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However, he did not aim for the enemy's head this time—after all, a "corpse" like Sion possessed little self-awareness, relying entirely on instinct and dark magic to function, so "knocking him out" by striking his head was out of the question.

Reality was not the Rift.

The spear tip locked onto Sion's nearly severed right leg.

Snap—! The shaft and the spearhead struck in rhythmic succession, utterly shattering the already fractured knee and instantly separating the thigh from the lower leg.

Boom—! Sion's massive frame collapsed to the ground as he lost his balance.

As he fell, Chen Ce seized the momentum to unleash his third skill—Three Talon Strike.

A perfect knock-up strike raked across Sion's chest before piercing through his jaw and driving straight into his cranium.

Clatter... A metallic object fell from his jaw, landing right at Chen Ce's feet.

"Jarvan II's crown... You once plunged all of Demacia into terror, but now, your glory has abandoned you, Sion."

"Pest—!" Sion, possessing almost no consciousness, could not understand what the other was saying, but he knew he had been harmed—and not lightly.

His right leg was completely severed, and his left arm had been nearly broken in the previous battle against Irelia and Karma; he no longer had the means to charge recklessly.

Thus, he could only compensate for this deficiency with blood and corpses—

War! Bloodshed! Death!

"I will tear you apart—!"

The massive double-bladed axe descended with such force that even Chen Ce, shielded by his Counter Strike, dared not take the blow head-on.

Thud—! The giant axe struck the earth, carving out a trench like a small ravine. Chen Ce rolled to the side to evade, then swung his blade before the axe could follow up with a second horizontal sweep.

A sharp whistling of wind arose, and violent gales gathered once more upon the edge of his sword.

Steel Tempest!

The already sharp blade became even more lethal under the infusion of the gale, slicing through Sion's steel-hard flesh with ease—Steel Tempest, as the name implied, cut through iron like mud!

Pfft—! As the gale descended, half the length of the longsword plunged directly into the "furnace" in Sion's chest.

Chen Ce knew this was Sion's greatest weakness.

The Black Rose's modification of him stemmed from this furnace-like magical reactor—it was the source of energy that drove him to stand once more in his undead state.

Click... click...

As the blade was slowly withdrawn, the core of the magical reactor became riddled with cracks.

Bang—! Finally, the core shattered.

In an instant, Sion's already dark-gray flesh turned even blacker, resembling a corpse in rapid decay.

The massive body crashed to the ground, the oversized double-bladed axe falling alongside it.

The Resistance Army soldiers on the ramparts were stunned for a moment before erupting into thunderous cheers.

That monster! He's been taken down!!

Everyone is saved! We're saved!!

"Chen Ce! That's Chen Ce! A warrior from our Second Legion!" Soon, someone recognized the hero who had slain Sion.

"I know him! He used to be a squad leader!" Immediately after, more recognized the figure: "I know him too! The squad leader who often sparred with our leader!"

"Chen Ce! Chen Ce! Chen Ce!"

"Chen Ce! Chen Ce!"

The resounding cheers echoed across the entire battlefield.

Only Karma looked on with concern, calling out a loud warning: "Chen Ce! That monster is carrying many alchemical weapons, and those toxic gases are still leaking! Get away from there!"

"It's fine." Chen Ce replied with a smile—he truly wasn't afraid of such poison gas attacks anymore.

Because the gale swirling around him would disperse the toxic mist.

Of course, he wasn't lingering by Sion's corpse to show off or put on a display; he was...

Camping the body.

Yes, things were far from over.

Sion would rise again... and that was when the true danger would arrive.

"My esteemed Karma, I believe I need your help now."

Chen Ce took a deep breath and turned his gaze toward the countless black dots on the horizon.

Those were Noxian soldiers.

They were all carrying vast quantities of alchemical weapons.

If it were only the numbers he had encountered back in Dragonspine Canyon, he could have handled them alone, but with a quantity that nearly filled the entire horizon...

His Way of the Wanderer alone would not be enough.

To deal with the soon-to-be "reanimated" Sion and this massive stockpile of alchemical weapons simultaneously, he needed Karma's assistance.

He needed to turn the gale of the Way of the Wanderer into...

Tornado.

Chapter 59: Way of the Wanderer? Way of the Tornado!

Blood...

Death...

Pain, wailing...

They are drawing near...

A thousand shattered corpses, burning houses... they are burning all around...

It ended too quickly! Not enough! Give me more!

People are staring. Their eyes hold fear. If they are afraid to witness victory, then I should rip those cowardly eyeballs right out!

War! Blood! Death!

I am wounded. I can feel the jagged, deep gashes on my body... but there is no pain. They think I am dead. Now, I am their trophy. Fate is laughing out loud. I will not be kept in a cage! They will regret not finishing me off!

Insects of Ionia! This place is a cold, damp pit!

Noxus! Demacia! Shurima! Freljord! Ionia!

All lands shall tremble beneath the General's iron hooves! Let them be littered with corpses!

Braum... is that you? I hear you, what are you whispering?

