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"What are you doing?" The gladiator standing at the very front chuckled, then casually picked up a stone the size of a fist. "Why, we're here to... kill you all, of course!"

Whoosh—! With immense force, the stone was hurled with such ferocity that it struck the warship a hundred meters away like a small cannonball, instantly crushing a Noxian soldier standing near the front.

Every one of these gladiators possessed extraordinary skills.

"Damn it... Attack! Attack!!" The commander, no longer hesitating, immediately issued the order to engage.

Unfortunately, the gladiators' agility far surpassed that of an average person—the long-range shots fired in the dead of night couldn't hit them at all.

Conversely, their own attacks struck the warship with ease.

Even worse, they were all using flaming arrows.

In an instant, the commander realized the truth—their target was those amphorae!

"Full speed to the shore! At all costs, full speed to the shore!" Following his command, the warships, which had slowed down to avoid the reefs, accelerated once more.

Yet, to his surprise... this played right into the hands of the Ionians.

In a flash, more torches were lit—and this time, there were more than just a few dozen.

There were hundreds.

Hundreds of archers emerged from the shadows, all holding flaming arrows.

It was... the Ionian Resistance Army!

Seeing this, the commander was about to issue further orders when a brilliant Twin Gemstone, pulsing with blue magical energy, flew in from out of nowhere.

In a single encounter, the life essence of everyone on the deck, starting with the commander, was drained away by the Twin Gemstone.

The one-sided slaughter had begun...

The local gladiators knew the surrounding terrain far too well.

The Reef Strait was like home to them; they could recount every single thing hidden within it as if it were their own treasure.

With the geographical advantage combined with their individual mastery of combat, this localized micro-war was almost a foregone conclusion.

Within an hour, under the guidance of the gladiators, the Resistance Army leveraged the timing, terrain, and unity of the people to crush the Noxian battalion—the locals knew where the reefs were and where it was easiest to shoot with the wind, creating an absolute disparity in the geographical environment through simple guidance.

The warships were bristling with burning arrows, the sea had turned into a sea of fire, and two ships were even guided by the gladiators' rain of arrows into high-speed collisions with the reefs, sinking on the spot.

Of course, Chen Ce and Ahri also fought fiercely in this battle, securing the greatest victory with minimal casualties—as long as those warships couldn't reach the shore and were dealt with at sea, the alchemical weapons on board would be useless.

But... one thing puzzled Chen Ce.

Why hadn't those alchemical weapons exploded on the ships?

He had ordered the use of flaming arrows partly to destroy the warships quickly, and partly to detonate those alchemical weapons at sea to avoid unnecessary casualties on land.

"It's a bit strange... You all wait here, I'm going to confirm something."

The more Chen Ce thought about it, the more wrong it felt. After waiting for a good while and confirming there would be no explosions, he personally boarded the warship closest to the shore.

He carefully skirted the sea of fire and finally found many familiar amphorae in the hold.

These were indeed the same containers he had seen in Dragonspine Canyon used to store alchemical weapons, but he still felt something was off.

He suddenly had an ominous premonition.

He walked forward cautiously, then, keeping as much distance as possible and moving as lightly as he could, he used his spear to lift the lid of one of the jars.

The unease in his heart reached its peak the moment the lid opened.

Inside the jar...

Was a pile of rocks.

A small bounty~

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Chapter 55: Vermin--!

Yasuo traveled north from the Placidium, finally arriving at the Placidium Plains, the zone of conflict.

By then, the Noxian Legion had fully invaded, using their fearless, death-defying style and terrifying chemical weapons to force the local Resistance Army into a steady retreat, pushing the front lines back nearly twenty miles in just a few days.

The air was thick with a pungent chemical stench; rotting corpses and black bloodstains were visible everywhere—a scene of extreme physical discomfort that Yasuo had already witnessed once before.

Back in Dragonspine Canyon—on that rainy night he turned his back on Elder Souma.

The sight before him filled him with raging fury; he could not understand how those Noxians could be so cold-blooded and ruthless.

Once released, that terrifying alchemical weapon would slaughter everyone indiscriminately, whether they were able-bodied warriors or women and children with no combat capability at all; it made no difference whether they were Ionian Resistance fighters or their own Noxian kin.

They would stop at nothing to win the war, abandoning all humanity!

But this time, they would not succeed!

"Brother, let's go!"

The moment the Noxian Legion charged toward them, Yasuo drew the blade at his waist.

"Come, brother, let us show them the power of the wind!" Yone also unslung the twin blades from his back.

The sound of steel sliding from its scabbard served as a signal, and the hundreds of Placidium Resistance Army soldiers behind them surged forward immediately.

Across this beautiful plain, scarred by the ravages of war, a cacophony of horrors erupted: roars, wails, curses, the clash of steel, and the sickening tear of flesh.

Seeing reinforcements arrive, the local Resistance Army fighters shook off their fatigue, roaring as they launched a counterattack against the Noxian invaders.

