Ionia was a follower of God. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Of the several pan-continental wars that broke out in the Age of the Gods, this was the only one that survived.

The Altar of Presidium is a sacred place on par with the temple, where the peace, prosperity and majesty of Ionia can be found.

The shrine is built on the entire sprawling crystal hub, surrounded by parks and temples. The magnificent architecture blends magnificence and simplicity, and human ingenuity complements natural creations.

Today, countless practitioners and pilgrims still gather here, bathed in holy light, and the melodious hymns of the gods maintain the eternal tranquility of the holy place.

The only difference is that today's solemn atmosphere is even stronger.

More than half a month ago, Lord Soraka was implicated in the attack on the Expeditionary Fleet, a naval fleet of the Federation of Demacia, and the High Priest of the Temple issued a solemn condemnation of Noxus, who was a major suspect.

Recently, the Noxians, who had finally repented, decided to send a mission to the Holy Land to repent and ask for forgiveness from the gods.

It wasn't until dusk that a black Imperial Navy warship docked in Holy Harbor on the west coast of Ionia. The Noxians once again showed their bad habit of breaking their word, but they still came.

The hundred-strong delegation slowly ascended the altar of Presidium, their indifferent faces and black robes, still showing a bit of evil under the bath of holy light.

The chief monk of the Lotus Monastery presided over the confessional ceremony and took two drops of holy water from the fountain of divine tears and applied them to the foreheads of the representatives of the mission.

"May the mercy of God forgive you your sins, and holy water purify your soul."

Suddenly, a cold iron palm stretched out from under the black robe of the mission representative and grabbed the monk's long wrist, causing the holy water to fall to the ground.

Under the black hood, Darius slowly raised his face, cold and disdainful: "Noxus does not believe in the hypocrisy of God, and does not need anyone's forgiveness. ”

The black blade of the axe slashed under the monk's gaze, his eyes always compassionate and serene, and his hands held the chalice steadily.

Blood seeped out of the neck and melted into the holy water one by one, like the red lotus blooming in the lotus temple.

The monk in the back rushed up and held the fallen body of the monk.

Darius carried the great axe and continued his icy killing.

Years of penance have made the monks of the Lotus Monastery powerful, but their compassion has left them with room even in the face of the murderer, the number one villain in Noxus.

They used their flesh and blood to block the swarming Noxian soldiers wielding their blades, and assigned a few people to protect the remains of the chief monk and ascended to the center console of the altar.

Airplanes.

The entire shrine trembled, the crystal hub below was activated, and waves of dark blue energy slowly rose.

Click, click.

The two jihadist angel statues connected to the center console opened at the same time, and energy ripples rose from the massive base.

The eyes of the two Holy War Angel Statues, which were tens of meters high, slowly opened, quietly looking down at the evil that was happening below.

"God punishes the world and cleanses the evil spirits." The monks shouted loudly and bowed to the altar in prayer.

The energy converged on the huge staff of the war angel in the idol's hand, and the amethyst at the top shot out a blazing pillar of light.

Two purple rays of light fell one after another, and two of the Noxian soldiers who were chasing the monk immediately turned into mist and disappeared.

"Noxus, invincible!"

Soldiers clad in dark iron armor shouted loudly, lined up in two lines under the idol.

Pillars of purple light continued to fall, and soldiers disappeared into the light one by one. The latecomers filled the vacant positions, and the whole team never moved half a step.

The strength accumulated in a lifetime of hard work, and the steel body sharpened by countless bloody battles. However, all this made them only hold on for a second or two more when facing the power of divine punishment.

However, this is enough.

They are the elite of the Rayser garrison, the pride of Noxus. Death is the end of life and the beginning of their glory.

Under the protection of dozens of soldiers behind, the five high-level summoners in the center of the altar took off their cloaks and raised their staffs high.

They lined up in a pentagram and instilled magic power in one place at the same time, and a huge magic array appeared in an instant.

Thick black qi poured out from the core of the circle, swirling and condensing into a huge black battle axe.

Then, an iron fist holding the handle of an axe, a half-body, and a pair of dark iron combat boots.

Slowly, a ten-meter-tall giant emerged. The mutilated body was studded with swarthy metal and glowed with cold light.

It was a mixture of flesh and steel, the invincible weapon of war in the Noxian Empire.

Undead God of War - Sain.

He has died on the battlefield more than once, but that brave spirit has never been extinguished. Twenty years later, for the sake of the Empire, Noxus finally summoned him again.

The rolling dead qi gathered into Therne's large, hollow eyes, and gradually ignited a bloodthirsty glow.

At this time, the entire magic array was violently turbulent, and it seemed that it was about to collapse.

"Noxus, invincible!"

The shouts of the five summoners were hysterical, and their bodies rapidly swelled before bursting at the same moment.

The burning soul fire turned into the last energy, and the Imperial God of War finally returned to the battlefield.

Half of the hundred elite Rayther garrisons were dead, and the rest rushed to the center console with the power of divine punishment.

"When will the killing begin?"

Thane's sleeping soul slowly awoke to the familiar soldiers, the back of an Imperial general's uniform.

Again, he uttered a cold voice without a hint of emotion: "Give me an enemy." ”

Darius pointed the great axe at the War Angel Idol: "Charge me!" ”

Knock, knock......

The altar shook, and the earth cracked and cracked.

[Rampage]!

The bulky Theon was now galloping like a steel chariot, slamming into the idol.

The hard black stone was covered with cobweb-like cracks, spreading to the half of the idol's body.

[Killer Roar]!

The boots made a deep pit in the ground, and Theon stepped forward with the great axe, and the broken idol collapsed in an instant.

【Soul Furnace】!

A cloud of dead air exploded, blasting the fallen Angel of the Holy War into a cloud of rubble.

"The living need to rest."

"Give me more enemies."

With heavy steps, Sein rushed towards the other idol.

The purple light of divine punishment was obscured by the billowing death air, and Theon swung the great axe, carving the same scars on the idol as his own body.

[Brutal Slamming]!

Sain raised his tomahawk and, after a brief build-up, delivered a heavy blow.

Rumble.

The second Angel of the Holy War finally fell, and the altar lost its last protection.

The Noxians quickly seized the center console and slaughtered all the rebellious monks.

The altar was closed, and darkness descended on Presidium for the first time.

The pilgrims, who had been driven outside, protested angrily and denounced the crimes of the Noxians.

Half an hour later, the Crystal Hub reactivated, and a vast amount of energy gathered.

"The Noxians will flee, and their sins will not be forgiven."

"They all deserve to die here, they deserve to die!"

The people kept shouting, but none of them dared to take a step forward.

They could only worship in front of the holy place and begin to pray over and over again:

"Punish them, O God."

Another half an hour passed, and the teleportation array was opened.

The Noxians did not flee, and two hundred elite Resor garrisons slowly appeared in the glow of magic.

The moment they appeared, they had already lined up in a charging formation, and the swords and guns in their hands had been sharpened and glittered a long time ago.

"It's time for Ionia to feel what war is, and when blood and fire descend on this land, the followers of the gods will know how pitiful and stupid they are."

Darius sneered and swung his tomahawk forward.

"Kill, don't leave a single one!"