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"Lost news?"

The guard on one knee did not dare to raise his head, he said, "Yes, my lord. The entire Blood Sons Chapter was missing, and our spies reported that they all disappeared after they launched an attack as ordered. There are no signs on the nearby hills. People, according to your orders, they did not rashly approach the gates of Presidian."

Swain frowned deeply.

After pondering for a while, he said, "Have the Master Masters of the Black Rose Association arrived?"

"Not yet, my lord. They are still on their way."

Swain snorted coldly: "A group of trash, it's been half a month since they set off from the immortal fortress, even if they choose to take the farthest waterway, they should arrive. After all, we can't count on these weak and incompetent fools who only know how to enjoy themselves."

"Choose a few skilled war masons... There are still two hours before the general attack starts, let them check the movements of the Blood Sons Chapter within these two hours. The military orders are like mountains... Even I can't change them at will, If the time is up and they don't have the truth. Then whatever devoured the Son of Blood, we must attack."

The guard stood up, and he pulled up his visor, revealing a pair of dark green eyes that looked like poisonous snakes: "My lord, what about those mages?"

Swain had been with him for many years, and at a glance he could see what his subordinates were thinking. He showed a sneer of disdain: "It's just the flies, the war never belongs to them. Let them continue to indulge in the enjoyment, sooner or later..."

He didn't speak any further, the guard pulled down his visor and slowly exited the tent.

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The mage's voice resounded in Kronos' mind. It was not as ethereal and distant as the communications of the psionicists. On the contrary, his voice was so real that Kronos almost thought he was by his side.

"Two men are coming towards you, no armor, only knives. They should be the Noxian war masons, who came to ask for news."

"position?"

"You can see them two hundred meters ahead. Their spells shouldn't be able to hide from the monitoring system of your helmet... Ha, someone I know should be willing to pay a lot of money to study your armor."

As Astarte walked forward, he said: "This armor is a testament to glory and epic, bearing countless history. It is not something that money can exchange."

"Just talking casually,

But...he might really be able to figure out a way. "

"how do I say this?"

"He's a genius, just like me."

Kronos didn't laugh, but his heart eased a little. The wizard's eccentric sense of humor can always pull his few remaining humor cells in some strange places.

A distance of two hundred meters, let alone Astartes, is nothing to ordinary people. And the two war masons, who didn't know that their disaster was imminent, were continuing to move forward. In just ten seconds, they saw a giant who appeared out of nowhere and stood in front of them.

He exuded a bloody aura, as if he had just left from the sea of ​​blood and the mountain of corpses. The war mason's excellent eyesight can even see, by moonlight, the intricate glyphs and shards of flesh on his mobile fortress, and the ancient parchment printed with fire paint on the shoulder armor, which is bloody and holy. And those eyes...

No, that's not the eyes.

A war mason suddenly came to his senses, and he was about to turn around and run away. But the sense of honor in his heart made him still hold the short knife behind his waist, and stood still and didn't move. He stared into the giant's scarlet, emotionless eyes, and heard a frightened scream from his companion. His companion dropped the knife in his hand, turned and ran back.

And the speed of the giant was so fast that he couldn't even see it clearly, only a glimpse of a shadow, and death passed him by. The war mason slowly turned his head and saw that his companion had disappeared - his lower body was falling to the ground and was twitching continuously.

The war mason turned his head and swallowed. The giant's oppressive and emotionless voice came from above: "Your name."

"Crofts Dyer." For some reason, he had a clear articulation and accurate pronunciation. Not at all like his usual slurred speech.

"very good."

The giant nodded and threw a blood-stained helmet. Crofts picked it up tremblingly, and found the coat of arms of the Blood Sons Chapter on it, a one-handed sword inserted into the corpse. He understood something immediately, and the giant then spoke slowly.

"Go back and tell your chief - they have all been killed by me, there is no point in continuing to send people to die, if he doesn't believe it, just try. Remember my name, Cronus Tiberius ."

"you can go now."

After getting permission, Crofts held the slightly deformed helmet in his arms and ran back. He ran only a short distance from where they were stationed in one breath before he dared to turn back, his lungs were burning with pain, and he struggled to catch his breath.

The giant didn't chase after him. After realizing this, he was visibly relieved. But he still didn't dare to relax, and he didn't dare to relax completely until he entered the camp.

Inside Swain's tent.

"You mean, he said he killed the entire Blood Sons Chapter alone?"

"Exactly, my lord!"

