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

Aatrox stood atop the city wall, looking down at the royal city below. His wings fluttered slightly in the air, creating a mournful whistling sound.

His gaze swept around, and the soldiers and plants that had just been killed by his sword energy still retained the lingering warmth of blood in the air.

"Pathetic," he muttered coldly to himself.

The plants in the distance also began to gather around.

This city wall, which protects the royal city, is 100 meters high and 50 meters thick, and these plants have plenty of room to grow freely.

Now, countless plants guarding the city wall surged over like a tide, and as far as the eye could see, the top of the city wall was covered with dense plant figures.

Aatrox swung his sword again, sending gusts of energy flying.

The plants—Xenopus Peashooter, Steel-shelled Puff-shroom—came to meet them, but were easily crushed by Aatrox's sword like paper toys.

Piles of corpses fell from the hundred-meter-high wall.

“Ants.” Aatrox’s voice was deep, as if it came from the depths of an ancient abyss.

He flicked the blood-stained greatsword in his hand, gazing disdainfully at the plants that relentlessly surged forward on the city wall, defying all odds.

The wind high in the sky was incredibly noisy, and every wisp of it carried the stench of blood.

Under the crimson sword wind, no living being can survive.

"Let's go." Aatrox said to Chen Yang and Qi Qi, then flapped his wings and leaped down from the city wall, flying towards the royal city.

Throughout the jump, Chen Yang and Qi Qi's bodies were completely unable to adapt to the rapid descent.

The feeling of weightlessness and the sudden acceleration almost made them breathless.

Chen Yang suppressed his inner panic, his instincts making him grip Aatrox's arm tightly.

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The afternoons in the royal city are always peaceful, with sunlight filtering through the towering city walls and casting a warm glow on the stone-paved streets.

Bells, prepared for the festival, hang from the eaves of houses lining both sides of the street, making a crisp tinkling sound when the wind blows.

The sound of bakers turning the ovens echoed through the alley, accompanied by the rich aroma of wheat.

The fountain in the square flowed gently, and several pigeons fluttered their wings and flew towards the exquisitely carved stone statue in the center of the square.

Children frolicked and played by the fountain, their laughter ringing out like bells; while several elderly people sat on benches, holding hot tea, chatting leisurely about their dreams from the previous night.

A young woman carrying a rose walked through the bustling crowd, smiling and greeting familiar faces.

Law enforcement officers patrolled the streets, their shadows elongated and silently covering the cobblestones.

At this time, the royal city was peaceful and serene, and life flowed gently like water, just like the most tranquil corner of the world.

Eight hundred years have passed since the city walls were built.

The people behind the city walls did this day after day.

Until that two-winged demon god descended.

The moment Aatrox landed, the city's citizens were still in shock, staring blankly at the sudden appearance of this demon god.

He stood in the city center like a demon descending from the heavens, his wings spread wide.

Its tall body blocked out the sunlight, casting a shadow.

In the shadows, the girl looked up blankly and met those blood-red pupils.

Through her blood-red pupils, she saw her future.

death.

A sharp blade swept across.

Aatrox's blade fell, and blood gushed from the girl's chest like a fountain, splattering onto the smooth stone pavement.

The rose fell to the ground, mingling with her blood, a shockingly red stain.

The entire street fell into dead silence for a moment, and then a heart-wrenching scream pierced the air.

The crowd began to scatter and flee. Some people knocked over fruit stalls, and bright red apples rolled all over the ground, mixed in with the chaos of the street.

The vendors shouted as they tried to pack up their stalls, but were quickly overwhelmed by the surging crowd.

Aatrox stood in the middle of the street, his wings slowly spreading out, obscuring a large part of the sky.

He raised his head and let out a deafening roar.

The roar was deafening.

The officers finally realized what was happening and drew their peashooters, attempting to restore order.

However, these people, who usually only deal with neighborhood disputes or petty theft, found their hands trembling uncontrollably in the face of such a situation.

One of the enforcers mustered his courage and charged forward, but was cleaved in two by Aatrox's greatsword the instant he got close, his blood splattering on his colleague's face.

Many more people fell during their escape; some were so frightened by the screams that they collapsed to the ground, while others trembled, clutching their children tightly.

The distant clock tower sounded an urgent alarm, but it could not quell anyone's fear.

Street stalls collapsed, and the fountain water turned red.

The elderly people who used to chat on the benches have disappeared, and only the spilled hot tea is still steaming on the stone pavement.

The children's laughter was gone, replaced by cries and despair.

Every step Aatrox took was like tolling a death knell on the road to the abyss.

With a casual wave of his hand, the greatsword drew a bloody arc, and several more lives were mercilessly reaped.

"Kill him! Kill this monster!"

Someone shouted in the chaos, but the sound was quickly drowned out by the crowd and cries.

puff!

A spray of blood erupted as dozens of approaching humans were sliced ​​in two by a single sword strike, their blood gushing out and staining the ground crimson.

Aatrox's sword moved like lightning, drawing trails of death in the air.

Every swing of the sword takes away several lives.

Those frail law enforcement officers and citizens had no time to react before they fell into pools of blood.

The law enforcement officers scattered and fled.

No one dared to confront this demon god.

The entire street was stained red with blood, and corpses were piled up haphazardly, resembling a living hell.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The alarms in the royal city grew increasingly urgent, and accompanied by Aatrox's deep laughter, the entire city descended into unprecedented panic and chaos.

This once peaceful and tranquil city has now become a stage for death.

Aatrox was in no hurry to end the massacre quickly; he seemed to be enjoying it.

In this sea of ​​blood, Chen Yang and Qi Qi stood to one side, their eyes fixed on the being before them who had been completely reduced to a demon god.

"Why would he do that?" Qi Qi asked curiously.

For the girl, the scene before her was nothing out of the ordinary and didn't bother her at all.

"I don't know," Chen Yang answered truthfully, clutching his chest as he finished vomiting.

After all, he had jumped from a height of 100 meters. Even though Aatrox had intentionally left a buffer distance, Chen Yang still felt nauseous.

While Aatrox was wreaking havoc, Qiqi had already found a bench and sat down, her little feet swinging in the air.

Chen Yang rubbed his chest and sat down next to Qi Qi.

Countless green-clad wronged souls converged into Chen Yang's palm.