LOL: Summoner of Goddess Janna

The Immortal Fortress, the center of the Noxian empire.

Its existence is even older than this ancient empire.

When Emperor Mordekaiser built this city, he was determined to make it an unbreakable fortress.

Later, Mordekaiser I died, but the Immortal Fortress did what he wished, leaving a glorious history that would last for thousands of years in the hands of the subsequent Noxians.

But now...

"It is already crumbling." Swain looked up at the majestic palace city in front of him with deep eyes.

Huge Noxian flags hung on both sides of the palace door, and the steps paved with white jade climbed straight up like a ladder to the sky. The most elite first legion in the empire, the warriors guarding Leiser held their heads high, wore strong armor and were loyally guarding both sides of the steps of the palace city.

Those who are lucky enough to come here to meet the emperor will always be shaken by this magnificent scene.

But Swain only smelled a rotten smell here.

"He's old."

A year later, from commander-in-chief to commoner and now to temporary recovery, Swain finally met the emperor again.

Braun Darkwill, the once wise and mighty general, had now become an old man with white beard and hair, a gloomy complexion, and bloodshot eyes, sitting high on the throne.

This is no longer the same person as the Darkwill that Swain swore to follow back then.

"Swain, you are getting old." His Majesty the Emperor seemed to have no self-awareness. After the monarch and his ministers met, he teased Swain's old appearance with some disgust.

Swain didn't defend himself.

This was exactly what he wanted Darkwill, and those behind Darkwill, to see.

He now knew that under this seemingly unlimited power of the emperor, there was a terrifying "deep state" hidden behind the scenes of the Noxus Empire.

Deep state is not just a conspiracy theory here, but a factual organization.

There are some people who are secretly controlling this great empire through their own methods.

Darkwill used to be a powerful opponent that these conspirators feared, but now Darkwill is just their puppet.

Unfortunately, the relationship between these conspirators and Swain was also very bad.

Swain knew that he was not a match for these people yet. So when Darkwill said he was "old" and looked at him with a joking but secretly observing look...

He immediately seemed to be suffering from tuberculosis and coughed heartbreakingly: "Cough cough cough cough..."

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I..." Swain took out a handkerchief with difficulty and covered his coughing mouth.

While doing this, he quietly showed off his empty left hand.

The high-spirited commander-in-chief of the empire a year ago now looked like a disabled old man with half a foot in the coffin.

Such a good-for-nothing old man, even if his mortal enemies saw him, they would probably be too lazy to kill them all.

"Sit down." Darkwill was indeed quite satisfied with his physical condition.

The emperor generously arranged a seat for Swain. Seeing the old subordinate sitting down tremblingly, he asked hypocritically: "The injury you suffered in Presidium is not healed yet?"

"It's not going to get better..." Swain looked down at his severed hand and sighed dejectedly.

He knew Darkwill was watching him. In the darkness behind the palace, there were eyes observing him.

Fortunately, his performance was satisfactory enough.

Darkwill finally got to the point: "In the past two days, there has been news from Ionia that tens of thousands of people in Yipu River Port were rescued by a Janna messenger named Orianna - those Janna believers His hand has reached out to the twin cities and to the newly occupied province of Baru'e by the empire."

This has obviously touched the minefield of the empire and angered the emperor.

After all, he personally gave the order to massacre the city in order to frighten the resistance forces in Ionia.

Now people are rescued by the leader in a grand manner, but the empire is powerless to stop it. Who else can be shocked by such a humiliating appearance?

"By the way..." Darkwill suddenly asked again: "Swain, you should already know about this, right?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. I received Leicester's letter." Swain answered honestly: "Because this matter involves the leader. I am the incoming Governor of Piltover, so he specifically explained it to me. this matter."

"You are a good teacher, and all the students you bring out have not forgotten their roots." Darkwill said with a smile.

"This is all because of His Majesty's wiseness, and I am just a soldier who obeys orders..." Swain buried his head lower, squeezing his wrinkles deeper.

"Okay." Darkwill said with a serious face: "As you said, you are the future Governor of Piltover."

"I would like to hear your opinion regarding this Leader's escapades."

