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Vol 11 Chapter 63: Khorne's Gaze (Quad K)

Before entering the gate, Swain looked back at the **** Sien for the last time. He knew that these weak monsters couldn't even let Sien kill him happily. However, the question is, who can guarantee that there will be no stronger ones?

Thinking of this, he just had a headache, and the pain almost drove him crazy—problems everywhere! **** it!

The barracks has a front door and a back door. The back door was originally used for the Dragoons and Warg riders, but their numbers are basically negligible. After a fight with Kronos, they were all wounded, and they all took their wounds as proof of glory - not everyone could face a warrior like that and survive.

But at this moment, these glorious proofs can't bring them any substantial help.

Twos and threes of soldiers were running up the barracks wall, armed with military crossbows or bows and arrows. Swain grabbed one, and he growled, "How's it going?!"

The other party also responded with a roar. The screams of Gein and the roars of those monsters were too noisy to be heard at all: "General! We don't have enough bows and arrows! Other than that, everything is fine! They can't hurt. us!"

"Good job!"

Swain patted him on the shoulder and let him go. He walked straight to his room, and now, most of the guards in the city are missing. And most of the Noxian elite were caught in the tug of war with Demacia. Swain was keenly aware of one thing, which must be related to that watch.

He nearly gnashed his teeth—what was it good for her to make Noxus this way, to turn the citizens of the Empire into monsters?

"General!"

A man stopped him, and Swain turned around to find that the man who stopped him was his own cronie, Mars. He ran over in three steps and two steps, his face full of anxiety: "General, the information can't be passed on!"

"what?!"

"When I arrived at the junction, I found that the secret posts and spies there were dead! There is no means of passing the news to General Darius in the city!" He said almost desperately.

A string in Swain's head snapped, but, for some reason, he was more calm. Some people seem to be born with the ability to do this kind of thing.

He nodded and said to Mars in a calm tone: "Don't worry, pick a group of soldiers, you can go to the port together, the distance is not far. If there is still a boat that can sail, you can choose one to Get this news to General Darius as soon as possible."

"As ordered!"

Seeing Swain's calm demeanor, Mars also calmed down. He saluted, and then strode away. Swain stared at the back of his departure, his expression unbearably gloomy.

She even counts this...? !

Katerina walked out of the darkness on the side, and she asked, "Sir, what should we do?"

Swain glanced at her: "When you returned to the military camp, did you find any survivors?"

"No."

"What about soldiers? Even monsters wearing soldiers' clothes will do." Swain asked a little unwillingly.

"Neither, General..." Katerina was also puzzled by this - what was the purpose of Lady Pale doing all this? Turn civilians and soldiers into monsters, and those who are loyal to her into undead. If not for the regime of Noxus, what was she for?

Is it for pleasure?

Katarina shook her head at this ridiculous guess, and Swain turned around, leaving the female assassin with the last words: "Get ready for battle, Master Blade. We're going to fight an extremely hard battle."

There is no other way but to wait.

On the other hand, Sion only finds these weak and slaughtered corpses disgusting - they were all civilians of the immortal fortress before their death, but now they are all disgusting and blasphemous. The twisted limbs and the narrow mouth, the tongue like a sharp-toothed blade. It made Sean feel more and more annoyed.

The most unbearable thing for him is that even if he splits and kills these things one by one with an axe. Nor are they fearful, on the contrary, they utter moans of pleasure, and some even shiver before dying, leaving some questionable liquid behind.

What a blasphemy this is!

"you!"

He roared and waved the two giant axes in his hand, and each swing could reduce the corpse tide by a lot. This meat grinder-like picture was really **** and terrifying.

"All! Damn! Ah!"

Sion jumped high like a madman, rushed into the pile of corpses, chopped down with two axes crossed, and swung dozens of times in an instant. Such a reckless move brought a pile of meat sauces that could no longer be identified, but their numbers still did not decrease, gushing out of the streets and alleys of the city quickly.

For every one Sion kills, two of them pop up. He chopped off the head of one and made up for the other. And he didn't even hear a terrified scream before his death, those extravagant voices actually made his eyes turn red. An anger that transcended life and death, transcended anything, filled his heart.

At the same time came the thirst for blood and carnage. He had been suppressed for too long, was resurrected, and was kept in a cage like a beast. Even lost all his glory to be transformed into a killing machine. All these together made him hear a dark and low voice.

The voice was full of approval, and Sean's eyes became blood red. In a trance, he heard him laugh wildly and say: "Good kill! But it's not enough! Kill them completely! Cut off their ribs, Rip off their heads and destroy everything in front of you!"

In his wild laughter, Shane swung the axe in his hand even more violently.

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Darius took the intelligence scroll, and he asked casually, "How is General Swain doing?"

"This... I don't know, my lord. I'm just a spy, how can He De see him?" The man smiled awkwardly, then lowered his head and said, "Please take a look at the information, if it's nothing. , I'll leave first."

Darius opened the scroll and hummed, neither light nor heavy. The man lowered his head and prepared to leave, and just as Darius lowered his head, the moment the man was about to leave the camp—he pulled out the flying knife around his waist.

"clang!"

