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Since half a year ago, this land belonging to the Royal Hunting Grounds had been sealed off. Even those in high positions within the imperial core were forbidden from approaching it. Only the royal family and a few ministers like Sialot knew the truth. To outsiders, it was only known that for six months, large quantities of precious steel and skilled magic array designers had been sent inside, never to return.
Today, all ninety-nine Watchtowers were activated simultaneously, gathering immense power that shone like a blazing sun in the night, illuminating the gardens.
As she watched the first Watchtower complete its extreme balancing act, Yasthia couldn't help but feel hopeful. Unlike her previous experience in Blackstone Town, these towers were constructed using the empire's most precious and rare resources, achieving an 87% compatibility with the Watchtower Blueprint.
In truth, Yasthia had no idea what would happen after activation. Due to Sundgoth's arrival, she had been taken away by Tifet before she could catch a final glimpse. However, for the past year and a half, the image of that tower and the Blueprint had lingered in her mind like an indelible mark. Initially, she thought it was merely guilt over Garen; after all, everyone believed he was dead after that incident.
Gradually, Yasthia realized it was not just guilt but also a deep-seated desire within her! That tower, which surpassed current continental thinking, was an irresistible temptation for all magic tower builders. Yes, Yasthia was captivated. So she decided to take action—she would construct a complete and high-quality Watchtower!
At that moment, the outermost tower trembled… and suddenly collapsed! The precise and high-quality steel became fragile in an instant, turning into a pile of rubble. Yet the swirling vortex above it did not dim; instead, its brilliance intensified…
With a crash!
A relatively intact piece of Black Adamantite was suddenly kicked askew!
"Have we arrived? That was fast," a burly figure emerged from the dust. He was bare-chested, with red bandages wrapped around his arms and calves, and another bandage covering his eyes.
The man reached out to touch the swirling dust as if he could understand the structure of the air without seeing it. Suddenly, he lowered his hand and turned to "look" a few meters away. "Long time no see, Shauna."
There stood a group of pitch-black crows flapping their wings as a woman with a large crossbow on her back stepped forward.
"It’s time to showcase some real skills! Ahem, where is this?" A blonde youth coughed, clearly unaccustomed to the dust and smoke here.
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One by one, the Watchtowers collapsed as figures emerged—some towering giants several meters tall, others mechanical beings covered in machinery, or short dwarves… instantly transforming into the most spectacular scene in the royal gardens.
Seeing this scene, Sialot was nearly furious. Initially, he was only distressed about the Magical Energy resources, but now even the precious materials had been destroyed. This... this was all wealth! Sialot could foresee that for the next five years, he wouldn't be able to scrape any profit from the imperial system!
"Your Highness, we spent a lot of resources to bring in this strange bunch?" Sialot stormed forward, pointing at the group below.
As a minister of the empire, he had witnessed too many unimaginable events; he was not surprised by something like this teleportation.
"It seems so," Yasthia said, gazing at the strangers with astonishment. She couldn't shake the feeling that she saw shadows of Garen among some of them.
"Look at this unruly bunch! Clearly, they are a menace that refuses to be disciplined!" Sialot gritted his teeth. "They must all be brought under control and kept within the palace!"
After saying this, Sialot disregarded Yasthia's opinion and called a large number of guards to rush over.
There was also a small ulterior motive behind Sialot's actions. It was obviously impossible to retrieve those precious resources now; however, those strange strangers might prove to be a powerful force. He said this to Yasthia because he was certain she wasn't familiar with them and didn't even know who would be teleported here.
In this situation, he needed to take the initiative first. If he could control that group in his palm, it would be ideal; if not, he must leave a deep impression on them so they would regard him with respect. At an appropriate time, it might even be necessary to kill one or two of them.
...
In just a short while, the warriors from Valoran found their respective factions: Piltover, Zuan, Noxus, Ionia, Demacia, Shadow Isles, Freljord, Shurima, Bilgewater, Bandle City, Giant's Peak, War Academy.
No one felt lost in this unfamiliar world; instead, they all appeared excited. Indeed, it seemed that there had never been a gathering of all factions' Super Warriors like this before. Look over there—on the left are allies, but just ten meters away on the right are hostile forces; they might have even been at war recently.
This feeling was both novel and tense; everywhere was filled with the scent of drawn bows and arrows. Yet on the surface, everyone maintained their composure and seemed unconcerned.
"Hey there, beautiful lady. Care for a game?" Twisted Fate tipped his hat down and spoke in a low voice.
Leona, clad in radiant golden armor, was taken aback; she hadn't expected someone to act so flippantly in her presence.
Giant's Peak is located at the center of the Valoran Continent. Due to unresolved internal issues, it rarely had contact with the outside world. This was truly Twisted Fate's first encounter with the Dawnbringer in a meaningful sense.
But what he didn't see was that not far away, a burly man wearing a helmet was already polishing his long hair and round shield.
"Haha, you really haven't changed a bit after all these years! Good partner!" Another voice interjected, revealing Graves, who was puffing on a cigar and sneering.
Twisted Fate's expression changed upon hearing that voice. If there was anyone he least wanted to see on the entire Valoran Continent, it was definitely Graves. He had ruthlessly betrayed this old partner at the gambling table, and since then, they had completely fallen out. Even though they both belonged to Bilgewater, they had rarely crossed paths over the years.
Just as Twisted Fate was planning to make a run for it, he felt the unmistakable pressure of a shotgun pressed against his back.
"Please don't point a gun at my dance partner." Suddenly, a cold voice rang out as a seductive woman appeared between the two.
Widowmaker, Evelynn!
"Well... although their issues are quite troublesome for us too, it's not up to Shadow Isles to intervene." Suddenly, Miss Fortune Sarah and Captain Plank walked up side by side.
Two guns were aimed directly at Evelynn.
"What’s this? Are we going to fight?" At this point, the Shadow Isles could no longer stand by. Centaur Hecarim and Spear of Vengeance Tristana strode forward.
"Finally found you, the killer of my wife." Another furious voice echoed as Lucian pointed his twin pistols at the green specter—Soul Lock Warden, Hammerstone.
With Lucian stepping forward, Demacia also ceased to remain silent. Fiona, Brandwein, and others followed closely behind.
Everyone knew that Demacia and Noxus were notorious rivals. Seeing Demacia's warriors advance, Leflarn and her group had no qualms about stirring up trouble.
Then War Academy couldn't stand by any longer. This highest authority for resolving political disputes on the Valoran Continent would not allow these city-states to cause chaos right under its nose. Jax and others stepped up.
In an instant, various factions took their sides, and an intense battle was on the verge of breaking out.
No one could have anticipated that just because Twisted Fate greeted Leona, it would trigger what could become the largest battle in League history...
As the tension reached its peak, suddenly a disdainful voice interrupted them.
"You bunch of foreign natives! Stand in line immediately and accept the organization of the Holy Empire!" Sialot coldly scanned everyone with a superior gaze.
Suddenly, the tense atmosphere that had just been charged with energy fell silent, becoming somewhat eerie.
"What did he just say?" Graves asked, a bit confused, having forgotten that his shotgun was pressed against Twisted Fate's back, while Twisted Fate held several Magic Cards in his hand.
"I’ve never heard of the Holy Empire," Sun Wukong scratched his head in confusion. "Who among you has?"
The entire League was taken aback.
"Charge!"
Darius, standing closest, swung his axe and cleaved Sialot in half, stroking his chin as he remarked, "A competitor?"
Blood splattered across the ground.
The guards behind Sialot became frantic.
Yet the people of Valoran remained indifferent, as if they were ignoring it all.
Blood was far too common.
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