First, take down the Sword Demon, then save Runeterra.

"Well, Mr. Atto, can you get him moving?" Swain asked as he came up behind Atto.

“Of course,” Atto nodded. “But there’s a problem: how do we get him to obey our orders after he wakes up? Right now, he’s no different from a killing machine.”

Swain breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that he can move. How to control him is the direction of my next research."

Unfortunately, we can't open the sarcophagus now to see what the real Sion looks like...

In his past life, Ato really liked the suicide Sion strategy, and in the players' minds, Sion was already associated with turrets.

"Let's head to the port now. Your ship is almost here, and the butler will take you there."

"I am looking forward."

"Little thing, if you're alright, hurry up and leave. I can't stand it here anymore!" Aatrox was unusually irritable.

"Then you can continue your research. I'll have someone notify you if anything happens." With that, Ator quickly ascended the steps, disappeared into the shadows, and left the Immortal Fortress right under the noses of the guards.

On the way to the port, Ato could not hide his excitement.

If you save the life of the rich man Swain, he really will give you a hundred million!

Now, Ato not only has a car, but will also own his own boat. Putting aside all the messy things, Ato's life is comparable to that of online gamers with three people and a dog.

Atto saw his ship on the beach, the most advanced ship in the world. When he arrived, a large crowd had already gathered there.

The Noxians had never seen such a novel type of ship before.

This hextech-powered boat is clean and white all over, about twenty meters long and three or four meters wide, and has three levels. It looks just like the luxury yachts that Atto had seen in his previous life.

“Sir, you should recruit two sailors; they will be very important on long voyages,” Swain’s old butler advised.

"Let's get on the ship and take a look first."

Amidst envious glances, Atto boarded the ship. A portly man, who looked like a product manager, was waiting on board. He reached out and shook hands with Atto.

"Are you Mr. Atto? I'm the head of Piltover Happy Wharf Company. Our company's main business is..."

The portly manager began to launch into a long-winded introduction of their company, which Ato listened to with bated breath. Finally, it was time for him to explain how to operate the ship.

Upon entering the driver's seat, the portly manager first handed Atto a beautifully packaged box.

Upon opening it, Ato found ten gems emitting a blue light inside.

"Is this what Jess researched?" Ato curiously picked up a pill and examined it closely, easily sensing the rich magical energy contained within.

It seems that Hextech Gems are the fuel of this world. Whether it's a Hextech car or this ship, they all need Hextech Gems for power.

“Mr. Atto, this boat is very easy to drive. It has an automatic cruise mode and can move forward without any operation. You just need to set the destination.”

“We at Piltover use Hextech portals to precisely map the entire world. With just a click, this ship will take you there.”

Atto asked instinctively, "You guys have developed GPS satellites?"

The portly manager was stumped by the question. He took out a handkerchief, wiped his face, and cautiously asked, "What is a satellite?"

"It seems not yet." Ato shook his head slightly. "So, does that mean the ship doesn't need sailors?"

"With accurate maps, what's the point of having sailors?" the fat manager said proudly.

“Very good, I am very satisfied with this ship. If there is nothing else…” Before he could finish speaking, Atto’s expression suddenly turned serious.

He sensed that Riven was seriously injured at this moment. The "special mission" that Riven mentioned was to experiment with alchemical weapons!

I can't stay in Noxus any longer, Riven needs me!

"Butler, please take this manager off the ship first. I must leave immediately. Please tell Jericho that I'm going to bring the Valkyrie back now."

"I will get it done." The old butler bowed slightly and gestured for the portly manager to proceed.

"Is there an emergency? No problem, my mission is to personally deliver the ship to Mr. Atto, and I will return to Piltover by land!"

The portly manager ran off the ship quickly; it was clear that he had excellent service skills and would never delay the client's business!

Atto went to the control panel and brought up the world map stored inside, which was almost identical to what he knew.

He tapped a few times on the LCD screen, set the destination to Navoli Province, and set the speed to maximum. The Hextech-powered ship sped towards Navoli at an astonishing speed.

……

Half an hour ago, in the heart of Navoli province.

Riven, following Amystein's orders, transported two carts of mysterious terracotta jars toward Presidium.

She and her squad members had been taking detours along side paths to avoid the Ionian resistance, so even after more than ten days, they were still some distance from Presidium.

Riven, carrying the Runeblade, walked at the front, wary of any potential attacks from the shadows.

She noticed something unusual ahead, so she hurried forward and found traces of a campsite with white smoke rising from an extinguished fire.

Someone set up camp here not long ago! And it wasn't just any other Noxian squad!

Because they were on a classified mission, only Riven's squad was nearby.

"Be on guard! There might be someone nearby!" Riven drew her greatsword and looked around for enemies.

"It's raining?" Riven felt a cool sensation on her face, and after wiping it off with her fingers, she realized it was rainwater.

At first, it was just a few scattered drops, but it quickly grew larger and larger, accompanied by strong winds.

"Take care of the pottery jar!" Riven returned to the pottery jar and pulled the swaying carriage with her hands, and the other soldiers did the same.

The group struggled to escort the carriage forward, but the storm showed no signs of abating.

"A storm this strong is definitely not normal! Is an enemy casting a spell?" The heavy rain obscured her vision, making it even harder for Riven to see her surroundings.

Suddenly, a squad of Ionian rebels burst out of the woods on the flank.

"It's an enemy attack! Don't let them get near the pottery jar!"

Enemies meeting are filled with intense hatred; when they come into contact, there are no words exchanged, only slaughter.

Another group of rebels rushed out of the woods, putting Riven's squad at a numerical disadvantage.

"Call General Amistan immediately, we need reinforcements!" Riven deflected a dagger that came from the shadows and ordered the soldiers protecting the terracotta pot.

The soldier ran to the back of the carriage, lifted the black cloth covering it, and revealed a sophisticated machine.

This is a telegraph machine that Noxus purchased from Piltover. Each squad will be equipped with one for communication.

But this time, no matter how many times they called, only the same static came from the telegraph machine.