On the ground.

The tug of war is still going on.

Ezreal, who has burned his own life, is naturally difficult to deal with.

Even after Annie was released from the shackles, she unleashed her strongest strength.

I still can't say that I can really defeat him like that, let alone kill him.

Ezreal, still moving forward.

Move forward.

His burning continues.

The upper limit of his power is being unlocked layer by layer.

Ezreal, he was originally the top genius on this continent.

He was able to enter the War College with the top score in Piltover that year. He was unparalleled in the entire War College and received the attention of the entire parliament. Finally, he was recognized as the owner of an ancient artifact in the Shuriel Desert.

He himself is a legendary existence.

Even the dark years of depravity that followed did not damage his reputation at all.

Some people may say that his character is not good and that his personality is bad, but absolutely no one will question his strength.

His strength is extremely strong.

In addition, at this time, his body was fully baptized by Laliwash's void energy, and his strength improved by leaps and bounds.

Totally different.

And at this moment, he is burning his life.

Therefore, Ezreal can be said to have reached the strongest peak in his life.

He should be unrivaled.

"Ouch -" roared, an angry roar.

"Boom -" collision, angry collision.

This is a head-to-head confrontation between the two top geniuses of Valoran's era.

This is a decisive battle of cross-epochal significance.

An epic decisive battle.

This is a battle that should be recorded in history.

In the summer of June of the calendar year 216 of Valoran, on the plains of Noxus, the fire was flowing like snow.

In front of the city wall where black roses form a sea, the sun slowly sets towards the west.

This is the twilight of the gods.

This is the dawn of the Great Destruction.

No one can be spared.

"boom--"

I don’t know how many times I hit it.

The friction between energy and energy causes the cracks in the entire space to extend infinitely like a spider web.

Ezreal was so burning that even his eyes were filled with demonic darkness.

Finally, he arrived at the feet of Tibbers.

He looked up and saw Annie on the bear's shoulder, looking at him.

"You shouldn't go any further," Anne said, with a calm look in her eyes, as if she was persuading a lost traveler.

At this moment, her whole body was filled with a holiness that was like light itself, as well as the natural domineering and majesty of a queen.

Her words are like a commandment.

a command.

A command that must be executed.

One word can command heaven and earth.

At this moment, Anne has reached a point where she is almost dominant.

To be able to reach such a state at this age, I have to say that she is really an unobtainable treasure in this era.

However.

Ezreal.

But he just looked at her and lowered his head.

He heard those words that seemed simple and plain, but were actually extremely domineering.

But he didn't execute it.

Anne is the queen of this country. But he is not a subject of this country.

He wants to keep going. His country is ahead.

There he will be crowned king.

So, he chose to move on.

He raised his hand, and the boundless darkness condensed again, turning into a long black spear.

He pierced and headed towards the huge mountain-like Tibos.

"You shouldn't..." Anne said for the second time.

Ezreal. This is disobedience to her.

It's absolutely disrespectful.

Therefore, she wants to punish him.

She also raised her hand, and the flames, the purest flames that looked like blood, condensed into a scepter.

She waved her hand and the scepter lowered.

This is the king's wrath.

"Hmph -" Ezreal snorted coldly. He raised his other hand, and the extremely black material condensed into a huge shield in the next moment.

Darkness versus light.

Red and black.

"Roar -" Tibbers suddenly looked up to the sky and roared, showing disrespect and contempt for Ezreal.

It raised the huge foot that was about to be pierced by Ezreal, and stepped towards Ezreal.

"Pfft—" a puncture sound that was so clear that it was indescribable.

That black spear passed through the huge mountains and rivers without any hindrance.

"Pfft--" Strong blood with the smell of magma burst out from the soles of Tibbers's feet.

Ezreal swam upstream.

He wanted to take off the head of this queen with his own hands.

"Roar -" Tibbs let out a painful roar, and it seemed to be unable to hold on, and fell to its knees on the ground.

Anne frowned with some distress. She gently stroked Tibbers' hair and looked directly at the bold regicide.

Once again, he opened his slender palms.

This time it's not a scepter.

But a long sword.

When majesty is not enough to suppress the rebellious heart.

Only by shedding blood can the world remember the consequences of rebellion.

"Hula -" The majestic bear paws, along with Annie's flaming sword, rushed towards Ezreal, who was swimming upstream.

Under the huge shadow, Ezreal was as small as an ant.

But it is an extremely tenacious ant.

"Stab-" Once again, he passed through the huge bear's paw.

He cut off the long sword of suppression.

He came to Anne.

He wants to kill the king.

"Death, my dear, little Annie." A rare smile appeared on Ezreal's face, a very calm smile.
To be continued...