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The soldiers who fought against him just felt ridiculous.

How can there be such an enemy? His armor cannot be damaged by the blade, and any slashes on it will bounce off. His strength is even unimaginably large, and his agility hasn't diminished in the slightest. The physical strength is also bottomless. In close combat, such an extremely physical thing, he still has the leisure to teach us how to defeat him?

"Put away your contempt! You monster!" A soldier left the battle line full of hatred, holding a long sword in both hands, and slashed towards his leg. However, there was not even a single white mark on the armor, but his long sword was completely broken, his hands were trembling, the tiger's mouth was cracked, and blood was shed.

Kronos turned and said softly to him against the attack: "I do not despise you, brave warrior. On the contrary, I commend you for your devotion to duty and your courage to swing your sword at me. You are qualified. Warriors, with noble and unyielding souls. But since we are enemies—"

The first thing the soldier felt was fear, and a monster so terrifying turned its head to you, and there was no emotion in those two scarlet spots. The same is true of his voice, with an inorganic coldness. But the words he said were full of affirmation, and before he knew it, his trembling body calmed down.

"You—who are you?"

"The one who wants to kill you."

Kronos swings his blade and takes this life away. And silently wished in his heart, even begged the Emperor to watch here and take away these venerable souls. Let them stand beside the lord of men.

On the hills not far away, Swain felt a burst of blood surging in his veins.

He is no longer young, but his desire to fight has never diminished. From this point of view, he was an outlier among the Noxian nobles.

Yes, Jericho Swain is a nobleman. And a noble of nobles, he was born into the family of the founding fathers of Noxus, and, moreover, played a key role in the ascension of the current Emperor of the Empire, Bron Darkwill. It seemed that he was born to be the privileged group.

But Swain was different from them, not even his own parents.

While his parents and other nobles trumpeted that their noble blood was the nation's greatest strength, Swain was busy honing his fighting skills and big picture. It didn't take long for the nobles' ambitions to cause them to secretly form associations. In one fell swoop, he intends to overthrow the emperor who he pushed up with his own hands.

After thinking it over and over again, Swain, who thought their actions would bring immeasurable losses to the Empire, chose to inform Darkwill - don't get me wrong, his actions were not to advance himself, nor to escape. But because he felt that only in this way, Noxus could preserve its strength and go further.

Swain's exposé was rewarded: he could have chosen money, office in the Noxian capital's immortal fortress, or a title,

But he chose to come to the army to hone himself.

In his military career for nearly 20 years, he has fought nearly 100 wars, big and small. Swain knew one thing well: Noxus was strong not because of the noble blood his parents preached, but because of unity.

Noxus can unite all.

Fisherman, woodcutter, peasant, merchant, soldier, nobleman... Your identity doesn't make sense, what you can do for the Empire makes sense. And to do this, all those false kings must be exterminated.

The soldier who had been following him closely by his side sensed his emotions and quickly stopped him: "Sir, you must not go into battle as before to kill the enemy - that person is absolutely extraordinary!"

"I know...I know, just not willing, Lanter, how good would it be if he were a Noxian?"

Swain's excitement didn't last long, and he quickly forced himself to calm down. He asked, "How long will it take for our dear general to reach the battlefield? In the face of such an enemy, sending more soldiers up is just a matter of death."

"My lord, his cage is being delivered."

"very good."

Swain nodded and said no more.

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The soldier driving the car was covered in cold sweat, and the behemoth behind him was constantly letting out an inarticulate roar, which was nothing more than short words such as blood, death, and battle. He, no, should probably call it it.

Sean.

He was locked in a cage made of stainless steel. Although the cage was reinforced with magic, it couldn't withstand such a violent impact from Sion. The horses of this carriage were two dragon lizards, and they ran with all their might to be able to hump Sion's huge body.

There was actually quite a bit of criticism in Noxus about the resurrection of Sion, and many people were furious about it, thinking that it was blaspheming the glory of the hero. But the current emperor Darkwill was unmoved. His staff, the Black Rose Association, brought the general back from death with special blood magic, and he gained more violent power than before.

But everything has a price, and the price Shane was forced to pay was his sanity.

As long as he gets out of that cage, he will be indistinguishable from me. Both enemies and allies will be killed by him together, and the huge axe in his hand will be merciless and cut off. Because of this, a parade against mages almost broke out in Noxus. But it was quickly overwhelmed.

Who is Shane?

