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"Take them down! Take them all down! They killed Lord Sialot!" The guards snapped back to reality, shouting at the top of their lungs as the distant patrol rushed over, more and more guards surrounding the royal gardens.
The guards were filled with both anger and fear. After all, Minister Sialot was a genuine Second-Stage Warrior. Although his strength had been built up through various resources, his physique and power were undeniable, yet he had been casually slain by a single axe blow from the enemy!
However, this was still within the palace; watching an imperial minister be killed like this was a disgrace for any guard.
"Hehehe, are we about to fight?" Draven stepped behind his brother Darius, twirling two axes in his hands.
The Super Warriors of Noxus stepped forward one after another: Blade Shadow Talon, Furious Knight Kled, Death God Sion, along with the renowned Katarina and Leflarn... They had maintained harmony just moments ago because their opponents were equally formidable from Demacia and Ionia. But if their opponents turned out to be these guards who could barely hold their weapons, then harmony would cease to exist.
As Noxus advanced, the guards who had just gathered their courage hesitated and began to retreat.
Everyone present was a top-tier rune bearer; no matter where they were thrown, they would be outstanding warriors. How could they possibly compare to these royal guards?
At that moment, Yasthia pushed through the crowd despite the guards' attempts to stop her. "Put down your weapons! Please do not strike!"
"A woman..." Darius glanced at her dismissively before swinging his massive axe. The speed was so great that it left a red streak in the air. The guards barely had time to react before the axe blade swung toward Yasthia!
"Clang!" A sound of collision rang out as the axe blade was blocked by a golden halberd.
Darius frowned and said, "Do you wish to oppose Noxus, Prince Jarvan?"
As his voice echoed, Draven and the others tightened their grips on their weapons and approached, only to be intercepted by Demacia's forces.
The two factions stood opposed to each other, tension thick in the air.
"We have always been enemies," Jarvan IV replied coldly. "But I must remind you not to forget our purpose for being here."
The enmity between Demacia and Noxus had lasted for many years; it could be said that wherever both factions appeared together, conflict would inevitably arise. Yet since their arrival, Demacia and Noxus had curiously "ignored" each other, which was quite perplexing.
Darius seemed to have thought of something and fell into contemplation. Yes, the Watchtower's ability to accurately pinpoint the top Rune Warriors of Valoran indicated that this was no coincidence; in fact, it had likely been arranged long ago.
Before the Cataclysm began, the Time Guardian Kiran had contacted various factions and explained the events related to the Cataclysm. In fact, Kiran had been making these statements for years, but at that time, no one on the Valoran Continent believed him... Nevertheless, during the meeting before the Cataclysm, Kiran presented sufficient evidence.
This was also the fundamental reason why the heroes of Valoran had gathered together.
At that meeting, all factions reached a unanimous decision—to temporarily cease hostilities. Yes, if this Cataclysm was real, then all their years of conflict would be meaningless and would ultimately perish along with the disaster. Therefore, the most important thing at that moment was to resolve this catastrophe.
Even the most difficult faction to negotiate with, the Void, agreed to the truce, with Void Prophet Malzahar stepping forward to sign the contract.
“Everyone step back,” Darius gestured for Draven and the others to retreat and slowly lowered his axe.
“This must be the wisest decision I’ve seen from Noxus,” Jarvan IV smiled, indirectly mocking his opponents.
It was indeed a strange situation; while there might be mutual hatred and mockery among the factions, they all shared one common bottom line—no internal strife.
Jarvan IV turned around and asked, “Beautiful lady, I sense the presence of one of my companions on you.”
“Is it Garen?” Yasthia looked at the massive axe with lingering fear and took a moment to regain her composure before instinctively asking.
“It seems you already know each other,” Jarvan IV chuckled, stroking his chin. “May I ask where he is now? We have something quite important to discuss with him.”
“He…” Yasthia suddenly found herself in a dilemma.
She knew that there was no doubt about this group’s strength, and it appeared that this man in golden armor was quite familiar with Garen... But how should Yasthia respond?
Should she bluntly state that Garen had sacrificed himself two years ago in a duel against a black dragon?
Jarvan IV looked puzzled. “Is there a problem?”
"He might... already be dead." Yasthia hesitated for a moment before finally speaking up, briefly recounting the events from that time.
After hearing her, the expressions of the crowd varied.
In the Valoran Continent, Garen, a man who embodied justice to his very core, was undoubtedly a celebrity. At least among the Super Warriors present, everyone had heard of his name.
A warrior who dared to put his life on the line for justice. Oh no, even more famously, a man who perfectly embodied the role of a tank.
"Dead?" In the crowd, Katarina was momentarily stunned, unable to believe that this old rival she respected had actually died.
"Oh, what unfortunate news!" Darius said with a gleeful smirk.
However, the reaction from Demacia was unexpected for everyone.
General Zhao: "Uh... he’s dead? Did anyone manage to retrieve the Storm? That sword is quite valuable."
Demacia's Wings Quinn: "Idiot! Didn’t you hear that both the body and weapon are missing?"
Unmatched Swordmaster Fiona: "I really hate being watched because of issues like this... If I find him, I will definitely teach him a lesson."
General Zhao: "The premise is that we have to find him first... Why are you crying like a child?!"
Vengeful Flame Soul Brandwein: "Ahhh! Mr. Garen has actually died just like that! He was once a great comrade. I will honor him with flames... Uh, Lady Vayne, why aren’t you sad?"
Night Hunter Vayne: "He’s not dead."
Brandwein: "What! No... there’s no need to comfort me. Mr. Garen has passed away; all we can do is live well in the present and carry on his sense of justice... Oh! Why did you hit me?"
Zhao Xin shouted with frustration, "Who can knock that guy into Utterly Annihilated?!"
Utterly Annihilated... Utterly Annihilated... Utterly Annihilated... Brandwein's eyes, like flames, suddenly lit up, and she felt as if she had grasped the true meaning behind those words, a sudden clarity washing over her.
Looking at the people from Demacia, it wasn't just the other major factions; even Yasthia was momentarily stunned.
Jarvan IV pinched the bridge of his nose and said helplessly, "I apologize for the embarrassment. I believe that Garen is still alive, so please do not be too saddened."
If Yasthia had presented a corpse of Garen, it would have sparked the greatest fury Demacia had ever seen.
But what she said was Utterly Annihilated...
Perhaps other factions might not think much of it, but the people from Demacia were most familiar with Garen, especially his prowess as a "meat shield." To think he could be brought to Utterly Annihilated? Don't joke around... It's something we couldn't achieve even if we all combined our efforts.
However, this also meant that the clues had been interrupted. After all, without finding Garen, the challenges regarding the Cataclysm would become extremely tricky. Since the Watchers needed someone to stabilize the channel's energy for teleportation, Kiran couldn't arrive. But before the teleportation, he mentioned that Garen had grasped some crucial clues; finding him would be equivalent to finding the Cataclysm.
At that moment, Twisted Fate slowly stepped forward. He gathered several Magic Cards back into his possession and then drew out a special yellow card—Destiny.
"Buzz!" The moment Destiny was illuminated, it was as if a layer of bright gold enveloped the entire sky.
In an instant, the sky returned to normal.
Twisted Fate pondered for a while before saying, "East."
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