The All-League of Legends Starts From the Heavens Chapter 135

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"It hurts, it hurts too much!"

At night, there was a dull sound in a public cemetery that had been abandoned and neglected for many years, thirty kilometers away from Tokyo.

In the corner of the cemetery, there is an inconspicuous mound.

A black crow, standing on the mound, with a sharp beak, kept hitting a human arm washed out by the rain.

The owner of the arm has been buried for many years, the flesh and blood in the body has long been dry, and the pale skin on the surface is as hard as steel, but it has won the special favor of this crow.

Just when it was pecking selflessly, suddenly, another arm stretched out from under the mound and grabbed it tightly.

The panicked howl from the crow completely awakened the deeply buried creature.

The mound began to loosen gradually, and a tall and muscular male body was slowly revealed.

The man was born with pure white hair and dark green eyes.

His face is handsome and sturdy, yet soft, and there is a majesty between his eyebrows that ordinary people do not have.

His skin was so white that there was no trace of blood, like a piece of beautiful jade, like a stubborn stone, in short, he didn't look like a living person.

The man stood up, looked at the crow struggling in his hand, and threw it out casually.

The crow, who was freed again, fluttered its wings, intending to fly high into the sky.

But in the next second, its body was pierced by an inexplicable black mist.

The black mist was as thick as oil, reflecting a terrifying green light in the moonlight.

After the crow was torn apart, it returned to the man as if alive, and surrounded him.

It was as swift as a sharp blade just now, but now it is as gentle as a breeze.

Immediately afterwards, more and more black mist emerged from behind the man, part of it spread around, and part of it turned into the clothes on his body.

Within a few breaths, the entire cemetery was enveloped in a thick fog.

The surrounding vegetation withered in an instant, the ground cracked open after cracks, and all life in the area was drained, leaving only a faint light.

More and more tomb seals began to loosen, and black monsters with slender limbs and sharp teeth crawled out of the tomb.

These insane monsters crawl at the feet of men and worship their king.

Lu Wu, who turned a blind eye to this, raised his hand to hold it, and a large alien sword over two meters appeared in his hand.

The whole body of the big sword is green and extremely gorgeous. The body of the sword is in the shape of 'feng', engraved with prosperous and mysterious patterns, and the sharp blade, even the closest black mist dare not touch it at will.

At the same time as the big sword appeared, a dazzling crown appeared above Lu Wu's head.

Carrying the great sword called "Blade of the Ruined King" on his shoulders, he slowly walked out of the cemetery.

With the actions of the pale monarch, the black mist gradually spread around.

Those monsters also scattered and ran away immediately, dragging all the living creatures they saw into the fog, making them one of them.

Lu Wu walked through a dense jungle, and the remote town at the foot of the mountain came into view.

In fact, one street is enough to describe the whole town. There is a simple hardened dirt road in the middle, and on both sides are scattered wooden houses with obvious neon style.

It is almost early in the morning, when people are fast asleep, all the windows are closed, and the whole town is silent.

There are only a few occasional barks, which are one of the few sounds here.

As Lu Wu approached slowly, the black mist wrapped in green light gradually devoured this inaccessible place little by little.

The old house has become more and more rotten.

The townspeople living here are also unknowingly turned into nourishment for the black mist in their sleep.

Just then, a wobbly figure appeared from the other side of the town.

This man was a man in his thirties, smelled of alcohol, his steps were vain, he held an empty glass bottle in his hand and kept pouring it into his mouth.

After finding that nothing could be poured out, he scolded a few times and threw the wine bottle to the ground angrily.

Then, walking to someone's door, unbuckling his belt to release himself, while making a meaningless grunt.

After clearing the long-standing inventory in his bladder, the man began to think about where his home was.

Finally, when he looked around, he saw a pale figure carrying a big sword not far away.

Coupled with the billowing black fog behind him, the man instantly woke up most of the time.

After a high-pitched scream, he didn't even have time to tie his belt back, so he turned and ran.

Unfortunately, the baggy pants seriously affected the man's movements, and he fell to the ground before he ran a few steps.

When he raised his head in pain, he found that his path was blocked by a few strange creatures with sharp teeth.

"Ah!" The man with fear written on his face jumped up from the ground in fright.

Tremblingly, he raised the Buddha beads hanging from his neck, and while stepping back he said, "Police... warn you, don't come here!"

The man's voice was loud, as if he was emboldening himself.

The black monsters tilted their heads and looked at him curiously, but they didn't understand what he was saying.

Immediately afterwards, he lost his patience, roared, and threw himself at the prey.

Seeing this, the drunk man forgot to run away for a while, closed his eyes tightly, and held up the Buddha beads high, hoping that the magic weapon he bought at a high price would be useful.

Just as the man was about to be torn to shreds, a figure suddenly jumped out of the nearby dwelling and shuttled between several resentful spirits corrupted by black mist at an extremely fast speed.

Finally, the handsome stopped in front of the man.

"Second-level sorcerer, Kazama Kotaro, join us!"

As soon as the voice fell, several resentful spirits burst open, turning into a cloud of black smoke and dissipating.

Little Taro, with red hair and four long braids, saw this scene and said thoughtfully, "I didn't expect that you could encounter a curse wherever you go on vacation."

"It's been bad luck lately!"

The sorcerer, who was very eager to talk, ignored the man and kept talking to himself.

"Fortunately, it's some unpopular curse that didn't cause too much danger."

"But... where did these black mists come from?"

In a trance, Kotaro realized that something was wrong, but it was too late, a big sword flashing with bright light suddenly penetrated his chest.

"Ho...ho..." The careless magician looked down at the green blade, and blood poured out of his mouth uncontrollably.

"Extra...special curse!"

As the ruined sword was drawn out, Kotaro, who was still in high spirits just now, slowly fell to the ground, clutching his chest and twitching.

"Where is Tokyo?" Lu Wu's throat was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for thousands of years.

It's a pity that he seemed to have hit too hard just now, and the injured magician doesn't even have the strength to speak now.

"Tsk." The pale king pouted in disdain, as if mocking his opponent's weakness.

Then, once again insert the great sword into the conjurer's chest.

Endless black mist flowed out from the blade and penetrated into Kotaro Kazama's eye sockets and mouth.

After a while, Kotaro, who was completely eroded by the Curse of Destruction, knelt on the ground and said respectfully, "My King."

Lu Wu's voice was still a little hoarse: "Take me...to Tokyo."

Chapter end

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