I told you to plant peas, and you summon Mordekaiser?

Aatrox.

He stood in the center of the laboratory, with the enormous sword behind him—a black blade that had slumbered for hundreds of years, gleaming with an eerie, cold light.

An unusual atmosphere permeated the air, as if the air itself had sensed the impending violent storm before the battle even began.

The soldiers have fully recovered, and hundreds of frozen bodies are gradually waking up.

The elevator doors leading to Aatrox's floor swung open with a roar, and the fusion beings surged into the narrow elevator shaft, their weight causing the elevator to creak under the strain.

The floor indicator lights flashed rapidly as the elevator climbed higher and higher.

The merged entity, which did not take the elevator, climbed directly up the elevator shaft.

The moment the elevator doors opened, they surged into the battlefield without hesitation, like a flood bursting its banks.

Amidst a bloody ruin, Aatrox stood atop the remains of the incubation chamber, his greatsword casually lying to one side, its blade dripping with crimson liquid.

When his gaze turned to the fused army, a slight, disdainful sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.

Aatrox merely watched these beings, which moved about like chess pieces, with a cold smile playing on his lips and an innate arrogance in his eyes.

"Come!" Aatrox roared, his berserk aura soaring to the heavens.

Almost instantly, the two plant warriors in the front row raised their axe-shaped forelimbs and lunged at Aatrox with a whooshing sound.

Their power was enough to split steel; their axes whistled as they sliced ​​through the air, rapidly closing in.

Aatrox turned slightly to the side, his eyes seemingly seeing through everything.

He suddenly drew his sword, and the massive blade of flesh and blood swept through the air like lightning.

With a loud crash, the massive axe was cleaved in two.

Aatrox's sword then pierced the chests of the two warriors, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Before the soldiers could react, they were pierced through the body by the giant sword, their blood spilling onto the ground and staining the cold floor of the entire laboratory red.

Aatrox's sword was like a bolt of lightning, swift and deadly.

On the other side, four soldiers were frantically unleashing fire peas from the flank.

Dense tongues of fire, interspersed with flashes, rained down peas upon Aatrox.

But the madman in the center of the hail of bullets simply gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, spun around, and leaped into the air.

In the air, his figure was like a ghost, his sword blade flashing with cold light as it sliced ​​through the peas in the air.

Almost in the blink of an eye, he appeared behind the four warriors, and with a swift stroke of his sword, he slit the throats of three of them, causing blood to splatter.

Before the fourth warrior could react, Aatrox's sword had already pierced his heart.

In an instant, Aatrox's storm-like attacks turned the entire laboratory into a sea of ​​blood.

Whether they are melee or ranged warriors, they all seem insignificant in his presence.

He strode forward, his wings spread wide, each step releasing boundless pressure.

The surrounding warriors realized they were no match for him, but their fighting instincts wouldn't stop them.

So they continued to pounce on Aatrox like a swarm of wild beasts.

Aatrox gradually adapted to this body, and his movements became faster and more precise.

With each strike, several people fell.

No one could get close to him; it was as if time in the whole world slowed down in front of him.

The sword light streaked across the sky like a meteor, carrying an aura of destruction; with a single swing, corpses littered the ground.

When the last warrior raised the arm of the fused fire stump, attempting to use the flames to force Aatrox back, Aatrox simply laughed.

He leaped suddenly, his sword drawing an arc in the air before striking the warrior.

The warrior's body exploded under the sword light, the flames were extinguished instantly, and Aatrox landed in mid-air, the tip of his sword lightly touching the ground, as he turned to scan his surroundings.

“Insects.” His voice was laced with disdain.

Inside the laboratory, the stench of blood and death filled the air. The fusion warriors that Rios and Dahl were so proud of were now all lying dead, their bodies piled up like mountains.

Aatrox took a deep breath, raised his head, and walked towards the huge experimental table in front of him.

"Let me see what else is hidden here."

He whispered, his eyes flashing with endless killing intent.

......

......

While Aatrox was fighting, in a corner of the incubation room, Chen Yang and his two companions hid behind a row of huge incubation chambers, holding their breath and focusing intently.

Although they were in stealth mode, they dared not easily reveal their whereabouts.

No one could guarantee that the blood-covered madman wouldn't target them.

Within the vast space, the roars of battle and the clanging of metal mingled together, like a symphony of the apocalypse.

Aatrox was like the eye of a storm; every swing of his sword stirred up a storm of blood and gore.

Blood flowed like a river on the floor around him, indistinguishable as to whether it came from the warriors or Aatrox himself.

Huang Aotian stared intently at the battlefield, his lips twitching slightly.

He sighed softly, "Too brutal..." His words were tinged with a hint of horror at the demon god before him.

Qiqi still looked very interested.

Parker carried Liu Yan on his back; he had already taken advantage of the chaos to rescue Liu Yan from the incubation chamber.

Liu Yan remains unconscious, her face pale and her breath weak.

The liquid inside the culture chamber clearly caused irreversible damage to her body.

"Take advantage of the moment, while the monsters' attention is entirely on those Aatrox."

Chen Yang said in a low voice, "We'll evacuate through the emergency exit on the side. We can't stay here any longer."

"But what about this guy?" Huang Aotian pointed at Aatrox on the field. "Isn't this your card?"

Chen Yang narrowed his eyes slightly and tightened his grip on the card case. "Let's ignore him for now. He's in the middle of a killing spree, so let's not provoke him. If he can be of use to us, he'll come looking for me later."

All of Chen Yang's card plants are mysteriously connected to him.

He was certain that if Aatrox had no hostility towards him, he would have come following this connection.

Just then, another loud explosion rang out from the battlefield. A plant warrior wielded a massive titanium warhammer, striking Aatrox from the side.

The warhammer slammed into the floor, sending sparks flying, but Aatrox simply sidestepped and easily dodged it.

Immediately afterwards, his greatsword swept across like lightning, instantly slicing the warhammer and its master in two. The fragments scattered and crashed against the metal walls of the laboratory with a tremendous roar.

The group carefully carried Liu Yan through the narrow passage between the incubation chambers.

I took each step very carefully, afraid of making any noise.

Their heartbeats mingled with the sounds of killing on the battlefield, making every second feel suffocating.