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"...The truth is, no one cares."

Jericho Swain threw down the blood-stained dagger in his hand. In front of him was a trembling man kneeling, and a still warm corpse.

He made a simple gesture, and two guards wearing red and black fine iron plate armor came in and carried the corpse out. Whether it was intentional or not, they didn't take the dagger away.

Swain sat on the chair, his eyes did not rest on the man, but stared at the table in front of him, on which a vast map was laid.

"...Sir, there is still room for remedy." The man said tremblingly. Swain glanced at him in disgust, thinking he couldn't even speak.

coward.

And Noxus doesn't need cowards.

The man's complexion seemed to have become paler, and a small role like them was best at observing words. He hurriedly said: "I also know some magic nodes in the wild! As long as you can destroy those magic nodes, my lord, your army can still easily capture Ionia!"

Swain didn't even look at him, he said, "The Ionian barrier is nothing more than making it difficult for my army to move, but those magic nodes you speak of... hehe."

He gave a low laugh: "I may know your hometown better than you are, Mr. Margery. Your so-called magic node is actually the anchor point of some special creatures in your spiritual realm in the real world— That is, if I send troops to destroy that anchor point, my army will have to face some powerful ancient creatures."

Margery lowered his head, the fear in his heart was beyond words. He regretted why he was a traitor at this moment, and Swain's footsteps were getting closer and closer. In a panic, Margery's eyes floated to the dagger. The blood on it covered the blade, making it impossible for Margery to see his own reflection.

Swain stopped in front of him, turned around, and left him with a defenseless back as if deliberately.

He said, "Mr. Margery, in Noxus, we have, and only one truth. And that truth is the only thing we believe, do you know what it is?"

Swain's words were like a voice from the sky to Margery. He stared at the dagger, and his mind was full of thousands of uncertain thoughts.

"The strong survive. If you have the ability - no matter what it is, then you can find your own place in the empire. No matter your background, whether you are a noble or a slave."

Margery stretched out his hand quietly and held the dagger. Swain seemed to be unaware of it, and he continued his rambling. The bloodshot climbed under Margery's eyeball. He gritted his teeth and stood up slowly, not allowing himself to make a little sound.

"call out!"

The dagger slashed through the air, making a sharp sound. Margery watched as his arm holding the sword was getting closer and closer to Swain's neck, and it was only a matter of time before he could succeed.

And anything that happened after that was out of his consideration, all he knew was that he had to survive—even just a little longer.

Just then, Swain turned his head.

The sky turned dark, and Margery couldn't even see how he shot, so he fell to the ground. The dagger was in Swain's hands, and the man with the meticulously combed hair laughed, and his smile did not appear gentle, but like some kind of dark creature looking at its prey in the dark.

"You're not worthless, Mr. Margery. I've seen many cowards who dare not even resist a little in the face of death, and you, have that courage. The Empire never gives a second chance to those who have courage. Chance."

He spoke slowly, the smile on his face getting bigger and bigger, Margery suddenly felt a panic, and Swain threw the short sword at his feet.

"They haven't found out you're a traitor, have they?"

"Yes... yes." Margery found that his teeth were chattering, but at this moment, he somehow felt the urge to laugh wildly.

"Go back, Mr. Margery... to those compatriots you betrayed," Swain said.

"But, my lord... I, what am I going to do?"

"You don't have to do anything—if you're a true Noxian, you'll know what to do when the Imperial forces have taken that city."

He smiled and said, "Noxus is a spirit, after all. Now go back with that sword."

Margery quickly left the tent, and it didn't take long for a guard to walk in. He was shrouded in black steel, the best armor in Noxus. Forged ore comes from the ground beneath the Ironthorn Mountains.

He bowed his head slightly, and his voice was dull and loud: "Sir, he has left."

"Are the Yalong Dogs, Dragon Lizard Cavalry and the battle group in place?" Swain asked indifferently, sitting behind his desk with his ten fingers in a tower shape and placed under his nose.

"At your command at any time, my lord." The guard bowed slightly.

"Very good." Swain gave a cruel smile. "Pass the order, I'm going to see the gates of Presidian we break through before dawn today - as for the man... Ha, let's see if he actually chooses to be a Noxian ."

"Yes, my lord."

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In the middle of the night, a silent army was moving slowly, and as they stepped up the hills, no one spoke. Only the sound of weapons and armor colliding, and the heavy footsteps of the dragon lizards under their crotch, these violent beasts seemed to be called by their masters, and did not make a sound.

