League of Legends Millennium Warlord

"Carlos! Just hide here and don't make a sound! I'll lure those monsters away!"

"Brother Feister, you must be well, we must survive!"

"Trust me, I'm your brother."

Opening his eyes suddenly and looking at the empty cellar, Carlos's eyes felt a little sour.

The voice in the dream was the last time Carlos spoke to his brother. His brother had been away for a day and a night and had not come back yet. Carlos couldn't imagine where his brother was now.

After taking a nap, Carlos' energy did not recover much. His hunger prompted Carlos to focus on the glass jar. There was only a little food left in the jar, which Pfister finally stole in the chaos. There is not much left now.

【So hungry...】

Desperate to eat it, Carlos gritted his teeth, mixed the remaining crumbs with the turbid water with his two fingers, and poured it into his mouth.

The bitter rye bread mixed with sawdust was soaked in dirty water and exuded a disgusting smell. Even so, after Carlos felt the false sense of fullness in his abdomen, Carlos felt that he had just eaten Lost the most delicious food.

Now even the most delicious food is gone. Apart from rags and rotten boards, there is nothing in the cellar. Carlos knows that whether he is going out to find food or looking for his brother, he must leave here. To stay in the cellar is to wait for death.

"There seems to be no movement outside. Have the monsters left?"

Carlos climbed up the short ladder and looked at the quiet room through the gap between the wooden boards. I don't know when it started, but the outside world became extremely silent. There were no terrible screams, no roars of monsters, and no limbs being torn apart. There was the sound of chewing, but now there was no sound outside. It was as quiet and eerie as if everyone, or the entire world, had died.

The unknown fear, which was far beyond what the boy could bear, overwhelmed Carlos' determination. Carlos shrank his head and hesitated.

"Maybe if I wait a little longer my brother will come back. He is a swordsman valued by those soldiers. Maybe now the soldiers have begun to organize a counterattack. If I go out now, I will cause trouble..."

Carefully climbing down the short ladder, Carlos tightened the belt around his abdomen to relieve his hunger.

The boy closed his eyes and tried to get through the difficult days by resting, but the scene of a monster devouring Feist kept appearing in his mind that could not calm down.

"What if Brother Feist has died outside? Do I have to wait here until death?"

Opening his eyes in annoyance, Carlos patted his cheek, feeling a little ashamed of his cowardice just now.

"I have to go out to see what's going on. Just be careful. The worst I can do is escape back. If I really encounter a monster...ah ha, just die. There's no point in living like this anyway..."

Climbing up the short ladder again, Carlos opened the locked partition above his head and entered the dilapidated house.

Unlike the cellar where the air is not very good, the air outside is filled with a nauseating smell.

Carlos opened the wooden door that was ajar, stuck his head out and glanced at the street. There was no one on the street, only flesh and blood and mud that could not even be distinguished from body tissue.

"vomit……"

Covering his retching mouth, Carlos retreated into the house, closed the wooden door, and calmed his breathing.

The unknown place he was in was the slave barracks of Brewster Fort. The slave barracks were built not far from the military camp and housed slaves and servants who served the imperial soldiers.

He and his brother were servants of Imperial Sergeant Preston. On weekdays, his brother was responsible for carrying the sergeant's heavy weapons and equipment, assisting Master Preston in wearing armor, and cutting off the master's rear when necessary on the battlefield, while Carlos himself Relying on his cleverness, he was responsible for feeding the horses, washing and cooking, taking care of Sergeant Preston's private property, and doing some chores.

Logically speaking, the slave barracks not far from the military camp should be the easiest area to rescue, but now the slave barracks are completely silent...

Carlos's face turned pale as he thought of the worst possibility.

"Does it mean that Master Bing can't defeat those man-eating monsters? Or have we been abandoned?"

Carlos, who was at a loss what to do, froze on the spot, but he didn't know that the crystal alienator who was sensitive to blood had noticed him.

"Hiss... so hungry..."

The moment he discovered Carlos, the alien jumped onto the roof and ran in the direction of Carlos.

…

Time goes back to three minutes ago.

