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He watched helplessly as the Windswordsman charged toward him.

The moment the blade sank into his chest, there was no hatred, fury, or confusion in his eyes.

There was only relief.

Yes, yes... at the very last moment—the instant all the alchemical weapons were blown back by the gale, striking his own men—he suddenly understood everything.

He understood the intentions of Commander Emystan.

The Commander must have known that the alchemical weapons were useless against the Windswordsman... The Commander... had other plans.

From the very beginning, the Commander never expected him to capture the Placidium Plains... Yes... everything was part of a deeper design.

Heh...

Pfft—as the blade twisted and was withdrawn, the Overseer collapsed straight to the ground.

Yet even in his dying moments, a smile remained at the corners of his mouth.

He used his final ounce of strength to struggle and shout that great slogan:

"Noxus... will prevail...!"

On the day of the total victory at the Placidium Plains, late at night, on the western frontier of Ionia, at the strait east of Fae'lor.

The largest warship to approach Ionia since the start of the Noxian invasion was slowly drawing near.

Seeing this, the local garrison immediately drew their flaming arrows and prepared to fire—this was something taught to them by the new reinforcements from the Placidium, who claimed it could detonate something on the Noxian warships.

The garrisons at every strait had been reinforced during this period, all to prevent that explosive cargo from being brought ashore.

"Fire—!" Following the Centurion's gesture, countless flaming arrows were unleashed in unison toward the massive warship.

However... the scene of the ship engulfed in flames that they had imagined did not occur.

People only saw a colossal black shadow on the vast deck... it was that thing that blocked all the arrows.

The firelight gradually illuminated the true form of the behemoth.

It was a...

Pitch-black figure, with something resembling a furnace embedded in its chest, emitting a faint red glow...

A human...?!

Immediately after, the sound of countless iron chains snapping rang out in unison, completely shattering the silence of the night.

Then followed an even more terrifying roar...

"Pests—!"

Chapter 56: One Slash! Two Slashes! I Still Have Zombies, Brothers

If one were to ask who the Noxian soldiers feared most right now, everyone would undoubtedly answer with one name—Sion.

[Sion]

This hero of a bygone era was not some high-ranking general in the present day, nor could he wield the power of life and death over countless soldiers like the current Hand of Noxus—Darius.

He was merely a cruel warlord from the old era, "resurrected" by the Noxian dark magic society, the Black Rose, using forbidden arts.

But precisely because of this, his terror was etched even deeper into people's hearts.

If a high-ranking Noxian official wanted to judge a soldier and take the life of a glorious Noxian warrior, they had to have sufficient grounds. If the latter happened to have performed some great service, they might even encounter significant resistance during the trial.

At the very least, even if those officials insisted on killing—or even disregarded the rules through sheer power—it was always for a reason.

In short, even the supreme Grand General of the Noxian Empire, Braum Darkwill, would not kill without cause.

But Sion was different.

He never needed a reason to kill, and he would never be punished by the Noxian high command.

Because he was now purely a terrifying siege engine... a killing machine that knew nothing but slaughter.

Anyone who dared to stand in his way would be ruthlessly crushed.

And would the Noxian high command punish a machine? Would they say something as foolish as "you have committed a crime and must accept punishment" to a cold, mindless machine?

Obviously not.

He could kill at will.

As long as he pleased, and as long as he was capable.

Just like now, having been summoned once again by dark magic, he took out his "morning grumpiness" on his allies first—the Noxian soldiers who had unlocked his shackles and chains were smashed into pulp by his giant axe in a single encounter.

Then, he charged out of the cage that had trapped him—that damned, massive iron cage, as dark and lightless as a kennel.

Because he had blocked the fire arrows, the warship was already incredibly close to the shore, and, impatient, he chose to jump directly into the sea.

The water, still over three meters deep, barely reached his chest.

His actual height was over four meters, and his width reached a staggering two meters; from a distance, he looked like a horrifying black cube.

He had not been this massive originally—it was the dark magic that had remodeled his flesh.

After his death, the "Black Rose" used a terrifying dark magic to forcibly make him immense, and the muscles that had been in rigor mortis for years were brought back to life, becoming as hard as steel.

He no longer needed food or breath; the only thing sustaining his body was flesh and blood.

Catalyzed and transformed by dark magic, he only needed a constant intake of flesh to generate an endless supply of energy, allowing him to "resurrect" time and again through the Black Rose's dark arts even if struck down.

He was like a machine.

If he stopped moving, he was given fuel; if he broke, a part was replaced.

Over and over, never ceasing.

"Pests--!"

Even underwater, the speed at which Sion sprinted was hair-raising.