The leading general raised his right fist and made a gesture, without even saying a word, the troop quickly stopped in the darkness.

He took off his helmet, revealing a weather-beaten face, staring in the dark at Presidian not far ahead—their goal of the trip.

What a beautiful city, wait until the Empire liberates them and kills those rotten bureaucrats. They will live out their true selves.

"We were assigned as strikers...you should know what an honor this is," he said slowly.

No one among the cavalry still spoke, only the sound of heavier breathing answered him.

"All four hundred and thirty-two members of the Blood Sons Chapter are here, remember this - after the war, I hope you will still be four hundred and thirty-two. You are wearing the best armor of the Empire, yours Weapons are hammered by those venerable craftsmen. And you yourself..."

He smiled: "You yourself have been tempered little by little in the brutal war. This huge hammer will forge you little by little in this flesh and blood furnace... Now, it's time to prove this something happened."

"It's time to prove that we are the Empire's sharpest sword, not the damned Trefary Legion."

In the battle formation, there was a uniform knocking sound. He knew it was Chapter etiquette to tap his chest with his left hand. Both neat and powerful. General Darius' favorite style.

He put on his helmet, drew his two-handed greatsword behind him, and let out a battle cry: "For Noxus!"

The dragon lizards began to charge.

Dragon lizards are giant reptiles from the southern jungles - they have nothing to do with dragons, and if they have to say it, they only have two horns on their heads that look a bit close relatives. The dragon lizards are named because of their huge size.

There's only one word to describe how big these wild creatures are: Sometimes, they're used as living battering rams.

The 432 members of the Blood Sons Chapter were riding such creatures. They ran wildly in the darkness, and the sound of heavy footsteps seemed to make the earth tremble. The Chapter Master felt a rush of blood—he'd done it no fewer than a hundred times, but every time it made his blood boil.

war-!

He shouted in his heart, watching as they climbed over the next hill as they got closer to the towering megalithic walls of Presidian, they saw a silent giant.

How tall is he? He just stood as high as they were riding on the dragon lizard. The dark figure held a sharp blade full of serrations in his right hand. Seeing them coming, the serrations on the blade began to spin wildly.

There were two scarlet lights in the giant's eyes, no words, or even communication. The Chapter Master of the Blood Sons Chapter realized that this giant was the enemy. He let out a roar, the last one, and rushed up at random.

In the next second, his whole body, along with the dragon lizard, were all cut open by the roaring sawtooth, and his flesh splattered. And he didn't even have time to let out a scream, the last sound he left to the world was that roar.

Kronos nodded, and his deadly and chilling voice sounded under the night after being dealt with by the helmet: "You are a good warrior, and you deserve to die."

The dragon lizard cavalry behind the Chapter Commander rushed towards the giant like a wave. In the first round of the charge, the giant had already killed forty of them. The flesh and blood had dyed his entire body armor from dark blue to red, and there was nothing behind the scarlet eyepieces, only peace.

The remaining three hundred and ninety-two dragon lizards did not speak. They adjusted their formation, pulled out a needle tube from their waists, and inserted it into the neck of the dragon lizard under the crotch. There was nothing left in the eyes of these beasts, and without the rider's urging, they began to spontaneously roar and charge towards the giant.

"Courageous—come on, warriors, death is your best destination."

Kronos praised their fighting will and literacy, but this still did not stop him from killing even a little bit.

The serrations of the chainsaw sword roared non-stop, and the stubble, tendon, and flesh would not be thrown off for more than a second if they hung on it. He could already feel the soles of his feet getting sticky.

Astartes knew what it was, a mixture of flesh and blood. It is the most common thing on every battlefield - it is the grinding disc of flesh and blood, the nightmare of living beings. It is also the final burial place of the soldiers.

Out of respect, he did not trample on any of their bodies. These mortal soldiers were clearly the elite of the empire, but against the Astartes, especially one in full power armor, they had no chance of winning.

The soldiers knew this, and their heartbeats and occasional cries were not without fear. But still unshakable, when they meet their companions on the hills, they will tap their left hands on the chest.

Cronos noticed this, and he thought, I'm afraid this is the greatest mourning they can give to their dead brother.

What a pity...they should have gathered under the Emperor. Cronos thought.

After three or four rounds of charging, they still chose to face Kronos. Although they have died only one hundred and twenty people remain.

Kronos let out a sigh, not allowing himself to show any pity—yes, not at all.

Because even the slightest bit of mercy was an insult to these warriors who saw themselves as death, and an insult to himself.