Listen to his opinion?

Swain looked at Darkwill's bloodshot penis and knew that the emperor's opinion must be different from his.

"Your Majesty." He pondered for a moment, and finally told the truth: "I think we should try to tolerate the offenses of these leaders as long as they don't go too far."

"You mean, just forget it?!" Darkwill's voice suddenly turned cold.

Swain pretended to be shocked for a moment before saying, "Yes. Your Majesty, we don't have the ability to fight against the Wind Leader yet."

"Incapable?" This seemed to offend the proud emperor: "Are you saying that Noxus can't deal with that little leader?"

"It can be dealt with, but..."

Although he knew that the emperor in front of him was already a puppet, Swain decided to tell the truth.

He was speaking to those behind the emperor.

Although he and they were hostile, he still hoped that the other party could at least temporarily put aside their own interests and at least consider the empire's standpoint for once...at least, not to push the empire into an abyss of despair.

So Swain said: "We can deal with the Windleader. But it will take the entire empire, not my little governor of Piltover."

"The empire must withdraw its troops from the front line in time, at least from Freljord and Ionia, two battlefields that have actually become a burden to the empire——"

"Only by putting your fist away and concentrating your strength can you swing it out more powerfully. Otherwise, we may not be able to shake the leader who is blessed by the true God."

Swain's heartfelt words of advice were indeed off-putting.

Darkwill, who was already mentally disturbed, was furious: "Asshole! Swain, are you saying that my orders to attack Freljord and Ionia were all wrong?"

"No, you are right..." Swain replied helplessly: "But the objective fact now is that if we continue to maintain such a powerful offensive in four directions at the same time, we will not have the strength to deal with the leader. "

"Your Majesty, if you really want to eradicate this hidden danger, you will not only need the empire's millions of troops, but you will also need to stake Noxus' millennium heritage."

The Black Rose, this secret mage association that secretly controls the emperor, is one of the precious "thousand-year inheritance" of the empire.

If you really want to deal with the leader, Swain is definitely not enough.

You Black Roses must also put your lives on the line.

But the question is...are these old monsters who have been living in the darkness for thousands of years really willing to give their lives for the empire?

"Swain!" Darkwill's answer was indeed disappointing: "I appointed you as the governor of Piltover so that you can suppress those Janna believers for the empire in the future - not condone them!"

He looked at it frantically without hesitation: "I order you to set off now and take office in Piltover."

"When we get there, if the Wind Leader cannot give a reasonable explanation for what they did in Ionia, and if they do not immediately curb their deviant behavior in Baru'a - then you will represent the empire and send these Janna Destroy all believers!"

Swain: "..."

He heard it.

This is clearly asking him to die.

It was not enough for the conspirators to annihilate his entire army in Presidence; they also wanted to drive him, a "retired old man," to an end.

"Your Majesty, I..." Swain sighed softly: "I obey."

He didn't argue anymore, there was no point in arguing with a puppet.

He respectfully accepted the order, stood up and said goodbye to the emperor.

Before leaving, Swain took one last look at Darkwill.

Darkwill was once the monarch he followed loyally. They once worked together to fight against the old aristocratic forces within the empire and pursue peaceful change from the inside out. This decaying empire has gradually begun to decline.

For this reason, Swain even betrayed his own family. As a member of the old aristocracy of the empire, he personally killed his parents who tried to overthrow Darkwill.

But they still failed.

In other words, they were pawns played by the other party from the beginning.

So Darkwill completely became the enemy's puppet. He was no longer able to offend the interests of the old nobles, so he could only launch a war crazily under the control of the other party and transfer the conflict to the outside world.

Swain lost his monarch, and even more so his comrades.

With such complicated emotions, Swain walked out of the majestic palace and stood on the high steps.

Looking down from this high position, you can just see the slums that cover most of the city like abscesses outside this majestic and immortal fortress.

This is the capital of Noxus, the true face of mankind's greatest empire.

He finally made some determination.

Swain raised his empty left hand and tucked the severed arm into his thick cloak.

A burst of red light flashed under the cloak, and a brand new left hand formed for him:

"Farewell, Darkwill."