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One hundred and seventy. The last wolf (7)

Their conversation continued into the early hours of the morning, and Kronos had wanted to keep asking. But considering that Swain was only a mortal, he left on time at three in the morning. Swain was also able to save the three hours of sleep he had left.

Of course, whether he can sleep or not is another matter.

Kronos walked out of the Government Council slowly. The new immortal fortress was no different from its original appearance in terms of architectural style, but the inside had already undergone earth-shaking changes. A group of soldiers stood on the right side of the road, and they were in charge of the vigil. Wearing a full set of steel armor, well-equipped, there are lights everywhere, and there are bowmen on standby at all times.

This kind of guard strength can already explain something.

No one saluted him or said hello. This is a military order, don't gossip while on duty. At most, they cast a respectful look at Kronos with their eyes. Astarte walked in the immortal fortress in the early morning, and it was very quiet here. Of course, this is not the norm, but it only started half a month ago.

curfew.

A simple and clear system can prevent many things that should not happen.

The original immortal fortress has many gangs in the lower layer, and the black industrial chain developed by this has already formed a closed loop. The impact is extremely poor, and even more terrible things, many people invest in it every year to make a living.

Swain wanted to control it, but the leaders of the gang had already colluded with the nobles and couldn't control it at all. Fortunately, after that incident, they were all dead.

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It was also the first time Swain felt that disaster was a good thing.

Therefore, there is no so-called gang in Noxus at present - there is no oppression at all, and the sheriff who directly reports the discord between the neighbors and even the dispute to the street is naturally someone to mediate. If you commit a crime, you will be found immediately and punished accordingly, and cover-up is even more impossible.

And, at Noxus, ability comes first. You can do whatever you are, and everyone can find a suitable job to support themselves. With such conditions, why would you lick blood on the knife’s edge?

This kind of place, Kronos likes very much.

He has never been to the Ultramar Five Hundred Worlds, but he has seen a lot from the text records. Naturally knows how rich, equal and advanced it is there.

Compared to Ultramar, most of the Imperial world is like hell. And now, he has seen such a place with his own eyes, and can even make it better with his own efforts, gradually turning the entire world of Runeterra into this.

He couldn't be indifferent, and he couldn't have allowed anything or anyone to destroy it.

The footsteps of Kronos echoed in the quiet early hours of the morning. He had to go straight through the entire immortal fortress until he reached the military camp in the east corner of the city. There, he would take a short break for an hour before returning to work.

In addition to the daily necessary visits to the underground infected facility to check, he is also responsible for serving as an instructor, specializing in training new recruits. That's why basically every Noxian soldier knows him—hard to believe. Unless your health is too bad to join the army.

After walking for a while, he suddenly sensed a strong sense of threat. Kronos didn't hesitate, the muscles in his left leg were tense, and the powerful explosive force took him away from the place in an instant.

This intuition lived up to him.

An Astarte in black power armor came out from the side alley, with a power sword and a bolt gun on his waist belt. But judging by the details of his helmet style and power armor, Kronos couldn't tell what model it was.

Without thinking about why other Astartes appeared here, he began to capture each other's intentions with extreme caution, and observed the details of the armor by the way - he is not wearing armor now, an Aspen without power armor Faced with an Astarte in armor, Tate's odds are exactly what, needless to say.

"Reaction speed is good."

A cold voice came from the breathing grille,

The familiar composite mechanical sound made Kronos feel a little at ease.

"The information I received is that there are two Astartes here... Where is your power armor? Don't tell me, you handed over the maintenance of the power armor to the indigenous people on this planet. "

"You have too many questions." Kronos stood on the spot, seemingly relaxed, but he was actually tense. "You should tell me your identity first."

The Astarte was silent for a long time, and even began to make Kronos plan to strike first. Afterwards, he slowly took off his helmet and reported his identity in High Gothic: "Ceybrus, come to support under the order of the Emperor."

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"You finally recovered."

The Emperor smiled, looking a little happy. He stood outside the gate between the thrones, leaned against the wall, and said as he looked at the mage walking out slowly.

"Can't you do something serious?" He Shenyan rolled his eyes.

"What's the matter?"

"Like, fix the big rift, take care of things on Mars, and then revamp Terra's bureaucracy or something...you're getting up from your chair, how do I see you every day It's like you're just shopping?"

The smile of the Lord of Humanity did not waver in the slightest: "Except for the big rift that I have to deal with, I don't intend to interfere in other things."

"Oh?"

He Shenyan was interested, and he would never let go of any opportunity to engage in yin and yang: "Listen to what you mean, are you going to leave this to your sons? What a good father."

"Just a new insight." The Emperor did not refute.

"The fact that I got out of the chair is good as long as it spreads among a small number of people. Although you have shattered their belief in me in some tricky way, if I continue to 'appear', there is no guarantee that I will not. Something like that happens again.”

He shook his head: "I can't afford to believe in God again... Moreover, this method is more convenient for me to carry out my plan."

"What are you going to do?" He Shenyan immediately regretted it as soon as he asked. He shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, don't tell me. I don't want to know, you'd better handle it yourself. I'm going to give myself a long vacation after dealing with Runeterra."

The Emperor shrugged. "Luxurious words, long vacations... well, I want to take a break too."

He took out a biscuit from nowhere and ate it with emotion. The biscuit crumbs fell to the ground. He Shenyan looked at the crumbs on the ground strangely, then turned to look at the crumbs that were not far away. The cleaning servitor in operation took a while to speak.

"...Give me a whole piece too."

"It's been prepared for you." The Emperor smiled and took a piece out of nowhere. There was a perfect pattern on the edge, and the mage carefully covered it with his hands below, and then ate half of it in one bite.

Sweet, but not very sweet.

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