When League of Legends Comes to American Comics

Chapter 162 Game
"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

All around, there are countless shouts and killing sounds gathered together to form a sound wave.

Under the feet, there is a solid layer of ice that has condensed in an unknown amount of days.

Beside him, there were endless cold winds and tricky attacks.

Nan Ke, who was dressed in everyday clothes, was standing at the 'center of the lake' at this time. In fact, it was difficult to find a reference as a criterion for judging whether this was the center of the lake.

Because the surface of the lake seems to be boundless, and it is directly connected to the gray sky in all directions.

But if you take Nanke as the anchor point and spread it out, you will find that the endless sea of ​​people around you seems to really be centered on Nanke.

The two long swords could not be distinguished from each other at this time, because the blood color had covered their original colors.

Nan Ke is holding a long sword, like a person in pajamas, charging with a submachine gun, the whole style of painting looks extremely inconsistent.

But this didn't affect him waving the long sword in his hand extremely fast, even leaving afterimages in the surrounding air.

However, this method still cannot stop the enemies that are constantly hitting the surrounding waves like waves.

"kill!"

Nan Ke shouted again, raised his saber in his hand, and beheaded three or four enemies.

In his ears, the whistling cold wind seemed to be cheered up, blowing more recklessly.

However, no matter how much Nanke improved his efficiency in killing enemies, the number of enemies around him did not decrease in the slightest.

But at this time, Nan Ke seemed to be dazed, and he kept waving the long sword mechanically.

He didn't look like he was fighting, but like an assembly line, a machine that had already been programmed, was mechanically repeating the instructions given by the program.

wield a knife;

close the knife;

wield a knife;

Close the knife.

And in his ears, the voices like whispers of demons began to become clearer and closer.

At first, the voice seemed to come from outside the empty valley, it seemed misty and a little alienated;
At the back, the voice seemed to be standing outside the door of the house, there was a barrier, but it was still clear;
And now, that voice is directly behind your head, as if whispering to you right next to your hair.

It was at this time that Nan Ke's slightly confused eyes suddenly changed, and a touch of pink appeared in the depths of his eyes.

The next moment, the black hair faded in an instant, turning into a snow-white color that perfectly matched the surrounding scenery.

The home clothes that had been dyed scarlet also quietly turned into a purple-white robe with a very ancient style, and a detached temperament replaced the previous madness and cruelty.

'Om'

The surrounding air seemed to shake as well, and cobweb-like cracks suddenly appeared on the hard ice layers, and the cracks were still spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This kind of spread even stretches from the lake to the sky, and the whole world seems to be heading towards a destruction.

The ones who walked into destruction were the endless figures around them. When the cracks spread to them, their movements froze directly, as if they were trapped in some kind of ice.

"Kill him."

The voice that was whispering like a demon finally hesitated.

But Nan Ke, who was in the 'crowd', suddenly raised his head, first put away the long sword in his hand, and then waved his arm lightly.

At this moment, Nan Ke didn't stir up the strength in his body, nor did he give any 'instructions' to the surrounding wind.

While waving his arms, he gently conveyed the idea of ​​'rolling' from his mind.

A beam of destructive energy radiated directly from his fingers.

Nanke has been surrounded by enemies like endless enemies, like fallen leaves swept by the autumn wind, after floating in the air for a while, they are gradually decomposed and annihilated into tiny particles that cannot be touched by the naked eye.

Probably, in just a few breaths, the 'battlefield' was instantly transformed into a 'grave', and silence replaced the din and shouts of killing, becoming the eternal theme of this world.

And in the depths of Nan Ke's soul, a pink coat suddenly appeared on the projection of the completely restrained soul.

This coat propped up the rope that bound Nan Ke, forming a barrier between the two, and at the same time cut off the black shadow's temptation to Nan Ke.

"Ha ha."

Nan Ke chuckled and looked up at the 'world' that was about to be torn apart.

He looked very carefully, it was obviously a barren area, but he just managed to see some deep meaning for him.

After all, it is my own spiritual world, if I can see as much as I can, I may only have this chance in my life.

"Who did you learn from whom? I really didn't see when you got in."

Nan Ke was very satisfied with Xiao Zha's 'insidiousness'.

This stupid scum, it's not just that he only knows how to bark, but when it comes to use, it's unexpectedly reliable.

this round;

is the game of shadows;

It is also Nan Ke's own game.

It's like sitting on both sides of a chessboard and playing chess, the competition is calculation and planning.

You make moves first, and I make moves later. This kind of play can only appear in the game, and it is still a turn-based game.

The real game has always been tricked out. If you can be killed directly, you will never leave a breath. If you can get one hit, you want to fight three more times. The competition is who is dirtier and who is more generous!
The little slag told Nan Ke that there was a chance to wipe out that shadow queen completely.

Nan Ke fell into entangled emotions. On the one hand, he wanted to be steady and wait until later to deal with it; but on the other hand, he was afraid that the night would be long and dreamy.

On my own side, there is indeed a certainty and opportunity, but who knows, is there not on Sombra's side?

And as his own 'inner demon', it is obviously able to share a set of visual and auditory senses with himself, and therefore, his own plans and schemes are more often like his left and right hands fighting each other.

Therefore, in line with the principle of not losing money if you try.

Nanke is ready to try.

Before entering the warehouse, he intentionally asked Xiao Zha not to let him see him again.

The reason is to catch Sombra by surprise.

For this reason, he even completely gave up his defense against Sombra in the early stage, otherwise Sombra might have formed an all-round suppression of Nanke not long after he had just injected the medicine.

In order to give Sombra a chance to attack in advance, let him have the courage to attack himself in advance.

For this reason, I almost broke my soul.

But fortunately, I have succeeded for the time being!

Looking at his own soul world, Nan Ke's thoughts began to fly like snowflakes.

But this kind of emptying did not last long, nor did it need to last long.

"Now this is the original appearance of this place. How beautiful it is, clean and clear. You don't need to look to know that I am a pure and flawless person."

With that said, he turned around again, looked at the pitch-black figure not far away, and said with some dissatisfaction:
"You say you, if you want to make troubles, you can make troubles. Why do you have to make my spiritual world, oh, or the soul world into a mess? Do you want to make some miscellaneous blood of dead people disgust me, or disgust yourself?"

(End of this chapter)