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

"You..." The raging greatsword seemed to calm down, "Which old friend from back then? Sephiroth, Xu Yuyan, or Tayanari?"

The man thought for a moment: "If I said I was Laaste, would you believe me?"

“Laast? Hahahaha~” the greatsword laughed strangely. “You can be anyone, but you will never be that fool who only knows how to talk big.”

The man shrugged: "It's hard to explain how I got here. I didn't have a name here originally, but when I woke up, I saw a Darkin weapon that sealed Aatrox's soul."

“In that case, I shall be called Ato.”

"No matter who you are, even if you defeat me once in a battle of wills, I will never become your weapon. I am a holy warrior of the gods! I am the end of the world!"

Unfazed by the greatsword's defiant attitude, Ator lowered his head and said softly, "Then, what if I said that as long as you become my weapon, I'll tell you how to kill you?"

The voice was too soft, and even Sarah, who was standing next to her, couldn't hear what happened next.

The noisy greatsword suddenly fell silent.

He suddenly felt like an actor performing an old opera on stage, and this man was an audience member who had seen the whole story and knew all the plot points. He had no secrets from him.

Moreover, the words "kill you" hold an unparalleled allure for the greatsword, for which he has strived for over a thousand years.

"Look at your current appearance. You only managed to piece together a body by absorbing flesh and blood. What's the difference between you and a demon? You're nothing but a clumsy imitation of a god's body."

"Your glory and dignity were lost in that dark and hopeless struggle. Celestial Warrior? You were worthy of the title when you were protecting the mortals of Shurima from the Void, but not anymore."

Ator didn't care whether his words had any effect on the greatsword, and said to Sarah, "Miss Sarah, please allow me to call you by your name—isn't your real name more appealing than a cold nickname? This guy has finally quieted down."

"Maybe I heard something I shouldn't have?"

Sarah appeared calm on the surface, but was inwardly panicked. The giant sword before her was beyond her comprehension, and Ator, the wielder of the giant sword, was someone she could not possibly contend with.

Sarah put away her gun, indicating that she did not want to fight.

She didn't understand most of the conversation, but whether it was an accident or not, in the end, Ator's sudden intrusion did get her out of trouble.

Moreover, he was definitely not from Bilgewater, let alone related to the Iron Hook Gang, judging from his appearance—he had no tattoos and his features were rather soft.

"Of course not, Miss Sarah. If you wish to leave, please do so."

Ato recalled the gentlemanly behavior he had seen in his past life, and so he began to imitate them.

Ever since he arrived in Runeterra, he had been in a state of high excitement, completely immersing himself in the game character.

“I’ve never seen a talking sword before. Can you make my gun talk too?” Sarah said half-jokingly.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you again, Miss Sarah. I don't think there are talking guns in the world, but there are talking scythes or daggers. If you happen to encounter one, it's best to stay away from them, my sincere advice," Ato said with a smile.

“I will,” Sarah replied with a charming smile. “Then…”

"Captain! Are you alright?" At that moment, more than a dozen pirates rushed in from outside. The leader was a strong man with a thick beard.

Upon seeing that Sarah was unharmed, they turned their guns on Atto, a chill running down their spines.

The appearance of that giant sword can only be described as terrifying, and the strange man must be a very dangerous person.

Fear gripped the hearts of every pirate, but even so, they did not back down, for their captain was only four or five meters away from the man!

Sarah's heart tightened at the arrival of the crew. Although the title of the strongest bounty hunter in Pitt was dazzling, she knew even more that danger could come at any moment.

Her hunter's instincts, honed through a life of constant danger, were screaming a warning: Atto was in danger. She didn't want her crew to be wiped out.

"I'm fine, Raven. Don't be nervous. Put the gun down first."

Facing the crew, Sarah suppressed her unease and spoke in an authoritative tone.

"In fact, he just helped me once."

Sarah turned around and rejoined the others, the short distance taking an exceptionally difficult walk.

Atto hasn't shown any aggression yet, but she believes that if Raven and his crew provoke Atto, her crew will have a hard time leaving the tavern alive, and their numerical advantage will be meaningless.

“Shouldn’t we be able to leave, Mr. Atto?” Sarah at least knew the man’s name from the conversation. “Or do you have any conditions?”

“Remember to close the gate behind you. I have some things to discuss with this guy.” Atto glanced at the greatsword, which had been silent for a long time. “Perhaps we’ll meet again soon, Miss Sarah.”

"Until we meet again," Sarah said with a smile, then waved her hand. "Let's go."

Sarah and her group left, not forgetting to close the tavern door behind them, even though it had a large hole in it.

"Captain, who exactly is he...?"

Raven was still shaken; he even felt as if he had witnessed the birth of Bilgewater's fifth horror legend today—the mysterious man carrying a giant demonic sword.

"As the first mate, learning to stay calm is your first lesson."

Sarah felt a little guilty, but she quickly masked it and strode toward the "Siren" docked at the slaughterhouse.

Sarah and the others left, while Ato scratched his head and continued to stare at Aatrox's greatsword.

The tavern was in complete disarray; no sailors were to be seen, and overturned tables and chairs were everywhere. This small outpost belonging to Planck had been reduced to ashes.

Atto found a relatively intact chair and waited quietly for the giant sword's reply.

At this point, Aatrox could completely disregard his will and freely use the power of the Darkin, which is the nature of Darkin weapons.

Once a divine warrior, now only his soul resides within a Darkin weapon. If he fails in the struggle against the host's will, he will lose control of himself.

Two days ago, Ato had just arrived in Runeterra, and there was nothing around him except the ocean.

In a corner of the beach stood a demonic sword that he knew all too well. Without hesitation, he stepped forward, grasped the hilt, and entered the demonic sword's spiritual space.

Ato didn't want to recall the struggle for consciousness. The pain of the demonic sword striking his body was still vivid in his mind. He was just one step away from becoming the demonic sword's puppet.

But Ator still decided to respect Ator's wishes.

Before arriving in Runeterra, he hadn't interacted with anyone for a long time.

His only companions every day are game characters, virtual characters created by others, but he likes them.

"How can you prove you have a way to kill me?"

A hoarse voice came from the sword, and Aatrox broke the silence first.

He was not a bloodthirsty demon king, but rather someone who had been tormented by eternal loneliness during his hundreds of years of sealing, and was unable to end his own life. Even after absorbing the humans who touched the demon sword and successfully escaping, he could not change his will to die.