Chapter 84
This was only because Syndra deliberately held back against the Scarlet Huntress.
She tried her best not to damage the warship, but the flying boulders and debris still managed to damage it beyond recognition.
The Noxus soldiers on the ship all jumped overboard to escape, but how could they possibly escape Syndra's magic by human strength?
That terrifying being could crush them all into mincemeat with the mere flick of its finger.
Horrifying screams echoed endlessly, and the sea surface under the setting sun appeared a glaring red... as more and more blood stained the entire sea.
No one was spared.
Kalan sat slumped in the main control room of the Scarlet Huntress, his closed eyes reflecting the horrific vision—once everything in the harbor was obliterated, the destruction of Fae'lor Island would not be far off...
A sea breeze blew through the damaged hull, and he finally let out a heavy sigh before opening his eyes.
He saw his former "subordinates" dead or wounded, most of them screaming as they sank to the bottom of the sea. Countless planks and ship fragments floated on the turbulent sea, but the color reflected by the setting sun was red rather than orange.
He looked up at the sky, where the "Sky City," composed of countless boulders and ruined watchtowers, was rapidly descending, heading straight for the Noxus Legion below, while the terrifying entity had vanished without a trace.
Chen Ce has also disappeared.
"She couldn't stop it, she couldn't control it..." Kalan reached into his inner pocket, where a sharp dagger was tucked inside. "I told you before, Chen Ce ... even you can't..."
The gleaming blade reflected the face of the Vastaya feline, its gray-furred fur seeming to tell of its years of effort and sacrifice.
But it was all in vain.
As a jailer, he was unable to keep an eye on the "prisoners" suppressed by the Spirit of Ionia.
He even... personally led outsiders into the prison.
He indirectly facilitated the prison break.
He felt overwhelmed with guilt and self-reproach.
It was a complete failure...
Syndra's dizziness and dazedness lasted for less than three seconds.
Although it was her first time entering the Death Realm, and theoretically her discomfort should have been more intense than others, her incredibly powerful magic managed to resist the discomfort of traversing between the two worlds.
She recovered even faster than Chen Ce.
She remained suspended thirty centimeters off the ground, her beautiful wisteria-colored eyes gazing around in a daze.
She didn't know where she was, nor did she understand why she had suddenly appeared there. All she knew was that Chen Ce was still by her side.
The only thing that made her a little uneasy was that her overwhelming power was still out of control and could deal a fatal blow to Chen Ce at any moment.
"Chen Ce..." She struggled to control the release of her magic as she reached out and touched the young man beside her.
The latter shook his head vigorously, finally recovering from the dizziness of traveling through the world.
"Chen Ce... I'm... losing control..." Syndra repeated, her expression grim.
"Hmm..." Chen Ce shook his head again, his speech gradually returning to normal. "It's okay... This is the Death Realm, you won't accidentally hurt anyone."
"The Death Realm...?" Syndra was somewhat confused.
All she knew was that she was really losing control.
"Yes, this place is a completely different world from the world we usually live in—the material realm. There are no living people here." Chen Ce explained as he took the girl's taut little hand in his. The uncontrollable grip made him feel her pain.
"Here, you can unleash your energy to your heart's content... Don't worry, you won't accidentally hurt anyone."
"Hmm..." Syndra nodded, seemingly understanding, as terrifying energy pulsed across her seemingly frail body, like a storm cloud filled with thunder.
She slowly raised one arm, and endless dark energy released an endless aura of darkness, which even seemed to subtly overshadow death in this Death Realm filled with ghosts.
The power of the Sock-Raising Soprano is no weaker than that of the false Lord of the Death Realm...
Mordekaiser, the lord of the Death Realm, rose from his skeletal throne, a chilling green light gleaming from the gaps in his dark armor.
He sensed... that familiar aura.
That damned thief is back—again and again, trespassing into his territory.
"Those disturbing flies... that damned thief...!"
Mordekaiser was never one to hold back. With a wave of his hand, the mace Nightfall, made of human bones, appeared out of thin air in his hand, and then he strode out of his palace.
In an instant, the ghosts within a hundred miles began to gather, forming a terrifying black mist before the Lord of the Death Realm, whom they feared most.
Thus, Mordekaiser was ready for battle.
He strode toward the direction he sensed, one hand on his neck—where there was a crack that hadn't fully healed.
That was the humiliation left from last time.
The shame that damned thief left him with.
A thief, a fox, a lamb, and a foolish wolf... they left him with a wound that will take a long time to heal.
Especially that damned thief... that sword actually severed his head.
Even if he doesn't perish because of it, nor does he feel the immense pain of a frail living being, the humiliation... far surpasses any physical suffering.
How many years has it been? How many years has it been since he was forced into such a humiliating situation?
Centuries... centuries later... he was once again beheaded by a mere human, who then escaped...
He was filled with resentment, he was furious, and he vowed to avenge this blood feud.
His hatred for that damned thief had even surpassed his hatred for the traitor LeBlanc.
