quick and sharp. It gives people the feeling that if you don't follow her words, she will definitely put her two terrifying fists on your face in the next moment. She is full of emotions.

A kind of arrogant and rude to the point of telling the truth.

"Yes, my lady." In response to such an obvious rude behavior, the man just smiled. He put down the steel hammer in his hand and bowed slightly, fully demonstrating the magnanimity of a gentleman.

"Mr. Jess, please forgive her for being rude. I'm deeply sorry for that." Just as the man bowed slightly, another woman spoke.

This woman was left at the very back, crouching down and looking at something on the snow.

In response to being called rude by this woman, the woman with the huge iron fist shrugged her shoulders, with a helpless expression on her face that said, "You are such a good person," but she didn't say anything. She seemed to have some scruples about that woman.

"Did you find anything, Miss Caitlin?" The man named Jess shook his head and said it didn't matter. He looked at the woman who still had her head lowered and said softly. It was obvious that there was no trace of the previous words in his words this time.

He was kind of polite, but more of a cordiality from the bottom of his heart. He obviously had a good impression of the woman with her head lowered.

"The footprints are still fresh." The woman named Caitlin, who had her head lowered, raised her head and wiped the snow off her hands. "It can be judged that the arrival time is probably before a magic hour, and they should have already taken action.

We have to speed up, and I don’t know about Ezreal..." At the end of her sentence, Caitlin straightened the purple hat on her head and couldn't help but look into the distance.

"Cough cough cough..." Jace couldn't help coughing as he saw Caitlin distracted, "I just calculated that it's impossible to level the top directly from here."

"Yeah..." Caitlin was interrupted by him and came back to her senses, "Then..."

Just when she was about to say departure, a savage and rough voice came from above the snow path.

"Okay, the damn guy is finally here." With this arrogant announcement, a scarlet figure strolled down from above.

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Chapter completed!