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Loken didn't even know how to speak.

How am I going to tell him that the Emperor has come down from the Golden Throne? Do I have to say it directly? Wouldn't this seem too unreasonable, would he believe me? Or should I detour a bit...?

Even if his mind was spinning, Loken didn't know how to speak. He had to use a more euphemism to divert the conversation: "What do you mean, Brother Cronos?"

"Don't worry, Brother Cybrus."

Kronos could see that he was hiding something, which was normal for the Astartes - there are many little secrets in the Chapter, and it's normal that some things can't be said.

Moreover, they were in front of Swain. Although Kronos has long regarded him as the planet's future governor, officially, Sway is now only a native. It's normal for Cybulus to have concerns.

He reassured: "Anyway is fine, please be sure to tell me some good news, I just hope that the empire is slowly rising now."

Staring into his eyes, Loken's heart was suddenly pierced by the emotion contained in it - what am I doing? I've been trying to deceive this loyal Astarte with lies, which is not what I should be doing...

"Holy Terra was invaded not long ago."

Loken spoke slowly, and as these words were thrown out, Swain immediately found that Kronos' expression became extremely hideous.

"We won in the end, and it was a very tough battle. The whole of Terra was devastated by the portals of demons, and those goddamn chaotic beasts jumped out from every corner, killing wanton... Fortunately, His Royal Highness the Regent responded in a timely manner and called for troops, so that our front was not torn apart in the first place."

"Regent?"

Loken looked at him with a little pity: "Yes, Regent of the Empire, Lord Robert Guilliman, the Primarch of your Ultramarines... Don't you know of his return? The Emperor is above. Ah, my brother, how long have you been wandering outside?"

His voice gradually drifted away from Kronos' ears, and it was difficult for the veteran to sort out his inner emotions at this moment. The intricate entanglement of things gave him a trembling smile: "...I, I don't know how long. Please go on, Brother Cybrus, it's always a good thing. No, it's a good thing. It's a really good thing."

He lowered his head and raised his hand to wipe his eyes: "Actually, it's so good that it makes me feel unreal."

Loken began to continue slowly, while Swain, who was listening quietly, was completely absorbed. The giant's mouth kept coming up with new terms, and he didn't understand anything like knight mecha, black armor guard, returning heroic spirit, etc. He was simply shocked by the war.

People are dying in pieces, and from his description alone, Swain can smell a strong smell of blood. For no reason, he developed an extreme hatred for those demons who killed these compatriots he had never met.

His emotions fluctuated with Cybulus' straight and unadorned narration, and at the end, when he heard the 'golden sun', Swain seemed to have a golden sun in front of him, but Not cold, but warm, even warmed his stiff neck, and the pain gradually subsided.

...Wait, is this really just his hallucination?

Swain frowned, his eyes were gradually covered with gold, and Kronos stood there trembling, looking at the golden sun rising from the gap in Cybulus' armor, silent, tears streaming from his eyes. His rough face ran down the stream.

"Emperor... did you hear my prayer?"

The sun did not answer, it wafted out of the room window, hung over the immortal fortress, and illuminated the entire capital. Instead of the sun that had not yet risen, it sent warmth to the sleeping Noxians, most of whom were unaware of it.

The sun is, of course, warm to humans. But for parasitic mites on humans, it is deadly.

A scream came from the bottom of the immortal fortress, and a little starlight flew quickly and swept across the sky. However, when it passed by the sun, it was stripped of most of its brilliance, and in the end, only a false body remained. The sun was still standing there, watching her go away indifferently.

Shurima, thousands of miles away.

Aatrox, who was originally writing a poem, seemed to hear a scream, and the familiar voice made him clench his fists instantly. The true bodies of the ascendants were uncontrollably revealed. He no longer suppressed his strength, and the huge eight-meter-high body stood up without reservation, with golden wings fully unfolded behind him.

"Twilight Star Spirit..."

His teeth collided, spitting out hateful venom, staring at the meteor that streaked across the sky, the killing intent in his heart almost burned the yellow sand in front of him: "Damn you!"

Behind him, Nasus with a serious expression grabbed his cane and rushed out of the office. He sensed the strength of Aatrox, and thought he was in danger, but he didn't expect to hear his roar when he came out.

The dog-headed man silently retracted his right hand that was planning to release the Blight Curse, and then dispelled the flames of the soul that were about to emerge. He kicked it mercilessly, and he lifted a stone to Aatrox's head: "General! It's early morning! The kids are still sleeping!"

"......Oh."

Aatrox restrained his strength honestly, and sat back on the steps again quietly. Continue his psalm writing.

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Darius walked for a long, long time, until the blood even clotted in the gaps in his armor. Wind and sand pavement, chilling. The fire in his heart was even stronger.

In the early morning, he returned to camp. When he left, he took 10,000 people with him, and when he came back, he was only one person.

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"......what happened?"

Darius didn't move, letting the two soldiers pour boiling water over his head. This temperature was nothing to his skin. The hot water hit his armor, making a loud noise, and the blood gurgling out, dyeing the surrounding sand red.

"Sacrifice," he said curtly, completely hiding his emotions. "The Legion was sacrificed, a hidden formation. The lord of the city pretended to surrender, and I thought it was a chance to give us a chance to enter Duinmans without blood. I was careless, the deaths of the soldiers were all because I."

Sean stood aside with his arms crossed, his cold face expressionless. Even if he heard such words, he just nodded: "Did you avenge them?"

Darius nodded without hesitation: "But, that's not enough, General."

Rarely, the Hand of Noxus allowed anger to engulf his mind: "The soldiers who fight with me are mostly civilians, driven to fight against me by a nobleman and his squires. Pickled things... ...his power is very strange, I heard the conversation between him and his attendants, the nobles of Duinmans don't seem to regard commoners as people."

"Instead, they are called 'lambs,' as food that can be slaughtered at will."

As soon as those words came out, the surrounding atmosphere changed immediately.

The soldiers who poured the water were still standing on the high platform pouring hot water down, washing Darius' armor and body. But their expressions had turned into disgust. As for Sean...he just grinned.

"Very good," he said with a smile. Only at this time can people see his smile through the cover of the steel crown. "The army will start in three days, and the whole army will set off."

"No more holding back, no negotiation, no retreat."

"Kill all the nobles and rentiers. Don't spare anyone, children, wives and daughters, not even a dog they keep."

"...Three days later, I will see the kings and nobles of Duinmans all hanged at the gate of the city!"

His roar echoed throughout the camp for a long time.