His steps quickened as his hatred grew.
But just then, a loud bang suddenly came from the direction he was facing.
Immediately following was a violent tremor, like an earthquake.
Rumble...!
The distant black mist—those ghosts—didn't even have time to utter a wail before they were completely annihilated into the air.
Mordekaiser was initially surprised, but his anger intensified—this damned thief dared to provoke him?!
"Just because you obtained some kind of one-time-use offensive magical item, you dare to challenge the majesty of the Lord of the Death Realm... You're courting death...!"
The violent tremors, like an earthquake, quickly ceased, and Mordekaiser's initial surprise turned into relief and disdain.
His last battle with that damned thief was only ten or twenty days ago; he knew his opponent's strength all too well—he had experience from two previous encounters.
That weak human being, who only knows how to take shortcuts and rely on others, could never possess such power!
He merely used the power of some magical artifact!
A clumsy trick, a childish attempt to intimidate others by falsely claiming power!
"Magical items are always finite... but I am eternal!"
Mordekaiser quickened his pace again and found the damned thief who hadn't moved an inch in less than half an incense stick's time.
The moment that familiar figure appeared in his line of sight, he made a fist in the air.
[Death's Grasp]
A powerful, suction-like hand from the Death Realm suddenly reached out from beneath the ground, grabbing straight at the blurry figure.
At the same time, Mordekaiser had already raised Nightfall in his hand, waiting for that damned thief to be dragged over by the Hand of the Death Realm.
If that damned human ever appears in front of him, he's determined to smash him into a pulp with his hammer.
He waited silently, the green light beneath his armor growing stronger, even accompanied by bursts of hoarse, terrifying laughter.
However...
He waited for several seconds, but the damned thief never showed up.
In theory, he could retract his [Death's Grasp] in just one breath, but he hasn't been able to do so yet.
Somewhat puzzled, he clenched his fist again, using more Death Realm power to bring the Death Realm Hand back.
This time, they managed to recover in the blink of an eye.
But...
They did not bring the person back.
Moreover, the Hand of the Death Realm was broken in half.
This situation surprised Mordekaiser somewhat, but he still didn't feel any pressure—it was just that the powerful magical item had been used again.
The props are always finite, but his deaths are infinite.
"Thief... you can't escape...!"
He roared and charged forward, intending to personally smash the other man into a bloody pulp.
But just as he got close enough, he suddenly realized... it wasn't one figure, but two.
The figure standing in front was naturally the thief he hated most, while the one behind... was a floating figure. The latter looked somewhat thin, which was why the former blocked his view.
At the same time, a lighthearted and playful exchange could be heard:
"Here, this is Mordekaiser, the one I just told you about. You can bombard him with any unused or out-of-control magic you have—bombard him as much as you want, he's absolutely resilient."
"But he looked like just a soft, fragile, and powerless lump of iron..."
"Don't worry, he can patch himself up and fix himself. No matter how much you bombard him, he'll recover."
"Bombing it to dust... is that even possible?"
"Yes, that's possible, but it will take a little longer to fix."
"Oh..."
"Go ahead and bomb! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. We might as well bomb such a good live target."
"Oh well."
Mordekaiser was so enraged by this arrogant conversation that his armor seemed to catch fire.
When he broke through the fog and rushed to the two of them, his helmet was less than fifty centimeters away from a pair of fair, delicate hands.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of an extremely dark energy, like a black hole.
Then came several Dark Sphere.
A terrifying aura of annihilation swept over us...
Thump thump thump--!
Nearly ten Dark Sphere were fired simultaneously, unleashing a torrent of uncontrollable, boundless magic power in that instant, with extreme energy bringing extreme destruction.
In an instant, Mordekaiser's hastily summoned [Indestructible] was pierced by the Dark Sphere, leaving several holes the size of a normal person's head in his armor.
And this is only the most basic "direct attack".
The boundless energy contained within the Dark Sphere exploded one by one after piercing through the armor, the violent explosions even causing the entire earth to tremble.
Only at this moment did Mordekaiser realize that the "earthquake" he had previously detected was not caused by Chen Ce using magical artifacts...
Instead...
The monster before me...!
Rumble--!
With the second explosion, Mordekaiser paid the price for his arrogance—his massive body was blasted into a pile of metal fragments almost instantly by Syndra's Dark Sphere.
To be honest, if he had been more cautious and gone all out from the start, even if he couldn't defeat Syndra head-on, he wouldn't have been instantly killed. But his foolish tactic of rushing in recklessly led to his complete defeat.
Snap...
Jingle bells...
Mordekaiser's "body fragments" all fell to the ground, making a series of crisp sounds.
And this was only because his armor was tough enough—if his armor had been any weaker, he would probably have been instantly annihilated like the ghosts within a radius of several miles.
"Hmm... it's so fragile..." Syndra looked at the broken pieces on the ground, her expression one of regret, like a little girl who had accidentally broken a toy.
As for Chen Ce standing to the side...