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

The Stellato vibrated, like a wronged woman looking at her unfaithful lover with resentful eyes.

But no harsh sound came out, and she did not try to escape.

Stellato could not accept Aatrox's death, so he sacrificed himself to awaken Zoranny, so that he could use Zoranny's unique blood magic to turn Aatrox into a half-puppet, maintaining only a little bit of consciousness, powerless to resist, and thus no longer seeking death.

Now the general is right in front of me, and I, who was devoured, have inexplicably revived. Zoranny is nowhere to be found; she was probably dealt with by the general...

Thinking of this, Stellatu's light dimmed considerably; the only way she could think of to stop the general from seeking death had failed.

No one could stop the general from seeking death.

Aatrox understood the reason for her emotional change and said, "Zorani is still alive."

"What?" Stellatu's hope rekindled. "But I'm already..."

"After you were devoured by Zolani, I did everything in my power to retrieve a fragment of your soul, and then I found a stone that could repair the soul, which is how I resurrected you."

"As for Zolani, she is still hunting down her fellow Darkin, but we know where she'll go next."

Stellato was taken aback, completely ignoring the general's explanation and focusing instead on something else: "The general actually did this for me... the general did this for me, for me... hehe... hehehehehe..."

The Darkin harp swayed back and forth, chuckling happily, like a shy little girl who had just been given a sweet word.

If you could see your idol's heroic figure risking everything to save you, you would be so happy you'd faint.

Ato's lips twitched. Why were the Dark Ones' thought processes so strange? Was that the point of focus?

Just a moment ago she had a look of despair, but after being shown some respect by the general, she suddenly became love-struck?

Previously, they at least maintained the most basic dignity of an Ascended being, but after falling into the Darkin, they didn't care about such things anymore. One second they were normal people, and the next second they became like madmen.

After a brief moment of excitement, Stellato awoke from his dream, for the general was still on his path to death.

As reason returned to reality, she realized the biggest problem remained unresolved: the general was still seeking death...

As the Darkin harp gradually calmed down, the Darkins in their scabbards tensed up, especially the Darkin staff-wielding Balkux, whose hands, hidden beneath his white robes, began to form hand seals, poised to strike and stop the sonic attack at any moment.

Just then, the quiet harp emitted a ray of golden light, which condensed into a human figure.

She had waist-length blonde hair and features that gave her an indescribable freshness, but with subtle differences from humans. She wore a magnificent brocade robe and held an exquisite harp in her arms.

Aatrox's gaze froze for a moment. For that instant, he felt as if he were back in the empire's most glorious moment, sitting in the command room belonging to the Grand General, with his secretary Stellatu standing beside him with a faint smile.

"Is this what Stellatu looks like...?" Even though it was just a phantom, Ator couldn't help but take another look.

She's not exactly beautiful, but she has a kind of approachable, gentle, and intellectual vibe, like the girl next door.

The old man is surrounded by beautiful women; he doesn't know how lucky he is! He's been a great general for thousands of years and a national idol, yet he hasn't had a single scandal?

Even Faker would have to admit he's impressed.

At this moment, Stellatu's eyes were filled with tears, and his body trembled as he asked, "General, why did you resurrect me?"

What a fatal problem!

Ato gasped. He had only resurrected Stellatu to ask Zolani for information, never imagining that the Darkin possessed agency and that their consciousness was immortal!

What a fatal mistake! Because the Darkin have always been so obedient, Ator assumed that Stellatu would answer all questions, ignoring the fact that she is a madwoman who would do anything to live for the general!

"Hiss... I never had a girlfriend in my past life... Old man, I'm leaving it to you!"

I'm not afraid of Stellatu escaping, I'm only afraid that she won't say anything.

Aatrox fell silent for a moment, but his gaze was calmer than ever before.

He said bluntly, "I want to know from you what kind of person Zolani is, and whether you felt anything when she took over your body."

A shocking answer!

Ato's expression tightened. Even straight men don't need to be this observant!

Even if he had never had a girlfriend, and Riven was a girl who was very oblivious to relationships, both of them were novices in love, but this answer was clearly wrong.

As expected, Stellatu trembled even more violently, and his eyes lost their luster.

Her illusory figure began to flicker, staggered a few times, and leaned weakly against the wall.

The Darkin inside the sword sheaths were breathing more rapidly, waiting for Stellatu to do something drastic so they could stop him.

“I don’t want to hide this from you; this is one of the reasons I resurrected you,” Aatrox said in a low, hoarse voice, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he hadn’t noticed. “The second reason is that I value all of you. As your fellow human beings, I must save you and cannot stand by and watch you be devoured and enslaved by her.”

What good is this kind of excuse?

Atox anxiously whispered to himself, "Quickly say something sweet! Say something she wants to hear!"

Even without experience, that's what animation and movies have taught me!

However, Aatrox went his own way and rejected Aatrox's suggestion.

To Ato's surprise, even Stellatu's phantom stopped flickering.

No... does this really work?

Before Ato could think, Stellatu's phantom stood up with difficulty and said tremblingly, "Why should I help you?"

“I didn’t force you to help me,” Aatrox said, his tone unchanged. “Even if you don’t help, I will still resurrect you; it has nothing to do with my purpose.”

Because you are me...

At this point, he paused.

"Not only were you a compatriot, but you were also an excellent subordinate who had followed me for over five hundred years. In the end, you were the one who accompanied me into the abyss of madness."

As soon as he finished speaking, Stellatu trembled again.

She had never heard these words before since she became the general's secretary.

"General, I...no, can you hold me?"

Aatrox did not respond, but simply opened his arms.

Stellatu lunged forward, but because both were phantoms, there was no physical contact.

Before Stellatu could even feel bewildered, Ator quickly reacted, wielding the power of the demonic sword to release blood energy and grant both of them temporary physical bodies!

Before Stellatu could react, she was embraced by a pair of strong arms.

"Thank you for your hard work these years."

"I......"

Stellato could no longer utter a second word. He instinctively hugged the other person back and burst into tears in the general's arms.

"Ahhh! Waaaaaah... General... Ahhhhhhh!"

Aatrox extended his claw-like hand and gently stroked Stellatu's blond hair.

His hands were trembling.

He was afraid, afraid that he would hurt her again with his own strength.

Ato sighed. When it came to human relationships and social skills, he was still too naive compared to those ancient beings who had lived for thousands of years.

Sometimes, sincerity is more important than anything else.