Ravens... what are they saying now?

Jabbering!

Make them shut up!

When did I lose my legs?

I can still smell the scent of blood. Battle. It brings comfort.

Hunger is gnawing at me. I haven't slept. Time flows slowly. So weary.

No... this is not what I wanted...

I once crushed the fragile neck of a king... I felt his final heartbeat through my grip. How crisp! How sweet!

Yes! I crave this!

Slaughter!

Blood!

Death does not belong to me!

The underworld does not welcome me!

The secrets hidden deep within the Immortal Bastion tremble because of me!

War--!!

Chen Ce knew that Sion's "zombie" state did not exist solely within The Rift.

The Black Rose's modification of him was divided into two parts—or rather, the forbidden black magic was split into two stages.

The first stage was to make Sion, who had been dead for decades, stand up again, making his body massive and tough, like a solid boulder, and granting him infinite strength.

The second stage comes after his "death"—his second death.

Once his magic core is destroyed, the magical energy contained within will pour out all at once, granting him even greater power and making him even more brutal and bloodthirsty.

Therefore, even though Chen Ce had defeated Sion at the cost of his own injuries, he dared not leave immediately to deal with the Noxian legions.

He had to guard this massive corpse.

"Everyone, get out of here!" he shouted to the Resistance Army soldiers on the city walls, his booming voice drowning out their cheers. "As far as you can! This monster isn't dead yet!"

Hearing this, though the crowd had many doubts, they immediately packed their gear and left the nearest wall—now was not the time for questioning or hesitation.

In an instant, the area within a few hundred meters of Chen Ce became a no-man's-land. Everyone reached the other side of the wall, readying bows and crossbows to face the rapidly approaching Noxian legions—the carriages they were escorting contained those terrifying alchemical weapons.

"Chen Ce, what should I do now?" Karma did not understand Sion's "resurrection mechanism," nor did she know what terrible things were about to happen, but she was willing to trust Chen Ce and do her best to assist him.

"Two parts." Chen Ce gave instructions while struggling to damage Sion's corpse, hoping to weaken his strength after resurrection as much as possible.

"First, this monster named Sion will resurrect immediately. I will need you to cast a magic shield on me and assist in attacking him."

"Second, when the carriages carrying the alchemical weapons draw near, I need you to use all your strength to empower me—in any form."

"I have mastered the Way of the Wanderer, but to blow away those terrifying and numerous alchemical weapons in one go, I need you to amplify my power."

Hearing this, Karma nodded firmly, though she was somewhat surprised: "The Way of the Wanderer... I previously thought you were using another similar 'technique.' I didn't expect you to have truly mastered the Way of the Wanderer... Having not seen you for a few short days, you truly surprise me."

"It's because I was lucky enough to encounter some fortuitous events... Let's not talk about that now." Time was pressing, and Chen Ce had no time for details—he only had himself to blame for not showing off when he first learned the Way of the Wanderer.

Soon, a slight movement came from the massive corpse lying on the ground.

First the fingers, then the forearms... then, his entire body began to tremble violently, and a terrifying surge of black magic energy erupted from his chest.

"It's here!" Chen Ce dared not withstand that powerful magical energy head-on and immediately retreated.

At the same time, Karma blessed him with a magical shield, her Inner Flame already primed and ready.

With a terrifying explosion, Sion stood up once more.

His body was battered and broken, every inch of skin and exposed muscle charred pitch-black, yet it surged with power—even more so than before.

He didn't bother to retrieve the giant axe lying on the ground; instead, he roared and swung his fists.

As for his target... it was naturally the Ionian who had dealt him such a heavy blow earlier.

His objective was clear: to make his opponent taste the bitterness of death as well.

"FIGHT—!"

Fists and a roar descended simultaneously. Chen Ce instinctively tried to dodge, only to find Sion's speed unexpectedly fast—such a massive frame, yet capable of throwing punches even swifter than Sett's.

Unable to evade in time, he quickly activated Counter Strike, using the shaft of his Doran's Spear to parry the lethal blow.

Yet, he had still underestimated the force behind that punch.

Even though Counter Strike perfectly blocked the massive fist, the sheer magnitude of the power could not be fully dispersed. A violent vibration traveled up the spear and into the webbing of his hand, nearly knocking the weapon from his grip.

The impact split his skin, sending blood streaming down.

So it is said: one force can overcome ten techniques. No matter how perfect the skill, it appears riddled with flaws when faced with the suppression of absolute strength.

"Karma, now!"

Chen Ce shouted, attacking simultaneously with the spear in his right hand and the sword in his left. By blending Three Talon Strike with the Way of the Wanderer, the result was far from disjointed; rather, it carried the essence of an ambidextrous fighting style.

This was the mastery born from ultimate proficiency.

The spear and sword pierced into Sion's body at the same time, carving out a large chunk of rotting flesh.

Simultaneously, Karma's Inner Flame struck Sion—though the technique could not achieve its full effect against a corpse, its potent magical energy still managed to inflict significant damage.