This punch smashed Sion into the ground, and it also plunged Kilgrove's Noxian soldiers into deathly silence.
The next second, Sion's head burst out of the earth. His eyes were blood-red as he continued roaring wildly, "I will tear you..."
Bang!
Before he could finish shouting, Galio's next heavy punch had already smashed down, forcing his head back into the dirt again.
"If killing you once is not enough, how about a thousand times?"
Galio spoke with great interest. He wanted to see whether Sion could still come back to life if he killed him a thousand times.
So he began trying.
His heavy fists sounded like great drums being beaten as he hammered Sion again and again.
The ground kept shaking. Sion's body was pounded into the earth, sinking deeper and deeper, without the slightest ability to fight back.
Watching this scene, whether it was the hundreds of thousands of soldiers or Regan and Ruank, all of them had fallen into a daze.
That existence being beaten one-sidedly was Sion, the man they worshiped as a great hero.
At this moment, the joy they had felt from Sion's appearance had not lasted long before it was hammered all the way to rock bottom by the white colossus's heavy fists.
Just what kind of monster was this white colossus?
Deep in the eyes of every Noxian soldier, a trace of fear appeared. Each dull, thunderous blow seemed as if it were landing on their own bodies.
Ruank was the first to come back to his senses. Feeling his body trembling slightly and sensing the panic in his heart, he had no time to think further and immediately gave the order. "Send the intelligence to the Immortal Bastion and the others at once. Attack the colossus!"
At the same time, Luke also gave an order.
He raised his weapon high and shouted without hesitation, "Charge!"
In an instant, all the soldiers charged toward Kilgrove at full speed.
At the same time, numerous attacks fell toward Galio. A rain of arrows, cannon shells, and magic filled the sky, concentrating a tremendous amount of firepower.
Facing these attacks, the wings behind Galio suddenly opened and covered the space in front of him like a shield. An extremely dazzling light instantly bloomed, like a golden vortex that absorbed the energy around him and formed a complete barrier.
The falling attacks were all blocked by the barrier, and the magical attacks were directly absorbed by it.
The next second, his wings spread open, and two long-charged gusts of force swept out violently. A massive tornado swiftly swept across the battlefield, blowing countless enemies away.
Looking beneath Galio again, Sion, who had awakened again and again, was taking longer and longer to wake each time.
Even now, he was still unconscious. His sturdy body remained relatively intact under the protection of a red aura released by the furnace in his abdomen.
However, as the red aura continued to be consumed, the violent aura around him also grew weaker and weaker.
At this moment, the powerful combat strength Galio displayed had already caused Noxus's morale to sink endlessly.
Seeing the Demacian army begin its charge, Regan was already scared out of his wits. He flipped onto his horse, his face full of terror. "Retreat! Retreat at full speed! We are no match for them at all. We cannot stop them. No one can stop that kind of monster..."
As a commander, he chose to flee without hesitation at the very first moment.
With him running away, morale completely collapsed. The soldiers who were already frightened also turned around one after another, trying to find ways to escape with their lives.
"Do not lose formation! Maintain ranks! Only by stopping Demacia's attack do we have a chance to survive!"
Ruank shouted loudly to maintain the scattered discipline, while inwardly cursing Regan as an idiot. As one of the leading generals, fleeing before the enemy meant he would not escape death afterward either.
Not to mention, even if they fled now, with morale this low, how could they possibly outrun Demacia in peak condition?
But things had already reached this point, and he knew he could only flee as well.
Right now, there was no way they could hold off Demacia's attack.
He flipped onto his horse and looked back at Sion, who was being held in midair by the neck in Galio's grip. A chill rose in his heart.
This was the first time he had ever seen Sion lose so completely. As much fear as Sion had once brought him, this white colossus was now bringing him several times that fear.
"Run!"
"I do not want to die here!"
"Damn it, someone save me!"
"We cannot escape!"
One panicked voice after another, mixed with the sound of spreading flames of war, entered Sion's ears.
This could not help stirring some blurry fragments of memory in his mind.
He remembered.
He remembered some things about himself.
He had been known as a mighty general, invincible on the battlefield, once leading Noxus's military might to an unprecedented peak.
Until he was sent to attack the Valdis garrison, the area around the Gates of Mourning.
Before the powerful Noxus of that time, a nation actually dared to resist.
It was a nation to the west called Demacia.
