The Grand Camp of Demacia.

A dull atmosphere of silence spread through the tent, and Galen sat in the first seat with his head bowed, his face full of remorse.

His face couldn't hide the tiredness, but he still blamed himself in his heart.

If he hadn't gone back, would the results have been different now?

On the way, he heard the news of the fighting between the two sides, and hurried back with all his might, but he was still one step too late.

Demacia miscalculated the speed at which the Darius and Trifali warbands arrived, and today should have been a day of triumphant progress, but they were killed by a surprise attack by the Trifali warband.

"Galen Crownback!"

An elderly Demacian general rose in anger, his left arm gone, and blood still oozing out.

He was the commander of the Fourth Legion, named Red Laurent.

"Where are you when Your Highness breaks off?"

The battle lines of Demacia and Noxus were several miles long, with Prince Gavin as the sharp sword head and the Fourth Army as the flank.

"The Sword Comes"

After this battle, the Fourth Army was almost completely wiped out, and Red's left arm was left on the battlefield forever by Zhao Xin of the Trevali Warband.

And Galen, who was supposed to protect Prince Jiawen and charge on the front line in his place, disappeared.

The dreadnought vanguard, having lost its generals, fought only on the flanks and did not play its due role at all.

"I was recalled to Xiongdu by the Generalissimo, and everything today is my responsibility!"

Galen didn't think much about it and admitted his mistakes, self-discipline and strength, this is the family motto of the crown guard family.

"The Generalissimo has given the order that I should take the dreadnought vanguard back to Xiongdu. But now, things have changed. ”

Without thinking much about it, Galen told him what Tiana had told him.

"Winged Protector... He hadn't been seen for nearly a hundred years. Will He Really Come? General Laurent hesitated.

It's not that he doesn't believe Galen's words, but he doesn't quite believe that the Winged Protector will be on the front line in person.

In the past, legend has it that only when Demacia suffered a catastrophe that could be destroyed, would the other party show up with his disciples.

On weekdays, only the disciples of the gods known as the Inquisition Corps roamed around to enforce justice in Demacia.

"Yes." Galen's tone was firm, "And He's already here!" ”

As he finished speaking, a holy light lit up outside the tent, illuminating the darkness of the night.

The illusion of praise in the subtlety of the voice appeared in front of the eyes of the generals, making them unconsciously yearn for absolute justice.

Galen and the others no longer hesitated, and all stood up and walked out of the tent.

They fell to one knee in front of the light in the sky.

"Justice, come!"

An indifferent and passionate female voice sounded, and the beams of light in the sky converged in one place.

The night dawned, the white wings fell downward, and the holy light swayed, and the figure with wings on his back and his whole body wrapped in iron armor slowly floated down.

He, the winged protector.

He, the embodiment of justice.

He, the symbol of light.

He, the faith of Demacia!

It was late at night, but the camp of Demacia was as bright as day.

He raised the turquoise broadsword in his hand and held it high above his head.

In an instant, as if light had descended on the world, countless streams of light fell into the tents of Demacia.

The soldiers of Demacia felt that their bodies were wrapped in a warm light, and their bodies were warm.

Unconsciously, the knife and gun wounds suffered by everyone recovered as before, except for the severed limbs that could not be regenerated, even the poisonous gas that invaded the five internal organs was dissipated by the light without a trace.

The soldiers spontaneously walked out of the construction, looked up at the supreme figure in the sky, and saluted it from the bottom of their hearts.

The Winged Protector is not only a symbol of the guardian of justice, but also a benevolent protector of them.

Under the cover of those white wings, as long as they carry out absolute justice, they will be protected by him.

"Your Majesty, Demacia needs your help."

Galen fell to one knee and pleaded earnestly.

The god's indifferent golden eyes stared at the people below, the wings behind him flapped, and his body flew towards the city of Noxus like electricity.

"Justice will judge Noxus."

After He flew away, the crowds of Demacia stood up.

The decadence of the previous defeat was swept away, and in its place was a fanatical belief in victory.

"Captain Galen, I will continue the fight in place of the Fourth Legion."

Old General Laurent drew his sword, his face resolute, and rushed towards the city of Noxus.

"General Laurent..."

Galen's mouth opened slightly, and he sighed softly.

He knew in his heart that the old general wanted to see for the dead warriors and see how Noxus was defeated.

His face turned to look behind him.

"Fearless Pioneers! The first and eighth shield arrays! Come with me! ”

"Demacia !!"

The soldiers of the first and eighth shield arrays quickly assembled, and with the sound of iron armor, they lined up in front of Galen.

Galen looked at the other legion commanders and said with a serious face:

"Generals, guard the camp. I will bring His Royal Highness back! ”

With that, he took the members of the First and Eighth Shield Formations and quickly rushed towards the front line.

And the rest of the Demacians just clutched their weapons in their hands and watched them leave, even with envy in their eyes.

With the participation of the gods, they will surely win!

Noxus City.

Darius stood at the head of the city, his battle axe clenched in one hand, and by his side was the bound Prince Gavin.

"Our reinforcements are coming, you'd better kill me now." Garvin laughed wildly.

The holy light in the sky shone brightly.

His father had told him that there were three great beings in Demacia who could rival the gods.

And one of them, the winged protector of justice, appeared in the same way as it does today.

Darius glanced at Gavin and said lightly:

"Mortals worship things they can't understand as gods, but they don't know that they're just a little bigger ants."

"That's when you barbarians have never grasped the power of God." Jiawen snorted coldly.

"It's just a righteous star spirit who has only half the power."

A deep voice rang out from Darius's side, and at the same time, Svein, dressed in black and iron armor, appeared there.

"LeBlanc, how are things going?"

"At the behest of you and the Council Leader, we have secretly transferred back all of our water and dark mages."

A bewitching female voice appeared with the blooming of black roses, and a figure wrapped in a black robe appeared in the city tower, looking at the vision in the distance, and said with a smile:

"I put a lot of effort into not being obtrusive."

"All the distribution of benefits takes place after victory, and you get your due." Svein's face was flat, "Now is the time, let's get started!" ”

"Follow your will!" LeBlanc smiled charmingly and bowed slightly.

At the same time, figures wearing robes appeared in the streets and alleys of the city.

They either hold a staff in their hands, or a book in their hands, or cast spells with both hands.

Blue-black magical light erupted from their bodies, and the magic had no direction, as if it was all done just to vent their magic.

But within a few seconds, the sky suddenly became overcast and a little darker.

The air was so thick with moisture that the walls of the city seeped moisture and even drizzled.

"This is!?"

Gavin's eyes widened as he looked at the orderly Noxian army, and he felt a faint feeling in his heart.

Noxus doesn't look like it's an enemy at all.

It's like...

Hunt the big fish that catches the hook!