Arthur stood above the Black Mountain Fortress, looking down and observing the battle below, while the Mage Tower battleship behind him moved from time to time to carry out precision strikes on the ground from a height of thousands of meters, helping the troops on the ground clear the obstacles to advance.

The battle had evolved into an asymmetrical one, and the enemy did not recognize it, and they still followed their previous traditions, stubbornly defending, so they suffered heavy losses under artillery fire. Then, after losing half of them quickly, I realized that this was a new way of fighting, completely different from the previous way of fighting.

And at this point, the end of the battle is almost irretrievable.

The gladiator riots near the city's arena made the situation even worse.

"You, you, don't want to defeat Noxus!"

The badly wounded Noxian officer lay on the ground and pointed at Alista, surrounded by warriors who had been killed by the gladiators.

They had no idea that these gladiator slaves, who used to only lie in the arena and fight to the death for their amusement, would be so brave and brave when they had weapons in their hands, and they fought one by one, as if they had some kind of blessed aura on their bodies, and the battle was probably doomed from the moment this minotaur slave led the gladiators to rush up from behind them.

"Humph! Noxus? Don't take it for granted. ”

Daji's voice came out from the side, looking at the Noxus officer on the ground and said, "There is nothing in Noxus that cannot be defeated. ”

"You must know that the glory of your so-called ancient empire is completely vain, and that the people of Noxus were once nothing but a group of poor people who once relied on the ruins of the ancient empire to survive and stay together, what is there to be honored.

She teased to each other about the history of the Noxian Empire that she had just learned from her master.

"You? You're lying! ”

The dying Noxian Legion refused to breathe in anger, staring at Daji with wide eyes. The glory of the empire is not to be discredited.

And the minotaur next to him, Alista, also looked at Daji in surprise. It was the first time they had heard of the history of Noxus, and on this continent, the empire had been showing off its power for so long that they rarely knew about the history of the empire.

"Hmmm! Of course! I was right. ”

Daji added,

"What's more, these people aren't even real Noxians at all?"

Daji was right.

With the exaggeration of the Noxian Empire, the former Norsas have long since died out, and many of these later warriors are actually from the tribes and cities that were conquered by the Empire, and they don't know much about the history of the former Empire, they are only instilled with the so-called glory of the Empire all day long.

"So, you see, poor people are always so pitiful!"

"Maybe their ancestors died at the hands of the Noxians, just like your tribe, but now? They are fighting for their enemies, taking the glory of their enemies as their own glory, but leaving their ancestors aside, this is human nature! ”

Daji pretended to sigh.

When the minotaur heard this, he immediately felt justified, and the minotaur with a strong sense of racial belonging turned around and looked at the Noxian officer at his feet with disdain, and that look directly made the Noxians on the ground cough up a mouthful of blood again, and completely died.

"Look, this is how we want to defeat the enemy, the master said, if we want to destroy their country, we must first destroy their history, not only to defeat their bodies in battle, but also to rub their souls and destroy their spirits!"

Daji said proudly.

The elf captain next to him, Aurelia, listened to the enlightenment, yes, that's it. Only in this way will this huge empire be completely destroyed.

Lord Arthur, what a wise and wise mind must have to say such thought-provoking words!

Captain Elf had even more heartfelt reverence for his genius commander.

How did they know that Daji was just looking for an opportunity to stimulate the souls of these Noxians before he died, so that their souls would be more violent and hateful, so that they could bear more beautiful fruits.

Above the fortress, thousands of meters above the ground, in a claustrophobic dark space inside Arthur's Tower, a huge dark vortex kept rotating in the core of the space, producing a majestic attraction, and the entire fortress was overhead, countless souls who died in battle, under the attraction of this soul vortex, they could not help but leave their bodies from their bodies, flew into the air, and were sucked into this claustrophobic space specially created by Arthur for them.

And in the center of this dark soul vortex, a soul crystal the size of Groot's entire body was blooming there, serving as a habitat for these souls who were attracted to it.

That's right, for Arthur, the purpose of this war, on the one hand, is to occupy the Black Mountain fortress and fulfill his promise to Victor's mentor in advance, and on the other hand, he is also to collect souls on a large scale.

For a genius alchemist who wants to follow in the footsteps of his mentor, how can he not have a soul that is objective in quantity and quality?

His mentor, Victor, had only accumulated this objective soul wealth through the long life experience of the previous decades, but for him, it was obvious that he did not have the time and energy to accumulate such a fortune.

Therefore, constantly starting wars with his own hands and constantly harvesting souls in the war is his almost inevitable choice.

And as the enemies of this war, the Noxians naturally became the objects of his personal harvest. He personally set off this feast of soul harvesting.

The purpose of war is not only to kill the enemy, but also to harvest these precious souls.

These souls of war, who have experienced countless bloody battles, are all masters of the best war machines.

Arthur's mind tentacles plunged deep into the swirling vortex of souls in this space, feeling the painful memories of the harvested souls within.

Each of these collected souls means that the strength in his hands is even stronger.

And, what is even more tragic is that these souls not only become the objects of his enslavement themselves, but also the experiences and memories they have accumulated in their lives have also become precious treasures for soul alchemists.

There is no shortage of soul alchemists who like to use the memories and experiences of harvested souls to make some elaborate props.

For example, some illusions, and for example, some dreams of ordinary people.

If such a thing were placed on Earth, it would have been considered a trick of a terrible dark wizard or a demon, but here, it would only be considered a strange and unprofessional habit by ordinary alchemists in the same class.

After all, alchemists are pursuing the Great Dao, and the precious time of their lives must be used to study the truth and laws of this time mystery, where is the time to study and analyze the memories of these ordinary people?

Perhaps the memories of those once powerful spellcasters and professionals are indeed useful, but the memories of these ordinary people, who may have never been hundreds of miles away from their homes in their lives, what is the value of their tired and boring lives to great spellcasters?

Arthur stood in the void, looking at the swirling vortex of souls in the space.

Then a voice sounded behind him:

"Oh! I guessed it right, it's the taste of the soul! ”

A scarlet figure appears in space.