Chapter 243

The appearance of the two angels instantly silenced the chaotic crowd.

At first, people weren't sure if the veiled woman was the legendary "The Veiled Lady," but when they saw another one in the sky...

A suit of pure gold armor and a pair of pristine white wings.

Even though it was the first time anyone had seen her, the legend of the angel was as well-known in the hearts of Demacia as a bedtime story. They didn't need to know the angel personally; one glance was enough to recognize her.

Kayle, the legendary guardian of Demacia.

Her magnificent statues can be seen everywhere in Demacia.

Even the emblem of the Dauntless Vanguard features her wings.

"Angel..."

An old woman knelt down, her shock and joy overflowing – seeing an angel was her honor. It symbolized good fortune.

It also symbolizes that Demacia will overcome this disaster and usher in a brighter and more beautiful future.

Immediately afterwards, more and more people followed suit, kneeling and bowing, their prayers echoing through the chaotic streets and filling everyone's ears.

Even the soldiers who came to suppress the rebellious mages laid down their weapons and worshipped the angels in the dome with the utmost devotion.

And then there are the "Black Mage"... Most of them have experienced the injustices of this country, but before they went to prison, they were just ordinary people—they had also heard of the legends of "guardian angels" and naturally held them in high esteem.

Everyone was praying.

The rebellion seemed to end in an instant.

But... this is only the surface.

Not everyone knelt down—for example, Sylas, who never believed in any gods, and Tianna filled with unease.

One side represented freedom, the other represented authority... each harbored their own ulterior motives.

The magicians would not give up their hard-won freedom, and the Grand Marshal would never allow a "traitor" to ruin her country and career.

Beneath the peaceful facade of the crowd, undercurrents were stirring.

The "The Veiled Lady," who had never been worshipped, looked at the angel flying in the sky with hatred—whose aloof and indifferent attitude she found laughable.

"Did you come to see me, Kayle?" Morgana asked bluntly.

"Yes, Morgana." Kayle flapped her wings, looking down at her younger sister. "After all these years, I think you should have come to your senses by now."

"Yes, I have come to my senses... I repent for the mistakes I have made every day."

"Is that so? Then you should accept your punishment. Now, come with me."

"No, Kayle... you've misunderstood me."

"Um?"

"I mean..." Morgana slowly removed the veil from her face, and the black wings behind her gradually broke free from the chains binding her.

"My realization is that I didn't break your damned wings back then."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kayle's face darkened beneath his armor.

The kneeling mortals stared in horror—how dare this the Veiled Lady insult the guardian god of Demacia?

Could it really be as the legends say... that this "fallen angel" is utterly evil?

The crowd began to stir.

Kayle maintained his haughty, suspended posture. "You're terribly wrong, Morgana. You haven't repented all these years. You deserve to be brought to justice."

"Justice... please stop spouting those nauseating platitudes." Morgana sneered disdainfully. "What has your so-called justice brought to this country? Death? Anger? Hypocrisy? Or the unbridled power of the nobles to exploit others?"

As she spoke, Morgana spread her arms and looked around—the sight of the tragically dead and the ordinary people suffering from the disaster filled her with immense sorrow.

"Open your eyes and Kayle... They believe in your so-called justice, and the nobles, relying on the 'power' you've given them, are hypocritical and despicable. Look... what has this country become?"

"Without law and justice, the world will only get worse," Kayle retorted coldly.

"Law and justice are necessary, but why should your laws and justice be the most correct standards? Times have changed, Kayle... This country needs new laws and justice, and people need to keep up with the times."

"Mortals are greedy and selfish; allowing them to make their own laws will only lead to destruction."

"You're still so arrogant... You're too conceited."

"Further words are useless, Morgana." Kayle extended her right hand to the side, and a golden longsword burning with holy fire appeared out of thin air.

"Then come on, Kayle ..." Morgana sighed softly, tears of blood streaming down her face. "I have only one request—don't do it here—I don't want to repeat the same mistake."

This statement naturally alludes to the battle hundreds of years ago... Kayle understood.

This infuriated her.

"You're just clinging to things from hundreds of years ago. It's time for you to move up with the times, Morgana!"

Kayle swooped down, her speed so great that to outsiders she appeared as a golden shooting star.

Morgana was not to be outdone, and her hands immediately shimmered with dark magical energy.

The next moment, the two collided head-on.

The terrifying shockwave overturned everything around it, and all mortals trembled in the face of this mysterious miracle.

In a direct confrontation, Morgana, who hadn't trained much in hundreds of years, was slightly inferior, and was pushed back over a hundred meters by Kayle's powerful strength.