Not only did they resist, they even began steadily pushing back Noxus's expansion.
These Demacians forced one Noxian warband after another eastward, driving them behind the walls of Valdis.
Thus, Noxus decided to send Sion. He led the army that had followed him through a hundred undefeated battles and set out with absolute confidence.
After he reached that city, he discovered that the Demacians were already far away at the end of the horizon. They had no intention of besieging Valdis, because they had already driven the Noxians away from the lands around their own territory and were preparing to go home.
This filled Sion with fury. He decided that after a brief reorganization, he would attack directly and make sure to teach these arrogant fools a lesson.
However, Sion, who had won battles his entire life, soon encountered the most difficult battle he had ever faced, and also the final battle of his life.
At first, Demacia's army and his own army were evenly matched. Both sides attacked each other continuously, locked in a stalemate.
But Demacia's endurance was astonishing. In the end, Sion still lost, and he and his trusted followers sank deep into the enemy formation.
At that time, just like now, there were shouts of killing, cries for help, and screams of people fleeing for their lives. The cowards at the Valdis garrison had been terrified by Demacia, losing their will to fight just like now.
The scent of blood and battlefield smoke in his nostrils made Sion feel as if he had returned to that battle.
"General! Please flee!"
His trusted followers stood in front of him, wanting to cover his retreat.
Flee?
Sion froze slightly, then looked at his own hands. A body of flesh and blood. Every sense was incomparably clear.
At this moment, he seemed to be alive, and everything around him felt unbelievably real.
When he raised his head again, he saw Demacian troops constantly surging around him, as well as the Demacian king protected among the soldiers, wearing a crown.
Countless soldiers' bodies lay around them, and blood had soaked the earth.
"General! Please flee!"
His trusted follower shouted anxiously again.
Flee?
Sion instinctively grabbed the battleaxe stuck in the ground. Then he slowly stepped forward, passing one trusted follower after another. "A Noxian man who stands tall does not flee. Even if he dies, he fights until the final moment!"
His trusted followers froze for a moment, then all tightened their grips on their weapons.
"For Noxus! Kill!"
Sion roared, his towering body charging straight toward the Demacian king.
The trusted followers charging beside him fell one after another, but Sion still carved out a bloody path. He was struck by more than ten swords and more than twenty crossbow bolts, but in the end, he finally fought his way to Jarvan I.
That was right. He was a Noxian man who stood tall. Even if he died on the battlefield, he would never retreat.
This was the creed of his life, a standard he would uphold even at the cost of his life.
He was Noxian. He would never disgrace Noxus.
Jarvan I's sword pierced through his heart. He mustered the last of his dying strength. With one hand, he tore the crown from the king's head, and with the other, he seized his throat.
Then the image flashed, and he was stripped away from the memory, as if he had become a spirit, an observer.
Sion finally remembered.
He was dead.
He had fought for Noxus until the final moment and given everything he had.
But why... was he still alive?
Pain.
It hurt so much.
Pain his body had not felt for a long, long time seemed to have accumulated for ages before surging up all at once.
The violent agony made even Sion's soul tremble. He was clearly already dead, so why did it still hurt this much?
"Run!"
"Kill!"
The sounds of fleeing and killing around him became clear once again. Sion used every last bit of strength to open his eyes, and his vision was blood-red.
He saw that he seemed to be held firmly by a statue. The strength in his body was constantly draining away. He saw the Noxian army collapse once more.
And the pursuers were those Demacians.
Flee?
He was not dead.
So he could still fight for Noxus?
Since that was the case, then he would fight one more time!
"For Noxus!"
Sion suddenly erupted with a furious roar. No one knew where his strength came from, but he actually broke free from Galio's hand.
His scarlet eyes stared fixedly at the Demacian army, and a terrifying red aura surged constantly around him.
Galio smashed a fist toward him.
But this time, Sion was not sent flying. He forcefully caught Galio's fist, and a pit even appeared beneath his feet.
Every part of his body was exerting force. Sion clung tightly to Galio's fist, with the posture of someone determined to stop him even if it cost him his life.
However, the next second, Galio's other fist once again hammered Sion away.
Sion landed on the ground and quickly rose, then charged violently over again.
His speed, strength, and resistance to blows kept rising sharply in a short period of time.
Facts proved that he had indeed held Galio back. No matter how painful Galio's heavy punches were, he always stubbornly stood back up.
