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Kronos couldn't offer any advice or thoughts on the fight between Sion and Darius - any advice?

The outcome of the battle was already doomed from the start.

In his eyes, Darius was a good warrior among mortals, even if he was thrown into space. Such people may also be able to shine their own light in a certain war. But he couldn't beat him, and his solid footwork and powerful, yet skillful attack couldn't hurt Thane a single hair.

Not only is he aware of this, but the two fighting men are also clearly aware of this matter.

Shane turned slightly to the side, dodging a sinister slap from Darius. He glanced at Darius with admiration, a move full of imagination, like an antelope hanging its horns as nowhere to be found. If it weren't for the fact that his reaction speed had surpassed that of ordinary people, he would have been hit. but.......

Even if it hit, the axe wouldn't cut through his skin.

He took two steps back, looked at Darius, who was sweating profusely, and said with a smile, "You played very well, boy."

Darius breathed heavily and did not speak. Before long, he raised the giant axe in his hand again. Sean raised his eyebrows when he saw this.

Cronos in the audience smiled.

Yes, that's the spirit. It is this kind of will that knows it can't be done, even if the enemy is countless times stronger than himself, he must clench his weapon and stand up. Kronos knew that Darius' reason for sticking his teeth to this day might not be the same as his, but it still made him feel a little bit.

"Thanks for the compliment, General Thane. I may not be able to beat you, but I must let you know one thing."

"Oh?"

"I am the Hand of Noxus!"

Darius roared, and he roared towards Shane: "You don't need your proof for this!"

It's just a bluff, he's already at the end of the game.

Sean could see this with just one glance. This time, he didn't choose to dodge and let Darius' attack all fail. On the contrary, he grabbed the Black Cleaver with one hand, and then pressed Darius' shoulder with his free left hand. His voice was thunderous, but the words he spoke were as gentle as spring.

"Of course you don't need my proof, boy, you are the Hand of Noxus."

Sean laughed: "Even an old guy like me who has not been awake for a long time has heard of your achievements.

Lead the elites of the empire to conquer the city and expand the territory. You've done a great job getting those false kings to roll off their thrones of people's bones! In this regard, you are a better Noxian Hand than I am! "

"But I want to test you, not whether you are qualified to be the Hand of Noxus." His smile faded in an instant, and his face became extremely serious. Darius looked up at his calm face like a mountain, and his mouth was dry, as if the air around him had become sticky.

He heard Thane say slowly, "Let me tell you a story, Darius."

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Stepping down from the snow-capped mountains, Racha has changed his appearance.

He was wearing a pale yellow monk robe, his thin arms became strong, the hair on his head was shaved clean, and a red cloth was wrapped around his left wrist. He didn't salute, he was empty-handed. This is the tradition of the walking monks, who do not bring anything and rely on themselves for food and lodging.

Before going down the mountain, he asked the old man a question.

"Master, what does a walking monk do?"

"Don't you know?" The old man looked more puzzled than he was.

Realizing his stupidity, Racha hurriedly tried to make amends: "No, I mean, I know that walking monks have to punish evil and promote good..."

"wrong."

The old man slowly shook his head: "Talking monks - to be honest, Racha, walking monks are very self-willed people. They do whatever they want, but it's not what you say about punishing evil and promoting good, hoeing the strong and helping the weak. ."

"But, the walking monks in those stories..."

The old man smiled and spread his hands: "They are them, you are you. Why keep trying to be someone else, Racha? You see others as a role model, why not let yourself be a role model?"

Let yourself be a role model...

Racha said these words silently in his mouth, and before he knew it, he had walked hundreds of miles in an instant. This kind of speed was completely unimaginable to him in the past, but after walking out of the spiritual world, there was something else on him.

For example, at this moment, the hot tattoo on his body is slowly wriggling along with the ups and downs of his muscles, and the black dragon with grinning teeth is wandering around his body, roaring wantonly. Racha was just a gap in thinking, and he once again traversed hundreds of miles. He himself was surprised by this, and quickly stopped.

But forcing him to stop was to let him fly out for hundreds of meters, crashing straight into a forest.

Walking monk, walking monk... What kind of walking monk am I? Racha lay on the ground and smiled bitterly to himself.

Just as he was complaining about himself, a lazy voice came from the tree above him: "Who is it? Why is it so noisy early in the morning?"

Racha's face was hot, and he quickly got up from the ground. He patted the soil and branches and leaves on his body, made a stern look, bowed his head and saluted: "Forgive me—"

"Huh? How come you smell like him?"

Racha felt a fragrant wind blow, and a white object swept past his eyes, fluff scraping his nose. Let Racha itchy gasps. He turned around quickly and saw a woman in a hood looking at him curiously.

Her eyes are very clear, like a small animal, with a pure curiosity: "Hey, are you a monk?"

"No no no, I'm a walking monk."

"Walking monks? Don't the monks have temples and practice in them? Besides, you don't look like those pedantic old men at all. Are you lying to me?"

Racha hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, no, how dare I lie... The walking monks are different from the monks. They practice in the temple, and we practice outside."

She suddenly realized: "Oh! I understand, so you just can't find a house to live in!"

Racha said with a wry smile, "You're right if you have to say that."

The woman smiled triumphantly: "You unlucky monk, you don't have a place to live, and you broke into my house early in the morning... But for the sake of your smell, I won't embarrass you anymore, just go!"

