Chapter 91

"As long as they don't die, they will continue to inflict extremely terrifying damage on us on the battlefield."

"Yes, it's best to kill them now."

After a brief discussion, the regimental commanders reached a consensus: there was no need to be afraid; now was the best time to encircle and annihilate those four.

At a command, the war drums sounded, and the cavalry regiment was the first to charge.

Hundreds of iron cavalry roared and charged toward the four, looking from a distance like tigers pouncing on rabbits.

However... the truth is completely the opposite of what it seems.

The truth is, it's like throwing an egg against a rock.

The dozens of cavalrymen at the forefront were suddenly repelled by some powerful energy the moment they approached the four men. Even the most heavily armored and best-horsed elite cavalrymen could not withstand this force.

They were like rootless blades of grass in a hurricane, easily blown dozens of feet away.

Soldiers and warhorses plummeted from the sky, the sounds of steel hitting the ground and flesh being crushed mingling together, a crisp yet indistinct sound that sent chills down one's spine.

After the first wave of cavalrymen were all killed, the entire plain fell into a deathly silence.

Only a girl's disdainful voice echoed:

"Weaklings, begone..."

The regimental commanders stared in disbelief, but they still had some confidence in their hearts—the enemy's strength exceeded their imagination, yet they still didn't believe that four people could defeat more than three thousand.

The first wave of cavalry that was instantly wiped out was just the first platoon of the cavalry regiment.

A mere few dozen people are nothing to the entire army, and even to a cavalry regiment that only has a few hundred men, they represent only one-tenth of the total.

"Keep charging! Charge!" roared the Capital Eleventh Cavalry Regiment, drawing his longsword.

The remaining cavalry continued their charge, and the soldiers of the other infantry regiments followed closely behind under the orders of the other regimental commanders.

Nearly two thousand people rushed up this time.

But...

Some things cannot be evened out simply by having a numerical advantage.

Several magical spheres, like black holes, fell from the sky, carrying countless pieces of torn earth with them as they crashed into the mortals on the ground.

In just a few breaths, boulders smashed piles of Noxus soldiers into a bloody pulp, leaving them no time to even scream.

Three or four hundred of the two thousand men were killed in an instant.

Although it was only a small portion, how could the rest have the courage to continue fighting?

Such power... has far surpassed the realm of humanity...

The power of gods... is probably nothing more than that...

How can mortals possibly oppose the gods...?

Before the regimental commanders could make another decision, another shower of boulders, resembling a meteor shower, crashed down from the sky.

Another hundred or two people were turned into mangled flesh in the deafening explosion.

The regimental commanders finally panicked.

This kind of power... is truly beyond their ability to contend with...

"Retreat! The entire army retreats!" The commander of the smallest but most elite cavalry regiment under his command was the first to lose his composure and immediately issued the retreat signal.

The other infantry regimental commanders also successively issued retreat orders.

To avoid the tragic situation of being wiped out instead of being encircled, they even fled in different directions—more than three thousand people were chased and scattered by four people.

Fortunately, their split-up escape actually worked.

The four seemed to be bound together; once they separated, the four stopped chasing. The terrifying magical energy was also rapidly waning—perhaps it had exhausted itself after its initial burst of energy? But no one dared to gamble with their lives.

As they fled for their lives, several regimental commanders secretly jotted down useful information about this "battle":

[Those four are very strong, but their endurance is likely very limited, and they cannot use such terrifying power for an extended period.]

Their pursuit ability isn't very good either.

[If we had more men, and readjusted our tactics, prolonged the attack cycle, and reduced the number of attackers in each wave, we might have been able to defeat them.]

"It's already stopping? How boring..." Syndra shook her head, watching the Noxus soldiers scatter and flee. "My magic wasn't fully unleashed; I'm still far from satisfied."

"I understand, I understand..." Chen Ce quickly patted the girl's head to comfort her—she seemed embarrassed by this in front of outsiders, but she didn't dodge.

"This is for the future, so I'll have to make do with you for now... I'll take you to the Death Realm to beat up those metal lumps."

"I'll reluctantly forgive you." Even when being patted on the head like a docile kitten, Syndra forced a very aloof expression. "Then hurry up, once my magic is released, it's not so easy to control—you have to understand, I could have made this entire plain float up just now, and I only tore a few patches of ground."

"Okay, let's go." Chen Ce slowly moved his hand down from the girl's head, and finally grasped her smooth, fair hand under Ahri's fierce gaze.

"The Realm of Death..."

Mordekaiser spent a week repairing his body, which had become a pile of rubble.

Then, the instant he picked up Nightfall again, he sensed a... no, two familiar energies.

One was something he hated, and the other was something he hated as well.

He was absolutely furious.

"This time... no one can defeat me in one blow...!"

Half an hour later, Nightfall fell to the ground again—well, in a tattered state.