Luke ordered the troops to pursue the fleeing soldiers, but Sion would block the way with no regard for anything, his entire body burning with surging blood energy, looking extremely terrifying.
He seemed like Noxus's final backbone, never falling.
One man stood before an army of tens of thousands.
Just like back then, when he had fought alone, standing within Demacia's encirclement of tens of thousands.
Luke narrowed his eyes and ordered, "Do not go over there for now."
He could tell that Sion's passive seemed to have triggered. In other words, this was his last gasp.
In this state, Sion would be greatly strengthened, but as long as they ignored him, the state would end on its own.
It was not hard to see that as time passed, the terrifying blood energy around Sion was constantly fading. The red light of the furnace in his abdomen also grew dimmer and dimmer.
In the end, as if it had burned itself out, all the blood energy completely vanished.
The color on Sion's body returned to normal, while his body collapsed weakly forward. With a rumble, his huge body fell to the ground, sending dust spraying everywhere.
The life in his eyes was constantly disappearing, but the pain throughout his body did not lessen. This pain that stabbed straight into his soul was almost unbearable.
Noxus had brought him back to life, so with this life, he had fought for Noxus until the very end once again.
Then it should end here.
Tired.
So tired.
His life's journey should have ended long ago. This time... he truly could no longer protect Noxus.
The last trace of light in Sion's eyes completely vanished.
The body on the ground also became a corpse. Perhaps he had originally been one, only "revived" by forbidden magic and used by certain sinister people.
As a Noxian, across two lives, he had never retreated once.
His backbone was indeed worthy of respect.
But Luke would not abandon the pursuit of a few defeated remnants just because his enemy was worthy of respect.
"Sound the horn! Advance at full speed! Do not let them get away!"
He shouted the order, then looked toward Galio. "Colossus, go cut off their path!"
"Leave it to me!"
Galio laughed heartily, immediately flapping his wings and flying high into the air.
Sion had indeed delayed the army a little, but whether that small amount of time existed or not actually made little difference.
Some of the fleeing troops still escaped.
Because they used their understanding of the terrain to scatter and flee, Luke naturally could not scatter his own forces to pursue them as well.
Doing that might very well allow the enemy to turn around and strike back.
So he chased the group with the largest number of fleeing soldiers. He wiped out several tens of thousands of people and captured one enemy general alive, then had him executed as well.
The battle ended in overwhelming fashion.
As for Sion's corpse, Luke also chose cremation.
This was the reason he had previously burned Kled's corpse. Noxus would not let even some people who were already dead rest, doing everything possible to "revive" them and make them continue fighting for Noxus.
In Demacia's eyes, this was an act that defiled both dignity and soul.
It seemed there was yet another reason to punish Noxus, though the empire already laden with evil consequences probably did not care about one more.
Two days later.
Luke's main army successfully converged with Lev and Tianna's two armies.
With that, the army that had split into three routes was gathered together. What awaited Noxus would be Demacia's all-out assault.
Next, Luke would not give them any chance to breathe.
A few more days passed.
News of Kilgrove's defeat had already reached the Immortal Bastion. This time, Demacia's powerful strength had also been completely revealed before the eyes of the world.
The Immortal Bastion.
"Fleeing before the enemy! That damned idiot! Men! Pass down the order. Have that bastard executed!"
Darkwill furiously shouted the order. The veins on his forehead bulged, and his expression was extremely dark.
Not one of the ministers around him dared to speak.
At this moment, their moods were not calm either. The news that had come from Kilgrove this time had left their hearts panicking like mad.
After venting his fury, Darkwill sat down on the throne, his eyes somewhat grave.
A massive petricite statue.
Demacia had actually deployed something like that.
Even Sion had gone and failed to return?
This was what shocked him the most.
One had to know that he had personally witnessed Sion's strength.
Yet even Sion had been unable to resist the Demacia attacking this time. In the truest sense, the situation had become difficult to handle.
The territory occupied by Demacia was growing larger and larger. If this continued, sooner or later, they would reach the Immortal Bastion.
Could it be that he would become the first ruler in Noxian history to have his nation destroyed?
Darkwill clenched his fists tightly and asked, "Where are the troops transferred from Ionia? Also, does anyone have a plan to deal with Demacia?"
"The troops transferred from Ionia have already returned to the country and are currently on the road to the battlefield at full speed."
A minister stood up and answered the first question.
But for the second question, every minister present remained silent. No one could answer.
