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Tariq began to feel uncomfortable and was soon viewed as an insubordinate soldier, receiving special attention.

Galen urged him to tense up and fulfill his mission.

He could see that Taric had the potential to become one of Valoran's greatest heroes - yet he seemed to have no respect for fate, or even his homeland.

In order to prevent him from being demoted, Tariq was assigned to temporarily serve as the accompanying assistant to the Sword Captain of the Vanguard Regiment, which both of them were dissatisfied with.

However, when Captain Old Sword and the rest of his entourage were killed in battle, Taric was absent from duty... Rumor has it that he was wandering the corridors of a nearby forgotten temple ruins.

Nothing to argue with.

More than a dozen warriors died, and Tariq must be put on the executioner's chopping block.

However, seeking a final mercy for his friend, Galen intervened.

As the successor to Captain Sword, he sentenced Taric to the "Crown of Stone" - according to Demacia's oldest tradition, he would be sent to climb Mount Targon, and almost no one would be able to reach the top in the process. Survive.

While the Stonecrown usually acquiesces to those who have lost their dignity to escape Demacia, self-imposed exile and a new life, Taric boarded the first ship south and vowed to truly make amends for himself. fault.

The journey to climb Mount Targon almost swallowed him up, leaving him physically and mentally exhausted, falling down and getting up countless times.But Taric pushed past the boundaries of pain, the ghosts of his fallen comrades, and the other trials the mountain had to throw at him.

As he approached the top, a new wave of scenes surrounded him, and he was filled with loss and destruction...

He saw the Albasid Library being swallowed up by the abyss and flames...but he resolutely rushed into the fire of purgatory in order to save the poems written by Tong.

He saw the Frost Guard driving the last remaining Dream Deer in the world down the Howling Abyss... and he jumped in desperately to save it.

In front of the gate of the Immortal Fortress, Taric saw Galen's mutilated body hanging on the gallows... He knelt down weakly, then raised his shield and rushed towards the Noxian army waiting in front without hesitation.

When the scene faded, Taric found himself standing on the highest point of Targon, and he was not alone.

In front of him, something humanoid stood there, its crystal face glowing with the light of stars, its voice like a thousand whispers, cutting through Tarik like a blade.

It told him the truth about the world, but somehow he felt like he'd known it all along.It also tells that he has been unknowingly preparing a mantle throughout his life, and all his decisions and actions are so that he can stand here at this moment, at the top of Mount Targon.

Next he will become the Shield of Valoran, standing firm in the great war that is yet to come.

Taric was reborn as the Protector Protoss. He was endowed with power and meaning unimaginable by mortals, and he readily accepted this new calling - to serve as the steadfast guardian of the entire world.

Robin looked at the endless plains, but the shadow of an uninvited guest appeared in his eyes.

What was once lush and green has now been devastated by war.

The loss of life will be great, but I cannot save those who have brought it upon themselves.The son, the father, is still alive.

Demacians and Noxians are eternal enemies, always being pushed together like magnets by some larger force.

There are many defenders who defend their superficial ideals. They are all obstacles to me. They are all fighting in this small open space with almost joy, without any idea of ​​their true importance.

The two armies were engaged in a melee, each side throwing its full weight into this dance of destruction.

I could try to reason with them, ask them to move on and fight elsewhere, but my former compatriots now viewed me as something between a traitor and a evil being, Noxian, how should I say? Noxians have always been impatient.

My usual weapons—intelligence, charm, and enthusiasm—were useless in this maelstrom of despair.

So I push the troublemakers aside and crush the troublemakers underfoot.

With all the horrors in the world happening around me, I was very close to my goal.

There, in the center of the raging battlefield, the flames of color called to me - a beautiful life about to die, trampled under boots covered in mud and blood.

This life stood there bravely, unruly amidst the roar and filth created by the armored thugs. Its beauty was like the clear song of a crystal wind chime.

It is the last flower of the plant and if it dies there will be no next one to bloom.I can't allow it to die.

The generals of the two armies in the midst of a fierce battle paused and saw me approaching, an uninvited guest in their final battle.

They faced me, suddenly united and united, sharing the same hatred for my uninvited arrival.

I stood in the middle of the two armies, looking like I was waiting for the death embrace to come from all directions.The soldiers were approaching me cautiously, their sword-holding hands trembling. Unlike them, I knew why I was fighting.

Robin recovered his mind, looked at Aphelios and said calmly: "Before we go to Blessed Island, we can seek help from Tarik."

Aphelios was silent for a while, and finally nodded, he was willing to try.

"Are you really going to find Tariq?"

The businessman was very puzzled. Mount Targon was full of dangers. In addition to bandits, there were also many warriors who had been training here. They were not easy to deal with either.

He looked at Aphelios and Luo Bing, their thin figures hiding great power.

He smiled and said, "Perhaps I can show you another way."

"I don't care. If you are in danger, we may not be able to save you."

Robin prerequisites and businessmen to take precautions.

At night, the wind howled.

The businessman pointed to a shining star and said, "That is part of the constellation 'Pantheon', the God of War, and he is a man named Atreus.

From an early age, he knew that fighting was his destiny.

He, like many children in the tribe, was training with the goal of joining Ra'khor's military order, the Ra'horak.

Atreus was never the strongest or most skilled warrior, but he somehow persevered, standing up with bloodstains and bruises after each bout.

After a while, he developed a fierce confrontation with his fellow recruit Paras.But no matter how many times Atreus was thrown to the stone surface, he stood up again.

His perseverance impressed Paras with admiration, and the blood they shed on the training ground forged a true brotherhood.