"How's it going? Are you done releasing?" a man's voice rang out from the side.

"Hmm, this time it feels much better than last time, much more durable." A woman's voice followed.

"Shall we go back?"

"Good."

Give me your hand.

"... I'll approve it one more time, the last time."

"Then let's call it the very last time."

"Snort..."

The cheesy conversation vanished with a strange, spatial distortion sound.

Mordekaiser remained lying on the ground.

His body, ravaged like scorched earth... it hurts, it hurts so much!

"Thief... you deserve to die! →↗ah...!"

Chapter 100 Irelia: Black stockings, white stockings, huh? Shall I leave?

"Chen Ce and the others will be here soon?"

Inside the camp tent, Irelia, the leader of the Placidium Resistance Army, stood up with joy, her eyes brimming with anticipation.

"I thought they'd be at least a few more days... Where are they now?"

"They were already in Wuju when I received the letter—a few hours ago." Standing by the tent flap, Karma smiled and waved the letter in her hand. "If nothing unexpected happens, the intelligence brought in by the scouts yesterday morning was their doing."

"The incident of the three legions being defeated?"

"No one else could have accomplished such a feat."

"Yes... this is absolutely amazing!" Irelia paced back and forth in the tent, her face beaming with excitement, looking like an impatient young girl.

But everyone knows that she is the one who can remain calm under danger and pressure.

Perhaps her current "impatientness" stems not only from the imminent prospect of victory, but also from...

She was finally going to see someone.

She was overjoyed.

Even a seasoned and great leader is still a naive fledgling when it comes to love and romance.

Karma covered her mouth and chuckled, clearly amused by this girlish gesture.

Before the other person could react, she suddenly remembered an embarrassing point, and her laughter stopped abruptly—her experience in dating was zero; her extensive theoretical knowledge all came from the accumulation of Karma's experience over the generations, and her practical skills were not even as good as Irelia's.

"Ahem... Irelia, watch your appearance."

"What? You want to mock me for never having been in a relationship, like a little girl with a budding crush?" This time it was Irelia's turn to smile mischievously—she had already seen through her little scheme. "You don't seem to have been in one either, do you, my esteemed Karma?"

"I... I have far more experience than you..."

"Is it just theoretical experience?"

"Practical experience... too..."

"Oh? Also what?"

"... I'm not talking to you."

"Tell me, it's okay."

"... I won't say."

The two girls joked and played around for a while longer. Karma's wheat-colored skin and Irelia's snow-white skin made them look so distinct yet so harmonious, like a cream cake and chocolate powder that had become best friends.

Of course, with a major battle imminent, a little playful banter is fine, but wasting too much time would be undesirable.

The two quickly got busy again, arranging troops and managing logistics.

Just as they Meditation trying to figure out how to stop the three Noxian Legion from joining the main force yesterday, a figure suddenly slipped into the tent.

Irelia heard footsteps and knew someone had come in, but her work was at a crucial point, so she didn't even look up. "Just report what you need; I'm listening."

The visitor did not reply.

Irelia wasn't in a hurry and continued with her work.

She only realized something was wrong when she heard the footsteps getting closer.

Before she could even look up, Karma burst out laughing, "Looks like I should excuse myself."

"Hmm?" Irelia finally raised her head.

Then, the quill in her hand rolled onto the table.

"Chen Ce...?"

"Long time no see, Irelia." The newcomer smiled familiarly. "Your arrival was a bit sudden; I hope I didn't startle you."

"This is a surprise." Irelia smiled warmly and then hugged him tightly.

The familiar touch and body temperature gave her an unprecedented sense of security—just like any other time before.

Chen Ce gently returned the other person's embrace, suddenly feeling as if he had returned home.

From Placidium to Lalin, and then from Lalin all the way to Fae'lor Island... the feeling of having no fixed abode is really unpleasant.

The two intently felt each other's heartbeats, and that unique warmth made the atmosphere inside the tent both harmonious and ambiguous.

But just then, Karma, who had already left to avoid the situation, turned back. "Irelia, there's another surprise, do you want to see it now?"

"Hmm..." Irelia, who was enjoying the warmth, looked somewhat reluctantly towards the door. Although she was reluctant, she decided to prioritize the bigger picture. "What surprise?"

"It's the helper Mr. Chen Ce brought back—the powerful ally who conquered Fae'lor Island in just one day." Karma answered while gesturing behind her.

"Oh? Then please come in quickly." Irelia was also eager to meet that legendary "super strongman."

But Karma suddenly adopted a mysterious and complex expression, "Are you sure?"

"What's uncertain?" Irelia asked, somewhat puzzled. "Are there many people?"

"Of course not, just as Mr. Chen Ce said in his letter, there are only three people."

"This tent should be more than enough for three people, right?"

"Um... I mean, should you pack up the important things from the tent first?"