The moment he stepped onto the shore, the very earth seemed to tremble beneath his powerful stride.

The Resistance Army soldiers guarding the strait drew their bows and let fly, but the countless arrows that struck him were no more than a tickle.

With ranged attacks ineffective, the soldiers switched to spears and greatswords, screaming as they charged toward the terrifying monster.

However... this was all in vain against Sion.

His pace would not falter for anyone; any "vermin" daring to stand in his path would be ruthlessly crushed.

He had only one goal—the city walls, or any defensive fortifications.

He was the Noxian Empire's most terrifying killing machine, and its most powerful battering ram.

Thud--!!

Rumble...

A massive breach was instantly torn into the strait camp's barricades, and the Resistance soldiers standing nearby were all wiped out—either crushed by collapsing rock or pulverized directly by the charging Sion.

Yet, Sion's own speed did not diminish in the slightest.

Boom--!

Boom--!!

One after another, nearly ten watchtowers were completely demolished by Sion in a matter of minutes.

And that was not the most terrifying part.

The most terrifying part was... every impact triggered a violent explosion—chemical flames and lethal toxic gas spewing forth in the wake.

Yes, he was strapped with numerous alchemical weapons.

Those clay pots were hidden behind him; they would not detonate from direct fire-arrow attacks, only when he slammed into something, triggering a violent shock.

And he—a killing machine already dead—feared neither the searing flames nor the corrosive poison.

This was the true purpose of the Undead Champion, Sion, in war...

This was the true weapon the Pale Lady had gifted to Emystan...

This was a slaughter without suspense...

Everyone had to die...

"Blood... War... Slaughter!"

Twelve hours after the fall of the strait east of Fae'lor Island, the next morning, within the Placidium of Navori.

Irelia stared at the two intelligence reports on her desk, her beautiful willow-leaf brows knitting together ever tighter.

Two reports, both bearing bad news.

The one on the left was from Chen Ce, stating that the Noxian battalion he intercepted at the Reef Strait was not carrying alchemical weapons; they had likely fallen for a ruse.

The one on the right was an urgent dispatch from the strait east of Fae'lor Island—received only half an hour after Chen Ce's report arrived.

It stated... the local garrison had fallen.

Noxus had deployed an unprecedented, massive warship, accompanied by no fewer than five standard-class vessels.

And hidden aboard that largest ship was a terrifying behemoth—a creature that was neither quite human nor quite monster.

He... or rather, it, feared no alchemical weaponry, instead strapping those pots of alchemical explosives to its back to launch "suicide charges," destroying all local Resistance camps in mere hours.

By the time this letter arrived via carrier pigeon, the person who wrote it was likely already dead...

In this moment, Irelia was filled with regret.

She knew that both she and Chen Ce had been tricked.

Yasuo had already been deployed to the Placidium Plains. Even if she wrote to him now to hurry back, accounting for the pigeon's flight time and his travel, it would take at least three to five days...

And the Noxian Legion, led by that monster, could reach the Placidium in just two days at full speed...

As it stood, there was no one left in the Placidium who could stop those alchemical weapons...

Things had reached this point; that monster must never be allowed to approach the Placidium...!

At this thought, Irelia rose decisively and donned her battle robes.

"Karma, help me write to Chen Ce and Yasuo. I am going to face that monster!"

Hearing this, Karma, standing to the side, first nodded, then shook her head.

"One letter is enough."

"Hmm?" Irelia asked, puzzled.

"I have a faster way to notify Chen Ce."

"What is it?"

"By utilizing the Spirit Realm—he has long since connected to the Spirit Realm, and when I cast a magical shield upon him earlier, I left a mark, so he can receive my thoughts... but Yasuo cannot."

Having said this, Karma closed her eyes, and wisps of green Spirit Realm energy, symbolizing harmony and tranquility, gradually began to emanate from her body.

She did not need to speak, nor did she even need to formulate the contents of the intelligence in her mind—this was a communion of consciousness.

Soon, she opened her eyes again. "It is done. He has received my thoughts, though I cannot guarantee he will be able to transmit his own back to me."

"Good." Irelia nodded gratefully and prepared to head out.

But just then, the Spirit Realm energy on Karma's body suddenly changed—it transformed into a swarm of brilliant butterflies, which then arranged themselves in an orderly fashion before the two women.

They looked like two lines of small text.

[Do not worry]

[I have everything under control]

Irelia and Karma, leading the most elite soldiers of the Resistance Army from Placidium, rushed toward the battlefield at full speed. With both sides moving toward each other, it took them only a single day to spot a figure on the horizon so massive it was terrifying.