"Sir, can you hurry up? My brother is hiding not far ahead. Please, please save my brother!"

"You brat, why are you talking to the military master of the Emerald Territory? You know how to push me, just push me, what the hell! What if you run out of energy and go deal with those monsters? I think you need to be dealt with, little brat! I was really blind to let you and another little trash become my servants...

Hey, military lord, general, please don't pay attention to this reckless brat, don't take it to heart, we still focus on ensuring our physical strength, lest we encounter those underworld monsters that we can't defeat, which will be difficult to deal with..."

Slapping his servant hard on the head, Sergeant Preston, the castle defender, smiled flatteringly at the leading black-armored general.

"When these monsters from the underworld are expelled, I don't know if the military master can reward me. I, Pusiton, will entertain the military master well."

Not daring to show his anger on his face, knowing that he had offended his savior, the anxious Feist lowered his head.

He was deceived by Pusiton. Pusiton was not as brave and fearless as he had shown before, nor did he have the slightest bit of spirit as an imperial soldier. Pusiton was just a coward and villain who bullied the weak and was afraid of the strong. All strong men behaved differently. It's just an act!

Sometimes he was flattering and submissive to the black-armored soldiers like a domestic dog, sometimes he was arrogant and scolded and insulted himself. After being rescued by the black-armored soldiers, along the way, Feist had hated the former master in front of him and swore that he would use his life to save him. Protective Imperial Sergeant.

But what can he do if he hates it? The military master of the Emerald Territory treats the people of the empire equally. Pusiton can still live a carefree life. He is still a servant without any reputation or ability. Even if he pays the price with his life, it may be difficult to obtain the status of an imperial soldier.

Master, the vanguard commander of the Dark Guard, who was sandwiched between the two, could not help but sneer at the corner of his mouth when he heard that Preston wanted to reward him.

"The lord asked us to come here to save the people, not to oppress the people of the empire. Your Excellency Pusiton, there is no need to treat us. I have military orders, so I can't obey them..."

The whole team obeys the order! Speed ​​up! Rescue survivors along the way! "

Pusiton's expression was not very good. Pusiton, who had a hot face but a cold butt, smiled awkwardly, glanced at Feist coldly, and stopped talking.

He didn't care about Chongzi's dissatisfaction. Compared to the old veteran Poseton, who couldn't find any likability in him, Master preferred the young Feist, whom Poseton looked down upon.

He could see the desire of a warrior in the eyes of young Feist. This desire would make warriors pursue glory and power and spurn cowardly behavior. This kind of gaze is something that every proud Emerald Territory soldier will have.

Along the way from the southern border of the empire, all he saw and heard were the disdainful and despised imperial cowards, and there were no real warriors at all. Pusiton was the epitome of the corruption of the imperial soldiers, but he did not expect that he could actually get out of the empire. An uncut jade was found in the garbage.

Because of this, Master did not care about Feist's slight offense, but instead accelerated his pace. The enchanted heavy armor weighing a hundred kilograms did not look bloated and clumsy when worn on his body. Instead, it made his body taller and straighter. , the heavy armor stepped on the stone road and sent out a breathtaking pressure.

"We'll do our best, little one."

"Sir, thank you very much!"

Unexpectedly, the military master of the Emerald Territory would actually choose to speak for himself. Pfister's eyes lit up, and he found his confidence and sense of belonging to the empire again, but this time the sense of belonging did not belong to Archduke Timothy, but only to Emerald. collar.

[This is the courage that an imperial soldier should have. If the Emerald Territory can rule this land, my brother and I will be able to excel on the battlefield. Maybe my parents will not have to die...]

Just when Feist was a little disappointed, a roar came from a hundred meters away.

"General Master, there are demons from the underworld out there!"

Knowing where that place was, Pfister's face turned pale and his pace quickened. A look of panic appeared on Puston's face, and he couldn't help but pause. Only the leader, Master, took a deep breath and pulled out his hands. The sword made a charging gesture.

For a moment, Pfister and Preston were unable to breathe under the overwhelming pressure of Master. The two followed their instincts and stayed away from Master before they felt better.

"Blood enchantment."

