Darkness invades.

General Burnham charged forward with his sword in hand.

A sword has arrived in front of Lissandra.

He no longer draws his sword slowly like he did before when he was performing noble sword skills.

Each of his swords is as fast as lightning, and each sword is so powerful that it breaks the void.

Each sword was wrapped in darkness and pierced directly into Lissandra's life.

The murderous sword.

Lissandra is not slow.

In other words, Lissandra's frost reactions are not slow.

The frost seemed to surge out of her skin, covering her layer by layer, protecting her, as if it had spirituality, and could accurately reach the sword before Burnham's sword struck.

out of position.

Burnham's black sword can tear through the void, but it can never break Lissandra's ice.

Lissandra just held little Annie and floated there, not being harmed in the slightest.

"Burnham, get out of the way." Lissandra still did not take action against General Burnham, "I don't want to kill you here, and you don't deserve to die here. We should meet on a larger battlefield."

"Zheng——" General Burnham did not answer, he just waved his sword.

His sword made a quick sword sound.

In the long sound of swords, General Burnham gathered up the overflowing darkness.

He raised his sword again and whispered: "Annihilation."

Annihilation.

The Annihilation Sword comes out.

Cutting back time.

Burnham turned into a jet-black stream of light again, and pierced Lissandra's eyebrows with a sword against the frost that had not yet had time to close up in the sky.

Lissandra didn't react, and she didn't have time to do anything else.

When she was able to reflect, she didn't try to stop it, and there wasn't any fear in her eyes. She just let out a long sigh.

A long sigh.

When he finished sighing, the sword that cut against time also stopped.

It stopped three inches in front of Lissandra's forehead.

Burnham's sword failed to kill Lissandra in the end.

He seemed to have...exhausted all his strength.

A layer of frost spread from all around, covering his pitch-black armor, enveloping his entire body, completely freezing him.

It also froze the shaky black sword in his hand.

The sword of pride.

Lissandra saved Burnham's last pride.

She put away the frost that filled the sky and started walking towards the demonic man.

She didn't walk fast, she just took a slow step.

But at this step, her entire body appeared next to the demonic man.

Lissandra knelt down.

She was not in a hurry to enjoy the delicious meal in front of her. Instead, she was stroking the blood-like demon patterns that had not completely dissipated inch by inch as if appreciating a work of art, as if she was feeling the powerful black flames surging on his body before.

Normally, I closed my eyes.

"Satisfactory." Lissandra sighed in admiration and put away her hand. She stretched her hand to her arms and the girl's face.

She helped little Annie wipe away her tears, silent tears.

"Don't cry." Lissandra shook her head, comforted her with a motherly tone and stretched her hand to the man's body again.

his forehead.

"Soon. You will be able to be with him..." She pointed a finger on the man's forehead, "to be together forever."

A cold light poured into the man's brow.

"Woo--" The girl finally cried out, breaking through the previous imprisonment that she didn't know existed. She opened her mouth and cried out, "Xiao Sensen..."

Xiao Sensen.

Xiao Sensen...

Xiao Sensen!!!

"Teng——" Chen Senran opened his eyes.

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A skinny horse went straight up the mountain of corpses and ran to Galen's side.

It rubbed Galen's body and greeted him affectionately.

"Xiao Bai, why is it you?" Galen put down his sword, leaned on it and touched the horse's head.

This was a horse that was born with difficulty in childbirth. It was weak and weak when it was young. Galen cared about its mother and raised it, but he did not expect that it would grow into a rare and good horse.

Galen has been riding it on battlefields in the past two years, and it was also the first time he rode it on the endless wilderness with Catalina to pick a rare wild flower.

Catalina called it Xiaobai, so Galen called it the same.

"Xiao Bai." Galen muttered in a low voice and suddenly laughed.

There was chaos tonight, but it could come to me at this moment.

Is it fate?

That’s fine too.

Have a companion.

It's just that that woman...

How sad would she be if she and Xiaobai died.

"Shirulu——" Xiaobai hissed, tugged at the corner of Galen's clothes, and motioned for him to mount his horse.

Galen turned over and climbed up involuntarily.

"My lord..." the adjutant next to Swain spoke again. He really wanted to let the archers behind him release arrows.

In this way, the man who had terrorized Noxus for so many years could die completely before his eyes.

"Well..." Swain finally nodded this time.

But only ordered half of it.

Because a sharp claw was pressed against his throat, forcing him to raise his head too high.

"Let him go." Rengar came to Swain's side at some point. He easily pressed his neck against Swain's neck and told him the latest news he had received.

"Let him go." Swain did not object. He was already certain that Galen would definitely die in this state.

Although dying in front of him is a safe outcome, it is also a good choice to let him ride far away and die in an unknown place.

Just like those legends from past history.

In his last battle, the general who was good at fighting fought a thousand armies with one man, and finally disappeared into the horizon.

Galen deserves this honor.

Because Swain suddenly admired him.

Swain rarely obeyed anyone in his life. If he had to name one person he obeyed, it would be General Burnham.

Now, Galen can be counted in the upper half.

For his invincible appearance.

Galen mounted the horse unsteadily. His mind was already a little confused. He only had time to draw his fearless sword and began to charge out on the horse.

No one stopped him, Swain had given the order to let him go.

All the Noxian assassins who wanted to kill him made way for him and watched him leave quietly.

It's like watching a hero go away.

The birth of a legend.

Galen could no longer feel the pain. He rode numbly through the night, not knowing where the road ahead was.

He didn't know where he was going, maybe the horizon.

He patted the horse beneath him and unexpectedly touched a pot of wine hanging on the horse that he had never had time to drink before.

He picked up the wine, drank it, and sang a song.

A song, a song that has been circulating in Demacia for many years:

"My dear girl, I will ride on a horse to fight, I will win meritorious deeds, and I will marry you next year.

My dear girl, there are ten thousand hectares of blue sea, and I miss you ten thousand hectares.

My dear girl, if the leaves turn yellow next year, I will not come back to you yet.

Please don't worry, I'm on my way home, I'm running under the sunset.

I love you, I love you.

My dearest girl."
Chapter completed!