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Monroe Alston could swear to God that he had never seen such a war.

No, can this really be called war? He was very skeptical.

Demacia's elite soldiers wear heavy armor that can withstand even magic, and the weapons in their hands are extremely sharp. But they were as powerless as children when facing the giant.

The subtle tactics and unyielding will that these elites have been training for a long time have not allowed them to stand in front of the giant for one more second - more people can't even touch him, and die instantly under the axe.

He wasn't even wearing armor, with his strong upper body naked, and wielding two giant axes, he slaughtered among the soldiers. No soldier's weapon or arrow could penetrate his skin and cause him to shed a drop of blood.

Monroe Auston's lips trembled slightly, and his mustache trembled with it. He is more like an artist who has entered and exited the upper class than a general who leads a war. Although it is impossible to look like a person, he is really helpless at this time.

What else can be done? There is nothing he can do.

The opponent broke through the fortified triple defense of Xiongdu in forty minutes, and the Fearless Vanguard was still at the border and could not return. Fighting this monster with infantry and archers without heavy cavalry...?

You might as well throw me up there and ask the guy if he needs someone to paint him.

"Perhaps, I can offer you some help, my lord."

Just then, a man in a black robe came over, he was hunched over, and Monroe frowned. He knew this kind of person - a mage seeker. In Demacia, they were the only ones who would dress like this, with their faces completely hidden by hoods.

Magic seekers are a specialty of the Kingdom of Demacia, and other countries in Runeterra are thirsty for mages. Only those who rely on the Forbidden Stone to establish their country are shunned and even disgusted by mages. Therefore, the Mage Seekers came into being.

They specialize in investigating magical phenomena and will determine if they are man-made, and once they are sure that there are indeed signs of a mage behind them, they will go out and capture those 'degenerate' mage - no matter your gender, age, status .

And worst of all... once you're in their prison, you're not a Demacian anymore. Not even a slave.

However, this is understandable, after all, the original prototype of Demacia was a village established by a group of people who fled here to avoid magical disasters. Their fear and dislike of magic has persisted for centuries, and many Demacians are still quite afraid of magic and wizards to this day.

Monroe's face was ugly, and he never liked dealing with magic seekers. In his opinion, mageseekers are more disgusting than mages. Moreover, this **** appeared at this time, and he must have no good intentions.

He asked with a gloomy face: "If you have something to say, say it quickly, Demon Seeker."

The man bowed slightly, not paying attention to his attitude: "My lord, that monster may be able to resist sharp blades and arrows...but what about magic?"

"what do you mean...?"

"Yes, my lord." He bowed again, his head lowered. "Not long ago, we just arrested a girl with powerful magic, she might be able to come in handy."

Monroe stroked his beard, his right hand was already on the hilt of the sword, and he laughed twice: "Really? Then bring her to try."

The man bowed deeply, and Monroe turned his head and continued to watch his soldiers die one after the other.

He thought that if the mage could save the rest from death, it would not be impossible for her to return to freedom, just banish her from Demacia. But when the demon hunter brought the girl over with two companions, Monroe drew his sword with a bang.

"The Winged God is above—!" His voice sounded like the scream of some animal before it died, and it was extremely harsh. "My God! What the **** did you do to her?!"

"It's no big deal, my lord. Every mage must be punished as an atonement for their natural blasphemy," the mageseeker replied calmly, as if ignoring what happened.

The two seekers behind him were also wearing black robes, but with long swords hanging from their waists.

A thin black-haired girl was carried over by them on a stretcher. One of her hands had disappeared, and she was swaying on the side of the stretcher. Her eyes were also wrapped in blood-stained cloth. The whole person looked dirty, smelled unpleasant, and was covered in blood. Painful dreams are also issued from time to time.

The corners of Monroe's eyes twitched slightly, and he forced himself not to look at the girl or listen to her moaning full of pain: "What crime did she commit? She looks like a teenager at most!"

The mageseeker bowed slightly, his voice still calm: "She's a mage, my lord. That's what we always do with mages. Perhaps the physical pain will make them forget that they have magic, so that they can clear their minds. Sin, back to normal."

"You goddamn—" Monroe roared, furious. "What you've done is shameful to Demacia!"

"Demacia asked me to do such a thing, my lord. I'm just doing my job," the man replied. "Might as well let her try, maybe the monster will fall. Your soldiers don't need to die anymore."

Hearing this sentence, Monroe barely calmed down. He suppressed his anger and sheathed his sword. Monroe said coldly, "...you better hope she'll make it."

The mageseeker said nothing, turned around and motioned for his two companions to put the stretcher down. Then he took out something from the cloth bag at his waist.

With a certain distance, and he didn't know whether it was intentional or not, he seemed to be covering his eyes with his own body, so Monroe couldn't see what he was feeding the girl.

The girl let out a scream, and then sat up. Large chunks of blood poured out between her tightly closed lips and teeth, soaking the front of her clothes. When she cried at the horrific scene, before she could speak, she was slapped in the face. The familiar pain seemed to remind her of something, and she quickly calmed down.

The magic seeker looked down and said coldly, "Ana Artis, you were convicted of possessing magic. Now, you have a chance to redeem your sin, are you willing to accept it?"

The girl called Anna shrank, her shoulders twitching, a gesture that made Monroe, who was watching this coldly, think of a wounded deer. She whimpered and said, "Sir, it's alright - I'm willing to do anything, just please don't..."

"Snapped!"