Swain stared at the blood-stained deformed helmet on his desk. The simple lines that used to be powerful were now deformed and bent. Only the coat of arms on the top of the helmet could be seen. It really belonged to the Blood Sons Chapter. Standard helmet.

"one person......"

His fingers tapped the table, and he seemed to be lost in thought. It didn't take long for Crofts, who was kneeling, to hear him say, "Go out and have a good rest."

After waiting for the mason to exit the tent, he clapped his hands. The guard came in again, and Swain asked, "Is he telling the truth?"

"He didn't lie," the guard replied.

"One defeat... No, not defeat. Instead, all four hundred and thirty-two fully-armed dragon lizards were killed. What kind of force is this?"

"I'm afraid that General Sean will be like this again." Swain said in awe, but in the next second, the respect for the strong that was unique to the Noxians on his face disappeared, and only Bottomless calm.

"Unfortunately, it's the enemy."

"What's more... Crofts didn't lie, but not the man." He laughed and made a gesture. The guard nodded, knowing that the attack was about to begin.

The command of the Noxians will not be cancelled, nor delayed - but it can be brought forward.

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"They're going to launch a general attack."

He Shenyan's voice resounded in Kronos' mind again, and Astarte stood quietly on the hill. Hearing this, he frowned: "What about the civilians in the city?"

"Why, do you think I'm sleeping?" the mage asked back. "It's very clear, their elders are not fools... How can a few temple practitioners and martial arts gyms beat the elite army of Noxus? They have already withdrawn."

"That's good."

Kronos nodded and stopped talking.

"I have no hope of your plans, Kronos."

"You have to give it a try, their lives shouldn't be wasted under my sword."

The conversation did not last long, and soon, the ground began to rumble and tremble.

The first to arrive were the Warg cavalry. The wolves are much smaller than the dragon lizards, and their fighting power is naturally not comparable to those wild beasts that only a few elites can ride, but they are extremely numerous and easy to breed. And after several generations of improvements in Noxus, it has become quite adaptable to the battlefield environment.

More ants kill elephants, not just talking about it.

The black group gradually filled the horizon not far from Kronos, the torches rose, and Astarte stood alone, his right hand on the chainsaw sword at his waist. Breathe quietly.

Astarte can see that behind the Warg cavalry, there are more and more troops rushing towards this side at an unhurried speed. It didn't take long for a tall man to walk out of the taciturn black army formation.

He rode his horse and walked slowly. When he came to Astarte, he stopped not far away, without even bringing his soldiers. Judging from his clothes, this man must be the commander of this army.

remarkably brave.

"Unknown warrior—you say you killed everyone in the Blood Sons Chapter?" he shouted.

Kronos didn't need to raise his voice, he just nodded lightly, his voice resounding like thunder on the plain: "It's me."

"How do you prove it?"

"What's the need for proof? Let your army charge me - but I'm reminding you that you are doomed to lose this war. Retreat now and save the lives of your soldiers for a higher purpose. effort."

The man didn't answer this sentence, he said again: "Your armor, I'm sure I have never seen such a forging process. It's like a natural fit, you can't see the slightest gap... And your size, you are not Ionians."

"Yes, I am not."

"Then why sacrifice for them? Join us, warrior. With your power, you can get anything you want in Noxus!"

What he said was sincere, but Kronos only thought that this man was a lunatic - how could there be a reason for the enemy commander to recruit enemy soldiers? What's more, he has already sacrificed everything for a more lofty goal.

"What I want, you can't give."

"Impossible!" the man said decisively. "Noxus is the most powerful empire in existence! Whatever you want, we've got it for you. And we're not the type to expand blindly - we're here to bring Noxus to life. The idea spread all over the world.”

"We don't kill civilians, we don't kill surrendering soldiers, we don't kill livestock. We don't destroy cities, we don't burn, kill and loot. We have only one goal: to destroy those false kings!"

"They have nothing, and their ancestral blood is shamed because of them. Without that noble name, they have nothing left. But even so, they can enslave others arbitrarily with their own identity. But promise Texas is different. In our country, a nobleman is no different from an ex-slave!"

"They are citizens of Noxus!"

"Kings made them kneel by worldly authority, and Noxus asked them to stand up!"

It is too idealistic, even in the empire, oppression still exists all the time. But he's right - if that's the case.

Astarte shook his head, knowing that he didn't need to talk any more. The other party is obviously someone who is willing to give everything for this ideal, and he is the same.

It seemed that killing was inevitable.

He pulled out the chainsaw sword from his waist, the machine soul let out a pleasing cry, and the sawtooth turned again. Kronos' thunderous voice exploded on the plain, and even the soldiers could hear it clearly: "It's useless to talk, let the war begin."

