When League of Legends Comes to American Comics

Chapter 258 Outdated People

A thick cloud covered the moonlight, but it did not cover the prosperity of New York at all. On the contrary, because of the lack of the moon, the lights of the whole city became brighter.

When the lights of modern society gradually prosper, many customs and cognitions in ancient times will be broken and subverted. For example, "the night is dark and the wind is high" is actually a rare phenomenon in modern society.

Just when Nan Ke and the others were eating hot pot, singing, drinking beer and bragging in the shop.

About ten kilometers away from Boss Liao's shop, in an empty industrial area, the environment that seemed a little darker compared to the urban area suddenly became a little gloomy due to the arrival of a group of darker beings.

Under the illumination of the nearby lighting, the standing figures did not cast corresponding shadows on the ground.

But the sound of the horseshoes hitting the ground as they sat down echoed in the air, but it seemed extremely real.

And at the forefront of this row of 'knights', there is a back figure that is more burly than them.

The shape of this back is very strange, the upper body is a human, the lower body is a horse, it is wrapped by a thick armor, and the cold-colored spiritual fire can only be seen swaying and blooming from the gap in the armor;

And different from the centaur in traditional Western stories that symbolizes nature and freedom, this 'centaur' has only endless violence and blood on its body, and the deep blood scab on the halberd even formed a matting effect.

It was at this time that there were some human movements in the distance.

A security guard walked over lazily with a flashlight, his steps were a bit strange, the security guard's gaze followed the direction of the flashlight, and he walked back and forth in the park where he could walk around with his eyes closed.

He has worked here for more than [-] years, and he may be more aware of the efficiency and operation of the entire park than those few new executives, so he also knows that the real valuable things in the park are not these broken factories.

Rather than saying that his job is to prevent thieves from breaking in, it is better to say that his job is to prevent rats from being born in the park and disgusting those employees who come to work the next day.

Therefore, in order to pass the boring and scarce on-duty time, he would occasionally drink a little wine, and on rare occasions, he would drink a little more.

For example, tonight, after he drank a whole bottle of whiskey, he felt that the whole world became much more lively. The flat ground seemed to become a trampoline. Every time he stepped on it, he could get a kind of rebound feedback.

Feeling the response from the world, the security guard jumped up slowly. The jump was neither high nor stable, but this was already the only entertainment during his boring working hours.

But jumping and jumping, the security guard seemed to have discovered something. He swept the flashlight towards the area that was obviously darker than the surrounding area, blinked his cloudy eyes, and murmured:
"Is this a double image? No, no, it's a ghost!"

Cold sweat broke out from the back of the security guard instantly, and even his mind seemed to be much clearer.

But to his despair, as his mind became clearer, he also realized that what he saw was not caused by drinking too many fireworks.

Instead, it really exists!
Hecarim moved his front hooves, covering the man in front of him under his body.

When the cold spirit fire hidden in Hecarim's armor shone on the man's face, the man's already pale face became as if it had been painted, and at the same time his body began to tremble slightly.

Hecarim, enjoying the feeling.

The dying terror of an enemy is to it the equivalent of a drunkard with a glass of real delicacy in front of him.

As the one with the most violent personality in the Shadow Isles and the most obsessed with killing, the main reason why it has been able to lie dormant in this world for so long without taking any action is because its desire for killing is obviously higher than the other two.

Because if you want to kill better, you need two 'outposts' to help you inquire about the enemy's news.

Compared with Thresh, who completely surrendered to his twisted desires, and Kalista, who was almost 100% dominated by the black mist, Hecarim was right in between the two, retaining some of his former combat leaders Memory, and at the same time, he made a certain fit between his ability and the black mist.

This also allows it to choose to first understand the thoughts and exit of the other two through the black fog on the premise of maintaining a little restraint, and then make a judgment on its next decision based on its own experience.

Thresh's death did not provide him with any useful news;

Because Thresh is too timid, and the location he chose is too remote, like a rat in a sewer, all he sees and hears is the stench of the sewer.

But at least, Thresh worked hard to accumulate some black mist energy before his death, which can be regarded as a small increase in its power.

As for Callista's death, although Callisa's counterattack at the end did not send much power and news, but before her counterattack, she once inserted the spear condensed by the black mist into Nan Ke's body.

And this move is equivalent to providing Hecarim with a coordinate, the coordinate of an 'enemy' who has the ability to block its actions.

Originally, according to the 'custom' in Runeterra, it was going to wait for the sky to darken, then lurk in the black mist and approach the target silently, and then trample those ignorant beings with iron tools.

But the lights in New York clearly disrupted its plans.

If a night in Bilgewater is a candle, New York is a high-powered incandescent lamp.

In this scenario, let alone a group of innocent souls crossing the border.
Even if a cloud of black mist just appeared, under the illumination of colorful lights, it is equivalent to putting yourself on the stage, and there is no surprise effect at all.

"It's a bad world"

Hecarim's voice hesitated to the sound of the noisy ocean waves in the dark night, which could subconsciously remind people of unknown darkness and fear.

But at this moment, there seemed to be endless depression and grievances in this frightening voice.

But in the next moment, these emotions directly transformed into violence.

"But worse, you won't live to see your world destroyed;
Because, you are life is a burden, and I will set you free! "

Hecarim raised his halberd and drew an arc around the man's neck.

This man is not even worthy of being a member of its knight order.

When the blood color became the embellishment of tonight, Hecarim raised his head, overlooking the city in front of him from a higher ground, and at the same time took an offensive posture towards the knights behind him.

"No one can survive;
Let's go, starting with our first enemy! "

(End of this chapter)