The player is playing like a god, but their cheat code is Aatrox.

Chapter 175

Aatrox and Karl were locked in a fierce battle, each clash of their greatswords and scythes unleashing towering energy shockwaves.

Two figures, one in dark red and the other in dark purple, moved at high speed across the battlefield, clashing and exchanging blows, causing floors to crack and buildings to crumble in their wake.

The two seemed like two ancient ferocious beasts vying for dominance over this wasteland.

Tsukasa Kadoya and Kaito squatted on a half-collapsed boulder some distance away, all that was missing was a bucket of popcorn.

Varus stood on a broken wall, his amethyst bow held horizontally in front of him, watching the battle with great interest.

He didn't intervene for the time being, but simply watched quietly as the dark red, berserk figure unleashed its destructive power across the battlefield.

Aatrox is still the same Aatrox; even after being sealed away for thousands of years, he can't change the madness in his bones that destroys everything.

The next second, his senses suddenly tightened.

He almost instinctively flipped and leaped off the broken wall, his movements so fast that he left a blur in the air.

The instant he leaped out, a sharp blade of light cleaved the broken wall he had been standing on in two.

The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and the upper half of the broken wall slid slowly down the smooth cut surface, crashing to the ground with a thud and kicking up a cloud of dust.

After landing, Varus quickly regained his balance, his gaze sharp as a knife as he looked towards the direction from which the blade had come.

"Aheng! What do you mean?"

Varus narrowed his eyes, his fingers already on the bowstring, dark purple void power gathering at the tip of the arrow, making half of his face flicker between light and shadow.

"What do you mean?"

Aheng slowly sheathed his sword, his tone as calm as if he were stating a predetermined ending.

"Our ideas were different in the past, and they are still different now."

Indeed, Varus wanted revenge, while Aheng wanted to free him.

From the very beginning, they were two parallel lines destined never to intersect, only temporarily standing side by side on the battlefield of Runeterra.

Seeing that Yaheng was attacking Varus, Ge Xiaolun and Cheng Yaowen, who were standing nearby, did not hesitate any longer. The two of them each took a corner and firmly surrounded Varus in the center.

Varus's face grew increasingly grim:

"Why not attack Aatrox and Rhaast?"

Aheng glanced at the two figures still fiercely fighting in the distance and said calmly:

"I will not disturb their battle. This is their final celebration... Afterwards, I will seal them all away."

Aatrox: You're just bragging. You just want to reap the benefits without lifting a finger.

He paused, then raised the crescent-shaped longsword again, and the sun patterns on the blade suddenly lit up.

The flames, a blend of holy light and void, illuminated half of his cold, stern face.

"And you can now prepare to return to the seal."

Veins bulged on Verus's face, his blood-red eyes fixed on Aheng:

"Absolutely impossible!"

Varus pulled the bowstring of the Amethyst Bow to its limit, and three void arrows were lined up on the bow arm.

The dark purple light from the arrow tip ionized the surrounding air, turning it into an eerie purplish-black color.

A vicious grin spread across his face, and the anger that had been suppressed for so long finally burst forth at this moment.

"Aheng, you're always the same. Thousands of years have passed, and you haven't changed at all."

"Back in Runeterra, Aatrox wanted to fight, I wanted revenge, Naafiel wanted to seize power, and Rhaast wanted bloodlust."

"Only you! You actually helped those Protoss spirits seal us away!"

Varus's voice was filled with the fury of betrayal.

"You are not worthy of being our comrade-in-arms."

Aheng remained remarkably calm in the face of Varus's rage.

No, you are wrong.

"You have been corrupted by the Void; you are no longer the Ascended Warriors of Shurima."

"I just... don't want you to keep making these mistakes, I don't want you to continue suffering like this..."

"You speak so righteously, aren't you a Darkin too!" With that, Varus no longer hesitated, and immediately released the bowstring, sending three void arrows tearing through the air toward Ahn.

The trajectory of an arrow is not a straight line, but rather it splits, changes direction, and accelerates continuously in the air, with each split producing more arrows.

Aheng did not back down.

The crescent-shaped longsword danced in his hands, forming an impenetrable curtain of blades.

Each void arrow that struck the blade barrier was precisely cleaved in two, and the shattered void energy accumulated into a dark purple mist wall around the barrier.

Ge Xiaolun and Cheng Yaowen easily blocked the arrows that Varus was scattering.

The Void Greatsword cleaved the rain of arrows in two with a horizontal slash, while the Dark Gold Spear shattered the remaining Void energy with a flick.

Varus's archery skills were always known for their unpredictability and versatility on the battlefield, but now he was surrounded by three Darkin.

Every arrow he shot was intercepted with pinpoint accuracy.

To put it bluntly, aside from the few Darkin characters mentioned only briefly in the backstory, Varus is probably the weakest.

He wasn't weak; it's just that his other clansmen were all incredibly monstrous.

Aatrox is a pure weapon of destruction, Rhaast is a bloodthirsty berserker, and Nayafiri is a hunter of a hundred dogs.

Varus's signature Arrow of Vengeance ultimately fell short in the face of an absolute power disparity.

On one side, Varus was putting on a desperate fight, like "three heroes battling Lu Bu," while on the other side, Invoker was being completely overwhelmed by Aatrox.

The Darkin Greatsword and the Void Scythe clashed violently once more, and Karl's arms went numb from the impact, with dark purple blood beads gushing from his tiger's mouth.

Aatrox's offensive was like a relentless storm.

Each sword strike was heavier and faster than the last.

The crimson patterns on the sword were so bright they were almost blinding, and the entire greatsword seemed to be infused with molten lava, radiating intense heat.

Karl retreated continuously, the ground beneath his feet cleaved into deep, bottomless cracks by Aatrox's strikes.

Aatrox cleaved Karl back more than ten meters with a single sword strike, and watching his opponent struggle to regain his footing, he threw his head back and laughed wildly:

"Little mouse! Weren't you so arrogant just now? What, after witnessing the true power of the Darkin, you're already losing your footing?"

"Then kneel down and shout 'Great Lord Aatrox, spare my life!' If Great Lord Aatrox is in a good mood, he might let you go!"

Karl kept his head down and did not answer. His clothes had been torn to shreds in the battle, revealing his skin covered with dark purple patterns.

The patterns were fading at a visible speed, like embers burning out, with only a few faint sparks struggling on the edge.

Aatrox clicked his tongue: "Tsk, boring."

This battle might not even qualify as a battle; it was more of a one-sided crushing defeat.

It's boring, so incredibly boring.

He glanced at the four figures wrestling in the distance, his gaze lingering on Aheng for a moment longer.

A true fighting spirit ignited deep within those scarlet pupils.

He is the one who is qualified to be my opponent.

Aatrox turned his attention back to Karl:

"Since you've burned out... well, it's time to say goodbye, little mouse."

He raised his greatsword, the crimson patterns on its blade lighting up once more, ready to deliver the final blow.

Karl suddenly looked up at the void and shouted:

"Teacher, if we don't act now, when will we?"