League of Legends Millennium Warlord Chapter 384

Emerald Collar, Fidelait Inner City West, Pale Clock Tower.

The 98-meter building height makes the dark-age (Victorilike) bell tower the most dazzling pearl of Feldlight.

The fence-style jade square column composed of pure white marble is swaying in the shimmering waves of the moon river with a fascinating colorful luster. The crimson magic steel alloy dial with a diameter of seven meters is evenly distributed with fine forged black steel produced by the immortal fortress, black steel. Three hundred and sixty-five colored opals are inlaid on the scale, and the sword-shaped hands are made of bright silver Demacian steel. If you look closely, you will find that the second and minute hands are enlarged versions of the star blade and the fire blade. When the second hand and the minute hand overlap, it will become the combined shape of the hour hand (the Starfire Rune Blade is the divine sword used by the angel sisters).

There are four such luxurious and noble dials, which are connected to the magic crystal power device with exquisite gears and levers. According to the magic pulse of magic in the spar, the hands are driven to rotate, and every beat will emit a precise and heavy ' The sound of clicking is like a song of the clock that never stops.

In the evening, above the pale bell tower, which is not open to the public, a slightly squatted figure appeared on the edge of the unprotected building outside the bell room. At the corner of his clothes, the man with a handsome face didn't care at all whether he would jump down in the strong wind and become a depraved crimson embellished with holiness.

The metal door of the bell room was pushed open, and the high-top bayonet boots stepped on the tiles, making heavy and regular footsteps. He was wearing a custom-made top assassination equipment. Although the face of the visitor was not clean, it was full of features. The hard stubble and the vicious eyes like a viper make the man full of a deadly sense of threat from beginning to end. If coupled with the never-ending indirect and creepy smile, it is enough to make the most ruthless hunter in the dark. He grabbed his tail and ran away.

Hector, one of the four elders of the Blade of the Night, has countless souls under his command. Even the most vicious and ruthless killer of the Blade of the Night will unconsciously sneer when he hears the name 'Hecht'. Shiver, unlike others, Hector hates **** nicknames like 'Blood Hand Butcher' or 'Skinner'. He only has one name, and that is his real name.

Thanks to the dog's sister, Hector has a **** nephew who can't be killed.

Taking a few steps to the young man's side, Hecht took out a gold box from the dark red cloak, pushed open the lid, and the man took out a purified tan chew stick and put it in his mouth. inside,

The chewing stick is rich in the purified paralytic toxin Yuezibai, the dose is enough to cause an adult man to die on the spot, but the man carelessly savors the pleasure brought by the poison, and the man even fantasizes that he lost his balance because of the chewing stick. , jumped down from the clock tower and ended his life.

The thrill of wandering back to the brink of death is the same as skinning...

Unsurpassed pleasure.

"No matter how many times you look down from the pale bell tower, Fidellett is a very beautiful and orderly city, with dense underground channels and grids buried deep in filth, rustled by undercurrents where people can't see it. Washed away... That's right, I'm talking about you long-dead rubbish."

"So, uncle, should I just die like this?"

To his nephew's answer, Hecht nodded without hesitation, with his usual sneer.

"Don't die near the clock tower designed by the master. If you leave the clock tower, you will die wherever you like."

"Oh, then I'd better not die first."

Hecht didn't speak anymore, just chewed the paralyzing poison, silently looking at the sunset in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

Every time he sits on the edge of the clock tower, Sacco can clearly feel that his life is passing.

A cloud drifted from afar, obscuring the few remaining rays of sunlight, plunging the world into darkness and making Sacco a little more comfortable.

Although he is no longer afraid of the sun, he still prefers to hide in a small and dark place, which will make him feel more secure.

"uncle……"

"If you have a fart, let it go. If you want to die, you can quickly die. I don't remember teaching you to hesitate, just like a waste."

"Can I...take another look at...her?"

Her name, her own mother, what is it?

Sacco was a little dazed.

I don't know when, my mother's face became a little dull, only a broken smile and a warm heart are left in the memories, like mirror fragments, it is difficult to put together again, and I keep reminding myself not to forget , but still forget a lot of things.

So much so that the simple word of mother has become difficult to say, as if speaking of mother will make oneself immature again, returning to that dark dungeon, bound by chains.

Or, the reason for not uttering the word mother is because of other feelings.

Sacco knew that he was not willing, but he was willing, because she was the only woman he cared about and missed in his life.

This tangle is like being bitten by a beloved poisonous snake. I want to chop off the snake's head with a knife, but I can't bear it. Instead, I relax my muscles and let the poisonous snake bite deeper for love...

"...Disgusting brat, he's exactly the same as your bastard."

Seemingly aware of the man's contradictory thoughts and emotions, Hecht squinted his eyes, 'heh' and wanted to spit out a mouthful of phlegm, but then he remembered that this was the sacred place designed by the master for the Blade of the Night. He swallowed the thick phlegm again.

In this way, Hecht lost the idea of continuing to taste Yuezibai.

Biting off the half-chewed stick and putting it back into the gold box, Hecht swallowed the contents.

For Hecht's answer, Sacco had no surprises, but it didn't exceed expectations, but it didn't mean he wasn't disappointed.

In fact, he was disappointed every time, and there was no hope in his expectations, but he still had obsessions and sadness that could not be let go.

"Bastard, the master wants to see you, if nothing else happens~www.mtlnovel.com~ I'm afraid your magical journey is about to begin, come early tomorrow, and make yourself look like a human being."

Sacco's eyes brightened a little,

In addition to the woman who nurtured him and his uncle, who completely affected his life, there was also a crucial person, who also gave him love, warmth, and changed the trajectory of his life toward death. irreplaceable role.

Lester, his master.

Only behind the master will he forget all fears, abandon all obsessions, and find a touch of peace and tranquility in the abyss.

"If your performance makes the master very satisfied, I can think about it and let you meet her."

"Winter~"

The hour hand pointed to the position of "six", and the grand and heavy bell sounded, indicating that the work of the day was completed, and the remaining time should be rested, sacred and inviolable.

This is only your own time.

Hector's figure had disappeared, and Sacco clutched his chest, watching the last setting sun set in the west.

Only he knew how fast his heart was beating when the bell rang.

Chapter end

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