The war was approaching, but Galio could only watch as the Demacian soldiers prepared for battle. He couldn't tell how long it had been since he had tasted magic. On several occasions, he was carried off the pedestal and transported to the front, but all of them did not have the opportunity to move, and in the end he had to return in vain. Although his body was always still, his heart was always stirring.

His heart longs to fight.

Galio could only vaguely see the line of northern barbarians gathering in the distance. Although all his senses were dull in this half-asleep state, he could still see that the barbarians were free and disorganized. They swayed from side to side with a big grin, eager to compete with the Demacians. Galio often heard of these wild men, whose recent victories had caused the people of the city to turn their heads in horror and say that Freljord's army never left a mouth alive, and would cut off the heads of their enemies and stick them in the giant fangs of the monsters......

But in the eyes of the Colossus, he had no interest in the barbarians at all. Because he saw a bigger goal - a majestic figure, almost as tall as a hill. It was menacing, its body undulating with its steps, like a raging wave, trying to rush to the beachhead and sweep everything in one go.

What's that? Galio was overjoyed. I wish it was here for a fight.

At his feet, the officers and men of Demacia were marching in unison, singing a military song in unison. The song is filled with the confidence of victory, which is enough to make people eliminate distractions and concentrate on fighting. But this military song Galio had heard it too many times, and he knew that this time there was less certainty and more hesitation in the chorus.

They were reluctant to face the beast. Then let me face it for them!

Galio was filled with a strong desire to take everyone into his arms and tell them that everything was going to be all right, because he would rush to the front and drive an entire army of invading people out of the border. But there was nothing he could do. His hands, feet, and fingertips were all cold and stiff, not unlike the stone from which he had been carved in the first place. He needed a catalyst, some kind of powerful magic, to break this lucid sleep.

I hope there is a mage this time, he looked at the distant horizon and thought silently to himself. There are usually no mages. I don't like fighting without mages.

His concern deepened as he heard the tired snort of the bull dragging him forward. There were dozens of bulls, but every mile they walked had to be replaced with new ones. For a moment, Galio felt like they were all going to fall to the ground from exhaustion, leaving themselves in the barren mountains on the border of Demacia, unable to participate in the human revelry.

His heart hung in the air, and he finally reached the edge of the battlefield. He knew that there would be no negotiations before this battle, because it was impossible for this group of barbarians to surrender. Galio heard the sound of metal grinding, and it was his human comrades at his feet who were locking their shields together to form a steel shield wall. But he knew that whatever the beast that the barbarians had brought, it would easily break through the Demacian defenses.

In the blink of an eye, the forwards of the two armies met in close arms, leaving vague afterimages of limbs, steel, and blades. Galio heard the clashing of swords and the muffled sound of a tomahawk striking a shield. On both sides of the war, people were lying in pools of blood and dying. What was once a brave and loud roar is now like the cry of a toddler without a mother.

Golem's loving heart began to tremble. However, he still couldn't get out of his petrified state.

Suddenly, a dazzling purple color burned a hole in the melee, and dozens of Demacian soldiers immediately fell to their knees. Galio felt it—a long-lost tingle rippled across his fingertips, like the scorching midday sun warming the icy jade. He could barely move his fingers slightly......

Another ray of light that claimed the lives of more Demacian warriors. Galio's senses began to sharpen, and the fierceness and gore of the battle came to his eyes more acutely. The corpses were scattered on the battlefield, and the armor on their bodies was mutilated. Many of the barbarians also fell in pools of their own blood, long since they died.

In the distance, a mage cowered at the back of the barbarian line, his hands gathering a crackling ball of energy, ready to unleash his next attack.

There he is. That's why I woke up. Galio thought to himself. But his gratitude immediately turned to anger. I'm going to crush him first.

But his attention was soon drawn to the behemoth at the farthest end of the battlefield. He finally saw it: it was a tall, burly Beamon beast—covered in heavy, rough fur. It was wrestling in its own chains, shaking its head frantically to break free from its blindfolded hood.

Galio laughed. This is the enemy who should taste my fists.

