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His white hair was so gray that he couldn't even straighten his back completely.

Staring at the appearance of the person in the mirror, Swain shook his head expressionlessly. I'm afraid that he who was two years ago would not recognize himself when he saw himself today - the power of time is so cruel, it stands in an invisible and intangible place, but it fairly dominates everyone's life.

Time will always pass, and no one can escape it. Even if you are immortal, it will carve some kind of mark on you. Not to mention Swain as a mortal.

The affairs of Noxus rested entirely on him, with consequences that would be devastating to a mortal's body and mind. He once tempered his will with steel, so he has survived until today.

Swain didn't know how long he could last, he just hoped to last as long as possible.

At least he must persist until Noxus completes the various operations against Piltover, so that he can rest assured and close his eyes.

Walking out of their room, the two guards bowed their heads in new military caps respectfully. In just two years, the domestic environment of Noxus has undergone tremendous changes. This change can be seen from the uniforms of the soldiers.

Generally speaking, it is impossible for a country like Noxus, which was still using cold weapons, cavalry charge, and infantry combat as its main means of attack two years ago, to abandon its armor.

In the era of cold weapons, the side with stronger armor always has a huge advantage. However, in the face of firearms that can shoot continuously, all this is another matter.

"Why hasn't today's morning paper been delivered?" Swain certainly didn't want to go for a walk, he frowned and asked the two guards.

They glanced at each other, and the taller one explained: "The people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs haven't come yet, it seems to be delayed due to some things."

The leader of Noxus snorted coldly: "It was delayed three times a week, such efficiency is simply outrageous. If they didn't have a suitable reason every time..."

He didn't say more, just two short sentences made the two guards feel cold all over their bodies, and they stood aside silently, not daring to breathe.

Just as the atmosphere became more and more stagnant, Swain suddenly sighed.

"Forget it." His tone became softer. "Let the people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs leave the morning paper until the evening and deliver it together with the evening paper, and I will deal with it together."

"Are you going out?"

"I have this plan." Swain nodded and waved to the tall guard. "You, come with me."

"Obey!"

Swain's long-term residence has been changed from the previous villa in the palace to a single-family house located in the north of the Immortal Fortress. Most of the time, it is quiet here, and it can be regarded as one of the few privileges he asked for.

There is no way, dealing with government affairs must require a quiet environment, if possible, he even wants to go underground to deal with these things.

As for why he had to move out, there were many reasons, the main one being that his previous residence was in the way.

Most of the outer walls of the Noxian palace were demolished. They did not fit into the new building plans for the Immortal Fortress and had to be demolished, which included Swain's former residence. He said nothing, and moved out within the second hour after hearing the news, without even any hesitation.

Leading by example is always the best and wisest way for leaders to execute orders.

Immortal Bastion is a quieter city today, and after that disaster, it lost something forever. Of course, some new spirit has also taken root in the city. The Noxians were already famous for never giving up, and now they were even more terrifying.

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It only took half a year to beat Piltover, which has a lot of cutting-edge technology, to the point of having to sue for peace. Nowadays, everyone in the world is in danger, and everyone is afraid that they will become Nock Sass' next target.

What they didn't know was that Noxus' battle plan was also divided.

Those small countries that are too remote are not among the ranks of attack. What's even more ridiculous is that Swain heard that some people in Freljord are worried about this.

That night, he smiled happily after a long absence.

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Unlike Swain, Thane's current situation was far from pleasant-to be honest, fighting Mrs. Piltover had nothing to do with the word 'pleasure' at all.

The gang's endless supply of outlandish weapons, combined with the unique terrain of Piltover... as much as it hates to admit it, Noxus has suffered a bit here. However, there is no doubt that the balance of victory is still tilting towards them.

"Die! You invaders!"

The tall war mecha was urged by the driver to attack Darius. The current Hand of Noxus stood there with a gloomy expression, and had no intention of dodging. His superhuman reaction speed put him in danger. When he arrived, he made a wonderful move.

The two-footed mechs took the lead, and the first punch was smashed down with great momentum. The metal iron fist carried the pilot's undisguised hatred, but Darius took a slight step to the left at the most critical moment.

