In the year 951 A.D., the Grand Commander of the Noxian Empire, who was famous among the countries of Valoran, pierced the heart of the Ionians like a sharp sword, and returned to his faithful immortal fortress with supreme glory.

When the treasures and beauties of the First Born Land appeared on the Imperial Avenue, the Noxians went completely insane, and weptly followed the legionnaires like fanatics, looking up at the Demon Commander on the dragonscale horse and trying to kiss his toes.

Countless young men eager for merit and fame flocked to the Imperial recruiting points, and for the first time, the overzealous enthusiasm for military recruitment allowed the Noxian Empire to fully implement the high standards of merit-based admission, and in order to avoid bursting the sewers of the barracks, the recruiters had to turn away the crazy Noxian warriors before they could be expanded.

Countless veterans burst into tears, they never imagined that they would be alive to see the day when serving as a soldier in the empire became a luxury.

The people of the empire had completely forgotten Darkwell, who had been reduced to the past tense, and shouted the sacred name of the Grand Commander.

On the occasion of the national celebration, the nobles and commoners joined hands and worked together for the same goal.

From the dark alleys of the underground city of the Immortal Fortress to the pearl of Fidlet's palm, the Aion of Eternity, everyone longs for the master of the empire to have an identity worthy of his status.

At the moment when the soldiers of the Empire were stationed in the holy land of the Ionians with their heads held high, it was obvious that the title of 'Grand Commander of the Empire' could no longer fully reflect the authority and glory of the Supreme Lord—the cowards of Demacia who were cowering in the stone forests of the West Coast could have an emperor, and how could the Noxian Empire, which was countless times greater than Demacia, not have its own emperor?

No matter how much he deceives himself, the Grand Commander of the Empire will not be more majestic than the Emperor of Demacia.

Counting the leaders of the Noxian Empire, the name of the Demon Lord 'Lester' is unparalleled, since the establishment of the Empire, the Demon Lord is like a towering tree growing in the Noxmoch Plains, sheltering the empire from the wind and rain, even if it suffers a crushing defeat, as long as the Emerald Leader stands, the Noxians never worry about the empire overturning.

For thousands of years, the empire and the emerald collar complemented each other, and along the way, they have long been indistinguishable from each other.

In the eyes of many Noxians, if it weren't for the fact that Darkwell's descendants themselves were not fighting and incompetently caused the empire to fall, how could the Demon Lord take the initiative to become the Grand Commander of the Empire?

With the authority and prestige of the Demon Lord, if he really coveted the position of Grand Commander, I am afraid that he would have already attacked the Darkwell family, and how could he wait for the warlord alliance in the south to develop into a henchman of the empire?

It can be seen that in the eyes of the Demon Lord, the position of the Grand Commander of the Empire does not have much significance, and can even be called a kind of contempt.

Now that the Empire has forged new glories with the great victory of Presidian, how can the Demon Mask Lord continue to bear the contemptuous name of 'Grand Commander'?

The only thing worthy of the Demon Mask Lord is the supreme title that the Noxian Empire has never had.

"Archon! All the people of the empire have petitioned in blood, and we are begiving the Great Commander to ascend the throne as emperor! Lead the people of the empire to conquer the world in the name of the Holy Emperor! ”

The former Supreme Command, now the Imperial Military Conference Hall, Lester wearing a mask sat on a high seat, and more than a dozen nobles bowed down in the spacious conference hall, and their emotions were excited.

"Yes, the Commander of the Empire can no longer embody the authority and glory of Lord Leicester, in the name of my Great Noxus, if there is no Emperor, wouldn't it be underestimated by the Gentiles to say it?"

"Under the leadership of His Majesty Emperor Leicester, the Noxian Empire will be great again!"

Everyone spoke impassionedly about the necessity and legitimacy of Leicester becoming the Emperor, and finally, Lester, who had never spoken, raised his right hand, and in an instant, the chamber became silent.

"In Noxus, only slaves need to kneel...... They all stood up and spoke. ”

When the words came out, everyone didn't dare to refute, so they stood up again, bent over and bowed their heads, avoiding Lester's gaze.

Taking a deep breath, Lester muttered.

"Let me ask you, does Noxus really need an emperor now?"

