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

For a thousand years, Aatrox has roamed Runeterra, causing destruction, all in search of the power to kill him.

If the world is destroyed as a result, then he will cease to exist along with the world.

He was unwilling to give up this opportunity.

What Aatrox didn't know, Aatrox did.

Before he transmigrated, he hadn't interacted with people in the real world for a long time because games and novels occupied almost all of his time, and he was very familiar with the settings of different works.

"Want to know how? Sure, I'll tell you right now."

Athos didn't care whether Aatrox was trustworthy or not; he wanted to tell him directly how to kill him.

The red light flashing on the sword almost stopped, as if the breath of the soul had also stopped.

Through their conversation, Aatrox realized that this human who had overcome himself in the struggle of will knew a lot, and his methods might be able to point him in the right direction as he wandered around like a headless fly.

"It's actually very simple, there are a total of..."

Just then, the tavern door was kicked open again, and another group of pirates stormed in, more than Sarah's group, about thirty people.

They didn't shout or yell when they came in; instead, they raised their carbines and scanned their surroundings.

Although the main gate was closed, the hole in it made them wary.

The pirate at the front had a long scar on his face, and his left hand had been transformed into the pirate's signature iron hook. Upon seeing the collapsed table and chairs and Ato sitting inside, his right hand, which was holding a gun, quickly turned around.

Beside Atto, the terrifying, blood-red greatsword came into view, causing Atto to break out in a cold sweat.

"Who are you? Where is Walter?" The presence of more than thirty henchmen behind him gave the scarred man some confidence. Walter was the obese Iron Trench Gang member who had attacked Sarah earlier, and he had already been absorbed by Aatrox.

Just as Atto was about to explain the method, he was interrupted and asked helplessly, "Are you also here to find Miss Misfortune?"

Upon hearing that name, the pirates became somewhat agitated.

In recent months, Miss Misfortune has made them all feel unsafe. Her skills, marksmanship, and intelligence have given the Iron Ditch Gang a real headache.

“That’s right, it was Walter who gave me the message that Miss Fortune was captured at the Flamewave Tavern in Grey Harbor. No matter who you are, Miss Fortune’s life must be taken by the Iron Trench Gang.”

"I am Shak, the second officer of the USS Dread, the flagship of the Planck fleet. To not hand over Miss Fortune is to be an enemy of Planck, the ruler of Bilgewater!"

Ator touched his nose, ignoring Shak's threat, and turned to look at the greatsword beside him: "Hey old man, they won't let me tell you the method, what should we do?"

"I thought I'd seen enough stupidity by now," the greatsword's voice was hoarse and cold. "Come, let me kill you..."

"A thousand times, right? No problem."

Atto instantly stood up, gripped the hilt of the greatsword, and then both he and the sword vanished before the pirates' eyes.

Shaq stared wide-eyed, looking around for the figure, but then heard the screams of the pirates behind him.

Shaq turned around and immediately felt breathless. Half of the men he brought had been cut in half at the waist, their upper bodies still floating in the air, their blood being controlled by an unknown force and flowing in one direction.

The separated body, along with the blood, eventually merged back into the greatsword.

"What...what kind of monster is this?"

Shaq had forgotten to think; he knew that by following Planck as a pirate, countless innocent people had perished in the plunder in their quest for wealth.

He knew that magic existed in this world, and that many things defied common sense existed. The sea monster Leviathan was exceptionally ferocious, yet every day ships carrying Leviathan would sail into the slaughterhouse to capture it.

Even with his hands stained with blood, he felt for the first time that his perception of the world was distorted.

"Run...run away!"

Shaq screamed at the top of his lungs, startling the remaining half of the pirates. They instinctively tried to rush out the door, but the door, which had been smashed open earlier, slammed shut again, and a figure wielding a greatsword stood in the doorway!

"Ah ah ah..."

Shaq and his men lost their minds and fired at the door. This time, Atto did not dodge, letting the bullets pierce through his clothes and disappear into his body.

Even after the pirates emptied their magazines, they maintained their gun-raising stance, staring intently ahead. How could there be creatures in the world that even muskets and cannons couldn't defeat? Yes, there couldn't be.

As the smoke cleared, the already dilapidated gate was riddled with bullet holes, while Ato, undeterred, held his sword horizontally to his side with one hand.

His entire body, including his head, was covered with numerous bloody holes, and his lifeless eyes stared at Shaq with resentment.

"Haha, I thought it really was a monster." Shaq, panting heavily after surviving the ordeal, said, "I knew it, how could something like that exist in the world..."

Suddenly, Atto blinked twice, his lifeless eyes.

"Hehehe." Ato gave an ugly smile. Because the bullet casing was still inside his body, it wasn't easy for him to make an expression, but it made Shaq's mood plummet!

"Why did you stop smiling? Oh, the smile didn't disappear, it just moved to my face!"

The greatsword, which had been completely still, emitted a faint red energy that was transmitted through the hilt into Ator's body, and the part that had been pierced by the bullet recovered to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The regenerated flesh expelled the bullet from his body, and within two breaths, Ato was completely back to normal, with no trace of blood.

Only the holes in his clothes proved that Atto had just been through a hail of bullets.

"Testing my abilities, it didn't hurt too much. But sorry, I'm in a hurry, Shaq. We'll talk when we see the ruler of the Underworld. Oh wait, the Underworld doesn't care about death... so I'll send you to see Kindred then..."

Shaq quickly dropped his gun and waved his hand, saying, "Wait..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the monster in front of him disappear, replaced by two figures.

One was a wolf-shaped monster, entirely black and ghost-like, wearing a white mask; the other stood on two legs, with white fur, and its mask was black, the opposite of its hair color.

The last thing Shaq saw was a white figure raising its energy longbow and shooting a deadly arrow at him.

Ato seemed to sense something, but his movements didn't stop. His figure disappeared again, and with a swift stroke, the remaining people became nourishment for the Darkin Demon Sword.

Pirates who are slightly stronger than ordinary people are still just ordinary people. Compared to the divine warriors of ancient times, they might not even be as good as cannon fodder.

Athos has control of the Darkin Blade and has also gained thousands of years of combat experience from Aatrox. The sheer volume of information means that Athos can only receive a small portion of it for the time being, but it is more than enough to deal with these pirates.

Ato's state of mind was not greatly affected by what he had just done.

In his view, these pirates were unfamiliar to him and were villains, so he treated them like monsters that spawned at fixed times in the game, only the scene was a bit exciting.

“After so many additions, I still can’t reshape my body. I have indeed lost control of my abilities,” Aatrox sighed.

"How come the Ascended General, who has been mad for a thousand years, has become sober and rational today?" Ato teased. "I have come to Runeterra for a long time, and there are some things I need to do. For this, I need power."

"It's a deal: you give me power, and I'll let you die."

"A fair trade."

"Then, there shouldn't be any more pirates interrupting us."