Atreus and Pylas encountered a barbarian invasion during a patrol, and they were the only two survivors of the entire Rakkor patrol.

When the Sun Protoss refused to attack these invaders, Atreus and Paras vowed to seize the power of the Protoss themselves, and they decided to climb to the top of Mount Targon.

Like many who had come before them, they underestimated the brutality of the climb.

Before Paras reached the top of the mountain, his life was like a candle in the wind, and finally disappeared with a slight shudder.

When the sky opens and only Atreus remains, he will become the carrier of the divine star spirit, and he will have the power of revenge.

But it was not human beings who returned to the Rakkor tribe, but Pantheon himself, the war protoss with shining spears and shining round shields.

He decided that Atreus was unworthy because he was a defeated warrior, so it took his body completely and used it to achieve its goals - a task too difficult for mortals.

Atreus was sealed into the farthest corner of his mind, and could only see the protoss walking around the world through vague visions, searching for darkspawn - living weapons created in ancient times.

Later, Pantheon, in a rage, participated in a battle not far from Mount Targon. What awaited him was the dark sword demon Aatrox who was pursuing the top of Mount Targon.

That battle started from the ground to the sky, sweeping across the human army below... In the end, the impossible happened.

The Darkin's Godslayer pierced Pantheon's chest, carving a sword in the sky's war constellation.

But as the star spirit gradually dissipated, Atreus, the person it considered weak, woke up again.He was pierced by Aatrox's blade, the power of the protoss weapon fading, and he gasped and spat in the darkin's face.

Aatrox sneered and left Atreus to die.

A few hours later, when the crows began to fall, Atreus endured the pain and stood up again, staggering back to the Rakkor tribe, leaving a blood-stained road behind him.

After a lifetime of failure, his will to live and rage at being betrayed were enough to delay his death, even if it had taken the God of War himself.

Atreus woke up in the home of Pylas, whose widow Iura nursed him back to health.

There, Atreus understood that he had been looking up at the stars all his life, but had never thought about the world under the stars.

Mortals, unlike gods, fight because they have no choice, because they know death is always waiting.

He saw this resilience in all life, for the threat of death never ends.

Indeed, barbarian invaders now threaten the Rakkor settlements to the north, including Iura's farm.

Although Atreus would need to recuperate for several months before he could raise the spear, he decided to put an end to this disaster himself.

Finally, he set out with the dim weapons left behind by the protoss.

However, when he arrived, he found that his sworn enemy had been attacked.

From their screams and the strong smell of blood... Atreus knew that they were facing Aatrox.

Atreus realized that it was Aatrox who had driven the savages to Targon.

Although he had considered them enemies, they were no different from the Rakkhor - mortals torn by strife caught between two greater powers.

Atreus shared the same resentment against darkin and protoss.

They are all the same.They are all problems in themselves.

Atreus stood between the barbarians and Aatrox.The darkin recognized that the scarred shield and spear belonged to the fallen protoss, and sneered at him - now that Atreus does not have the power of Pantheon, what hope is there?He fell to his knees under Aatrox's attack, but when Atreus heard the cries of those around him, his will ignited the protoss' spears.With a powerful leap, he cut off the Darkin's sword-holding arm with one blow.

Both the sword and the darkin fell to the ground, but Atreus stood upright as he saw his namesake star come to life again in the sky.

Although Atreus often thought about returning to Iura's farm, he made a vow that day to fight against the protoss, the Ascended, the daemons, and any being who was too powerful because they could only destroy.

He abandoned his original name and became the new Pantheon - the weapons of the protoss are now imbued with a new will to fight, and can only burn when facing death.

Pantheon's divinity has departed, and the God of War must be reborn among mortals. "

"Didn't the dark descendants be driven out?"

Robin stared at the businessman curiously, this was obviously a story from the past.

But when he mentioned all this, the businessman's serious expression told her that it didn't seem that simple.

"Yes, but a new round of crisis will come soon.

Do you two want to experience the ascension of Atreus, the god of war? "

Robin hesitated and finally nodded.

The businessman took out a magic potion, and after they drank it, dreamlike things happened.

In the ruins of Nerimajie, they didn't feel like they were making a leap.The magic of the stars burns its mark in the sky along the path of Atreus - this is the feeling of falling.

After all, Atreus was only a mortal.

On the swirling dunes around him, a band of Lahorak fought.This group of warriors from the Solar Cult traveled a long way from the temple on Mount Targon.

With fifty spears in total, they traveled deep into the desert for three weeks—a distance that Atreus could have covered in just a moment.

They came to investigate a power that was growing even as they themselves were losing money.

Here, the sun they worship always shines brightly, and the shadow of history still seems to be imprinted on the desert, outlining the remaining remains of the lost empire in ancient times.

The high halls and wide buildings have now been buried by the sand dunes.The sun that once allowed mortals to ascend to heaven has long since sunk sadly into the earth.

Shurima was born here and died here.

It was at Nerrimajer that the first Ascended Ones were created.

They were supposed to defend Shurima against any threat.However, before they died and the country was destroyed, those who ascended fell into madness during hundreds of years of disputes, turned into dark descendants, trampled and ravaged the world, and were eventually imprisoned.

However, Atreus knew very well that some abomination born of Shurima's hubris was still alive...

The sound of metal rang in Atreus's ears, and a spear passed by Atreus' helmet.Spear after spear.

The sound grew into a high-pitched war cry, and the Lahorak unleashed their power.However, just as the sky was filled with gold and iron, a magical explosion swept across the spear's trajectory, carving a mark of destruction in the ruins.