This is a bizarre battle.

Everyone is desperately trying to take away other people's lives.

But unfortunately, there is an inexplicable aura floating in the sky above the clouds of war.

It was as if a voice was saying that all this was meaningless.

That's right, it just doesn't make sense.

Even though everyone was fighting so hard, bleeding, getting hurt, shouting, roaring, falling down, and losing their lives.

The sky is filled with dust.

Blood flowed everywhere.

However, the eyes of the generals who were watching all this were cold and devoid of warmth.

At least, that's how Murphy's eyes look.

They seem to be looking at a piece of data. When the data reaches a certain point, something will happen.

Their purpose is...

"Don't you feel bad?" It was the representative of Zu'an again. He looked at the soldiers who kept falling on the charge, and watched them being chopped into two pieces and falling from the city top, and said with a smile, "After all,

, they are all your soldiers."

They are all your soldiers, the soldiers of Demacia.

No, his disciples from Zu'an, his soldiers from Zu'an, are all safely alive on the fort at the rear.

"For the ultimate victory, something must be sacrificed." Murphy said this sentence expressionlessly, as if he was making a footnote about something.

The offensive of the seven major city-states became more and more urgent. Before the Demacian soldiers could withdraw, the warriors of the three major tribes in the Snow Mountain followed closely.

That ferocious and eager style of fighting at all costs has far exceeded the intensity of any of the previous sixteen times.

With such desperate efforts, even if the Royal City of Noxus is finally captured, the seven major city-states, especially Demacia, will definitely be severely damaged, which will directly lead to the loss of even the slightest share in the final division of interests.

Advantages.

Such cruelty...

"Finally..." Duke Kao cut off the head of a young man from Demacia and exhaled, "I can't bear it any longer."

"Isn't that just right..." Sivir still smiled, using the harvesting wheel that was spinning rapidly in his hand to cut the roaring heads all over the sky.

She didn't say anything, she just worked harder, swaying the Harvest Wheel of Life in her hand like a full moon.

The war is becoming increasingly tense for the Noxians.

The majestic flood-like offensive finally caused some gaps to appear in the city wall that had stood for sixteen days.

The death continues.

"Boom -" the cannon rang out for an unknown number of times.

"Almost?" Among the representatives of the seven major city-states, someone looked at the city, like looking at an old-fashioned pocket watch, and finally walked to a predetermined position and pinched it hard and said, "We..."

"Wait a minute." Murphy frowned. He looked at the city and said in lines that did not conform to the original plan, "Do you think..."

"What?" Zaun's representative couldn't help but started to argue against Murphy. He actually didn't want to withdraw the troops as planned at this time. He also wanted the Demacians to die, more

a little.

"They seem to have become weaker today." Murphy then said. He looked at the Noxian's somewhat collapsed defense line and changed his lines, "We. Maybe we should continue to fight."

That's right, keep on fighting.

Murphy had a premonition, or in other words, an illusion. He felt that this time, they were really going to win.

Not in the way they expected, but in a brazen manner that destroyed the city.

The Demacians will lead the charge.

Although the history books will not describe Murphy as a good person, the glory of the Demacians will not diminish.

The Demacians took the lead in breaking the city.

Noxus was destroyed at the hands of Demacia.

It will definitely be recorded like this.

That's enough.

Being able to let the glory of Demacia shine in the sea of ​​history for thousands of years is the most that Murphy can do.

"Charge!!!" Murphy thought, suddenly pulled out his sword and roared.

He violated their original agreement.

"You..." Zuan's representative originally thought that Murphy was eager to retreat, and he thought of mocking him.

But Murphy's roar completely froze him in place.

Not only he was stunned, but also the representatives of several other city-states in the audience.

Obviously, the agreement was to feign an attack, then feign defeat, lure them out of the city to pursue them, and then annihilate them in one fell swoop.

The script is not written like this...

"Charge!!!" Murphy issued the call for a general attack. Except for the Zaun and Piltover technology coalition far behind, they could not follow up immediately.

All other coalition forces have already rushed towards the city.

Representatives of other city-states wanted to stop it, but it was too late, because initially, for the convenience of dispatch, the entire coalition army was made by Murphy alone during the war.

At this point, the arrow has been drawn out of the string, and there is no possibility of turning back.

Can only...

"Everyone, the situation is like this now. There is no room for recovery. Do you want to watch me here, or..." Murphy suddenly raised his sword and shouted, "Charge with me!!!"

"roar--!!!"

The roar of thousands of people.

Murphy moved his sword vertically and horizontally, rushing towards the city wall guarded by the last stronghold of Noxus like a lion.

This is the final, decisive battle.

yes?

Everyone could only follow helplessly in the end, and Murphy faced this unstoppable trend together.

"It seems that they are finally aware of it." Duke Kao, Lao Du, finally killed someone. He was a little tired from killing. He panted and wiped away some of the flesh and blood that covered the armor.

The entire city defense was on the verge of collapse, but even though it was missing that crucial third, Duke Cao, the famous imperial goalkeeper and the last pillar of Noxus, still used the sword in his hand firmly.

, blocking the violent tide of history.

General Dukecao is worthy of the honorable title of Noxian soldier.

"Glory——" He raised his sword and roared, shouting out the oath made by the founding king hundreds of years ago.

This oath that has been passed down for hundreds of years is like some kind of magic spell that is sounded every time on the battlefield.

It can awaken the power that has been hidden deep in the hearts of Noxian soldiers for a long time.

That's...

"That's my life!!!" Thousands of voices followed, bursting out like a volcano cracking.

That is, the Noxian, the original military spirit.

For, glory, freedom, legendary, lifelong belief.

Is the true Noxian meaning.

If Swain could see the scene at this moment, he would also smile. (To be continued...)

ps: Second update.

Good night everyone.
Chapter completed!