3:20.
In the chaotic space, Drizzt subconsciously pressed the elegant arc-shaped black bowler hat.
(The thread of fate begins to affect—)
At the same time, Britz raised his head and looked at the front of the eleven huge heroic lights above the void. The light flickered in a pair of electronic eyes:
Time...not much difference...much.
…
Outside the chaotic space, above the distant blue sky.
The small space-time lighthouse exudes a dazzling golden light, floating leisurely in the void.
The large destruction beam from the intelligent center of the game system still blasted the tower one after another with perseverance, but was steadily blocked by the guardian barrier supported by the lighthouse.
On the top of the tower, amidst the enveloping colorful rays of light, the eleven phantoms have been condensed for more than 20 hours, and the outline of the figure can be seen clearly.
Among them, a ghost has the highest degree of cohesion.
Enveloped in a brilliant colorful light, there is already a faint green flame ray permeating out.
Not long after, the colorful light on the top of the golden tower suddenly burst into light!
The figure headed by the phantom figure finally completed the final cohesion step.
The light gradually faded.
The true face of the first hero phantom slowly revealed—
A shabby blue and black cloak.
The icy sickle with a deep chill was held in the bone-like right hand.
Connected to the other end of the slender metal chain, is a primitive lantern exuding shining and weird green light carried by the left hand.
However, the most palpitating thing is the two groups of dreadful blue soul flames that faintly burn in the pair of empty eye sockets.
"An unknown data stream is detected, which is suspected to be a Trojan horse."
"The threat coefficient of the new Trojan is being evaluated... After the evaluation is completed, the target threat coefficient is A level."
"Priority adjustment, new Trojan horse, obliterate—"
In the world of data that is difficult for ordinary people, the system sound of cold machinery echoes.
In the next second, even more terrifying destructive forces slowly gathered in the void.
And as if feeling the invisible threat, the thin figure under the blue-black shabby cloak slowly raised his head, the two gloomy green flames in his eye sockets flickered, and then the right hand holding the cold chain sickle was slowly raised.
Confirming the direction, the sickle chain was swung and swung.
Immediately thrown into the void ahead—
This end is still in his hand; while the sickle part at the other end has disappeared into the air strangely.
In the next second, the icy metal chain exuding luminous greenness seemed to be buckling something, suddenly straightened and tightened!
At the same moment, the thin figure pulled the chain, and his figure suddenly vacated, flying in the direction where the front part of the chain disappeared.
…
Inside the Heart of Valoran, the chaotic space.
Creak—
A sour, but very familiar metal rubbing sound.
The Valoran mainland heroes such as Britz and Nidalee suddenly looked up and followed their reputation.
I saw the huge heroic light and shadow headed by the void, and the colorful lights around the map suddenly became more and more dazzling.
In the center of the picture frame, the part that was enveloped by the power of nothingness and chaos is slowly becoming clear at a speed that can be detected by the naked eye.
And what really caught the attention of the Valoran mainland heroes was the slender and cold scythe nailed to the top of the map.
In the next second, the metal sickle nailed to the light and shadow picture frame trembled slightly, and then a group of colored rays of light unfolded in full bloom.
In the light, a familiar skinny figure was shrouded in the shabby blue-black cloak and slowly fell back to the ground.
Britz's pair of round electronic eyes suddenly lit up.
At the same moment, a soft and kind female voice also echoed in the huge chaotic space:
"The heroic spirit has awakened."
"Guardian of the Soul Lock Code. Thresh, awakened three times."
"Level—100%"
"Hero deity, resurrected."
The bone-like right hand shook slightly, and easily retracted the chain sickle nailed to the hero's light and shadow frame. The warlord of the Soul Lock Code who was awakened by the resurrection slowly raised his head, and a pair of faintly burning soul flames were with Britz in front of him. Glad eyes met.
Then, grinned with a terrifying smile that was enough to scare the child to stop crying, hoarse and low, like a voice from the abyss of Jiuyou:
"Exhibition match... Really?"
"If your condition is not good, let me come—"
Familiar with the character of the former companion in front of him, Britz was not at all displeased by the seemingly provocative remarks. Instead, he nodded happily and responded: "No...problem...then...let it to... You are here."
In the old Valoran Continental League of Legends, if the name of the strongest support was controversial, it was probably between the Steam Robot and the Guardian of Soul Lock.
Britz is very clear about the strength of his companions in front of him.
If you really want to calculate it, the reason why it can have the strength it is now is also due to the experience of learning and training with the opponent in the Summoner Canyon.
Aside, Drizzt raised his head again, staring at the remaining ten heroic lights and shadows in the void, muttering to himself in an inaudible voice:
"The rest... is coming soon."
…
It is still the blue sky.
The beam of destruction that had lost the target of the attack re-locked the time-space lighthouse that had not disappeared, and continued its tireless bombardment.
On the top of the small time-space lighthouse tower, amidst a brilliant and soft colorful light, the remaining ten phantoms have also condensed to the final stage.
Not long after, the colorful light on the top of the tower suddenly showed an unprecedented dazzling brilliance, so magnificent that almost all the clear sky of thousands of miles was rendered into a dreamlike colorful tone.
At the same moment, the ten body phantoms that came to the end of the condensing stage slowly became clear.
An aura of lightness, treacherous, calm, or wild and unruly, also spread and rise from the phantom shadows.
In the data world, the system sound of the cold machinery has become a little chaotic:
"Detected unknown data streams... a lot of unknown data streams!"
"Trojan horse threat index is full, request to open the highest obliteration authority—"
"100% power, start to obliterate!—"
Above the blue sky, the breeze was abruptly stagnant, and a dignified and solemn atmosphere of terror enveloped the clear sky.
At the same time, the ten phantoms on the top of the tower were completely condensed and realised.
A cursing voice sounded first:
"Fuck... finally alive, suffocating me to death!!"
Then there was another complaining voice: "Who am I relying on? I think my spear is about to rust..."
The voice stopped abruptly before it fell.
Whether it was the two who spoke out, or the remaining eight who were temporarily silent, they were keenly aware of the danger coming for the first time.
In the next second, a terrifyingly unprecedented pure white beam of destruction shot out from the void in the direction of ten heroes!
"Damn, you will be so angry when you come out?"
"When I am the power of Demacia, is it so easy to bully!?"
"Brothers don't move, just let me come!—"
The first voice uttered again with a high-pitched tone of excitement and justice, the most burly and sturdy among the ten figures, jumped out of the colorful rays of light that had not yet completely dissipated—
A magnificent heavy armor and a dark blue cloak danced behind him.
A huge two-handed epee was raised high, accompanied by a vigorous anger:
"Look at me—"
"Demacia Justice!!!"
Along with this rage, a giant sword phantom that exuded incomparably sacred and majestic aura fell from the sky amidst the radiant rays of light!
The huge beam of destruction engulfing the terrifying power was directly blasted to pieces!
The tall man named Demacia's power retracted his epee triumphantly: "Hey, show your ugliness, show your ugliness..."
At the same moment, in the data world, the system sound of the cold machinery sounded again:
"The threat index of Trojan horses has increased, and the erasure efforts have been revised."
"110% overload power, attack—"
In the next second, the solidified and depressive atmosphere above the clear sky of thousands of miles not only has no tendency to dissipate, but it has become more and more silent.
"Also, come again?"
The tall man named Demacia's power suddenly became a little dumbfounded, and he turned his head in a panic to his companion behind him and shouted loudly, "Hey, I can't hold it anymore. Come and help!!"