The nobles opened their mouths and couldn't say anything because of Lester's attitude, so they looked at one person at the same time, but it was Du Kekao who was standing at the forefront.

Over the years, the Quekao family has risen to prominence under the leadership of Du Quecao, and when Noxus invaded Ionia, Du Quecao reintegrated the Empire's intelligence organization, completed the docking with the Night's Blade, and regained power.

Although the Assassin Council was a notch lower than before, Du Kekao's power was greater than before, and in the years since the Empire invaded Ionia, Du Kecao has rebuilt the intelligence system in the southern part of the Empire, and has placed the eyes of the Empire south of the Valoran Plain.

This time, the Empire's call for an emperor can be so high, and Du Kekao is not a little operational.

"Without Lord Leicester, the Great Empire would have fallen."

Invisible pressure came over him, keeping his head down from Lester's downward gaze, and Du Kecao watched his toes, trying to keep his composure.

At this moment, he was even in a trance, wondering if his sovereign really had the intention of becoming an emperor, or if he had crossed the boundary.

He didn't feel much when Blanc was in power, but now he really understands what it means to be a companion.

"The people of Noxus need a faith worth following, behind every great empire there is a supreme founder, in the whole of Noxus, only Lord Leicester is worth following, and only Lord Leicester is worthy of prostration!"

Still in the prime of life, Du Kekao was handsome, of medium build, with short black and thick hair, and was loved by young girls of the empire, and only those who knew Du's character well knew that in the eyes of men there was only power.

Power is also only a manifestation of power.

Du got down on one knee for the second time, chasing the power he craved.

Lester slowly took off his mask and cast a deep and majestic gaze at the group.

"Do you also think that Noxus needs an emperor?"

Everyone was speechless, and followed Du's movements to speak with action.

At this moment, wave after wave of calls came from the window of the conference hall, coming from all directions from the west, like an old castle singing a hymn, and like a group of bloodthirsty robbers sharpening their knives in the middle of the night, trying to drink blood and eat flesh.

"What's that sound?"

Lester frowned and looked at Du Kecao, who also looked up at the Destined Lord.

"Lord Lester, this is the voice of the Empire, she needs a king to lead us to higher places, and now, the Empire is calling for her king."

Pushing open the heavy wooden door of the conference hall, the slightly messy call has become uniform,

Under the reverent gaze of the Black Guard, Lester looked down the precipitous pass of the city, where countless Noxians were forming a flowing tide with baskets of flowers, clustering the most precipitous fortress of the Immortal Fortress like stars holding the moon.

Everyone was shouting a name, and the voices of tens of thousands of people gathered in the sky above the Immortal Fortress, causing the earth to tremble and the sky to be eclipsed.

The name, it's called Leicester.

Leicester knew that Du Kecao was capable, but he never imagined that Du Kecao would be able to do things like this.

He didn't know if the unruly Noxians really wanted an undead emperor who would ride on everyone's heads, so he made two plans, one in the Emerald Collar and the other entirely in the hands of the self-volunteering Du Kekao, to give him free rein and see how much of his prestige really stood in the Empire.

Therefore, in Du Qucao's tentative questioning, he only replied faintly, 'Prove to me, this country needs an emperor'.

Now is the time for Du Kecao to hand in his answers.

The most powerful thing about Du Kecao is not the invisible dagger in his hand, but the absolute control of the hearts of the people at the bottom, if he can ensure enough loyalty, Du Kecao is the most suitable intelligence leader.

Turning back, Du Quecao and the powerful old nobles were still kneeling under the uninhabited high seats, and Lester smiled and, in the shadows, walked towards the taller castle towers.

"Camille, on the path of the chief assassin of the Night's Blade, you may have to meet an opponent, and in this matter, the teacher may not be able to help you."

The sky darkened unconsciously, as if I heard the roar of the Noxians who disobeyed the destiny of heaven, just now it was still a sunny day and white clouds, and in an instant, the sun was blocked by the sudden clouds,

A few muffled thunderbolts pierced the sky like a siege hammer and struck the distant earth, and a light rain fell in the sky, but the people under the walled fortress did not disperse, but gathered more and more, cheering and dancing in the rain with their chests exposed.

Even the sound of thunder could not silence the voice in the hearts of all peoples.

This voice finally made Lester know that he was qualified enough to continue moving forward, taking a step backwards for modern people.

