Limontanlu.

This bustling city has already awakened by the dawn light that fills the sky, and pedestrians take to the streets to start their day.

Abyssal invasions are frequent, and even if Valoran decrees prohibiting the illegal increase in the price of major materials such as grain, it will not prevent the cost of living of the lower and middle classes from rising significantly.

As a result, countless male members of families have had to take to the streets in search of a meager job to support their families.

Life is difficult, but most of the Valoran lords can hold on.

According to the news brought by some large trading caravans, the rest of Valoran's territory has long been in chaos, turning into a painful purgatory that reveals the darkness of human nature everywhere.

Royal Palace of Valrant, the main palace complex.

Svein stood on the high platform of the palace, overlooking Limontanlu at the dawn of this moment, and a touch of memory appeared on his indifferent face.

"Some familiar images, like the Noxian Empire in a time when it was struggling to survive."

At that time, the Noxian Empire was facing threats from all sides, and they were forced to choose to fight against all enemies, and they were bound to fight fiercely.

Eventually, they defeated the vast majority of their enemies, allowing the empire to expand year after year.

The thoughts dissipated, and Svein turned sideways, looked into the shadow in the corner, and whispered softly, "You say, yes?" Cassiopeia. ”

The magic light flickered on and off, and Cassiopaia stepped out of the shadows, the scales on her lower body reflecting the dappled colors of the light, and she lowered her face slightly at the sound of Svein's words.

"Yes, Your Majesty Svein."

Influenced by her mother, she somewhat disliked the Noxian Commander in front of her, but she had to admit that it was under the leadership of Svein that the Noxian Empire returned to glory and became more prosperous.

Svein sensed Cassiopeia's restrained state of mind and smiled softly, with a rather amused expression.

When he returned, the Ryser garrison soldiers reported on Cassiopeia's purge in Limontan Lune.

"Well done."

Even the Noxus Empire in the Valoran continent has different voices inside, such as the Rayser Garrison, the Black Rose, and the Trefalli Legion.

In addition to these, there are also aristocratic forces that are attached to the empire, and in the face of temptation, there will always be a small number of people who will sell the empire's intelligence in order to make a rich return.

Not to mention the current Valoran territory, it is just a fairly vast territory.

There is always filth left inside the territory, which is why the territory will be cleansed before the war.

They must ensure that when fighting on the front line, there are no accidents in the rear.

It was because of this that the former Noxian Empire was completely defeated in a great war, and countless Noxian soldiers were immortalized on the island.

"Thank you for the compliment!" Cassiopeia said respectfully.

The Black Rose has had numerous encounters with Svein's Rayser garrison, winning and losing, but when there is a war on the outside, the two will put aside their old suspicions and work together.

The topic continues.

Just as he was about to say something, Svein suddenly turned his head to look south on a whim, and his expression was a little different.

To the south of Valoran's territory is the kingdom of Fadilha.

A human kingdom with good military power, and suppressing the ravaging abyss monsters, has recently started some trade activities with Valoran, and wants to restore the kingdom's economic system as soon as possible.

At the same time, the kingdom of Fadilha is also a place of faith controlled by the Temple of Power!

Svein's brows furrowed tightly, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his heart, as if he thought of something, and immediately stepped forward and walked outside the palace platform.

Suddenly, countless ravens gathered from the corners of the complex, haunting their bodies and feet.

The crimson glow exploded, and Svein's figure disappeared from its place.

......

Ciudad Bufois.

The political and economic center of the southern provinces, affected by the Abyssal Invasion, has made the city a bit bleak, with less pedestrians on the streets and more of a morning cleaner to clean up the discarded items left behind by the hustle and bustle of the night.

The sky was rendered in crimson light, the clouds trembled, and Svein's figure quietly appeared, staring at the city in front of him, and a trace of doubt appeared in his deep eyes.

Immediately, Svein closed his eyes, and the wandering raven melted into the surrounding space.

The next moment!

He opened his deep eyes, and the black cane he clenched bloomed with crimson light, enveloping his body, directly breaking the spatial barrier of the main material plane and escaping into the transition plane.

The closest plane to the primary matter plane is the transition plane.

It is usually used by powerful people above the legendary level to travel as a plane, because of its close relationship with the main material plane, it is the first choice for most strong people to cross the plane.

The mottled elemental colors shone brightly, and Svein stopped at the broken point of space, looking into the distance.

Within the field of vision, a figure covered in a brilliant golden light was walking on the transitional plane, the aura of majesty was revealed, and the singing of praise echoed softly.

Seeing Svein, who suddenly appeared not far in front of him, the golden figure stopped, and his majestic eyes fell as if he had materialized, bringing extreme pressure.

"The god of power, Donn, has long heard of His Majesty's name!" Svein nodded slowly, counting as a greeting.

Without him moving, the flock of ravens that fluttered their wings turned into a crimson wave, blocking the progress of the god of power, Donn.

"I didn't expect someone in Valoran's territory to be able to see my traces!" Dunn chuckled softly, layers of golden light spreading, stopping the raven from approaching.

"Svein? I've heard your name, a follower of Modrian, suspected of being a high-level legend. ”

"Now it seems that everyone has underestimated the strength of the Valoran Territory!"

"It is an honor to have the god of labor and strength remember my name." Svein was complimented, performed an old aristocratic etiquette, and then continued.

"It's just, I'm sorry, Your Majesty, the road to this trip doesn't work!"

Buzzing! Buzzing! Buzzing!

Crimson life energy poured out of Svein's body, mimicking a pair of hazy demon wings that floated behind him, obscuring space.