The sky of Limontanelu was shrouded in the dim night, and the white rain connected to it completely flooded all the streets. The pouring rain suddenly hit, like the lightning dancing with snakes swept through the sky, occasionally through the flashing purple light, the dark twilight as dark as ink.

In the desolate and broken space, the colorful afterglow of energy slowly dissipated, and many torn space cracks healed and restored after caressing the will of the main plane. Then the majestic will stared at Modrian in a humanized manner, as if it was engraved in his mind, and then disappeared, leaving only a ruined land.

The orange starlight dissipated, and Modrian shook his head and escaped from the decomposed image of the system. He seemed to feel something. He looked at the illusory sky, and then half-squinted his eyes. A light curtain of light reflected in the brown eyes, and the dense rain drooping outside could be seen.

Saroyan!Modrian recalled the scenes he had experienced before and whispered.

Communication with the bottomless abyss and the attacks under the legendary crown were all unexpected situations. He never thought that he would give out all his trump cards.

The trap set by the forces hidden behind the dark scenes, and the Third Prince of the Stoke Kingdom is the delicious bait in the trap, which is irresistible. Horace will not refuse, nor will he refuse.

Recalling Saroyang's last miserable appearance, Modrian's eyes flashed with a dangerous aura. Who is it? He can communicate with the demons secretly, and even contact the two demons (devil) lords from the bottomless abyss.

Unfortunately, he was the one who won the final victory!

And he successfully beheaded the cunning scarlet giant snake Archibald, from the fourth level of the abyss: the Demon Lord of the Howling Abyss.

As if remembering the poor fallen legendary crown prince, Modrien turned his head slightly and looked at it intently, but saw Dryus standing quietly on the edge of the red snake body, with the black cutter in his hand dripping with sticky blood mixed with some crushed flesh and bone residue.

In a very shocking scene, dozens of feet of red snake body fell into the ruins, and the slightly twitching tail swept into dust, mixed with a slight rust smell.

This is not a science fiction movie I watched in my previous life, but a real red giant snake. The feeling it brings is far beyond imagination, at least it is more realistic and bloody than the previous picture of soaring in the sky.

Because of the cruelty of reality!

Modrian especially remembered the cunning scarlet giant snake Archibald's high-ranking and contemptuous look of all living beings.

Mortals? Ants? What’s ridiculous is that you now turn into a cold and stiff corpse.

He started his footsteps lightly, and he wanted to see the face of the legendary crown at close range, but the gentle voice behind him called out to his figure.

"Wait, Dryus is at a critical moment, we'd better not disturb him now." Gana, who was three feet above the ground and floating in the void, spoke, and followed her eyes, and the faint wind element flashed in her blue eyes.

Hum? Modrian stopped his pace when he heard this, looked carefully, and noticed a trace of abnormality.

A faint blood-colored mist lingered around Dryus. The cold-light axe blade touched the edge of the broken snake body. Straws of deep blood-colored essence spread along the axe blade to the black cutter's axe handle, and then immersed it in the skin along the hands, and the red runes flashed one by one.

"This is..." A look of doubt appeared on Modrian's face, and he was a little confused about the situation in front of him.

As if he saw his doubts, Gana waved her delicate and elegant staff to disperse various forces, some of which were the remnants of the battle, some of which were infiltrated by the bottomless abyss, and countless mixed forces were gradually blending into the surrounding environment.

"Driath is finding the path he wants to take. This is an opportunity, it depends on how he chooses."

Gana looked at the Noxus hand Dryus with appreciation and said softly that even living in the endless sea of ​​Guardians, there was no human being more brave and good at fighting than him, even among the pirates across the ocean.

The beheaded snake head lay quietly at the feet of Dryus, and the upside down snake's pupils showed a dull color. Looking closely, the sticky blood in the huge snake head quietly disappeared, and even the bright and hard scales lost their proper luster, like shriveled seeds, losing all the essence of life.

The extremely slender snake body is also losing blood essence. It is thirsty for the black cutter to drink, turning into drops of blood essence, and then disappearing in the burly body in a flash.

"Is this crossing the boundary? The endless gap between the Knight and the Legendary Crown." Gana's explanation made Modrian vaguely think of it.

Tick! Tick!

The cold raindrops fell on his face. Modrien looked up slightly and stared at the dim night in the group. At some point, the ruins had approached the main plane. The heavy rain in Limontanelu penetrated the illusory space barrier, and the transparent raindrops swept over.

The bottomless and far-reaching aura has dissipated, and the sound of lightning and thunder is still in my ears.

Modrian opened his arms, as if embracing this space, allowing the rain to soak his body, calming the blood in his body.

The feeling of victory is really good! He wants to keep it that way all the time.

The shadow twisted, Jie's figure stepped out from it, and the crimson dagger tightly held in his right hand, the extremely sharp breath overflowed. After nodding slightly to Gana, he stood behind Modrien like a sculpture, gradually hiding in the darkness.

Vosman, Horace, and a group of soldiers of the Choifale Legion did not rise up the life energy in their bodies, silently enduring the raindrops falling from the pitch-black armor. The crisp sounds were like the sound of a joyful piano, intertwined and gathered together to form a sonorous and powerful symphony of victory.

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Crunch!

The majestic and ancient city gates at the Valent Palace were slowly opening, and behind the city gate, there were a line-up of purple armored figures waiting for His Highness Guy to arrive.

"The city gates around the palace have been controlled. From now on, no one can step out of the palace without the orders of His Highness." Duke Dhakama looked up at the slightly crazy figure in front of him and said in a deep voice.

Da da! Da da da!

Guy continued to move forward silently, the red cloak swayed slightly, and the Violet Guards in the array made way for access.

"continue!"

Upon hearing this, the Duke of Dhakama's eyes flashed slightly, and his burly and sturdy body followed with a high profile. He waved different gestures with his left hand and arranged for the Violet Guards to carry out the tasks arranged in advance.

The purple torrent of steel was moving forward in the heavy rain, like a silent beast, accumulating momentum along the way, waiting for the moment of release.
Chapter completed!