The two flying knives did not pierce Darius' neck as he wished. The burly general stood up, his black armor still tinged with **** crimson. Carrying his axe, Darius said in a low voice, "I knew you had a problem... I don't even know the secret words between him and I, and you dare to stab?"

The exposed assassin did not speak, and his figure became thinner in a puff of black smoke. Just when he was about to disappear completely, an icy hand grabbed his throat, and Darius threw him to the ground and put his foot on his head.

"Who sent you here?"

Obviously the assassination had failed, but the assassin lying on the ground laughed instead. He said, "General Darius, your brother, wife, son... are all in the petals of the black rose."

Darius released his foot, and the assassin's laughter grew wilder. Then, he got a heavy kick. Darius' steel boots knocked out a third of his teeth, and even his face was dented.

He said calmly: "My brother, wife, son. They are all sons and daughters of Noxus. They fight for Noxus and naturally die for Noxus. Besides, they are all excellent. Soldiers - you rat people rolling in the gutter, can't hurt them yet."

"We are indeed rats... the great Hand of Noxus." The assassin mumbled, spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with several teeth: "But it's not us to deal with them."

"Your lord, didn't the pale lady tell you one thing?" Darius laughed instead, grinning and asking the assassin a question, and then he didn't wait for him In response, he swung the axe in his hand.

The curtain door of the tent was lifted, and several soldiers ran in with their swords in hand, looked at Darius, and asked, "General! Are you alright?!"

"It's okay, drag him down. Tell everyone that tonight is the last time to rest. Tomorrow morning, we will leave for the Immortal Fortress."

Darius turned, his red cloak raised behind him. He returned to the table and picked up the intelligence scroll, which contained only one sentence.

"Black Rose Association, salute you."

He threw the scroll on the table expressionlessly and walked out.

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The chainsaw sword roared and shredded anything that dared to stand in front of Kronos. The corrupted female civilian had only a pair of eyes and could see that she was human. Kronos cut her in half and strode over.

Shen followed behind him, stepping on a stump and breaking his arm. "The number of them coming to stop them is starting to decrease," he said.

Astarte raised his head and glanced at the gloomy sky. From the towering palace above the clouds, a purple beam of light that penetrated the sky was exuding a seductive light.

"Don't take it lightly, the corrupted dependents of the abomination must have their insidious schemes-they are the chief of all enemies, the demons of the demons..."

His voice was muffled and terrifying after the helmet's processing. Shen holds a steel knife in his right hand, and Ionia's exquisite weapon seems a little out of hand when facing these monsters - against humans, this one-handed weapon is very useful. But to face those monsters, he would need some more violent weapons.

Shen carefully glanced at the chainsaw sword in Kronos' hands, he had to admit that it was really a murder weapon. With ease, it can tear flesh, cut bones, and make a roar like the sound of a dragon.

Who the **** invented such a weapon and for what purpose? What kind of war needs such a weapon?

He buried the doubt in his heart.

Along the way, they were getting closer and closer to the palace, and the corrupted monsters poured out one after another from the roof and dark alleys, blocking the water that surrounded them. Just when Shen was about to use the Secret Art to take Kronos away again, the latter let out a battle cry full of anger and rushed towards the monster.

His killing efficiency is far beyond Shen's imagination - he can hardly believe his eyes, is this really something a human can do? Astarte moved so fast that even in that heavy armor, only the afterimage could be seen by Twilight's Eye.

Shen could only tell where Astarte was by the sound of the never-ending roaring weapon in his hand. He crashed into the corpse tide like a charging rhino, and a few back and forth charges killed these monsters.

They couldn't even stop Astarte's footsteps. Only his own corpse and flesh and blood can be used to illustrate his victory.

"We're almost there."

Cronos said.

Shen stopped, he did not use the spiritual vision anymore, but simply observed with the naked eye. Not far ahead is the palace of the immortal fortress. It's a very grand building, and even the most discerning critic can't find anything wrong with it. It is both beautiful and atmospheric. It has both the overall beauty of mathematics and the natural iron-blooded style of the Noxians.

The most important thing is - it really is a fortress.

High walls, moats, towers, observation holes in the walls. This fort is almost impregnable, Shen can't think of any way to enter it, and he doesn't know why Kronos insists on entering the palace - in his mind, he should first find out if there are any survivors of the civilians. It is.

"Mr. Cronos, shouldn't we go first to see if there are any survivors?"

His question made Astarte shake his head, and he replied calmly: "No, no need~www.NovelMTL.com~ Kronos stretched out his hand and pointed to the towering palace above the clouds, The purple lustful light stained their faces with a hint of purple. Astarte said indifferently: "Did you see that light? It is a symbol of corruption and depravity. When faced with such power, mortals have no choice but to fall. "

"If someone believes in him, maybe they can hold on for a while, but..." He didn't continue, Shen didn't know who Kronos was referring to. But that didn't stop him from feeling that Astarte's decision was inhumane.

The young man said in disbelief: "Are we going to leave those civilians alone?"

"There are no more civilians."

Kronos turned his head, stared at the brave young man, and said slowly: "In this city - only monsters and dying people are left."

"You understand? No civilians, no survivors, no reinforcements, and no evacuation plan like you imagined."

He drew his chainsword, and the blood-stained serrated blades began to spin again. Astarte walked forward calmly, without saying a word.

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