"But over time, the tools they cast became heavier. It became an inseparable crutch, and then became their master. They turned themselves into slaves. Every time they wake up, they are bound by these gems, and without them, the civilization that has been passed down to this day will come to an end. ”

He turned to look back at the voice. "Wealth is a sin – not power. The child I found that day behaved worthwhile. Am I wrong? ”

Restlessness and anxiety spread among the population. We have already seen very clearly that every angle of the dreadnought is deadly, pointed, converted into weapons. He pinched the voice's chin with his hand.

"I am your choice," the voice pleaded, "that day." You spared me. ”

"Indeed." The monster nodded slowly. "But I also make mistakes. I can only find my mistakes and correct them. ”

The voice screamed, sharp and short. There was a brief sharp ache, and then it was over. The dreadnought threw away the corpse and immediately forgot about it.

"I'm Urgart," the monster began, turning to face the crowd. "I hear you, Zuan. I hear you whispering in your hearts, and you want to neutralize me in your dreams. Different names, different titles. Liberators. God. I'm going to say to you right now, I'm not one of those things. I am the Greater Being. I am a philosophy. ”

Everyone gathered around him, in a circle around his monstrous body. He reached for a metal can, and I saw dozens of the same canisters in the door. "I am a reflection of this world, I am the echo of the great confrontation between strength and weakness, and the soul of each of us, every breath, is part of this great confrontation. I can't be your god – I don't have that power. I can only give you one test to see if you have enough power to become your own god. ”

A feeling of nausea creeped up my spine. Urgart gestured to the medicine tube on his body, with the mechanical body and the mask on his mouth and nose attached to each end, and then he held up the metal can. It is plastered with warning signs: poison, poison.

"Inside this metal shell is the air I breathe right now. I suck it in and conquer it, because true liberation is from the inside out. This is the message we send to our enemies, those who want to oppress us. ”

Urgart's gaze swept over the crowd. "Who among you has the strength to follow me? Who will take this suffering into themselves and persevere? ”

Each of them fell to his knees, eager to be baptized.

"Ergarth!" They screamed. "Urgart! Urgart! ”

"Good." Urgarte placed his hand next to the valve of the metal can, his pale fingers clenched into the shape of claws. "Then let's try it."

He shattered the valve, gas spurting from between Urgat's fingers. He tore a hole in the surface of the can, and green smoke enveloped his followers. I was further back, not at the thickest place, but almost immediately people started dying.

"Roy," I whispered, pushing the crowd away, as panic began to fall. People collapsed, pink foam streaming from their lips and nostrils. I found a discarded breathing mask from the rubble of the gear depot, and I could already feel the air tearing at my throat as I put it on.

A rancid green haze obstructed the view. I could only see the general figure around me, trembling and twitching and tumbling to the ground. I have to find Roy. I had to get her out. I had to find her.

And then I found it.

She was kneeling with the others, the tentacles of the fog tumbling and pounced, drowning to the height of their chests.

"Roy!"

She looked up and saw me. It's the shy little girl I remember. Roy looked into my eyes with conviction in her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Don't!" I slid over to her. Her skin began to darken, and the poisonous erosion of blood vessels cast a dark web on her skin. Her mouth opened and closed in vain. Blood was on her lips. I pulled the breathing mask off my face and pressed it against her. Roy had fallen to the ground weakly, but still resisting me with the last of her strength. Her determination, her ironclad faith, was always in her eyes until she lost her life.

When the poisonous fog finally dissipated, less than half of the people survived. Most of the survivors were augmented, with heavy brass laryngeal filters and prosthetic tracheas resting on their chins. My mouth smelled of blood and caramel. Tears carved out two paths in the dirt on my face.

"Get up." Urgart raised a hand, and his army crawled up. "Those who pass the test have the power and the mission to bring the same trials to the world."

His gaze was on the top of the spire. "They have been separated from the full fruits of their labor for far too long. It's time for them to taste it too. ”

Urgart sealed off the minaret, and his followers opened all the metal canisters in the air filtration system. The poisonous mist meandered upwards like a cunning green snake, infusing suffocating, paralyzing death layer after layer.

I slipped in before they locked the door. I climbed up the stairs, my heart pounding, my breathing mask pressed against my face. I don't know how many corpses I've passed along the way, but a feeling is gradually falling in my heart, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to finish today, and I will have to lie down like them.

If that's the price of covert operations, then let me pay.

It's a race. Esoteric cults and their monstrous leaders are swarming towards the dome. The people at the top are all family members, and if they die, more people will die in both cities. This symbiotic relationship, this fragile peace, will come to an end, and those who wait for an excuse to use violence will get what they want. In that kind of battle, Zaun will never win.

I'm ready to give my life to stop this, and to protect these people is to protect those who are truly innocent. But when I broke down the door and entered the family's private room, the sight made me want to hate them.

The spire is a shiny glass dome that spews out a crisp clear sky with delicate details. The eyes are full of grace and luxury, from the elaborate furniture to the candied fruit on the silver tray. The family representatives' residence here was not a laboratory or a workshop – they built themselves a palace.

I walked quickly to the small group of panicked Picheng people, trying to suppress my anger, when a familiar face walked through them.

"Kai?"

The sheriff gently took off his hat in greeting. "In the dance corridor, sometimes it's hard to say where Zaun ended and where Piltover began. Sometimes you really can't tell which jurisdiction is your own. ”