The man's expression became cold and hard, he stopped talking and returned to the battle formation. It didn't take long for the black mass to attack him. Their purpose is very clear, turning a blind eye to the Presidian behind Cronos, but charging straight towards him-obviously, they want to kill him first.

Can it be done?

The Warg cavalry took the lead, followed by heavily armed sword and shield infantry. Then came the army of large shields and spears, obviously wanting to let the flexible Warg cavalry consume his physical strength to form an encirclement. After the first wave of charges, the sword and shield soldiers came on top, continued to shrink the siege, and then used the invulnerable spear and large shield to completely eliminate him.

Nice tactic...and haven't used anything like archers and catapults, obviously with reservations.

Cronos laughed.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, and actually began to charge back against the amazing Warg cavalry. At the same time, Astarte's voice sounded again: "A piece of advice: use your archers!"

A distance of several hundred meters was only a blink of an eye for a Space Marine who started to charge, and the Warg cavalry closest to him had only now truly felt the size of the giant in front of him. He couldn't see clearly from the distance. But once you get close - the gods are above.

The wind blew across his face, and he looked in awe at the warrior who could be called the physical embodiment of war, then tightened the hand axe in his hand.

Then, his life ended here.

A chainsaw sword savagely passed him through his chest, and the bone stubble and minced meat that were brought out were thrown away by the high-speed rotating chainsaw, and the sharp bone stubble even flew out to cause secondary damage. Facing the torrent rushing towards him, Kronos did not dodge. He grabbed the Warg who had just lost his master with his left hand, crushed its hard head, and then——!

Death's scythe began to spin around him.

The Warg is wearing hard armor, although it can't be said to be hard, but it is at least a kind of armor. They are not too small, and their bones are solid. All these conditions, under the great blessing of the inhumans of Kronos, allowed the dead Warg to enjoy the glory that it had never had before.

With just one swipe, seventeen of the Warg cavalry died.

It wasn't all over, Astarte stomped heavily on the ground with one foot, and the splash of dirt and stones obscured a sly Warg who was trying to attack him sideways, and then it heard the chainsaw sword roar.

"Come!"

Cronos shouted the word and turned into the physical incarnation of death in the crowd. Although he fundamentally hated such killings, these loyal warriors followed the orders of their superiors to attack him. Well, this is a war.

And a true Astarte has only one attitude in the face of war: victory, or death.

Soon, the first wave of charges ended.

There are not a dozen remaining Warwolf cavalrymen. They will gather behind Astarte, and then launch a second wave of charges. At the same time, the sword and shield phalanx has also surrounded. They wore fine chain mail, their shields were solid and reliable, and their long swords flickered with cold light. But none of that gave them a half-point advantage against Astartes.

It was a weapon prepared for mortal warfare, and Kronos was not among them.

He could already see the shaken expressions on the faces of the soldiers, and an atmosphere of hesitation began to spread in the battle. Although he has not really contacted Kronos, his actions of killing the cavalry have been seen by these soldiers. The easy killing, which is like eating and drinking, has made some people see their own death.

And here is the difference between a true warrior and a coward.

A soldier struck his shield with a long sword and shouted loudly: "That giant wants to test our fineness! Let's show him! The Rock Legion Sword and Shield Square, ready to execute 'decapitation'!"

Ah, you have tactics for larger enemies too, good, good.

Dozens of soldiers gathered around, and they spun around Kronos. Although he could have solved the encirclement with a simple shoulder bump or sword swing, he didn't. He wanted to see how far they could go.

The dozens of soldiers stepped on strange and light steps, and more and more soldiers emerged from behind them. At a certain point, they attacked Astarte together.

Some hit his knuckles with the hard rams of their shields, others stabbed his eye sockets with long swords. What's more, he even wrapped his arms and thighs with ropes that he didn't know where to find, and a dozen people pulled his arms with the strength of sucking milk from outside the encirclement. If all this sequence of actions works, it is clear that Kronos' death is inevitable.

But they will not succeed.

Shields shattered above his armor, swords snapped, and ropes were easily snapped by him. Kronos swung the chainsaw sword in his right hand, and with one simple and light swing, the lives of five people were taken away, and blood was spilled out. At the same time, he shouted: "It's real! Soldiers! You must fight against me with the idea of ​​​​doing not succeed!"

He actually started killing while instructing these guys how to fight a warrior like him: "Bin! Drop your shield! That doesn't work for me, do you think holding a shield will make you live longer? ?"