Chapter 162
Its lower half alone is now twice as tall as the walls of Noxus's Immortal Bastion.
Their enormous size instilled despair in everyone.
Even the usually composed Lissandra couldn't help but frown upon sensing such a massive body—the war millions of years ago... she, Avarosa, Serylda had never managed to force Volibear into this form...
She had never seen Volibear like this before...
They had no idea it possessed this ability...
In other words... all her plans were based solely on Volibear in her normal state...
But once it "evolves," she is somewhat helpless...
"Perhaps we should avoid confrontation for now..." Chen Ce temporarily regained control of his body from Rhaast and chose to run away amidst the latter's endless insults.
Lissandra, Ashe, and Sejuani also agreed that they couldn't confront Volibear head-on in his current state—at least not here, in front of the camp.
"Collapse, retreat, sell, and run..." Chen Ce, who harbored the greatest hatred for Volibear, immediately ran in the opposite direction of the camp, and Volibear, who had lost his mind, indeed chased after him.
But he seems to be a little outpaced by Volibear.
The opponent's size is just too huge... one step from him is equivalent to hundreds or even thousands of steps from the opponent.
With nowhere left to retreat, he decided to turn around, launch a counterattack, and then continue running.
"Pass it on, Rhaast!" Chen Ce handed control of the body back to Rhaast.
"Cowardly mortals!!" Rhaast cursed on the spot.
But just as he was preparing to confront Volibear, something unexpected happened—
Suddenly, a figure, also nearly four meters tall, with horns on its head, appeared.
There was also a huge, dark red greatsword.
As well as...
A furious and exhilarating roar:
"The World Ender has arrived! The true god-slayer has arrived!"
Clang!
After a crisp clang of a sword, the colossal creature, as large as a mountain, let out a painful roar— Volibear's thick ankle had been severed.
Rhaast stood frozen in place for a moment.
Until he touched his bare back.
He finally realized something...
"Aatrox..."
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Volibear unleashed its strongest attack— Stormbringer.
Nourished by lightning, its already enormous body became even more terrifying, with crackling arcs of electricity constantly flowing across its body, and even its eyes bursting with dazzling lightning.
Its fur stood on end, and lightning raged through its flesh. Its scars glowed. Thunder poured from its mouth, as if it were about to explode at any moment.
It let out terrifying roars and became less and less like a bear—flesh and blood seemed to begin to dissipate: muscles, fur, and tendons began to separate, held together only by endless lightning.
In this state, it is almost a challenge to the entire natural world—the kind of growth that defies the laws of nature is like a provocation to the material realm—even the spirits and monsters in the Spirit Realm have never been so distorted.
In a physical sense, Volibear, who is "standing tall and upright," seems to be invincible.
Until that dark red greatsword appeared.
Aatrox severed Volibear's thick ankle with a single sword strike— the Darkin Blade wasn't even as long as the diameter of Volibear's ankle, but the terrifying sword energy severed all the flesh and blood along with the veins.
The massive, mountain-like structure crashed to the ground, causing a tremor comparable to an unprecedented earthquake—the snow and rubble it stirred up buried nearly half of the Freljord Alliance camp.
Even an avalanche doesn't have this kind of terrifying destructive power.
At this moment, both humans and bear-men stopped—the battle between mortals had become meaningless.
If one side's leader wins, their so-called "army" is nothing more than a swarm of ants that can be easily wiped out.
Not to mention...
It now appears to be a three-way battle.
"The time has come! The moment of revenge has arrived!"
High in the sky, a terrifying figure spread his wings—he looked like both a demon and a fallen angel, his enormous, hole-ridden wings almost blotting out the sun.
His shadow was cast on the ground, appearing to be as large as a moat.
"The World Ender has arrived--!"
The terrifying figure moved slightly.
Then it suddenly disappeared from the spot.
When everyone saw him again, he was already in front of Chen Ce —along with that incomparably sharp dark red greatsword.
Puff--!
In an instant, Chen Ce's body was pierced by the Darkin Blade.
"This is just a paltry interest..." Aatrox's voice was hoarse yet calm, filled with a resentment almost as intense as the hatred he felt when he was deceived by the Aspect of Twilight and imprisoned in the sword.
"Just watch closely..."
Call--!
A gust of wind whistled past, Aatrox vanished once more.
He did not directly kill Chen Ce.
Chen Ce, already severely exhausted and now pierced through the body, was almost collapsing to the ground. He was only able to maintain his balance by supporting himself with the Darkin Scythe.
He quickly logged off and made Rhaast fully online.
"So you want me to suffer the pain, huh...!" Rhaast cursed angrily, "You cunning, damned mortal...!"
"Then I wanted you to use blood magic to heal your injuries—as everyone knows, your blood magic is top-notch, unmatched in the entire Ascended group, and many times stronger than someone like Aatrox," Chen Ce explained patiently.