He is extremely powerful, but has no scheming. But there is no need for scheming, his force and his huge body are enough to destroy anything that stands in his way. He was a Noxian hero, a figure who died more than a hundred years ago. At the time of his death, Noxus held a state funeral, and he was buried under a monument dedicated to him in the Immortal Bastion.

His story is familiar even to Noxian children.

More than a hundred years ago, the territory of Noxus was far less vast than it is today. In a place called Valdis, Sion brought his unfailing anger to meet the Empire's greatest enemy: Demacia.

There were numerous casualties on both sides, but Thane's determination and force outshone the Demacians. He drove straight in, breaking through the Demacian lines in search of their leader, King Jarvan I. Although his own Chapter was on par with him, there were too many Demacians to stand up to, and one by one his cronies fell, and in the end, he was the only one left.

Shane made a bloody way.

He fought alone, with more than ten swords and even more than twenty crossbow arrows in his body. In the end, he finally broke through the defense line of the Demacian people and came to the front of Jarvan I. The battle was bloody, and in the end, Jarvan I won. Sion's physical strength has long been exhausted, and the long sword of the King of Demacia will pass through Sion's chest.

His axe fell to the ground, but Thane refused to die. He mustered the last of his strength, and with one hand ripped off the crown from the king's head, and with the other grabbed his throat. Jarvan's guards stabbed at random with the weapons in their hands, but his hands didn't relax at all.

It wasn't until Jarvan died that Sion let death take him away.

You might think it's a legend, but even the Demacians who hated Sean to the core wouldn't say it was made up, they'd admit it, and then scolded Sean for being a monster. And that's their only virtue in the eyes of Noxians: honesty.

But after he was brought back from death by the blood magic of those mages blasphemy...he lost his mind, while he was alive, Thane never killed his own soldiers, all his violence was left to the enemy. To his subordinates, he even treated his family.

Those damn mages....

The soldier shuddered, his thoughts interrupted by Thane's roar.

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Kronos had to admit that he was starting to get a little bored.

Not for these venerable warriors, but for the commander.

That general obviously knew that his soldiers couldn't stop me, but he didn't give an order to retreat... Is his face more important than the lives of these people?

Perhaps the only reason why he didn't immediately kill all these people was his own principles.

After thinking about it, there was no mercy in the movements of Astarte's hands. And those soldiers who surrounded him, but now seemed to be surrounded by him in turn, began to regard being killed by him as an honor.

Many of them even looked at him with reverence, which made Kronos very uncomfortable. He knew that these soldiers from Noxus were naturally martial, but he didn't expect them to worship the strong and even to such a degree... It reminded him of something bad.

The ground under his feet has long been stained red with blood, and this land will become a fertile soil after the war, capable of growing very good food. Swords, shields, spears, and corpses were scattered all over the place. The screams and battle roars were endless, but Kronos suddenly stopped what he was doing. He turned his head and stared at the general.

The man's face was flushed abnormally, and his right hand was firmly pressed against the sword at his waist, as if he was trying to suppress something. Noticing Kronos' gaze, he grinned and bowed his head on his horse.

Your respect is worthless to me, coward. Either come up and fight me, or withdraw these soldiers of yours and send an opponent who can really match me...

Before Kronos could say this, his eyes were attracted by a behemoth.

The thing was even taller than him, and it was in a cage, brought in by a wagon driven by two dragon lizards. The battle formation opened to make room for it. The behemoth in the cage roared, its skin colorless and full of stitches. There is a huge furnace around his waist, which looks extremely terrifying.

Just looking at him, Kronos couldn't help but smile.

Finally, a worthy opponent.

After stomping his feet hard, making it difficult for the surrounding soldiers to stand, he turned off the chainsaw. He said, "Go back, soldiers. I admit you, but it is foolish to continue to die in the face of an impossible opponent. Your life should be left in a more useful place, not here to win My approval is wasted."

The soldiers actually began to obey his orders and retreated slowly. The soldiers in the sword and shield formation and the spear formation supported each other and quickly moved away. And the Warg cavalry, who only had a dozen or so remaining, looked at him with hatred and respect, and swept past him.

Kronos nodded: In the age of cold weapons, one can have such a will to fight that even if the casualty ratio reaches an exaggerated level, he will not retreat... The Emperor is above, quickly let the chapter find me The location of it!

He just stood there waiting.

