Chapter 100
Against Zed's shadow shuriken, Doran's Spear and Black Stone Rune Greatsword might suffer some damage, but Muramana will never—
Clang--!
Another crisp sound.
The dart, materialized from the shadow, shattered instantly and fell to the ground like a puddle of mud, merging into the shadow.
In contrast, the Muramana remains as sharp as ever.
Both being weapons imbued with magical energy, Muramana is clearly many times more powerful than Zed's Shadow Shuriken.
Both in terms of hardness and sharpness.
"How's my new weapon?" Chen Ce smiled and swung his arm, the indestructible longsword gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
Jie raised an eyebrow, realizing something as well—as perceptive as he was, he could naturally sense the magical energy carried by that weapon.
Almost endless.
Remembering the strange energy that the other party had almost used on him before, he dared not have the slightest thought of probing.
They either run away or go all out.
Hesitant and tentative approaches will only lead to defeat.
The decision to be made now is...
Jie watched Chen Ce, then glanced at the heavily injured Samira.
It would be such a waste to run away now...
Noxus must die...
"The Ionia who died for the Noxus were the most foolish fools in the world..."
Jie uttered a cold, sarcastic remark, and then the shadow beneath him began to spread once more.
But this time, he doesn't just want to create a shadow clone.
His main body suddenly charged towards the enemy from the front.
Chen Ce was puzzled for a moment, but he quickly understood everything from a certain magical mark on his body—a magical mark that resembled two hidden blades crossed together.
This is...
Zed—or rather, the supreme art of shadow magic...
[Forbidden Ultimate Technique: Death Mark]
A terrifying spell that sounds cheesy but whose actual effects should not be underestimated.
Since Zed mastered the forbidden secrets of shadow magic, no one has ever escaped unscathed after having this magical mark appear on their body.
Even Chen Ce, who had obtained the Muramana, dared not be careless in the slightest.
But... not daring to be careless doesn't mean being afraid, much less that we're helpless.
The new equipment has already undergone one round of testing; now it's time to test the new skills...
"Leave no survivors..."
The forbidden technique of the calamity had been successfully marked, and another shadow clone had appeared around it at some unknown time, each of which was holding a terrifying shadow dart.
In an instant, his main body, along with all his shadow clones, threw darts at Chen Ce, who had been marked.
Chen Ce, however, just stood there blankly.
It was as if they were completely dizzy from the dazzling array of darts and clones.
But just before the blood splattered, Jie saw it...
A strange cloud of smoke.
It wasn't dense, nor did it particularly obstruct the view, just like the firecrackers that children casually toss aside during the Spirit Blossom Festival.
But it was precisely this almost inconspicuous plume of smoke...
Chen Ce disappeared from the spot.
Yes, it just vanished without a trace—Jie was certain he hadn't blinked, and there was no way he could have misjudged it.
Chen Ce simply vanished into thin air, without any warning!
Such a bizarre situation caused even the battle-hardened Jie to feel somewhat flustered. He looked around warily and ordered all his shadow clones to throw darts into the open space around them, trying to find the man who had suddenly disappeared.
But he was destined never to find it.
But the other person will take the initiative to contact him.
Snap... With a slight, unusual sound, the Judgment fell. Jie knew that not only had his forbidden technique failed, but the enemy had also circled around to his back.
Since he failed to inflict any damage during the duration of the magic mark, his forbidden technique also wouldn't deal much damage to the target.
For someone whose strength is in no way inferior to his, that little bit of damage was nothing more than a tickle...
A sharp silver longsword had been pressed against his neck without him even realizing it.
"Don't try to slip into the shadows. I can move my wrist much faster than you can slip into the shadows..." A terrifying whisper rang in his ears. For the first time, Zed, the shadow assassin, was defeated in this way.
"Now, tell me what you discussed in your previous meeting with Glick —I suppose you condescended to assassinate a 'small fry' like Samira because she discovered something?"
"..." Jie was still thinking about how to escape, but the long sword at his neck had already slightly cut his equally fragile flesh and blood.
This time, he lost.
On the front lines, the absence of the Second Legion forced the Resistance Army to retreat, and the Noxus army surged in the same direction like a tidal wave.
But... they weren't going to press their advantage.
On the contrary, they were also running away.
Yes, the Ionia Resistance Army are fleeing, and the Noxus invaders are fleeing as well.
And all of this is because of one person.
A woman who not only once plunged all of Ionia into panic, but now also makes the Noxus army scream and flee in all directions.
Syndra.
A symbol of hatred, anger, and power.
Her slender figure hovered high above the clouds, her long silver hair, more dazzling than the clouds themselves, and her power, comparable to that of a god, instilled fear in all mortals, and the entire earth trembled at her command.
She was once suppressed by the Spirit of Ionia due to the treachery and betrayal of mortals, but now nothing can limit her power.
She was destroying the Noxus invaders' army on someone's orders, and also venting her hatred for this land.