"That makes sense..." Rhaast scoffed dismissively, but his tone betrayed a deep sense of pride.
Clearly, this utter nonsense applies to all arrogant "Ascended"—and to Rhaast in particular.
Chen Ce has already mastered the art of controlling darkness.
"Why did he run away after stabbing me?" Rhaast put down his scythe, sat down on the ground, and devoted himself to using blood magic to heal "himself".
"Aatrox is usually very vengeful... After what you did to him, shouldn't he want to kill you a thousand times over?"
"You're right, but theoretically, Aatrox should hate you more," Chen Ce laughed. "It's you who's been nagging him all along."
"I was just stating the facts; I didn't mean to disgust him."
"State the facts, which refers to launching a 24/7 high-intensity campaign of praising and condemning while ignoring the facts."
"That's because you don't understand." Rhaast still didn't think he had exaggerated anything before.
Chen Ce didn't mind, and quietly steered the conversation back on track. "Aatrox probably wants to torture us... or perhaps he's having some reservations..."
"Hesitation?" Rhaast didn't quite understand.
"He has to make sure he has a 100% chance of taking us down after taking out Volibear —otherwise he's finished."
"He's really afraid of your previous threats? That's ridiculously stupid!"
"He has to think about it carefully..." Chen Ce chuckled, "After all, carving those words on his sword is a million times more painful than killing him."
"So what if he just wants to be the Aspect of Twilight's dog? It's ridiculous to care about something like that." Rhaast remained disdainful.
However... not every Ascended is as flexible and adaptable as him.
Aatrox is the quintessential example of someone who can't bend his knees—you can tell from his resolute refusal to find a host. Engraving that kind of thing on his sword would be less useful than sealing him away for another 114,514 years.
"Anyway, let's observe for now... Try to recover from our injuries and conserve our strength, then we'll take it one step at a time." Chen Ce instructed as he turned his neck toward Aatrox.
The two monstrous beings were locked in a fierce battle.
Aatrox did want to kill him and Rhaast, but he was equally intent on killing Volibear, who was a demigod—as he himself said, he was a World Ender.
To destroy the world, the top priority would be a powerful figure like Volibear.
First, kill all the gods and demigods, then destroy this fragile world.
On the other hand... he did indeed yearn to fight against the strong.
Because it would give him a feeling of being "reborn".
He could experience the feeling of fighting on the front lines in real combat... that feeling of life and death hanging by a thread... that thrill, that tension...
That feeling of returning to the era of the Ascended.
He couldn't stop.
"Come—! Fight me!!"
Aatrox charged toward Volibear, wielding the Darkin Blade. Volibear's massive body seemed to become a disadvantage in this life-or-death struggle—it could no longer hold onto Aatrox.
Aatrox is too fast...
It's several times faster than Rhaast.
Sword after sword, the bloodthirsty hunter left countless gruesome wounds on the massive bear.
Finally, Volibear, the "Creator God of Freljord," could no longer hold back.
It stretched one hand towards the sky.
Unaware of the danger, Aatrox continued to slash wildly, while Chen Ce and Rhaast, having already learned their lesson, quickly moved away.
A moment later, a bolt of lightning struck from the dense dark clouds.
A thunderous, divine punishment.
Boom--!!
No matter how fast Aatrox is, he can never outrun lightning.
In an instant, his already jet-black body was electrocuted by the violent energy into a deep, charred black. The seemingly indestructible Darkin carapace began to peel away, revealing the cooked muscles and the blood that had evaporated into gaseous form.
Aatrox was strong, but he couldn't ignore such a fierce attack.
If it were him in his prime, he might have been able to escape unscathed, but now... the flesh and blood of the bear-man are utterly insignificant in front of Volibear.
Even if his energy amplified that lump of rotten flesh countless times, it would still be difficult to withstand an attack of this magnitude.
After the blinding flash of lightning, his condition was almost identical to that of Rhaast before him—completely exhausted, he fell from Volibear's massive body.
After a near-free fall, he landed on the ground like a corpse.
Volibear, panting heavily, stood up again, ready to blast that hateful little bug to ashes with lightning once more.
But just as it raised its hand to summon lightning, Aatrox...
He stood up, trembling.
His flesh began to peel away, revealing the stark white bones beneath.
But he stood ramrod straight, like an immortal skeleton warrior.
He casually grabbed another bear-man corpse from the side.
The blood magic activated, and the latter's flesh and blood instantly transformed into his.
In this battlefield filled with mortals and corpses, he essentially possessed an endless supply of "health packs."
Volibear's all-out attack couldn't instantly kill him...
This means he can fight to the ends of the earth.
Until Volibear's mountain-sized body was completely chopped into a pile of minced meat.
"I am Aatrox... I am... the Godslayer...!!"
With an angry roar, Aatrox charged at the giant bear once more.
Like a berserker who only knows how to fight.