Fortunately, despite her anger and embarrassment, Kayle silently agreed to Morgana's "condition"—not to fight here.

The two angels fought and retreated, quickly moving away from the center of the crowd in Great City.

The crowd remained prostrate on the ground in a kneeling posture.

After a long while, when the commotion had completely subsided, they gradually raised their heads.

Then, the garrison of Great City met the magicians' gaze once again.

The flames of hatred were reignited, and the battle resumed.

"Take them down!" Grand Marshal Tianna shouted, brandishing her sword. "Do not disappoint the great angel! We are the people of Demacia!"

"Aren't we?" Sylas shouted with a sneer, "Kill these lackeys of the king! Demacia belongs to everyone! Freedom belongs to everyone!"

The two sides clashed again, and the scene was extremely fierce.

The situation still feels roughly evenly matched.

But Sylas had already quietly slipped out of the crowd—he was preparing to escape.

All the magicians in Great City are here, and more than half of the garrison is on its way... Although it seems like a 50/50 situation now, once the remaining garrison arrives, the scales of victory will tip in one direction instantly.

If we don't leave now, we won't be able to leave...

"Demacia... I will return someday!"

Sylas glared fiercely at Tianna and Garen, then quietly slipped away to the other side.

He was never the kind of reckless man who would start a rebellion on a whim.

He had already prepared to escape before breaking out of the cage.

He had the route and timing all planned out—his original intention was to escape immediately after killing the king's family.

After all, he knew perfectly well that a mage could not possibly defeat the entirety of Demacia... not even the garrison of the Great City.

There is still a long way to go before Demacia can be completely overthrown.

He is going to find allies.

He has already made up his mind.

"Freljord..."

After several rounds of combat, Morgana suffered a series of defeats.

During the fight, she would occasionally glance to the side, seemingly searching for something—which gave Kayle an even greater opportunity.

What are you looking around for?!

Kayle's sword came at her along with her shout. Morgana tried her best to dodge, but the blade still cut her arm.

A streak of bright red blood flowed from the wound, just as it had hundreds of years ago.

The sisterly bond between the two women had completely vanished... during that fight.

Even though Morgana always refused to recall the painful past, whenever she heard Kayle's face and voice... now that Kayle was right in front of her, those long-buried memories surged back into her heart like an uncontrollable tide.

She thought of her father.

That kind and simple old father... he died there...

Beneath what Kayle called the sacred flames.

"Kill them all... those Demacia... Father, and me..."

Morgana wept blood, her voice growing increasingly low and sorrowful.

"Kill everyone, and then no one will dare to defy your justice... right!"

"Shut up!" Kayle completely lost it when the memory of accidentally killing his father was brought up.

The "holy sword" in her hand kept slashing, releasing powerful astral energy in wave after wave.

Although Morgana had shielded herself with [Black Shield], the swift attacks still left her struggling to defend herself—the magic shield was shattered completely within seconds.

She found herself in a passive position.

She couldn't help but start to resent a certain young man...

She had just caught a glimpse of him in the crowd... and in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

He had previously vowed to help her deal with Kayle... She believed him when she agreed to come to Great City!

That guy...!

Morgana kept retreating, narrowly escaping injury several times, facing numerous dangerous situations.

Just as she was grumbling and trying to figure out how to escape, a blinding red light suddenly appeared behind her.

Immediately afterwards, she heard a crisp metallic clang.

Clang--!

Kayle's sword was blocked.

It was blocked by a huge scythe.

"Sorry I'm late."

A familiar voice then rang out... and that familiar smile.

"To make sure I can defeat Kayle, I just ran over to Noxus to get some weapons."

"..." Looking at Chen Ce's confident demeanor, Morgana was momentarily at a loss for words—she knew Noxus, that country thousands of miles away.

In just a few minutes, he ran Great City of Demacia to Noxus to get weapons and came back...? Who are you kidding...?

Morgana was tempted to expose the other person's "lie".

But her dissatisfaction vanished the moment the other person appeared.

"Be careful, Kayle is very strong..."

Morgana waved her hand, casting Black Shield on the young man as well.

As a result, Chen Ce's fighting style became even bolder.

[Aspects! Is this what mortals call a god?! Kill her!!]

The soul within the Darkin Scythe roared loudly, its excitement almost infecting its "host."

Chen Ce nodded slightly, and even stronger Darkin energy spread throughout his body—a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time.

A long-awaited... peak performance.

Clang--!

The scythe swung out again, and even though Kayle managed to block it in time, he couldn't completely prevent this powerful blow.

After only two exchanges, the high and mighty angel showed a cautious expression—she could already feel the numbness and pain in her hand.

"Evil mortal... I can sense the power of your evil..."