Chapter 242

On the other side of Demacia, north of Fossbarrow, lies the border defense line.

A Demacia soldier on patrol suddenly stopped.

Then he drew his bow and arrow.

"You two over there! Stop!"

He stood atop the mountains where Demacia and Freljord met, watching warily the two outsiders below who appeared to be preparing to cross the mountains.

The distance was a bit far, and he couldn't even tell the other person's gender... He only knew that there were two people, both wearing thick fur coats.

A very standard Freljord outfit.

Those barbarians from the north...

"You are trespassing on Demacia territory! If you do not stop, we will attack you!"

The loud shouts echoed through the valley, quickly attracting more border guards.

Two teams, totaling more than eighty people, quickly blocked the road leading up the mountain.

But the two "barbarians" hadn't stopped.

As they drew closer, they could see clearly... it was two women.

One held a blue longbow, and the other held a silver spear.

"Final warning!" the guard shouted.

The other party still didn't stop.

So he fired the first arrow.

Like a signal to start a war, more than eighty border guards fired their arrows.

While this number is far from being a "rain of arrows," it is still a very dense long-range attack for the two intruders.

However...

The two people didn't dodge or evade at all.

The woman holding the spear casually waved her weapon a few times, deflecting all the arrows that were meant to hit her.

Seeing this, the captain of the guard knew they had encountered a tough opponent.

But he remained completely calm.

"Enemy invasion! Assemble!!"

At a loud shout, all the border guards remaining at the camp sprang into action—this time, there were far more than just a few dozen of them.

More than 500 fully armed soldiers!

The captain of the guard stood confidently, ready to wait until the two intruders got closer before giving the order to attack.

But the two of them suddenly stopped walking.

"Sisters, it seems like they're trying to scare us with their numbers?"

Sejuani smiled.

Ashe, who was standing next to her, smiled as well.

"But they don't seem to have many people."

"Indeed...maybe they think a few hundred people is a lot." Sejuani glanced back.

"Then we'd better show them what 'many people' really means." Ashe raised her longbow above her head. "Let them know what size is required to be called an army."

"That's great, come on."

"Right now?"

"Let's do it now."

"Okay..." Ashe narrowed her beautiful eyes, a wisp of magic swirling around her fingertips.

Then it transformed into an ice crystal arrow nocked on a bow.

Whoosh... Bang!

The ice crystal arrows shot into the sky and exploded high in the air.

Countless ice crystals fell, like a signal.

Immediately afterwards...

"What is that thing..." The garrison commander on the mountaintop tried his best to look into the distance, but he still couldn't see it clearly - at this distance, he could only see a small black dot.

It still looks like a small, moving black dot... standing out conspicuously on the ice field beyond the mountains...

Wow... it really does seem to move...

That is...

Yes...

The garrison commander suddenly widened his eyes.

He wanted to warn his subordinates immediately, but he was already speechless—an overwhelming sense of shock and fear crept up his spine, making him feel as if he were being chilled by the cold winds of Freljord...

His lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word.

But it doesn't matter anyway.

Because an "earthquake" has already begun.

Those are countless...

Countless...

Barbarian army...!

Thousands upon thousands of barbarians are charging towards this place at full speed!

Many of them rode those terrifying beasts... and each of them carried a weapon...!

"The barbarians of Freljord are attacking...!!" the defending commander finally shouted.

Then, as if all the strength had been drained from my body, I collapsed to the ground.

The entire mountain range trembled... the sound of an army charging... those terrifying ice beasts were charging...

A massive army is pressing in...

"Sisters! Let's show the Southerners our power!"

Meanwhile, in the Demacia.

The Gate of Mourning.

General Darius, wielding a giant axe, has single-handedly carved through the entire battle line.

Those weak and laughable Demacia soldiers were no match for the elite of the Trifarix Legion, and were routed in just two hours.

Gazing at the city gate shattered by the battering ram, Darius couldn't help but sigh once more— Swain's mind was indeed a treasure of the entire empire.

His plan was incredibly complex, but its execution was remarkably simple... He reduced the casualties of the Trifarix Legion to a terrifying level, and the Demacia defenders were completely routed in the shortest possible time.

