The Legend of Valoran Heroes of the League of Legends

Chapter 98 Precise Barrage

Amumu's words are like bells ringing in the ears, deafening!

Xia Er never thought that Amumu, whom he disliked all the way, would stand up at this critical moment, stand in front of him, block the fatal missile, and protect himself.

The power of grief and indignation emerged from the still somewhat numb body that had been hit by the impact ball, and this power of grief and indignation surged up Charles' throat, turning into a cry of grief at this moment!
"what!!!"

Charles has never cursed his incompetence like this for a moment, he hates himself for not cultivating harder, hates himself for being weak!

However, Ciel can't just blame himself like this now and do nothing.He will never let Amumu's efforts go to waste, because then, he will be sorry for the opportunity that his partner bought with his life!
Enduring tears, Charles stood up tremblingly, and before he had time to wipe away the tears that fell from the corners of his eyes, he began to mobilize all the remaining power in his body, and gathered it on the explorer's armguard in his left hand!

call out!
A bow of milky white energy that was bigger than Charles's body seemed to respond to Charles's grief and indignation, spreading its wings!

With remorse for myself, with the trust of my partners in myself, with anger!
Ciel screamed, and jumped up vigorously. At the same time, Ciel opened the huge energy bow on his left arm!
The golden energy hidden in Charles' body instantly gathered on the drawn bowstring. The golden energy essence seemed to sense Charles' fluctuating mood, screaming and trembling unceasingly, making a piercing high-pitched sound.

This sound is like thousands of angry birds screaming together!
Draw the bow!

Kisaragi!

"Yeah!!!"

Charles' face was contorted into a ball, his hand was cut due to pulling the bow forcefully, and his fingers were dripping with blood. However, Charles did not loosen the fingers that pulled the bowstring because of these, even his arms were injured. He never trembled at all, he just stared at Xerath who was wrapped in a dark green bandage.

Because, he was waiting, waiting for all the golden energy in his body to condense on the bowstring!

Under Charles' control, the energy in the body was crazily poured into the bowstring, and the white bowstring instantly turned into a shining golden color.

"Precise barrage!"

Charles looked at the target he was aiming at, the target wrapped in green bandages, clenched his teeth tightly, and unwillingly let go of the string-drawing fingers.

The golden energy essence, like a shining crescent moon, was ejected from the bowstring, a gust of wind was rolled up, a piece of yellow sand was brought up, and with the blood from Charles' finger on the bowstring, it flew towards Amumu and Ze Lars scraped past quickly.

At the same time, from the corner of Charles' eye, a tear that reflected the shining golden light quietly slipped down.

The precise barrage like a new moon hit Amumu and Xerath in an instant. However, the energy of Charr's grief and indignation did not stop because of this, and the golden barrage instantly passed through the bandaged Xerath , as if he had never been here before, he slid straight to the imperial mausoleum behind.

The golden barrage is the magical power of space in Charles' body, and this crescent moon is like a sharp blade that can split space, a blade that cuts through everything that stands in front of it!
boom!boom!boom!
Continuous collapse, straight ruins, flying dust.

Charr's blow once again drew a scar on the royal tomb of Shurima.

And this scar, intertwined with the scar that Azir shot through Xerath thousands of years ago, formed a cross by accident.

If the crossed cross and Azir's killing cross on Xerath can overlap, they will completely overlap!
Perhaps, this is God's will in the dark.

After casting the precise barrage, the weak Charles landed gently on the ground, touching one knee.

The huge energy bow in Charles' left hand gradually turned into particles and disappeared, and the bright sapphire light on the explorer's armguard on the back of his hand gradually dimmed.

Charles raised his head and looked at the target he shot just now. His messy blond hair covered his blurred eyes. It was because he was afraid of seeing something he didn't want to see.

However, he had to look again, because he had to confirm something.

The yellow sand on the ground and the gust of wind brought by the precise barrage separated a clear path. On this path, there were scattered things that Charles needed to confirm, and at the same time, there were things he didn't want to see.

Xerath, who had just been resurrected not long ago, had the gravel wrapped around his body smashed to pieces by Charr's powerful blow, and the blue arcane energy in his body had also turned a little gray at this time.

It seems that the trick I came up with - the precision barrage is indeed very powerful, but this is not something that Charles wants to confirm.

Charles' blurred eyes continued to search, and when he saw a broken green bandage, his pupils shrank suddenly, and then, more rags were seen into his eyes, and Charles' pupils began to Shaking constantly.

The broken bandages all over the floor are the last thing Ciel wants to see, because this is equivalent to saying that Amumu has been... already broken to pieces.

"Amumu..."

Charles looked at the rags all over the floor, his legs went limp, and he knelt down on the ground, groaning in despair.

Tears kept flowing from Charles' eyes, and fell on the back of his hand propped on the ground. The tears accumulated more and more, and finally, they slipped from the back of his hand, dripped into the yellow sand, and turned into a pool of black tear stains.

Charles cried heart-piercingly, just like when Amumu was crying, as if he was paying homage to Amumu in this special way.

However, the one who cried was after all Shire, not Amumu.

Even if Ciel went blind from crying, Amumu would not come back if he scattered all over the place.

There will never be such a person who will keep nagging in my ear all the time.

There will never be such a person who will cry like a fountain all the time.

There will no longer be a weak body that will stand in front of Charles and block the enemy's fatal blow for him.

Some things, perhaps only after they are lost, will they know how to cherish them.

Like this time.

Sometimes, maybe it is only after losing that you will learn to grow.

The same is true at this time.

Ciel, who was crying like a child, finally realized, cherished, and grown up.

Just as Shire tasted the taste of growing up, a long and thin bandage seemed to float onto Shire's arm with the gentle wind.

"Ok?"

The slight force exerted by the bandage made Charles think it was his own illusion.

However, when he saw the faint blue light on the bandage, Charles' heart skipped a beat.

"A... Amumu?" Charles carefully held the bandage in his palm and called out in a low voice.

At this moment, Charles' attention was all on his ears, he didn't let go of even the sound of the wind around him, the sound of rolling sand grains, and even his own heartbeat.

But these were not the voices he wanted to hear.

For a long time, Charles didn't hear the voice he wanted to hear.

Just when Shire was about to despair again, a tiny voice, softer than the sound of wind and sand grains, entered Shire's ears.

Hearing this voice, Ciel held his breath.

This voice, like a ray of spring breeze, caressed Charles' wounded heart.

This sound is like a little bit of starlight twinkling in the dark night.

This voice is like a little spark of hope.

This voice is...

"Xia...er..."

　Forgive me for this chapter today, after all, there are still some things to do.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)