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

Atto did not encounter much resistance when he led the prisoners away; the resistance forces' frontal restraints were effective.

The prisoners had been held captive for so many days, and the Noxians had only given them the bare minimum of food, leaving them extremely weak.

However, given the chance to escape, the prisoners gritted their teeth and mustered a sliver of strength to follow Atto out of Presidium.

Upon exiting the Sanctuary, Athos saw that Swain had already begun his battle with Irelia.

Irelia noticed the prisoners and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She nodded to Atto, signaling him to take the prisoners, and then focused all her attention on the battle.

"Where to go!"

Upon seeing this, a Noxian soldier quickly broke free from the rebels who were entangled with him and swung his heavy axe at Ator.

"Get out of the way!"

Ator didn't have time to waste on him; he had to send the prisoner away immediately, otherwise it would be terrible if Swain died at Irelia's hands.

when!

The terrifyingly heavy battle axe and the demonic sword collided and were instantly deflected, a crack appearing on the soldier's spiked armor.

"go!"

Atto didn't delay and led the prisoners away from the battlefield.

The armor struck by Atto split in two, and the soldier's body followed suit.

Meanwhile, the battle between Irelia and Swain intensifies.

Swain held his longsword across his neck to block a throwing knife that was trying to slit his throat, but was kicked in the chest by Irelia and staggered back several steps.

Before he could even regain his footing, the throwing knives came flying at him. Swain’s longsword blocked most of them, but some still left bloodstains on his arms and face.

Irelia seized the opportunity to press her advantage, briefly obscuring Swain's vision with her throwing knife before leaping up and kicking him in the head again.

The armor absorbed the impact of the first kick, but Swain wasn't wearing a helmet like the other soldiers, and the second kick caused a brief stun.

When his gaze refocused, he saw only a throwing knife growing larger in his eyes.

Whoosh!

Swain quickly rolled away, dodging the fatal blow, and this time he chose to take the initiative.

As Swain rose, he hurled his longsword at Irelia, forcing her to return the throwing knife to reassemble into a complete family crest, thus blocking the attack.

Swain seized the opportunity to close the distance, and without using any other weapons, he simply rammed into her with his strong body.

Irelia was just a fourteen-year-old girl, and Swain was like a mountain in front of her.

Boom!

Irelia was thrown into the air, and the family crest fragments went out of control and scattered on the ground.

Swain wasn't about to let this excellent opportunity to pursue slip by; he picked up his longsword and thrust it towards Irelia's body.

This scene was witnessed by a nearby rebel, who swiftly stepped in front of Irelia.

"Chief, I'm here to help you!"

Pfft!

No sooner had he finished speaking than Swain knocked the rebel's battle axe away and plunged it into his heart.

"Don't talk unnecessary words during battle, it will distract you."

Swain tossed the rebel corpses aside, intending to continue his offensive against Irelia.

However, the brief delay created by the resistance fighters' sacrifices had an effect. Irelia, who had been thrown into the air, had recovered and was staring at Swain with eyes full of rage.

The fragments of the family crest resurfaced around her and were launched toward Swain.

Swain was forced to retreat once again, and even someone as composed as him felt a sense of frustration.

These throwing knives are so annoying; Swain's strength in close combat is completely wasted.

Irelia understood this as well; she couldn't match Swain's physical strength, so she relied on her long reach to engage Swain in a prolonged fight.

The throwing knives never hit a vital spot, but they continued to worsen Swain's wounds.

"Trier!"

A sorrowful and indignant female voice rang out, and Swain found himself being tightly embraced from behind.

The female rebel had a resolute expression on her face, wanting to die together with Swain.

The rebel soldier who was just killed by Swain was her husband.

"Chief! Quickly!"

Swain raised his longsword and severed one of the woman's arms, about to break free of her control.

Having witnessed a couple about to sacrifice themselves to protect her, Irelia suddenly felt a silence around her.

The soldiers who had been shouting battle had all disappeared, and it was pitch black all around. She could only see a hazy halo in the distance.

A beam of light emanated from it and enveloped Irelia.

"Soul of Ionia... I understand."

The next moment, a beam of light burst forth from Irelia and the fragments of the Zan family crest, drawing the attention of everyone present.

"Ionia will never perish!"

With Irelia's shout, all the fragments lined up neatly and slashed towards Swain with astonishing force.

As soon as Swain broke free from the control of the female resistance fighters, he saw the throwing knives, enveloped in a layer of light, coming towards him.

It was too late to dodge; he only had time to lean his body slightly to the right.

Swish!

A flash of white light, and Swain's left arm was severed!

Blood splattered, and the excruciating pain from the severed wound nearly made Swain faint.

"Fight for the land where we were born!"

At this moment, it seemed that all the rebels had gained some kind of connection, and they, who were originally somewhat exhausted, once again burst forth with powerful strength.

“Ionia…” Blood rushed to his throat, and Swain’s voice became hoarse.

Whoosh!

A beam of white light pierced through Swain's right leg, destroying his kneecap.

Swain could no longer maintain his standing position and collapsed in front of Irelia.

Seeing Swain severely injured and completely unable to move, Irelia hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not choose to end his life immediately.

She wanted to confront the invaders' commander after the war ended.

"Fei! How are you?!"

Irelia arrived in front of the female rebel who had previously blocked Swain; she had now lost all her arms.

Although he has lost a lot of blood, he is not in immediate danger of dying.

“Leader… well done…” the female rebel named Fei said weakly.

"Don't speak yet, we haven't completely won yet, hold on!"

Irelia once again leaped into the battlefield, her family crest fragments flying, rapidly reaping the lives of Noxian soldiers.

The soldiers witnessed Swain's fall; they had lost their commander, and their morale plummeted.

These soldiers were nowhere near as formidable as Swain; had he not single-handedly held off Irelia, Noxus would have fallen much faster.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

Ordinary soldiers couldn't even see the trajectory of the throwing knife, but they still gritted their teeth and charged towards Irelia, only to fall halfway there.

Noxus has no deserters!

After a bloody battle between Irelia and the resistance, the seven or eight hundred Noxian soldiers who had occupied Presidium were all wiped out two hours later.