The barbarian lifted the hood from the Behemoth, and above the ugly, twisted mouth was a pair of dark eyes. As soon as the hood was removed, the beast let out a terrible roar, as if to announce that it was about to destroy everything in front of it. The beast's trainer flipped the switch and loosened the chain, and the Beamon beast immediately jumped into the infantry position in front of it, and with a casual wave of its long knife-like claws, more than a dozen Demacian soldiers were killed.

Galio was shocked. Before they grew up, he began to protect them. He wanted to weep for the deceased, because he had seen humans mourn in silence by crying. But he didn't have a structure for crying. He began to focus on his goals as well as the upcoming fights. It was a huge, ferocious beast, and he couldn't wait to fight it. He could feel the life force coming back into him.

Good! It's finally here!

The sensation ran through his arms, his skull, and all the way to his legs. A whole century passed, and he was finally able to move again. A voice echoed through the valley, one that no one in the world had ever heard before.

A golem laughed wildly.

Galio jumps into the battlefield and sweeps aside the barbarian's rudimentary construction machinery. Enemy and friendly forces alike paused the fight, their jaws wide as they watched the golem rampage through the front lines. Like a moving monument, he broke out of the infantry and rushed towards the furious Beamon Behemoth. "Hello, Behemoth," his voice roared like thunder. "Can I crush you?"

The giant beast raised its huge head and let out a long roar in the sky, as if accepting the challenge. The two giants charged, their rumbling footsteps shaking the ground. The Beamon beast slammed his shoulder into Galio's waist before letting out a groan of pain and slumping to the ground, clutching his collarbone. Galio stands majestically beside him, unwilling to take advantage of his opponent's danger when he falls to the ground.

"Come on, don't be too discouraged," Galio said, gesturing excitedly. "That was not bad just now. You try again. ”

The beast slowly crawled to its feet, anger burning again in its eyes. He slammed into Galio with all his strength, and his sharp claws ripped off a small piece of Galio's head.

"You broke my crown." There was a hint of surprise in the Colossus's tone, and a desire for battle in his heart. He picked up his arms like a mace, gathered every ounce of strength in the stone body, and slammed it down. The Forbidden Demon Stone Fist smashed into the flesh and blood of the Beamon Behemoth, and the sound of the giant bone shattering was clearly audible.

The monster staggered, howling and scratching, but caught nothing.

Galio's rocky arms grabbed the beast and tugged hard to break its spine. But the Beamon beast wrestled and broke free from his grasp, pacing around him carefully, and then suddenly turned around and ran.

"Wait! We haven't decided yet! The Colossus yelled. He followed the beast unhurriedly, hoping that it would rekindle its fighting spirit.

But the faint cries of Demacia's compatriots reached his ears in the wind. Before he knew it, Galio had chased hundreds of steps behind the beast, away from the center of the battlefield. He wanted to keep fighting the beast, but his human comrades needed him.

The beast limped away. Gario took one last look at it, reluctantly. "Farewell, behemoth."

He turned around and strode back to his comrades. More than half of the Demacian soldiers were lying on the ground in pain, tormented by some invisible force. He knew immediately that it was this force that kept him alive.

Golem saw the fear on the soldiers' faces, and then saw the vicious magician again. Galio knows his duty, and he knows the consequences that come with it.

He leaped high, then lunged down from the sky towards the mage. Interrupting his vicious call, the savage was crushed into the fertile ground beneath his feet. The rest of the invaders were immediately crushed, abandoned their armour, and fled in all directions.

As the magician's spell faded, Galio's heart was filled with joy and sorrow. The power that brought him back to life was draining from him. He had saved countless lives, but was forced to fall into a deep sleep again.

He didn't understand why he didn't have his own magic, all life must have its own magic. Why was he born so special? Was that what his creator had intended? He felt the cold dormancy strike again, leaving a last source of solace: if life had magic, no matter how short, it would be worth the wait.

One day, he will crush the last mage in the world with his invincible fist, and the Demacian stone sentry will sleep forever.