On the other hand, Swain did not blame the retreating soldiers. In fact, he had long wanted to give such an order. But as a commander, he had to think about winning the war. If they were to have any chance of winning, they would have to drag their lives to Sion's arrival. Thinking of this, his disgust for the mages deepened.

Damn crap, those teleportation spells could have come in handy if they weren't late! Instead of letting me send my soldiers to die!

With a simple gesture, the soldiers dispersed, and a magic key was handed to him. Sean's cage was carried off the giant carriage by twenty people, facing the soldier's direction. He was unusually quiet at this moment, and a trace of unease flashed in Swain's heart, but the war would not give him so much time to think.

Yes, this is a war.

One...to them all.

He took the key, and the magic on the cage quickly lost its effectiveness. Sean opened the door and walked out as if he felt something. This raging, irrational beast spoke the words of a man in the form of an undead: "Take...my...great axe...come!"

Five men hurried past with his axe, full of respect and death. Because Thane usually kills anyone who comes close to him as soon as he gets the axe. But today, he didn't.

Instead, he held the axe against his shoulders. Neither growl nor roar. He walked down the hill quietly, Jarvan I's crown made into his chin, and now the enemy's crown looked particularly ferocious on his face.

Kronos watched his slowly approaching figure, took off his helmet, and threw it back. In the face of such a warrior... such an opponent, he must treat each other with full etiquette.

"Cronos Tiberius. The Ultramarines Legion, the Emperor's Sword Chapter, the Captain of the Battle Company, I salute you." He gave an eagle salute, and then held the chainsaw at his waist. , started it.

The sound of heavy footsteps was accompanied by the roar of the chainsaw sword, and the giant beast was even half higher than Kronos. He came dozens of meters in front of Kronos, his blood-red eyes seemed to have recovered a little sanity, and he said indistinctly: "Sean! The hand of Noxus!"

"I remember."

Swain, who was not far away, was full of shock: Sain had lost his mind and soul. This is a well-known fact in the empire, but why...why did he act like he was facing this warrior? Gotta get your sanity back? Has the hero's soul returned?

Not to mention his reaction, the Gein battle has already begun.

How powerful is Shane? His first blow didn't work, the giant axe hit the ground, blood and stumps flew up, and the broken blades flew freely in the air. The giant shouted inarticulately: "Blood! Fight! Victory! Glory!"

Every time he shouted a word, the power of the next blow was stronger. But he never hit Astartes once. On the contrary, the blood of Kronos facing a powerful enemy was quickly turning to sorrow and anger. The mage had just told him that this noble warrior was pulled up by a blasphemous spell. Although he miraculously recovered a little sanity, he was already a corpse.

When Astarte asked if this was his own volition, He Shenyan just said lightly: "His broken mind is full of pain."

So Kronos understood that this was a worthy enemy, but not a worthy man who, like the fearless elders, would continue to fight for the Empire with his wreckage—he might, but his country took care of itself Bring him back from death!

Unforgivable!

Kronos finally swung out his chainsaw sword. Shane's bones and skin were obviously reinforced by dark sorcery. The chainsaw sword cut on his right arm and didn't break it with one blow. On the contrary, it was stuck. in the gaps in the bones. And Shane didn't feel any pain, he continued to shout: "Fight!"

Then he swung the giant axe, Kronos raised his left hand upwards, and his five fingers precisely stuck on his axe blade, and then slowly exerted the force of confrontation, making Sein completely unable to swing the giant axe. At the same time, he drew back his chainsword, inflicting a second kill on his right arm.

That's the benefit of the chainsaw - however, few enemies actually see this benefit.

Sean is one of them.

He could not feel the pain physically, but the pain in his heart was increasing every moment. The giant trembled, wielded a giant axe, and fought desperately with Astarte, shouting, "Fight! Glory! Death!"

"I!"

So he shouted, driving Kronos back with a powerful blow. The three gold nails on Astarte's forehead reflected light, and he suddenly realized that it was almost dawn at this time.

Cronos asked, "You want to fight and die with honor, don't you?"

Sean was even more excited: "I... can't feel... pain! Here!" He hammered his chest with all his strength, and a scarlet liquid like fire burst out in his eyes: "But! Here! Good pain!"

Cronos gritted his teeth.

Oh. Emperor. If you are watching me, give me strength, courage, will. Please let me kill this worthy soul with my own hands, let his tormented soul be reborn at your seat, let him be my brother, let him fight for a country that will not betray him... ...

Cronus Tiberius, for the first time in his life, sincerely prayed for his enemy.