The Master Behind the Scenes Starting from the Twin Cities

Buzz!

The vision brought by the rune matrix once again caused a commotion inside the Immortal Fortress.

Everyone couldn't help but look up and saw a gorgeous figure in a white robe walking out of the matrix, supported by the water flow, suspended in the air.

Snap!

The sound of hundreds of iron knee pads hitting the ground sounded almost at the same time.

Except for the Draven team, every Trifarion soldier below knelt on one knee, looking up at the figure in the sky, with fanaticism in his eyes.

Trifarion's soldiers are mainly composed of veterans of Ryan and Swain. If Swain is a strategist who has no omissions on the battlefield, Ryan is the invincible god of war in their hearts.

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The uniform movements of thousands of soldiers made all the people in the Immortal Fortress even more horrified.

"Who is the person above?"

"The white robe can only be him, the legend of the empire - Ryan Meredith."

"It's him. I came from Shurima, and the people there fear his reputation."

"All those who have been hostile to him are afraid of his power."

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Many new Noxians who have just come to live in the Immortal Bastion also learned who is standing in the sky from the words of the people next to them.

All Noxian people spontaneously bowed their heads slightly and lowered their hands to show their respect.

Noxus does not pay attention to etiquette, but for some special cases, Noxians will express their high respect in their own way.

In today's time, only a few people have this honor, and Ryan is one of them.

Dreven looked at his subordinates who were also kneeling down in a formal manner, and spat lightly, with a little envy in his eyes.

He looked around and saw that he stood out from the crowd. He sighed and squatted down honestly.

"Wait! We will have such a glorious day in the future!"

In the future, he will also be worshipped like the man above and become the greatest glorious executioner.

What Councillor Trifarie, Imperial General. There is definitely no future for being an executioner!

Ryan was suspended in the air, and the water flowed down from his hands. In an instant, the water flow quickly passed through every corner of the city, lifting up all the soldiers and civilians.

He looked down at the Immortal Fortress, the capital of Noxus, with a nostalgic look.

In the center of the city, a huge black gate stood proudly, symbolizing Noxus.

Around the black gate is a core building complex with airtight defenses, like a military fortress.

They are hidden in the shadow of the Meredith Castle in the sky, exuding an ancient but mysterious atmosphere.

In the distance, there are more and more houses of various types, and the architectural style almost covers the characteristics of all regions of Rune Continent.

This unique tolerance can only be seen in Noxus. It doesn't matter where you were born here, as long as you can show your value, you can get respect from others in any field.

He once relied on strength and military merit to get his current position.

Ryan retracted his gaze and turned his eyes to his castle.

Through the glass window of the Mage Tower, he could clearly see the scene inside.

The top floor of the Mage Tower was full of bookshelves, and many bookshelves were even lifted up by magic and suspended in the air.

In front of the central desk, a black-robed lady with silver hair hanging down to her waist, white skin, and graceful demeanor sat there. She held a dark book in her hand and read it attentively.

Facing his gaze, the woman looked back at him arrogantly and indifferently, just nodded to him lightly, and then put her eyes on the magic book again.

Sindra. It's been a long time since I last saw you.

Ryan's mouth corners slightly raised, but he didn't stay for long, and his figure turned into water and dissipated in the air.

When he appeared again, he was already in the meeting hall of Noxus, where the empire held important meetings.

"Those who can sit on the throne may not necessarily rule the world, but it just means that you have a butt of the right size."

As soon as he entered the magnificent hall, Ryan heard a steady voice.

Swain stood in the center of the hall, staring coldly at the throne above. There sat an old and thin old man.

But at this time, his expression was a little horrified, but he forced himself to remain calm:

"Swain, this position is the position assigned to me by God. The empire cannot do without my leadership."

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"The Empire has always been the Empire of all Noxians. Darkwill, we don't believe in fate. We overthrew kingdoms one by one, not to make them serve a new king, but to make them become glorious Noxians like us."

Swain glanced at the shadows with his hidden eyes, and seeing that the person standing there did not move, he began to step forward:

"We don't need a useless leader. Noxus advocates strength. After your death, Trifarion will forge a new empire, where every talented person can play their strengths and find their own place."

His iron boots stepped on the cold floor tiles and steps, making a crisp sound.

When he stepped on the highest step, his eyes were high enough to look down at Darkwill on the throne.

"No, you can't kill me!"

Darkwill's face was full of fear, but his eyes did not retreat, and he still gritted his teeth and stared at Swain.

Apart from the pale lady Leblanc, this was the second time someone else stepped on the steps of his throne.

"Darkwill, look at what you look like now. We are Noxians. Even if we die, we should not show such a cowardly face." Swain said coldly.

His words made Darkwill angry.

But even though Darkwill was furious, he knew very well that he was no match for the man in front of him.

Until now, he still couldn't wait for the support of the Black Rose. In fact, he already knew in his heart that he was abandoned.

Those who had promised him were all illusions. If something really went wrong, he had to rely on himself in the end!

Facing Swain's contemptuous eyes, a spirit that had not been seen in decades emerged from Darkwill's heart.

He suddenly raised his head, looked directly at Swain who was looking down at him, and said loudly:

"I beg no, I want to have a Noxian judgment with you!"

He has not failed yet and is still the emperor of Noxus!

"You are now a bit like a Noxian leader. Noxian Judgment, I didn't expect you to remember this. This is a way for Noxians to resolve conflicts. Both sides fight to the death, and no outsiders can interfere with the life and death of both sides. After the war, no matter the result, no one can pursue it." Swain said calmly.

Darkwill took a deep breath, and the fear on his face slowly dissipated. Under the other party's extremely oppressive eyes, his body was weak and he could only stand up tremblingly:

"You are a new challenger. As the emperor of Noxus, I grant you a chance to make a judgment!"