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

Mordekaiser not only replenished his forces by 500,000, but also successfully reaped an equal amount of despair.

Demacia was caught off guard by a surprise attack from the underworld, resulting in numerous casualties.

Ato clenched his fists. They fought tooth and nail to save the lives of nearly three million people behind them, only to have the other side simply stop playing with them, turn around and fight somewhere else, achieving astonishing results.

Because LeBlanc erased all traces of Mordekaiser's existence, few people knew his true name, so the despair he could devour during his imprisonment was very limited.

In addition, Runeterra has entered a relatively stable period over the past thousand years, forming city-states of all sizes, and humanity has experienced fewer moments of despair.

Before the year zero of the Noxian era, the Void invaded, the Darkin ruled, and warlords fought each other. It was a time of great suffering and hardship. However, this thousand years was the most prosperous thousand years for Runeterra.

Although Mordekaiser successfully returned to the Underworld and became the King of the Underworld, ruling over millions of the dead, he also weakened due to the lack of despair, which is why he had the idea of ​​returning to the real world.

Without any preparation, the underworld can simply move forward; it's that simple.

After reaping a great deal of despair, Mordekaiser's strength will surely reach a new level.

"What do we do now?" Swain's mind raced, but he couldn't think of a way to break the deadlock. "Demacia only has one Darkin, and they even lent Galio to us. With the 'Warriors' already deployed, they probably won't be able to hold out for long."

Ato quickly made a decision: "Riven and I will go to Demacia to provide support, and while we're at it, we'll send Galio back."

Swain asked doubtfully, "But Demacia lacks mages, who can activate him?"

Atto smiled knowingly: "Maybe."

He personally witnessed someone summon Galio during the Sylas riots.

Ryze's secret hut is also located in the Anti-Magic Forest of Demacia. More than ten days have passed since he exhausted his mana and entered meditation. Even if he hasn't fully recovered, he's almost done. Now is the time when he's needed.

“I’ve left the other Darkin here in case of any unforeseen circumstances.” Ator raised his demon sword, channeling his blood energy into Varus and Jorah. “If we can find Ryze, returning will be a matter of moments.”

"The Joyful Agent will also stay to counter the Despair Domain, but keep a close eye on her and prevent her from doing anything out of line."

He had no intention of letting Stellatu stay, because she would never want to be separated from the general.

Nera held her head and pouted, "Hurry up and leave, I've never seen such boring in-laws!"

Swain dismissed his doubts and nodded, saying, "Be careful."

"Aatrox, are you coming here?" Aheng asked from inside the magic mirror.

“I’ll listen to whatever you say, little one.” Aatrox chuckled. “Old friend, I hope your strength hasn’t declined over the years.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the image on the magic mirror became blurry and quickly dimmed.

This magical item has run out of magic power.

LeBlanc released the magic mirror, her body turning into shadow and merging into the earth.

She sent only an avatar, so it seems Mordekaiser won't be able to see her real body until he's driven back.

"We're leaving now."

Just as Ator was about to activate his blood energy to transform into a flesh giant, Riven suddenly placed her hand on his shoulder and shook her head.

"You've used up too much energy, let me do it."

She gave Atto no chance to speak, her body rising higher and higher, and with a light leap, she arrived at Gallio's place of settlement outside the city.

"You rascal..." Ato didn't insist, happy to have a chance to hitch a ride, and turned around to follow.

Riven kept her height at fifty meters, level with Galio, and easily lifted the stone giant by the waist with both hands, hoisting him onto her shoulders.

"If you're tired, it's my turn." Ato casually found a comfortable position to sit on top of Galio's head.

"Hehe, I have inexhaustible stamina, be careful not to fall!" Riven smiled, pushed off the ground with both feet, spread her wings on her back, and covered two or three hundred meters with each step, quickly heading west.

Swain watched the two figures disappear, sighed softly, and fell asleep standing up.

……

Demacia, the capital.

Countless undead swarmed beneath the walls of the magic-suppressing city, resembling a zombie siege in the apocalypse.

They used their sharp claws to scratch or claw, leaving marks on the snow-white city wall.

In front of the city gate reinforced with Demacian steel, several abominations used their massive bodies to push forward, trying to break through a passage.

A team of fearless vanguards held the city gate firmly, each of them possessing strength dozens or even hundreds of times that of an ordinary person, and they managed to block the attack with relative ease.

But the dents on the gate were increasing, and if this continued, the gate would collapse before the fearless vanguard ran out of energy.

Click!

A crack appeared in the city gate, followed by the entry of dark yellow mist.

"Stop pushing forward! The fog is poisonous! Everyone retreat!" the vanguard captain shouted. Information about the underworld had already been distributed to all soldiers through Dawn Fortress.

No sooner had the fearless vanguard left than the city gate burst open, and a stench assaulted the senses.

No one dared approach the stench-filled abominations. They possessed immense strength, but their only means of attack was the cold weapons in their hands; poison gas was deadly to them.

Whoosh whoosh!

A flock of griffins soared through the sky, followed by a hail of crossbow bolts—long-range support from the Sentinel organization.

However, the abomination's momentum was not affected in the slightest; the crossbow bolts pierced the flesh, feeling like an itch to this creature that had no pain receptors.

Worse still, more and more "wanderers" entered Xiongdu through the breach, scattered across the streets, and began chasing after the people who had not had time to evacuate.

"Make way, follow me and charge!" A petite figure bypassed the fearless vanguard and rushed towards the broken city gate.

She wielded a massive hammer that seemed disproportionately large for her size, her long tan hair was tied in pigtails, a cute little fang peeked out from the corner of her mouth, and she wore Demacian-style steel armor.

A layer of golden light covered her body as she charged into the abhorrent poisonous gas.

The Yordles are unaffected!

"It's Lady Poppy!" The fearless vanguards were invigorated and swarmed forward along her route.

Poppy emitted an invisible force field, granting everyone else the protection of Runeterra.

When poison gas is no longer a threat, the fearless vanguard, each a superhuman with the strength to fly bricks, launch a counterattack under the cover of giant shields.

Poppy let out a low shout and slammed his holy hammer into the ground. The golden shockwave shattered the "Wanderers" in the front row, scattering their bones everywhere.

The giant hammer gleamed with golden light and spun like a windmill, clearing a space from the dense sea of ​​undead.

The tiny figure dragged a warhammer taller than a man, and no one could stop him.

If the city wall can't stop all enemies, then she will be the second wall.