"he?"

This time, it was the woman's turn to be surprised: "Don't you know him?"

Racha's face was puzzled: "You, who are you talking about?"

The woman frowned, and it was only then that Racha noticed her amazing beauty and natural charm. But this breathtaking beauty did not make Racha's mood fluctuate in the slightest, and he himself was surprised by this.

"It's... just a very strange man, uh, very handsome! And the past experience is very bitter! Is that right?" She frowned, thinking hard. "And it's weird to talk and do things!" After thinking for a long time, she added this feature.

......

I can match your description with a wig.

Racha shook his head: "Don't you know his name? Since he is such a person who impresses you so deeply."

The woman laughed awkwardly: "Hahaha, haha, hahahaha..."

Taking this to heart, Racha bowed to her: "I apologize for taking the liberty of disturbing your morning. Now, if you don't mind—"

"--I mind!"

"Uh!" Racha let out a stunned single voice, and the woman laughed at his reaction: "It's okay, I just think it's fun to say that, let's go!"

"..." Racha blinked and bowed again. Without saying anything, he left.

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Darius returned to the barracks where his troops were stationed with a blank expression. His expressionless face was clearly misunderstood, but Darius didn't bother to explain. What he heard was too bizarre, why tell these soldiers? It will only make them more troublesome. . . .

He let out a sigh of relief, recalling what he had heard. Those warriors, the burning galaxy and the human crusade, without exception, made his heart surge. But at the end, looking at Sean's serious face, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

It turns out that what I've done so far has been nothing more than a slap in the face.

Sitting in his tent, he looked up at the Noxus logo hanging above the door curtain, and a wry smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Thayn asked him to join him, then unify the entire Runeterra, and take them back to the dark galaxy to save billions of fellow human beings who are suffering. Compared with the prospects he described, Darius felt that what he had been doing was not even different from playing a house.

He agreed - he couldn't refuse, how could he refuse? Such a great cause, such a lofty ideal...

But along with it, in addition to the surging emotions, there is also distrust of his own abilities.

He saw the Kronos, who came from among the stars, and both of them had a consensus on Darius: even a warrior like them, in that kind of war, was only a Chess pieces are tools that can be sacrificed at any time.

Darius couldn't help but ask himself: What's so special about me that Sion invites him to join me? Even they are just victims, so what role can I play in such a war?

You know, what a soldier fears most is not dying in war, but dying in obscurity and useless. Die, but also die on the way to the charge. If he can't even see the enemy's face and is easily destroyed by artillery fire from the sky, what use is the skill he has honed so far?

war...

With this deep sense of powerlessness, Darius lowered his head for the first time.

the other side.

"What do you think of him?"

"which aspect?"

"every aspect."

Kronos nodded and replied calmly: "In every way, he is the best among mortals. Excellent, and in some places even reminds me of some of my brothers."

"It should be noted that sacrifice is the cornerstone of the empire. Those who sacrificed the most for the empire are those respectable mortals. From this point of view, they have been protecting us."

"Ha!" Shane laughed loudly. "This is really a very high evaluation, it's a pity that the kid can't hear it."

Kronos said indifferently: "If he was here, I would not say that."

"What? Are you the type of person who likes to suppress soldiers' arrogance?"

"No." Cronos shook his head. "On the contrary, I have always believed that if you want to maintain the morale of the soldiers, you must make them feel good at all times. Only in this way can they go forward and be full of courage. But he is different."

"What's the difference?" Shane asked rhetorically.

"It's not what you think, Brother Sean." Kronos laughed. "His mind has been filled with doubts and self-deprecation, and now the praise will only be ignored by him, and then he will be more strict with himself."

Sean seemed a little helpless at this time: "Uh, what should I do?"

Looking at his confused face, Astarte closed his eyes and smiled: "Do whatever you want. Brother Shane - no, calling you brother now will make me seem too clueless."

He took a step back and knelt down on one knee: "You are now a primarch."

Shane was silent for a while, and then he came from above Kronos' head with an angry voice: "Stand up!"

A huge force forcibly lifted Kronos from the ground, and he saw a serious face, a face that belonged to a liberator, a face that never wanted to see any oppression again. He heard Shane say word by word, "Don't kneel down again... Brother Kronos, there is no difference between you and me."

"What is the strength of strength? If I'm just stronger than you, I can force you to kneel to me, then what am I?!" The more he said, the more excited he became. "Noxus was founded so that anyone should have the right to stop kneeling before those kings!"

He stared into Kronos' eyes, as if flames were burning: "...So, don't kneel to me again, Brother Kronos."

Astarte smiled calmly: "Okay, Brother Sean."

A discordant sound of tea drinking interrupted the atmosphere. They looked back and found a leisurely mage looking at them while drinking tea. Noticing their gaze, the mage raised the teacup in his hand very awkwardly: "Don't worry about me, you continue."

Sean's eyes twitched: "Has he always been like this?"

"..." Kronos didn't answer, he sighed deeply. This mage is good at everything and everywhere, except for one thing... He really goes too far in his own way sometimes.

However, perhaps this is one of the characteristics of his character. On the contrary, it made him feel a little real as a human being, rather than an aloof and omnipotent god.

The mage said quietly: "I feel that you are thinking about something very rude, Kronos... Be careful I tell him."

This time it was Kronos' turn to twitch the corners of his eyes.