Since the sky was covered, the heavens began to show their holiness

Tyger City

At the forefront of the conflict between Demacia and Noxus, the city of Tyger stands like a weathered warrior in the flames of war on the border.

After countless battles, this ancient city was already covered with scars. The walls, built of magic-forbidden stone, were covered with gullies of varying depths, marks left by swords, axes, spears, and chisels. Each scar told of the tragic battles of the past.

"Your Highness, is there something wrong at the front?" Garen clenched the Crownguard sword at his waist, his knuckles turning blue and white from the force. He looked at the fearless vanguard army arrayed in the parade grounds, their armor glowing coldly in the twilight, and the flags in the distance surging like red waves, and a trace of worry appeared on his face.

Jarvan IV raised his hand and pressed down on his shoulder armor. The gilded lion-patterned wrist guard touched Garen's silver-white armor, making a crisp sound. "Garen, don't call me Your Highness anymore. We can just call each other brothers."

His tone was full of innate majesty, yet also concealed a bit of solemnity. "I just received a secret letter from your aunt. Piltover's Hextech aircraft appeared at the border, and is approaching Tyger City at full speed."

"Pilgewater? They are so far away, how come they suddenly show up in Demacia?" Garen frowned, his eyes full of vigilance. Between Pilgrimwater and Demacia lies the vast territory of Noxus. On weekdays, except for the routine visits of the official envoys, people from Piltover are rarely seen. This sudden visit is really strange.

"I have no idea."

Jarvan IV shook his head slightly, his handsome face full of confusion. Although he was the prince of Demacia, facing the military orders from Grand Marshal Tiana, even if he had many doubts in his heart, he could only put aside his thoughts and obey the orders - in the Fearless Vanguard Corps, which is based on order and discipline, under military orders, status must give way to responsibility.

Just as the two were talking, a sharp sound of breaking air suddenly tore through the sky, and a faint blue arc of light flashed among the clouds in the distance.

"coming."

Jarvan IV's eyes focused and he waved his hand. The soldiers behind him seemed to have received some kind of order and quickly formed a battle formation. At the same time, an invisible wave emanated from the city.

The Hextech aircraft that was flying through the clouds suddenly trembled violently, and the streamlined metal fuselage rubbed out dazzling sparks. The originally stable blue tail flame began to flicker strangely, and it made a sharp buzzing sound like a sea beast being strangled by the neck. The aircraft that lost power shook violently in the turbulence.

on the aircraft
Zhou Xian looked at the elemental light that had just condensed in his hand. Under the influence of this invisible wave, the elemental light suddenly dissipated in his palm.

"Is this the famous forbidden magic area in Demacia?"

The fire element between heaven and earth was like a candle flame that had been extinguished, the wind element hissed and dissipated in the invisible vortex, and even the most stable earth and stone power began to tremble in disorder. The elements of heaven and earth in the distance were withering at a speed visible to the naked eye. He could clearly sense that a certain force was spreading from the depths of the city, swallowing up and crushing all the elemental storms within a radius of ten miles. The power that the mages were proud of was just a lamb to be slaughtered on the chopping board.

Fortunately, Zhou Xian was not an ordinary wizard. His fingertips brushed across the surface of the space ring, and the rune patterns glowed faintly. The shaky Hextech aircraft turned into streams of light and sank into it amidst the roar.

Then he pulled Annie up, and ignored the pressure from the forbidden magic field, and stepped into the air on the invisible stairs. The broken elemental particles remaining in the air suddenly condensed strangely, hooking out mysterious runes under his feet. Every step he took stirred up dark golden ripples, as if forcibly stepping out a path in the chaotic elemental storm.

The soldiers on the city wall all clenched their spears, their Adam's apples rolling up and down uncontrollably. The originally tense formation was in turmoil, and some even forgot to maintain the defensive angle of their shields.

Jarvan IV's gilded wristbands creaked as he was squeezed. He looked at the figure walking through the forbidden magic realm as if it were flat ground, and an unprecedented shock rose in the depths of his pupils. This was the first time since the establishment of Demacia that he saw someone break through the forbidden magic realm that Demacia was so proud of so easily. The veins on Garen's knuckles as he held the heavy sword bulged, and the blade scraped sparks on the ground unconsciously. He stared at the two figures walking through the air against the pressure of the forbidden magic realm, and his brows under the helmet were almost twisted into a knot: "How is it possible? This is the forbidden magic realm!"

The soldiers around him were whispering to each other, and the sound of shields colliding was mixed with uneasy whispers. The forbidden magic field that had been invincible in the past now seemed to be torn open with a hideous crack.

As Zhou Xian and Annie approached step by step in the twisted air, the sound of gasps came from the city wall. The soldiers who were originally on high alert looked at each other, and their spears unconsciously dropped a little - what came into view were two children.

Garen's heavy sword nearly slipped out of his hand. He stared at the opponent's young face with wide eyes, and a groan of disbelief escaped from his throat.

The young man in front of him was so thin that he seemed like he could be blown away by the wind, and the girl holding the doll beside him was not even as tall as his waist. This scene was completely different from the powerful enemy he had imagined, and it seemed like an absurd dream.

Zhou Xianhuan was suspended in the air, his obsidian eyes swept over Jarvan IV and Garen, and finally stopped on the giant broadsword on Garen's back.

The ancient patterns wrapped around the sword were faintly visible in the forbidden magic area. He sniffed the air and caught a faint sacred breath at the tip of his nose.

"Star Spirits! It's those damn Star Spirits!"

The blood crystal staff behind Zhou Xian suddenly burst into dazzling scarlet cracks, and the distorted roar of the Darkin made the air buzz: "Protagonists! It's those damned Protoss!"

Golden runes appeared on the surface of the staff, violently confronting it. Dark red fluid surged wildly along the lines, as if countless painfully twisted faces were struggling in it.

Garen felt a burning tremor on his back, and the greatsword behind him actually made a humming sound like a dragon's roar in the scabbard. The gilded hilt became extremely hot, and the rune array on the sword body emitted a dazzling white light, as if an invisible force was about to break free.

The auras of the greatsword and the darkin weapon clashed in the air, causing ripples in the air, and the stone slabs on the ground cracked into spider-web-like patterns due to the impact of this energy.

He held the hilt of the sword tightly, veins bulging on his forehead. The greatsword that had accompanied him in battles for many years was now like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, eager to be unsheathed and completely purify the evil aura before its eyes.

"Cough cough."

Zhou Xian lowered his eyes and glanced at the blood crystal staff glowing with scarlet light. The cough that escaped from his throat was like a physical chain. In an instant, the dark aura surging on the staff suddenly stagnated, and the twisted and struggling blood-colored lines were like frozen magma, which converged at the moment of his cold gaze. The spell on the surface of the staff slowly dimmed, and the deafening roar just now stopped abruptly, leaving only a faint whimper echoing on the city wall, as if the rage just now was just an illusion.

A figure somewhere in Demacia suddenly raised his head and looked towards the direction of Tyger City: "Darkspawn. How could this rotten smell appear in Demacia?"

(End of this chapter)