Not only the Duke of Dhakama, but also the two conspirators standing on the top floor of the Shark's Tavern.

Earl Raphael and His Highness Guy.

Compared with the farther Duke of Dhakama, His Highness Guy and Count Raphael could see the scene of the Cecil Arena not far away.

The stable shadow realm in the field of view began to shatter, and fine cracks spread to the void. Under the mottled night starlight, you can vaguely see the nearly ruined courtyard.

And standing figures hidden by scarlet light.

Then, a look of horror appeared in the pupils of His Highness Guy and Count Raphael. The dark sky was torn apart by a great existence, and a breath of sulfur and disgust continued to pour into Limontanelu, indicating that the great existence came from the bottomless abyss.

Especially the shadow world that is about to be broken, it seems that there is a huge gray-black fist falling into the space, tearing apart the space storm between the planes.

They dared not spy on the subsequent events, and the aura of the legendary crown surrounds the surroundings at all times, suppressing everyone.

Until the magic fluctuations caused by the Violet Mage Tower permeated over Limontanelu, calming down the revealed slight destructive power, and countless spreading space cracks.

His Highness Guy and Count Raphael looked at each other, and knew it was clear to me that it was Craigie's attack, and they felt the familiar aura of energy passing by Limontanelu.

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Violet Mage Tower.

The light purple patterns render the night sky, like flowers blooming, layer by layer of transparent halo dissipating in the sky.

Craigie stood on the balcony of the tower like a sculpture, and his turbid eyes reflected the situation in the shadow realm. When Drayus held the black cutter and shook the shadow face, his old face appeared in amazement.

From the time he entered the legend, he rarely saw talented people with the ability of the Knight to fight against legend, and most of them were the heirs of ancient families. It was the first time he had seen such a person in the Stoke Kingdom. Unfortunately, that talented person did not belong to the Valante family.

The index finger of the right hand gently touched the void, as if touching a button, the wizard tower, cast in traditional ways, released surging elemental energy, calming down the destructive energy that surged out of the broken shadow realm.

A faint mist filled Limontanelu. The energy tidal effect generated by the collision and annihilation of the two energy is quickly covered up, and it also accompanied the horror scene of the psychedelic Cecil Arena. During this time, most ordinary people did not know what was going on.

Huh? Craigie's expression moved slightly, and the light blue light flashed in his pupils. Then his eyes crossed the distance of space and directly reflected into the cracked deep crack.

A blue hurricane swept across the peaks, then shot down Scripps who were high above them. The gorgeous and noble palace of the Devil Lord collapsed, and dust was flying all over the sky.

"Sure enough, it's another legendary crown prince." Craggie whispered. He was not wrong. There must be someone behind the little guy from the North, but he just didn't know who it was.

Now, in the broken space, in the abyss of wasteland, the hidden figures cannot be concealed, and the breath of the law of the wind remains in the increasingly chaotic scene.

"Lloyd, you're right. Many forces are targeting the delicious [fat meat] of Stoke Kingdom!" Craggie looked at the sleeping palace, and inexplicably thoughts surged in her mind.

The rotten roots began to affect the stability of the kingdom, which was a sequelae left by the decade of Patriotic War. There were too many forces hidden in the dark and rooted at the bottom.

"I hope you can succeed this time, otherwise the Kingdom of Stoke can really......" In the ruthless time, Craggie had seen too many things, and his once hot heart had dried up and solidified.

From the moment he became a legend, something was destined to be the master of the Violet Mage Tower, as well as guarding this kingdom from ordinary to prosperous, and then falling from prosperity to mediocrity, and then to the present premonition.

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In the ruined courtyard, wisps of green wind drifted away. Dryus stepped out from the center of the storm, his ragged clothes covered his burly body. After taking over the armor thrown by Modrian, the symbol of the Noxus Empire returned to his cold and majestic appearance.

"How is it? Facing the attack of the legendary crown?" Modrian stared at Dryus in front of him, and Yu Jiao's eyes noticed the black cutter with scarlet light.

"It's a good feeling, at least I'm firm in the direction of progress." Drius lowered his head, looked at his palm, and felt the nearly disappearing passion and madness that had been almost gone. It was after he became one of the three-member Triple Councils, becoming a symbol of the power of the Noxus Empire. He considered more about the direction of the Noxus Empire and the empire's journey.

The battle just now reminded him of the feeling of fighting on the battlefield when he was young, especially the collision with the Demacia Empire, which was a memory worth remembering and tribute.

"Is that so? I don't want you to be in trouble." Modrian patted Dryus's shoulder and said with a smile. "Maybe I'm thinking too much, I don't believe that the failure in front of me will defeat the hand of Noxus."

Dryus opened his mouth and smiled silently. He immediately stood silently behind Modrian, recovering from his own injuries. Gana's [Eye of the Storm] did not completely heal him. The aura from the bottomless abyss eroded his body like a rotten bone poison. He needed to rely on his own life force to drive out and annihilate these strange auras.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The sound of piercing shattering suddenly sounded, attracting the eyes of Modrian and others. The broken shadow realm gradually became illusory, and the real breath crowded the ruined courtyard along the gaps in the darkness.

The black and white colors faded, bright colors filled the vision, and the spring breeze that brushed across the face. The vivid world made Modrian, who had just returned, feel a little uncomfortable. It seems different from what he imagined, shouldn't it appear more magical?

It was not until the night sky was shining that Modrian suddenly came back to his senses. Similarly, he felt countless eyes paying attention to this place, exploration and doubt, horror and anger, as well as greed and excitement, and various eyes containing different emotions focused on this revealed ruined land.

Without waiting for his order, Drayus stood forward, even with his seriously injured body, the fierce killing momentum suddenly came, dispersing many people with different thoughts.

Modrian looked around and then walked away from here with a step. The elegant courtyard turned into ruins and was no longer suitable for living. He needed to find another place, but this time he would not have to work hard on himself, but many forces would be willing to provide it.

[Ding...... After a bloody battle, I successfully defeated Scripps, the shadow face of the Abyss Lord!]

[Temporary mission: Shadow battle, successfully completed!]

[Reward: Random Equipment Card!]

[Evaluation: Everyone's legendary path is different, but the path that continues will always be in contact with the branches of other roads. Now, the Lord of Shadowflow seems to be looking for its own path.]

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Chapter completed!