She held nothing back; each Dark Sphere that fell sent countless boulders and blood and flesh flying high into the air.
The Spirit of Ionia could no longer suppress her, and this land known as the "First Lands" was crumbling.
Every wave of her hand, every movement of hers, would destroy acres of land and kill hundreds or thousands of invaders.
Whether friend or foe, everyone feared her, and everyone tried to escape from her as much as possible.
Her dream, which had kept her trapped in the Dreaming Pool for over thirty years, had come true—she had carried out the most exhilarating revenge against this land and its people.
But... she didn't seem to feel much joy or comfort.
In just one hour, she had turned this plain, which was as large as four or five Fae'lor Island, into ruins, but the joy of revenge that she had imagined did not enter her heart.
She felt only a sense of emptiness.
And... boring.
That's so boring.
Is this so-called revenge, which can end everything with a wave of the hand, really what she wants?
She felt completely out of place in this land; the revered Spirit of Ionia was nothing more than a fragile stone, a withered leaf, to her, utterly meaningless.
She floated slowly high in the sky, the released energy temporarily contained, and rational, albeit uninteresting, thoughts returned to her mind.
She retrieved all the Dark Sphere back to her side, her beautiful purple eyes piercing through the clouds and birds as she gazed upon the devastated land.
She saw countless insignificant mortals, but none of them were the one she was looking for.
What she's looking for is someone who can stir even the slightest emotion in her.
Hmm... just a trace... really only a trace...
It was sometimes dissatisfaction, sometimes anger, but more often a fleeting hint of joy...
Finally, after what felt like a long time, but in reality only a few minutes, she saw that familiar figure.
In an instant, the terrifying energy of hatred emanating from her vanished, and the Dark Sphere disappeared into the breeze.
She began to descend, and her terrifying aura began to fade, gradually transforming her into a harmless and beautiful young girl.
Once she had floated completely in front of that person, even the "energy crown" on her head disappeared, replaced by a head of smooth, long silver hair.
She tilted her head slightly toward the man who could "elicit a slight emotional response from her"—she liked the way he expressed kindness and enjoyed the process of it.
And the latter— Chen Ce —did not disappoint her.
After the familiar pat on the head, came the familiar voice. "Thanks for your hard work, Syndra. Leave the rest to me—otherwise, if you keep chasing them, you'll end up on the Resistance Army side and accidentally hurt our own troops."
"I'm leaving everything to you?" Syndra, having been patted on the head, straightened her back again, becoming even half a head taller than her opponent due to her floating form. "Are you sure you can handle it?"
"Hmm... okay, maybe I'll need your help—just a little bit."
"You really can't live without me. Tell me, how do you want me to help you?"
"Well..." Chen Ce looked at the Noxus army scattering and fleeing, and explained with a smile, "I'll call out that metal brute from before, so don't hit him yet."
"Is that all?" Syndra crossed her arms, her graceful figure further highlighting her perfect mature and sophisticated aura—even though her mental age might not be as old as Irelia's.
"No, no, no... there's still a little bit."
"Explain."
"If that tin can't listen to me, please give him another beating."
"Obviously, this is simpler than me expressing goodwill towards you."
"That still seems quite difficult," Chen Ce joked.
"..." Syndra was speechless for a moment, then hesitated before reaching out her small hand and gently rubbing the other's cheek with the back of her hand. "It's not difficult... like this... it's just that I don't want to... why should I express kindness to you for no reason..."
"Because we're best friends."
"Who...who's your best friend..." Syndra simply turned her head to the side.
Chen Ce stopped teasing her and turned to walk in the direction the Noxus army was fleeing—now, he was going to release the Noxus ' "ancestor".
The Immortal Bastion, the heart of the Noxian Empire, was built by Mordekaiser.
Letting our ancestors come out and properly pamper these younger generations is practically an act of kindness...
Do one good deed every day, and you will accumulate one virtue.
Of course, accumulating good deeds also brings benefits.
And this benefit depends on how much the Noxus ancestors "favored" the Noxus...
Everyone who dies from [Realm of Death] will have a very small portion of their energy permanently absorbed by themselves. And those who use [Realm of Death] in reverse to bring Mordekaiser out and then kill him will most likely also follow this rule...
This is practically a high-end version of "Siphoning Strike"...
"I'll have to trouble you later, Syndra." Chen Ce rushed forward, mobilizing his Death Realm energy.
Syndra remained in the same spot.
"Who's your best friend...?"
"I... I just..."
"It's just you..."
Chapter 107 I, Irelia, have fought my whole life, can't I enjoy myself a little?!
Under Syndra's unrestrained rage, the entire battlefield was reduced to ruins. The once beautiful plains looked as if they had suffered some terrible natural disaster, with the air thick with the smells of blood, gunpowder, and charcoal.
The Noxus army retreated across the board, but Syndra had attacked from the rear, forcing them to flee towards the Resistance Army. Their already disorganized formation and incessant screams sealed the fate of the battle.