Whispering a spell in a low voice, the dark red blood attached to Master's body with the blessing of the enchanted armor, forming a translucent scarlet shield.

"break out!"

"Bang!"

The compressed blood energy formed a backward shock wave, and Master, who turned into a streak of blood, began to charge. The heavily armored soldier smashed through all obstacles along the way, whether it was a wooden house or a marble structure house, like an ancient ferocious beast. , the obstacles on the path of Master's charge collapsed one after another.

"This, what kind of power is this!? God! Is this really a power that humans can master?"

Puston, who was knocked to the ground by the aftermath of the shock wave, stared blankly at Master who disappeared from sight, his heart trembling.

If he were hit directly, he would die, right? No, it will directly become blood foam, right? What kind of army could defeat such a monster?

Pfister, who also rolled and fell to the ground, had a look of hope on his face.

"Brother, you must be safe and sound!"

The wide-eyed Carlos held his breath and huddled in the corner of the cellar, not daring to move.

The wooden roof less than half a meter above the head made a creaking sound, and the wandering footsteps were like maggots attached to the bones that refused to leave the house.

Ten seconds, thirty seconds, one minute.

His face gradually turned red, his heart beat faster and faster, and his brain even felt dazed and dizzy. Carlos, who was holding his breath, had reached the limit of his endurance, and his lungs were about to explode as he longed for oxygen.

[If I had listened to my brother, I probably wouldn’t have died]

Completely giving up hope of living, Carlos closed his eyes and let out the stale breath he had been holding in for a minute and a half.

"Eat...eat you!!!"

"Snapped!"

An arm with purple crystal spots poked out of the solid board like water-soaked paper. It was less than half a meter away from Carlos' head. With a swing of the alienator's wrist, the iron claws broke through the board along the way. Go straight for Carlos' head.

"No! I haven't seen my brother! I can't die yet!"

Carlos opened his eyes suddenly;

Perhaps it was the last obsession in his heart that made the boy break through the limits of the human body, or maybe he realized some secret between life and death. Carlos suddenly felt that time in front of him seemed to slow down, and the monster's breathing gradually disappeared.

Obviously, the purple claw that could easily scratch his head was less than thirty centimeters away from him, but it moved extremely slowly, so slowly that he knew how to avoid it.

【How to avoid? How should I avoid it? Move my head to the left and quickly crouch, I can avoid it! Wait, damn, the world has become so slow, why can't I move? 】

Trying to move his body, Carlos desperately found that just like the slow-moving paw, his body seemed to be frozen and it was difficult to make any obvious changes.

This means that time is the fairest for both him and the monster, and no one is faster than the other.

The world in front of him slowed down, and he could clearly see the movement of his claws. He knew that he should squat down to the left to avoid the attack, but he knew that his body could not do it.

He will still die.

It's almost like...a fateful ending.

"Dong dong...dong dong...dong dong..."

As Carlos's heart beat faster and faster, the slow world gradually sped up, and the dark purple palm destined to scratch his head moved towards him at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Fifteen centimeters, ten centimeters, five centimeters...

Carlos' eyes widened, looking desperately as nails as sharp as blades pierced his eyes.

"Ouch!!!"

At the moment when death was about to come, the claws that were close at hand quickly retracted as if they had lost control. Carlos watched helplessly as the fatal attack suddenly disappeared, and the stagnant world in the boy's eyes finally returned to its original state.

After using all his strength, Carlos' legs weakened and he collapsed on the ground, unconscious.

Above the cellar, Master stared coldly at the crystal alienator who was knocked through the wall, and raised the magic steel two-handed sword in his hand.

"Do you know who you are?"

Climbing up from the pile of rubble, the Crystal Alienist shivered in pain several times and roared with unclear meaning.

"It hurts! It hurts! I hate it! Eat! Eat you!"

After receiving a disappointing answer, Master no longer hesitated and charged towards the enemy.

Five seconds later, the body of the alienated person was cut into four sections, and the growing head was stomped into pulp.

After looking around, Master took out a syringe from his pocket and sucked a tube of sample from the body of the dead alien.