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

Ato walked through the corridor and came to a dimly lit space.

The interior space of the building is not large, with only one room and no windows. Combined with the obstruction of the corridor, the entire room is filled with an eerie atmosphere.

However, there were two burning braziers in the corner of the room, providing light, but the weak flames flickered and would soon go out if no fuel was added.

"They'll be back soon, so hurry."

Ator saw a neat cube-shaped box on the altar in the room. The box itself was transparent and filled with black liquid.

Atto stepped forward, picked it up, studied it briefly, and then sent a wisp of blood energy from the demonic sword on his back into it before quickly withdrawing it.

"Is this the thing? It's quite useful even for mortals." Aatrox analyzed the results of the blood energy just now.

"Just one drop, whether drunk or left as a mark, is enough to learn Shadow Arts. And how many drops are there? Enough to create an entire legion that masters Shadow Arts!"

No wonder Zed needs this. He can use the Tear of Shadows to teach ordinary people shadow magic, and then use the shadow army to attack Noxus!

Looking at the box in his hand, Ato was lost in memories.

He remembered that when he first started playing the game, Zed was a complete villain who betrayed his master and sect for power.

He remembered Shen as a tragic figure burdened with many responsibilities, whose father was killed by his best brother, leaving him to shoulder the mission of balance alone.

Countless people love playing Zed, and the epic clashes between the two Zeds are still vivid in their minds. However, those who know the backstory will despise Zed's actions.

Now, everything seems to have been reversed.

Shen's father, Kushu, is the mastermind behind it all. His ambition has grown uncontrollably during this war, and he wants to become the ruler of Ionia.

That's why Atto scoffed at what Ku said.

He put the Shadow Tear back, took one of the drops, and absorbed it into the Demon Sword, to see if Aatrox could develop a new ability.

Less than half an hour after Atuo left, Kushuo appeared in the room.

He didn't notice that a single Shadow Tear was missing; he simply picked up the box, his eyes filled with greed.

……

Dukur finally received the reinforcements he had been longing for.

He returned to the western coast of Navoli province and watched a warship slowly approaching in the distance. He felt that he could finally get a good night's sleep.

Another warship sailed around from the north, attempting to bypass Navoli province and launch an attack from the northeast of Ionia.

Dukur already knew this from the Pale Lady.

“Today I will find a Vastaya woman.” Dukur recalled the unique race that lived in Ionia.

Those beautiful women with animalistic features aroused Dukur's long-suppressed desires.

But after witnessing Irelia's power, he suffered from insomnia and became anxious about the power of the Ionians.

The arrival of reinforcements finally put Dukur's mind at ease, and his desires began to swell uncontrollably.

He ordered his men to prepare to provide backup, but then he saw something fly overhead.

It looks like a human?

The thing was enveloped in a dazzling array of colors, leaving a long trail behind it as it flew.

Then it flew toward the warship that was near the coastline of Navoli province.

"Alert! Alert!"

As the commander, Duguel was the first to realize that there could never be such a person in the Noxian army!

The image of the girl with her face covered in blood flashed through his mind, and he came to a conclusion.

The hidden forces of Ionia have finally been unleashed!

"Sir! Urgent intelligence!"

The messenger hurriedly ran to Dukur's side and handed him the note.

"Many monks have appeared at the front lines? But they haven't made any moves?"

Dukur frowned, realizing that this matter seemed to be more complicated than it appeared.

The concept of monks does not exist in Noxus, or even in the entire continent of Valoran.

He only learned about monks and other ascetics after arriving in Ionia.

“We were ready for battle, but they stopped a few kilometers from the front-line camp and paced back and forth there,” the adjutant added.

"Is it because of the obstruction of the troops at the front?"

"Sir, our troops spotted the monks and immediately advanced, but the monks retreated at the same time, and the distance was not closed. Because of their strange behavior, we did not act rashly."

Dukur nodded: "You were right not to take any action. Who knows what special abilities those monks might have?"

The figure that had just flown overhead alerted him; perhaps it was the leader of the monks.

"Since that thing's target is a warship, let's see how things go before making a decision. There are four or five thousand elite imperial soldiers on board. I don't believe they can cause any trouble!"

In Noxus, the ability to fly is even rarer than that of a mage.

Dukur had only ever seen the airships that the Empire had purchased from Piltover.

Aside from these man-made objects, the only person he knew who possessed the ability to fly was the Pale Lady.

When Dukur witnessed a human being able to fly, he immediately equated that person's strength with that of the Pale Lady.

"Pale Lady... facing a warship and so many soldiers, she shouldn't have survived, right?"

If Aatrox were here before he met Atrox, he would definitely curse, "Insignificant mortal!"

The figure finally flew onto the deck of the warship that had come to provide support.

Boom!

A loud bang was heard, and Dukur instinctively covered his head with his hands.

The next moment, he saw the most memorable scene of his life.

Towering waves crashed toward the shore.

The massive warship, capable of carrying four to five thousand people, increased its draft by more than ten meters simply because of the mysterious figure's landing!

It should be noted that, under normal circumstances, the height of the warships manufactured by the Empire above the water is no more than forty meters!

"Back! Retreat!" Dukur shouted desperately.

The stunned soldiers instinctively dropped their weapons and fled in panic toward the inland areas of Navoli province, not even bothering to pack up their makeshift tents around the coastline.

Dukur moved as soon as he spoke, and just as he ran out of the camp near the coastline, a giant wave rushed towards him.

Swish!

The seawater surged onto the land, and everything, including the Noxian military camps built along the coastline, was instantly destroyed.

After Dukur ran out of the camp, the seawater enveloped his body.

The tsunami caused by a single warship is ultimately limited. After a moment of suffocation, Dukur lay on the beach, not bothering to count the remaining soldiers around him, and hurriedly looked at the warship that had been landed on by unknown figures in the distance.

The warship rocked at sea, but ultimately did not capsize.

A few minutes later, the rocking warship gradually stabilized.

"That thing that flew onto the ship should be dead. It really overestimated itself..."

As soon as Dukur finished speaking, the imperial warship carrying five thousand reinforcements bloomed on the sea like a brilliant firework.

At this moment, he no longer wanted to find Vastaya women.