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The magic seeker slapped him again, and he said coldly, "Are you willing to accept the answer to the question?"

"Accept... accept! I accept!" The girl's cheeks swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, but she didn't even dare to touch it. She trembled and agreed.

The witch hunter turned around. "My lord, she agreed."

Monroe Auston felt that he had never felt so cold—not even seven years ago when he was besieged by two direwolf in the Freljord. He felt like his blood was frozen.

The **** of flying wings is above, what has our country become? Why should a girl of this age suffer such a fate? what did she do? Just because he's a mage?

A sense of guilt made him grit his teeth. Monroe knew the existence of the seekers, but he didn't know that the mages would be treated like this... Is this girl an exception? Or will everyone else suffer the same fate? The mageseekers say they're guilty...what's the crime?

At the very least, Munro didn't think a child could commit any sins worthy of her being treated like this.

At the same time, Monroe is also very aware of another thing. His guilt doesn't help, the hurt has already happened to this girl and many more people. He is a bystander, and only a powerless bystander. But now... he seems to be one of the perpetrators.

The feeling made him almost vomit, and he heard himself say in a very calm voice, "Fine, take her to try."

the other side.

Sion strictly adheres to the teachings of Kronos - focus on the fight, but don't indulge. Although he may now be strong enough to fight several Kronos with his bare hands, the opponent's long-term combat experience can still serve as his mentor to some extent.

Moreover, in his eyes, the importance of Kronos is far more than that. According to himself, he served in his Chapter for three hundred years, enough time for a mortal to grow into a war machine, let alone an Astarte like Kronos?

He was not only a martial arts instructor for Thane, but an instructor for the entire nascent Noxian army. Sean was pretty sure that no one but him had the qualifications. Not even himself.

Shane is very clear about his own advantages. If his open and close tricks are used by mortals, it is tantamount to sending them to death. But Kronos is different, no matter what weapon you use, he can provide useful insights, which is very scary, which means that he is proficient in all weapons.

Putting aside complicated thinking, Sion's battle is actually not easy - of course, only in relative terms.

He tried his best to keep his every move and every move just enough to kill these Demacians, but not to let them die too miserably. After all, he wanted a quick and precise kill, not a slaughter. It is true that he did this as if he was not happy for himself, but...  

Sean is happy.

After fully accepting his new identity, he developed an inexplicable aversion to killing humans. But the Demacians couldn't be persuaded. They were as rigid as their Forbidden Stone. Apart from lifting their resistance as soon as possible, Sion couldn't think of a better way.

Just as he finished dealing with several Demacian shield guards who would rather die than retreat, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure that should not have appeared on the battlefield.

It was a little girl, and her whole body was wounded, and she even had blood-stained strips wrapped around her eyes. At this time, two men in black robes were bringing them in his direction, with ropes tied around their necks and hands. It didn't look like a person, but like an animal.

A familiar anger made Sean's breathing heavier, his face changed suddenly, and the original calm instantly turned into turbulent waves. The killing intent at that moment made the Demacian soldiers who stopped in front of him all take a step back.

Shane glanced at them, restrained his anger, and then said coldly, "Are you Demacians even sending children to die now?"

The soldiers looked back, then gradually made a way out for the girl at their commander's orders. Sean saw that many of them were angry with the two men in black robes.

The girl walked not far from Shane, and the man in black robe untied the rope that bound her hands, but the rope around her neck remained in their hands. Then, she shrank and raised her hands, and a dark fireball condensed out of thin air from her raised hands, expanding to the size of a washbasin in an instant.

Mage?

Shane squinted, but he wanted to see what the Demacians wanted to do with this girl.

He put down the axe and waited for the change. The scene at this time was extremely absurd. He was surrounded by soldiers in the center, but no one dared to step forward and wave a weapon at him. On the contrary, a girl with bruises and bruises was pushed out by them to face him.

As the fireball condensed, the girl's body trembled more and more, and it could almost be described as crumbling. She couldn't even stand, and then, as if to a certain point. She waved her hands suddenly, the fireball was thrown by her, and she fell to the ground.

With the stares of countless people, the fireball bombarded the giant in an instant, and the smoke and dust splashed everywhere. They watched this scene with anticipation, but no one cared about the fallen girl.

Until an angry voice sounded in the smoke: "Pest!"

As the voice fell, the ground began to tremble, and the emotion in his voice even made the air heavier. Many people were horrified to find that they could no longer move their bodies - because the giant had rushed out of the smoke and came to them. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

He was still wrapped in a lot of smoke, his eyes were red, and an ominous light was reflected on his hideous steel chin. A roar erupted with him at the center, and an offensive ten times stronger than before was born from under the two giant axes. Thane no longer held back, and the actions of the Demacians cost him all his respect for them.

Monroe Auston shook his head. At this moment, he himself did not expect to be so calm. He even felt he deserved it—ah, Monroe Auston. You lived up to your surname and sent a girl to the battlefield to die. …

His ill-timed sentimentality didn't last long when the mage-seeker's voice reached his ears again: "Looks like we've failed, my lord."

Monroe opened his eyes suddenly, and the tremor of the ground meant that the giant started to charge. He gritted his teeth, trying to say something to the seeker despite the terrifying tremor, but he bowed again and walked away silently. Monroe stared at the back of his departure, and for the first time in his life wanted to swing his sword at his fellow man.

But he didn't. But let him leave peacefully.

Instead, he drew his sword and charged in the direction of Thane—he was a Demacian soldier after all.