More than half of the Demacia soldiers even surrendered under Swain's tactic—making this war a great victory.

A perfect plan, a perfect strategy, a perfect arrangement... Swain's military talent was truly extraordinary.

"No wonder Chen Ce kept him imprisoned..." Darius muttered to himself. "He's neither killed, nor allowed to advise the empire, nor given any power or freedom... If given even the slightest chance, he might actually turn the tables..."

At the Gate of Mourning, on the steep slope, the Empire's soldiers filed in.

The elite troops of the Trifarix Legion led the way, and after two hours of fighting, no one could stop them.

Chen Ce had instructed them to try not to kill too many people and to get them to surrender as much as possible. As a result, the number of prisoners of war under the command of the Trifarix Legion was almost greater than the number of people in the Trifarix Legion.

Although Darius didn't quite understand what Chen Ce meant by "those Demacia soldiers who surrendered will become your comrades in the future," he still did as he was told—he trusted the young man who had repeatedly created miracles.

Chen Ce also said, "Don't underestimate these Demacia soldiers. They will be a very important fighting force in the future. When that time comes, every soldier will be extremely valuable and must not be wasted."

"Because the enemy is too powerful..." or something like that.

Darius didn't quite understand.

Demacia is gone, the north has been pacified, and Shurima in the south is no threat... Is there any nation or power in this world that can withstand the Trifarix Legion?

Could it be that ridiculous Twin Cities? Their population isn't even as large as a single province of the empire.

Darius simply couldn't understand why Chen Ce was so keen on expanding the army—even accepting these useless Demacia soldiers without hesitation.

The empire is already so powerful... I don't understand, I really don't understand.

Darius shook his head and strode into the last military camp on the border of the Gate of Mourning.

Inside, the local supreme commander was huddled in a corner, trembling with fear.

His soldiers had all been eliminated, and now he only had a useless maid by his side... who was only about ten years old.

"Go... go stop them...!" The commander, almost driven mad by fear, threw his sword to the maid, hoping she could use her delicate body to wipe out the Noxus super army.

The maid was equally terrified... She was only a teenager, not even an adult yet... She struggled to even pick up the sword.

Her hands and legs trembled as she tried to rush toward her enemy, but she collapsed to the ground before she could take two steps.

"You useless piece of trash...! Go and kill them...!" the Demacia commander screamed hysterically.

Darius pushed aside his laughing subordinate and walked toward the poor maid.

He glanced at the commander huddled in the corner, trembling, and having the maid shield him from the knife, then looked at the girl in front of him.

Although she lay on the ground in terror, her hands still gripped the sword tightly... She seemed prepared to die.

Darius narrowed his eyes.

Then he slammed the giant axe in his hand heavily into the ground.

"The king forces you to kneel with his hereditary power, but Noxus demands you stand..."

Great City is in complete chaos.

Chen Ce abandoned Jarvan IV in a place where the mages couldn't find him, and then blended into the crowd.

Grand Marshal Tianna and her garrison have arrived at the palace and are engaged in fierce combat with the mages.

As for the situation... since a large portion of the garrison in Great City has not yet arrived, the current situation is roughly evenly matched between the two sides.

Chen Ce didn't take sides, just strolled leisurely through the chaotic crowd like an outsider.

Until he suddenly spotted a familiar figure.

A woman... wearing a veil.

The sound of chains rang out, and something seemed to be extending from the woman's back... a pair of bound wings.

"Stop! People of Demacia!"

The woman's voice wasn't particularly loud, but with the help of magic, it reached everyone's ears precisely.

Chen Ce naturally recognized her as the Fallen Angel Morgana.

Before he could even step forward to greet them, another powerful magical aura suddenly approached—from the sky.

Chen Ce looked up.

Then I caught a glimpse of a woman's figure.

She also has a pair of large wings—she is hovering high in the sky.

Golden armor symbolizing absolute power, white wings symbolizing absolute justice...

"Oh... this is getting more and more chaotic."

Chen Ce smiled, one hand already resting on the hilt of his sword.

"Judgment Angel, Kayle..."

Chapter Ninety-Seven: Angels, come to Demacia, you're guaranteed to get a nasty surprise!