The iron fist fell through—the Noxian Hand showed a smirk, and the deadly sharpness of the Black Cleaver suddenly emerged at this moment. A cold light flashed, and the mecha's hand remained in place forever. The driver still wanted to fight back, but his poor decision-making was bound to pay the price.

War is no child's play.

It is not art in the eyes of some people, nor is it a sand table deduction game in the eyes of some people. For Darius, it was more like a choice he had to make.

He paralyzed the mech in threes and fives, and dragged the pilot out of the cockpit of the mecha. This group of Picheng elders researched this kind of thing in half a year, and the potential is simply terrifying. It's a pity that they are also stubborn as hell, and they don't listen to Noxus' persuasion at all.

Shaking his head slightly, the driver's struggle brought Darius back to his senses.

He frowned, and said in a displeased tone next to the ruins and the collapsed mecha: "Be quiet, Mrs. Piltover."

"I'm fucking from Zaun!" the pilot raged. "You fucking take it back to me, do you hear me? Otherwise I'll let your mother's ashes—"

Neatly made the foul-mouthed guy faint, and Darius shook his head.

Courageous, but too stupid... stupid to not even realize that there were countless opportunities to kill Dariusburn, but just didn't do it.

"Well done, Brother Darius."

A voice sounded not far from him, and Cybrus, who was wearing pure black power armor, came with a blood-stained chainsword. The Astartes had appeared out of the blue within the Immortal Bastion more than a year ago, and no one but a few knew his true identity.

Darius was one of them, and thus he maintained the highest degree of respect for Cybrus.

"This level is not worthy of your praise." Darius replied. "Why don't you save the compliment for when we take Piltover's Tower?"

"Too modest, Hand of Noxus."

Cybrus smiled. "I actually admire your character more than your combat dexterity, Brother Darius. There are only a few people who understand the need to remain rational in combat, and I am glad to find that you are one of them. "

His words made Darius shake his head.

"I didn't kill the pilot out of overall consideration, but simply because I didn't think it was necessary." Darius replied seriously. "Don't you think it's a kind of sacrilege that their lives are wasted here?"

He clenched his fists tightly, and there was a clanging sound when the iron armor collided, like a marching drum.

"There is a galaxy in the sky that desperately needs our power. Every human life is crucial in this situation. General Thain's order is undoubtedly correct. I am curious about these Piltover When will the Huns or the Zaunites find out that we are doing everything possible to keep their lives alive."

Cybrus sighed helplessly—yes, that's one of the reasons why Noxus got caught up in Piltover.

Not killing people is a fantasy for war. You can cause untold damage with a wave of your arm, and now, someone is asking you to bind your hands and feet.

Most importantly, Cybrus knew that Thain was right. Thinking with his brain that belonged to Garviel Loken, calculating gains and losses based on the experience he had spent in that cold galaxy, Loken knew in his heart that Thion was right.

—and he had to be right, if he didn't, Loken would give similar advice.

He did not believe that the Emperor had sent himself here to assist a Primarch in slaughtering the native humans of his homeworld. Furthermore, Piltover's technology also allowed him to see something different.

In half a year, they have already created things including war mechs, what if they are given another half a year?

"Let's not talk about this, brother." Loken said in a tone that belonged to Cybrus. "The Kronos brothers' battle does not appear to be over."

He raised his hand and pointed to a smear of black smoke rising from the distant sky, his expression became more serious.

This power armor can help him feel many things that cannot be seen by the naked eye. Just now, an indescribable feeling rushed through his body, and the power armor started to warn him.

He has been here for a year and a half, and he has never received a warning from the Power Armor even when the electromagnetic artillery bombarded Mrs. Piltover head-on.

This discovery caused a bad feeling in Loken's heart - it must be known that war is to play with fire, and binding one's hands and feet like this is as dangerous as being thrown from the top of a mountain.

Darius raised his head, and his expression became gloomy again—there was just the right vibration from the ground. There is no doubt that in order to deal with Kronos, Mrs. Piltover probably used some kind of method that they didn't understand very well. s things.

The two of them ran away immediately.