Though they had been at a numerical disadvantage, the arrival of the reinforcements instantly tipped the scales in their favor.

Bolstered by their superior knowledge of the terrain, they quickly began to turn the tide of the battle.

Inch by inch, they pushed forward, swearing to drive every last Noxian invader from their land.

The peaceful First Lands would not tolerate such brutal aggressors!

As the fighting intensified, the pressure shifted squarely onto the Noxian Legion.

The supreme commander of this operation was the same overseer who had failed to raid the village and was chased off by Chen Ce; he grew increasingly anxious as he watched his soldiers being pushed back.

He had been ordered by Commander Emystan to take the Placidium Plains to redeem his previous failures, but it now seemed that instead of redemption, he was on the verge of another crushing defeat.

They had been so close to conquering the Placidium Plains... damn it... damn it all!

The more the overseer thought, the angrier he became, his face twisting into a mask of frantic rage.

Finally, he decided to take one more gamble.

Even knowing that the Windswordsman who had arrived was highly effective at countering alchemical weapons, he had to try.

"Bring out the weapons!"

As the overseer shouted, he struck the war drum before him with all his might. The thunderous sound drowned out the chaos, echoing across most of the battlefield.

In an instant, all the Noxian soldiers near the camp began to retreat.

When they returned to the front lines, each held a strange, two-handled clay pot—their final alchemical weapons.

Seeing this, Yasuo realized instantly what they were holding—Chen Ce had told him that the terrifying alchemical weapons were stored in such vessels.

He immediately ordered all Resistance fighters to fall back and keep as much distance as possible from the Noxian soldiers carrying the pots.

Then, he stepped forward alone.

"Yasuo, what are you...?" Yone asked, startled.

Yasuo simply shook his head calmly.

"I will not let tragedy repeat itself... at least, never again before my eyes."

With those words, he stepped forward, facing the Noxian army by himself.

The enemy charged at full speed, then stopped at a certain distance, placing all their clay pots upon the ground.

The wind picked up, blowing toward the Ionian Resistance.

The Placidium Plains were flat and boundless, with nothing for a hundred miles to obstruct the toxic gas.

After setting down the pots, the Noxians retreated a hundred paces and simultaneously ignited their arrows.

"Fire!" At the overseer's command, countless flaming arrows rained down upon the pots.

The next moment...

BOOM!

The fragile clay pots shattered instantly. Terrifying chemical flames erupted with a series of deafening roars, and acrid, toxic gas flooded the entire battlefield.

Yet, Yasuo remained standing quietly in place, unmoving.

Only when the deadly gas was about to reach him did he suddenly draw the longsword he had just sheathed.

His draw-strike was fast.

Fast enough to sever the wind.

And fast enough to... command it.

"Hasaki!" Following his roar, his blade erupted with astonishing energy.

He gathered the surrounding wind onto his edge and pushed it all forward in one go—the range was no less than that of a massive tornado.

Of course, he was not yet strong enough to summon a true tornado; he had only achieved the scale of one, while the force might not have been enough to blow over a three-year-old child.

But... to blow away a certain gas, this was already enough.

Whoosh! The gale whistled past, directly overpowering the breeze that had been blowing toward the Resistance.

The toxic gas, caught in the wind, naturally reversed its course.

The Noxian soldiers widened their eyes and began to scatter in a frantic retreat.

Alas, how could human legs outrun the wind?

In an instant, agonizing wails and screams rose one after another—they had heard such sounds from the mouths of their enemies, and now... it was their turn.

The overwhelming toxic gas reaped the lives of the Noxians like the Grim Reaper; everyone who perished from the poison suffered bulging eyes, blisters across their bodies, and blackened blood, their final moments truly wretched.

The overseer stationed in the rear saw this and knew the situation was lost, yet he refused to give up.

If one side wouldn't work, then he would continue on the other!

"Continue using the alchemical weapons!" he ordered at the top of his lungs, heedless of the consequences.

The remaining Noxian soldiers received the order and immediately grabbed the last few amphorae, charging toward a different direction.

This time, they wouldn't use fire arrows to detonate them; they intended to... rush in and detonate the jars while holding them, leaving Yasuo no chance to blow them away.

A suicide attack.

"Yasuo!" Yone grew tense at the sight.

But Yasuo merely smiled calmly.

Facing the charging "suicide infantry," he remained unhurried and confident.

The moment those suicide troops rushed forward to detonate the jars, causing chemical flames and toxic gas to erupt simultaneously, he swung his longsword once more.

But this time, he did not manipulate the gale to push forward; instead, he...

Formed a massive wall of wind before him.

"Wind Wall!"

As the wall of wind took shape, every flicker of flame and wisp of poison was unable to advance even half an inch, all of it swallowed by the gale.

The alchemical weapons were spent.

The overseer smiled as he lowered his weapon.