"You don't have to come along."

"Yes, sir."

Swinging off the Black Guard who followed him, facing the raindrops in the sky, Lester walked up the cold and hard steps, walking higher alone, a thousand years have passed, but the road under his feet has not changed, the road is still the same way.

The footsteps made a crunching sound when they stepped on the stagnant water, and Lester's surging heart gradually calmed down.

It didn't take long for Lester to reach the very top of the walled city, where even the Gorill Mountains and the Trifecta of Pagrus were at his feet, but they were too high to hear the call.

Standing behind the edge of the wall, Lester looked out over the mountains in the distance, with the wind and rain at his fingertips.

This was his second visit to this place, and the last time he had been here was more than 900 years ago, when he brought Misha and Sheena to the Imperial Celebration as the lord who conquered the Mombians, and at that time, the Emerald Territory had just been established on the bones of the Mombians.

In the blink of an eye, Misha became the judgment angel of the empire, suppressing the entire empire with the power of a demigod, and becoming the most just imperial arbiter, and Sheena became a demon-faced phantom above ten thousand people under one person, running the affairs of the empire for him.

The Peewee sisters became the winged angels who guarded the Noxian Empire, the Pillars of the Empire, and also became his women.

The contemporaries Xia and LeBlanc can still be by their side, and more names are left at any time, like the mud and sand carried away by the sea at low tide, which has become a text in the history of the empire.

But he knew that those names were not a piece of words, but an irreparable defect and memory as an immortal, and a pain engraved in his soul.

Lester, who had long been accustomed to the mercilessness of time, raised his head and let the rain wash his cheeks and soul, as if to hide his weakness for a moment.

He has never forgotten the deepest wish in his heart, which is an unattainable goal of the god of time, and now mastering Noxus is only the first step, and there is the possibility of taking the second step.

is also the ruler of the king, he and Mordecaesar are fundamentally different, Mordecaesar suppresses people's hearts with fear, but he conquers people's hearts with the way of kings, but this world is extraordinary, and it is not a myth to suppress a country with his own strength, and it is unknown who can go further between the way of tyrants and the way of kings.

In silence, Lester raised his right foot and stepped on the edge of the wall, spreading his arms in the wind and rain, and staring coldly at the raging thunder above the sky.

The path of fighting with people is over, the power of the empire is enough to crush and bulldoze the entire land of runeterra, and the next time will be the era of fighting with gods and demons.

The Dark Lord, the spirit of the astral plane, the Endless Void, the Otherworldly Gods, and perhaps many more hidden enemies.

Although the land of runes is large, he has no way back, and if he takes one wrong step, he will fall into the abyss, and everything he knows will be shattered.

Today, the backstory of Runeterrae has changed beyond recognition, the Presidium conquered by the Empire will not have a standing battle, the sword sister Irelia may never awaken [Dance of Blades], the Wind Sword Dojo has not been wiped out by the Empire, but has joined the Empire, with the support of the Empire, the Wind Sword Dao will definitely not decline,

Even if there was a Suma Elder who met Yong En and Yasuo as apprentices under the arrangement of fate, these two would have joined the Empire.

He doesn't even know if the heroes who have grown up in the suffering will still appear in front of him, maybe even if they do, it won't have much meaning for him, it's better to be an ordinary person and spend his life in peace.

It is only heroes of the level of Sindra and Karma that can be an effective help, so when you think about it, you should put more thought into finding support heroes.

In the wind and rain, Lester closed his eyes.

"The next path should be to break the seal of the astral boundary and enhance one's own strength, supplemented by getting acquainted with or buying transcendentals.

The empire has become a general trend that will not be easily shaken, and its development is controlled by Sheena, who is better than me, and has LeBlanc and Misha to help me, I only need to guide on key events, and I don't need to spend too much thought on this,

Shadow Island must be visited in person, not to mention the abduction of the sleepy Bobby, the problem of the Sacred Tree alone needs to be solved as soon as possible, as well as Mirror Claw and Yutail, I can't say when the Void Spirit Evil Lord will come to clean the portal, and I have to guard against ......"

"Before that......"

Lester reopened his eyes, his gaze like lightning.

"The enthronement ceremony will be placed after the imperial celebration."

(End of chapter)