When League of Legends Comes to American Comics

Chapter 82: Heart

A ray of light dispels the last darkness.

At this moment, the condensed and blackened blood on the ground seemed to be covered with a touch of gold.

Nan Ke sat on the ground with no image, his casual sweater was as tattered as a blackened cloth strip picked up on the ground at random, the only thing that was clean was the face full of tiredness.

Maybe it was the night of killing that made him used to blood and darkness. Even though the morning light was not too strong, for Nan Ke at this time, it was still so bright that he couldn't open his eyes.

Graveston sat beside him, his ten fingers trembling slightly, there were several incomplete holes in the black windbreaker, and the beard on his face seemed to have grown back after a night of hard work.

After meticulously preparing an ending for the group of human animals, Nan Ke continued on the 'road of death' without stopping.

Finally, before dawn, the group of demons who escaped from hell by chance were sent back.

"Is this the last one?" Nan Ke asked.

"Yes."

Graves glanced back at the ruins behind him, and replied wearily.

The last few strongholds were close to the urban area, and there were too many residents around. He didn't continue to carry out any heavy weapon attacks in the distance, but followed Nan Ke, and rushed in directly with a gun.

The refreshing feeling is actually stronger than before, but the tired feeling is also several times stronger.

So much so that now, he really feels a little numb, and even his lower back is a little sore.

In fact, starting from the sixth stronghold, the strength of resistance they encountered has begun to weaken significantly.

Obviously, in the situation last night, although it was impossible for Jin Bin to organize an effective defense immediately, he would not really do nothing and let his men stay in the stronghold foolishly waiting to die.

Most of the core personnel and goods should have been evacuated in advance, and the remaining group of people were either too late to leave, or they were directly abandoned by the higher-ups to slow down Nanke's speed.

Therefore, although Nanke's killing in the second half of the night was still bloody and brutal, its harvest could not even catch up with the first five strongholds.

Panting for the not-so-fresh air in the morning, Nan Ke squinted at the system interface.

In the last seven strongholds, a total of 2700 points were provided to myself;
On the one hand, it was for the sake of efficiency, so Graves was not allowed to keep killing himself.

On the other hand, it also shows that there are actually very few real core characters.

"What the hell, it's only 300 short!"

Nan Ke gritted his teeth and cursed inwardly.

If I want to improve my strength again, I either spend 8000 to upgrade my level, or spend 6000 to upgrade my swordsmanship.

But now, I only have 5700!

It's okay if it's much worse, but it's just such a close call. It feels like I've taken off my pants, but suddenly found that the mobile phone in front of me has a black screen and died.

Nan Ke raised his head, his red eyes swept around.

Graves, who was resting next to him, felt something in his heart, and suddenly shivered. The killing intent was so strong that it almost turned into a substance, which made him subconsciously raise his head and look around vigilantly, "Is there anyone else?"

Immediately, he glanced at Nan Ke again, "Your 'heart' can no longer control your killing intent."

"They shouldn't be killed?" Nan Ke asked back.

Graves was silent for a while after hearing this, "Then do you choose to take their lives or your own? Your heart can no longer keep up with the improvement of your strength, which will gradually make you unable to control your behavior. The specific principle is actually I don't understand, but I've heard many examples.

If you continue to develop like this, in the end, you may become a lunatic; unless you can stop your strength, or choose a position where there is no one to cultivate your body, there are many people like you in Ionia. "

These words were said when he accidentally heard a speech by a martial arts master from Ionia.

Situations like Nanke were very common in Ionia at a certain stage. When Noxus invaded, a large number of strong people emerged in Ionia.

These strong men who are accustomed to peace have rapidly improved their strength in battle, but at the same time it has also brought them a series of problems.

And the core of these problems is the 'heart'.

'Heart' seems to be very important in part of Ionia's training system, somewhat similar to the 'heart demon' that often appears in Taoist training systems and martial arts novels.

Nan Ke didn't answer, but carefully scanned the surroundings with red eyes, and finally stopped at a certain position.

'Om'

The next moment, Nan Ke rushed towards the opposite alley like an arrow from the string.

The whole of New York seemed to be in a kind of chaos last night, and all kinds of hidden forces began to fish in the troubled water tacitly.

Nan Ke and Graves, who were the fuse, obviously didn't know what kind of consequences they would cause after such a killing.

Or, even if they knew, they subconsciously pushed the consequences out of their minds.

After all, no matter how much they brainwash themselves, no matter how much they deceive themselves in their hearts, they say that they have already integrated into this world.

But their essence cannot be changed by changing thoughts or emotions, and in essence, they are all visitors from other worlds.

If it is your own home, then naturally you have to carefully protect it, for fear that the ground will be dirty or the wall will be knocked.

But if it's someone else's house, I still have to care about it, but as long as the house is not demolished, what does it matter to me if the floor is dirty or the walls are a little broken?
At this moment, Matt stood silently behind an electric box. On the ruins not far in front of it, a strong smell of blood made him feel like he had come to the battlefield.

And this kind of battlefield, he saw a total of twelve tonight.

After a busy night and a whole night of catching up, he finally caught up with the two butchers in front of him.

But when those two people were right in front, he hesitated.

He is different from Nanke and the others, he is considered as a "family member", but standing in his position, he may be able to vaguely perceive how much impact tonight will have.

But whether this effect is good or bad, it is actually difficult for him to judge and distinguish.

Neighborhood superheroes have limitations after all. They may be able to handle the affairs of a block or even an administrative district, but if the area is expanded to a city or even a country
In fact, they are no different from ordinary people.

He can 'see' the destruction and chaos wrought by Nanko and Graves;

But he also 'saw' the rescued women and children.

So.

As a lawyer, he suddenly became confused. He didn't know how to judge this case, and which law should be used to judge it.

Smelling the bloody air, his expression became a little dull until
'Om'

A piercing sound exploded in front of him.

Matt came back to his senses in an instant, the blind stick was split in two in his hand, and one of them sent out a chain and locked it to the wall behind.

However, just as he was about to pull the chain and avoid it quickly, a long red sword cut off the chain with a 'bang'.

The next moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Matt, stretched out his hand and grabbed his neck, and slammed it hard on the wall behind him.

'boom! '

There was a gap in the wall, and Matt felt that he had recovered from the injury with great difficulty, and seemed to have a tendency to aggravate it again.

But his arm embedded in the wall suddenly exerted strength, and the blind stick that had become two short sticks poked forward at the same time.

"Ha ha."

Familiar laughter rang in Matt's ears, and he felt as if his short stick was stuck in a quagmire, stabbing, unable to get out, trying to pull it back, but was firmly sucked in again.

"It's you."

Matt simply gave up resisting.

He can 'see' things that many people can't see, but in the face of Nan Ke's sudden attack, he really can't 'see' Nan Ke's identity instantly like ordinary people.

He thought it was someone attacking him before, so he reacted a bit stronger, but now he found that it was Nan Ke who controlled him. Although he was a little puzzled why Nan Ke's strength suddenly became so much stronger, he was still relieved.

At least, since Nan Ke let him go last time, he won't kill him for no reason this time.

But if he wasn't blind, he would actually be able to see. At this moment, Nan Ke's eyes were frighteningly red.

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Purple Potato will be 20 soon, and it will be listed on the new book list;

Next, we can only rely on your support!

(End of this chapter)