A plan?
The current Demacia had completely gone blood-crazy. Where were they supposed to steal a plan from?
A bunch of useless trash!
Seeing this, Darkwill cursed inwardly, then began thinking on his own. After a while, he asked, "Is there still no news from Darius?"
Someone below replied, "No."
"Then the meeting is over!"
Darkwill stood up in anger and ended the meeting.
He quickened his pace toward his bedchamber, his chest constantly rising and falling from rage.
Killing intent surfaced in his eyes.
He had already found the person to inherit the throne, yet he had not expected something like this to happen at such a critical moment.
If he could not handle Demacia now, then everything else would be meaningless.
After returning to his room, only one person came to Darkwill's mind, the Pale Sorceress.
He had to find a way to contact the Pale Sorceress. At this point, only she could think of a solution.
"It seems you are in trouble, Darkwill."
At this moment, an old and calm voice suddenly sounded behind Darkwill.
He turned around and saw a white-haired old man standing there, a faint smile on his face.
Seeing that smile, as if this matter had nothing to do with him, Darkwill felt a burst of anger for no reason. He kept himself calm and said, "At a time like this, you are still in the mood to watch the show? Demacia came prepared this time with superior gunpowder weapons, and they even deployed a petricite statue. Even the Sion you revived has now died at their hands."
Hearing this, the old man smiled. "Someone who was already dead. How can he die again?"
"Enough nonsense!" Darkwill stared at him and asked, "If Demacia keeps attacking like this, it benefits neither you nor me. I need you to give me a solution now."
"If I had that much ability, why would I still be hiding from place to place even now?"
The old man spoke calmly. "If you had not insisted on attacking Ionia and had transferred all your troops back from the start, a force of several hundred thousand should have been enough to stop Demacia's attack. Now, after being defeated one by one, you have instead lost several hundred thousand men."
"That is not what I want to hear!" Darkwill was already on the verge of rage. Through gritted teeth, he said, "If you had not told me the elixir of immortality was there, why would I have insisted on sending troops?"
"Do not rush. Since I have appeared, naturally I will not merely say useless things."
The old man's gaze was gentle. He slowly paced to the window and looked outside. "Demacia's three forces have now merged into one. An army of over a hundred thousand is coming in great momentum. With their firepower, those cities along the border will not be able to hold for long."
"Three merged into one?"
Darkwill was slightly stunned when he heard this.
This was news he did not currently know. He only knew that Demacia's forces had split into three routes.
Now those three routes had actually gathered together.
He increasingly felt that the situation was becoming serious.
When it had only been tens of thousands of troops, they had already been beaten into fleeing in every direction. Now that there were over a hundred thousand, how were they supposed to stop them?
The old man looked at Darkwill and said, "So you should not divide your attention now. You should send all your forces to stop Demacia."
Darkwill lowered his head in thought, then nodded. "I know, but with so many Demacian troops, and that petricite colossus assisting them, how are we supposed to resist?"
Even Sion had failed to stop Demacia. He truly could not think of a way.
"Sion. Since we can create one, we can create thousands upon thousands."
The old man spoke casually. "It only depends on whether you are willing to pay the price. Creating one weapon of war on Sion's level requires the accumulation of thousands of corpses and bones. If one Sion cannot stop Demacia's army, then what about a thousand?"
Darkwill's gaze narrowed slightly when he heard this. "You mean..."
"Mass-producing living weapons. However, this requires using powerful soldiers for experimentation. There will be no small amount of bloodshed." The old man spoke slowly. "The Black Rose happens to excel at this. It depends on whether you are willing to make the trade."
"Whatever you need to do, I will fully cooperate with you."
Darkwill answered without hesitation.
"Good." A slight smile appeared on the old man's face. "The Black Rose already has a batch of living weapons, produced back when Sion was created. You can use them right now. But I must warn you, these living weapons themselves are not exactly obedient. You must control them carefully."
Darkwill glanced at the old man. He had known that the Black Rose was hiding plenty of trump cards in the dark.
He nodded and said, "I understand. Then what about that petricite colossus? How do we deal with it?"
Right now, the most hair-raising thing was still that petricite colossus. According to the intelligence sent back, it was at least thirty meters tall and weighed several hundred tons.
It could punch Sion a hundred meters away. With a monster possessing that kind of combat power, no wonder Demacia's attack had been so easy.