But seeing these venerable soldiers who could have contributed to a greater goal were killed one by one with his own hands, Astarte's heart was still full of sadness.

"Why are you fighting?"

Looking at those cavalry soldiers standing silently on the hills, trying their best to control the dragon lizard under their crotch, he asked.

No one answered, the one headed by them quickly counted the number of people, and then held an axe in one hand and gave Astarte a throat-cutting salute. His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, but with a noble courage: "For a target you would never believe, monster!"

"For Noxus! Charge!"

Between these three words, many things are unclear. The best way a warrior can understand another warrior is in the blade-to-blade collision, after all, death doesn't lie.

Death is the most equal thing in the world.

Kronos grabbed a cavalryman by the throat with his left hand, and the dragon lizard behind him tried to claws on his shoulder. Astarte let out a cold snort, turned around and cut off its head with a sword that didn't fit his size. The cavalry on its back fell to the ground, but he still didn't give up the fight.

The halberd in his hand slammed hard at the back of Kronos' knee, and according to his thoughts, if the swipe was successful, the giant would at least break a leg - but the result was cruel.

The soldier watched in astonishment as the halberd in his hand snapped cleanly after it collided with the giant's knee socket, and the giant glanced at him. The two scarlet rays of light were the last thing left on his retina.

Kronos crushed the neck of the cavalry in his hand, and instead of throwing the corpse out, he gently released his hand and let him fall to the ground. He knows his strength, if thrown out, this warrior will not keep the whole body.

The killing is still going on, long or short. It didn't take long for Kronos to know that this would be their last charge.

On the hills not far away, only a dozen people were still riding on the dragon lizard. Their mounts and their masters generally seem to have no feelings, even in the face of the tragic death of their companions, the invincible giant refuses to escape.

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Kronos took off his helmet, the moon was bright, and he wanted these worthy mortals to see his face. The three golden nails on Astarte's forehead and the black steel armor of the dragon lizards reflect the light of the moonlight together.

He said slowly, and his voice clearly reached the ears of the twelve: "My name is Cronus Tiberius, please report your names."

No self-introduction, no fear, weakness, crying. Only the most determined will and courage of human beings, their will is as strong as steel, unshakable even in the face of death. Kronos only heard one voice, a voice of twelve people united as one: "Blood Sons Chapter! Remember this name!"

Astarte was in a trance for a moment, although with the speed of his neural response, this moment was actually less than a millisecond to mortals... but he was still stunned.

This is a fact.

Warband, great.

The specious words spoken by the natives of the unfamiliar dimension evoked his memories, and Kronos suddenly smiled. He tapped the skull double-headed eagle on his chest with his left hand to see them off.

"Blood Sons Battle Group, all twelve members, here!"

"charge!"

The dragon lizards let out a final, decisive roar, hoarse and unpleasant, and it fell into Kronos' ears but made him almost cry. This similar yet different scene made him firm up some determinations.

The distance of a few hundred meters came in the blink of an eye, and the cavalry soon arrived in front of him. Even at this point, they are still not ready to give up the possibility of victory. Now that Astarte has taken off his helmet, punch him in the unarmoured face!

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Kronos' face is indeed not made of steel, but if you want to hurt him, you must touch him.

Astarte did not choose to dodge, he chose to face it. The chainsaw sword in his hand spun frantically again, and Kronos could almost feel its roar. The machine spirit in this ancient weapon with great military exploits was happily displaying its only purpose for which it was created.

kill.

The chainsaw sword was cut by Astarte into the shoulder of the cavalry in front of him at an angle that was impossible for mortals, from his right shoulder to his waist and abdomen. He even cut the dragon lizard under his crotch in half. Kronos roared and spun his feet, using this power to kill the one behind him.

The whirlwind of death began to blow over the heads of the twelve, and Cronus Tiberius dared to swear by his name—and in the last moments of their lives, they showed no fear. All they left to Kronos was their own death and that indelible will.

"bass."

Insert the chainsaw sword in your hand into the soil and let the overheated machine soul rest. Kronos fell to one knee, carefully avoiding the corpses of the noble warriors. It was an unnecessary killing, but he had to. Otherwise more people will die. Never before had he understood why the Emperor wanted to unify Terra - these warriors...

Their blood should not be shed here, and they should fight for the well-being of all mankind, instead of following the orders of a false king to attack another group of mankind. The same kind of carnage, the demons will laugh slowly in the dark...

Kronos slowly lowered his head and began to mourn for the warriors.

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