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

The war in Runeterra is different from what Ator remembers from his previous life.

Most muskets were not powerful enough to penetrate armor made of iron spikes, so heavy axes and machetes were the few options available to soldiers.

As for Ionia, Noxus's investigation revealed that they hadn't even invented firearms.

Apart from a small number of mages who possess other means of attack, warfare in this world is still in the stage of cold weapons.

"Are there ten more mages on the ship?" Ato sat on his bed, chatting with Gil and the others.

“Yes, mages generally don’t want to join the army. Isn’t it better to be respected by others outside?” Jill said eloquently. “Mages are very powerful, but they are also very fragile. They can die just like everyone else on the battlefield.”

"But I didn't expect that even the mages wouldn't have separate rooms after boarding the ship; they lived just like us!"

“Still not strong enough.” Atto fully embodied the Noxian.

"I've heard that powerful mages can summon tsunamis, blast mountains apart, and conjure hurricanes. If you have that kind of power, you can join us and become a general right away."

“Hey, if you have that kind of strength, there’s even less chance you’d join the army.” Jill waved her hand. “I know a mage on the ship, and I only know about the situation on the mage’s side from him.”

"My friend can use fire magic and launch fireballs, but as soon as I get close to him with my axe, he surrenders immediately!"

"Can even ordinary soldiers defeat mages?"

Ato was curious about what most mages were like; all he knew were players like Ryze and Syndra...

"An ordinary soldier is definitely not enough. I'm someone who can last five moves against a Valkyrie, how could I be an ordinary soldier?"

Jill was slightly displeased, but she quickly put it out of her mind. After all, in her eyes, this person was a formidable figure who had defeated the Valkyrie and successfully won her heart.

"Those mages rely on their magic skills and neglect physical training. My mage friend can't even lift my axe!"

As he spoke, Jill picked up his battle axe from beside his feet. Atto took it and tried it; it was indeed a weight that no ordinary person could lift.

"Speaking of which, Harris, where did you get your greatsword? It looks to be just as good as the Valkyrie's Runeblade!"

"Calm down, you old man!"

With Aatrox's reminder, he ignored Gil's gesture of touching the scabbard.

Don't forget that Aatrox's true form is a demon sword; an ordinary person would be sucked into the battlefield within Aatrox's mental space simply by touching it.

Only Athos defeated Aatrox and became the wielder of the Demon Sword.

"Hehe, it was forged for me by a reclusive blacksmith. Because his skill was so great, so many people wanted him to forge things for them, so he simply went into seclusion. I begged him for a long time before he agreed to help me."

"Too skilled: referring to a blacksmith at a demigod level..." Ato thought to himself.

Ator only answered the question about the origin of the scabbard, but to Jill it sounded like both the greatsword and the scabbard were forged by that blacksmith.

He stood up and tried to lift the demon sword with his hands.

"So heavy?" Jill exclaimed in surprise. "It's equivalent to two of my battle axes. No wonder you were able to defeat the Valkyrie..."

Dude, is Valkyrie some new unit of measurement for combat power? Like Gazef Stonovov from Runeterra?

A kingdom warrior captain, a squad swordsman captain, well, they really do look quite alike...

Just as Atto stopped complaining, Jill patted him on the shoulder.

"Brother, could you introduce me to that blacksmith? If I come back alive, I'll pay him a satisfactory price and have him forge a weapon for me!"

“This…” Atto thought to himself, even if I introduce him to you, can you really find him?

Who knows if that big shovel will change its position next time?

The title of demigod would also frighten him.

“No, please don’t,” Atto shook his head in refusal. “He made it clear to me that if I bring anyone else, he will never see me again!”

"Is that so... It's alright, brother, my battle axe is still sharp!" Jill didn't look disappointed; the most important thing right now was to survive on the battlefield.

Atto glanced at the sky outside the window, slung his greatsword over his shoulder, and bid farewell to the others, saying, "It's almost time, I'm leaving now!"

“Go!” Jill gave him a knowing look.

"I was really just sparring..." Atto's explanation was weak and feeble.

Stepping out of the room and down the stairs in the corridor, there is an area where soldiers can practice and hone their skills.

Yes, there are places like this on warships!

However, space is limited and there are many soldiers, so they have to queue up and wait for the space to become available.

However, Riven was granted special permission by Admiral Amistan to always have the right to use a certain area, on the condition that she cannot activate runes there.

Ato took advantage of this opportunity to disappear from Jill's sight.

When he entered the training ground, which was no more than twenty square meters and had been specially reinforced, Riven was already waiting there.

"So late today?" Riven said as she drew her Runeblade.

“I talked to Jill and the others for a long time. They’re a good bunch.” Atto also drew his weapon.

“Actually, I can sense that they want to be friends with me, but… unfortunately, I can’t.” Riven swung her sword horizontally, but it was blocked and deflected by Atto.

"I can imagine them dying on the battlefield, and that feeling is enough to make me suffer." Riven launched another attack, increasing the frequency of her attacks.

“Then take care of them on the battlefield.” Ato blocked Riven’s sword without any pressure. “You can have them follow you, just like they are members of your squad.”

"On the battlefield, all you can do is protect yourself. Otherwise, I won't let my friends die!" Riven's sword strike carried the grief and indignation of ten years of fighting.

Atto couldn't offer any advice, so he could only sigh inwardly and accompany her through today's training.

They didn't return to their rooms until sunset.

The warship sailed at sea for more than ten days. The soldiers ate and trained in an orderly manner. Those who couldn't get a training ground simply exercised in their rooms or on the deck.

On that day, Amistan's voice echoed throughout the entire warship.

They were one hundred nautical miles from the island of Philol in Ionia.

The atmosphere on the entire ship fell silent.

The soldiers donned their armor, took their weapons, ate their last meal before the battle, and stood either on the deck or in the corridor in front of their rooms, quietly awaiting the final moment.

A cannon shot broke the silence.

The gunner in charge of operating the cannon spotted the Ionian fishing boat that had come out to fish. Without hesitation, he lit the fuse and sank the small fishing boat.

Other fishing boats in the distance, seeing such a huge creature approaching, quickly turned around and returned to Philol Island.

The pursuing shells were too far away and missed, falling into the water.

But how could a small fishing boat possibly compete with a warship in terms of speed? It was quickly overtaken and sunk.