"That colossus is made entirely of petricite, powered by magic, and its immunity to magic has practically reached one hundred percent. Most magic will be ineffective against it. On top of that, petricite itself is extremely hard, which also gives it astonishingly high physical resistance. It weighs three hundred tons and possesses divine strength."
"As for dealing with it... it truly is not easy."
The old man still understood quite a bit about the statue and spoke readily.
After hearing his words, Darkwill's brows furrowed. "Then does that not mean Demacia can keep using that colossus to attack nonstop?"
That kind of colossus was just one step away from having the word invincible written on its face. How the hell were they supposed to deal with it?
"There is no need to worry."
The old man did not panic at all and smiled faintly. "No matter how powerful a creature is, it will still have a weakness. Let alone... a statue that has merely come to life."
He had once sealed away an even more terrifying existence, an almost invincible existence from ancient times, one that had brought disaster to Runeterra.
But even an existence like that had a "weakness," much less a colossus.
"Everything in the world follows certain laws. We live on Runeterra, and in truth, everything plays out according to these laws."
The old man spoke slowly. "Stone itself is dead, but after absorbing magic, it can come to life. Naturally, there is a law within this as well. As long as we find the law that lets it live, we can find the law that makes it die."
He spoke in circles, and Darkwill still frowned. "Are you sure you have confidence?"
The old man did not answer. He merely looked at him with a smile.
Darkwill knew he had said the wrong thing, so he said, "I trust you. When can you find this law? I need it as soon as possible."
Thinking carefully, it seemed that everything the Pale Sorceress had promised had always been fulfilled.
At a time like this, if he did not trust him, who else could he trust?
"Do not rush. You should be glad I have previously come into contact with petricite. Otherwise, this would take an incomparably long time."
The old man said faintly, "You only need to cooperate with what I tell you."
Darkwill nodded. "Notify me whenever you need anything."
"I will."
The old man smiled. As soon as his words fell, his figure suddenly vanished into thin air.
Darkwill's vision blurred for a moment, and the old man was gone. He had seen the Pale Sorceress's methods before, so he was not surprised.
Instead, he slowly sat down on the chair, frowning in thought.
Right now, he could only listen to the Pale Sorceress.
The scene shifted.
In an old mansion.
LeBlanc slowly opened her eyes on a bed. After sitting up, she slowly yawned as if she had just woken up. The light blanket draped over her body slipped down, revealing smooth, jade-like bare skin with not a stitch of clothing.
Footsteps sounded outside.
Then the door was pushed open.
Elise, dressed in black with a seductive figure, walked in carrying lunch.
A set of clothes had already appeared on LeBlanc's flawless body. She was neatly dressed from head to toe, with a mage robe draped behind her.
Seeing her dressed like this, Elise said, "Are you leaving?"
"Yes. I have disturbed you for some time, so it is about time I left." LeBlanc smiled and nodded. "Although I know you will miss me terribly, there is no helping it. People must part eventually."
Elise sneered when she heard this. "I cannot wait for you to leave."
LeBlanc seemed not to hear her. Her gaze fell on the lunch Elise had brought, and she deliberately said in pleasant surprise, "Is this today's lunch? Did you make it yourself? It looks delicious. I will eat before I leave."
She walked over, took the lunch, and placed it on the table, preparing to begin eating.
Elise gave her an annoyed look, but she also let out a breath of relief inwardly. This lazy ghost was finally leaving.
Ever since LeBlanc came here, she had either been sleeping or eating, and Elise had to serve her every day.
It was simply speechless.
"Are you going to deal with Demacia?"
Seeing LeBlanc begin eating, Elise thought for a moment and still asked.
"Mm, more or less." LeBlanc nodded. "If I keep watching, they will end up fighting their way here."
"They do not look that easy to deal with."
Elise said.
These days, she had received no shortage of intelligence. Demacia was like a mad thing, attacking nonstop all the way forward and killing whoever stood in its path.
"There is no helping it."
LeBlanc sighed softly.
Even if they were not easy to deal with, they still had to be dealt with.
Although she had initially planned to sit back and watch the show, if Demacia were truly allowed to keep fighting like this, she would not be able to gain any benefit either.
That prince really was not simple.
He could make the currently powerful Noxus treat him like a mortal threat.
As she ate lunch, the prince's face flashed through LeBlanc's mind, and her exquisite, jade-like face could not help showing a trace of distraction.
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