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Ge Xiaolun sensed a powerful energy surging within Lux's body—it was magic. He raised an eyebrow slightly.

"This girl's magic is many times stronger than Luna's..." Ge Xiaolun thought to himself, "Strange, with such strong magic, how come she hasn't been captured by the demon hunters?"

A thought flashed through his mind, sending chills down his spine: Could it be that Demacia's ban on magic only applies to ordinary people?

Chapter 82 Taking Down the Server

King Jarvan III, regaining his composure, asked, "May I ask what brings you here?"

Just as Cheng Yaowen and Zhao Xin were about to speak, Ge Xiaolun spoke first, emanating an invisible pressure. Everyone present felt it become difficult to breathe.

"We have come to spread the faith of my God and to bring your country into the Kingdom of God." Ge Xiaolun's voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

“Before we came, we had some expectations for Demacia,” Ge Xiaolun said, his gaze sweeping across the room. “There are many of our counterparts here, and the people’s lives are relatively stable. We originally intended to have a good discussion with you.”

His tone suddenly changed, becoming icy and chilling: "But after witnessing your despicable anti-magic system and this blatant injustice firsthand, I am utterly disappointed in you."

"It's time to abolish this outdated rule."

An uproar erupted in the hall. A nobleman couldn't help but step forward: "You?!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was forced to his knees by the even stronger pressure released by Ge Xiaolun. Behind Ge Xiaolun, a huge phantom of a god seemed to appear, and beside him, a giant silver lion was faintly visible.

Jarvan III broke out in a cold sweat and quickly waved his hands, "Your Majesty, please calm your anger. We are well aware of the backwardness of the anti-magic system and are already seeking change! We believe that within a few years..."

Ge Xiaolun interrupted him: "Several years? What happened to those innocent mages during these years? Has any of you cared?" He thought of Luna, whom he had met before, whose small figure trembled slightly, which made his heart ache.

Ge Xiaolun sneered: "Don't talk about treating everyone equally! That noble girl behind you has such powerful magic, why didn't you arrest her?"

As he spoke, Ge Xiaolun pointed a finger, directly activating the light magic that Lux had suppressed within her body.

"Ah!" Lux exclaimed in surprise. A dazzling white light burst forth from her body, converging into a pillar of light that shot straight into the sky, even piercing through the roof of the palace.

"How could Lux ​​be a mage?"

The members of the Crownguard family exchanged glances, clearly aware of Lux's secret.

That's understandable. They spend every day together, how could Lux's secret be kept from everyone? The Crownguard family members all knew more or less about it, but they tacitly kept it a secret for her.

Jarvan III's face stiffened. He looked at Garen's parents, who were filled with remorse.

His face turned pale, and he felt a bitter taste in his mouth: it seemed that what the god said was true; the ban on magic in Demacia had never been equal.

Faced with Jarvan III's silence, Zhao Xin pressed on: "What, have you been hit where it hurts and have nothing to say?"

He raised his chin defiantly: "I'll give you a choice: either submit obediently, or we'll beat you into submission!"

Jarvan III's expression was complex. He was not afraid of or reluctant to relinquish his power, but rather worried about the future of the Demacian people.

In the world of League of Legends, gods have always been high above, regarding mortals as mere ants. The ancient wars between the gods turned countless civilians and believers into cannon fodder.

Cheng Yaowen saw his concerns and stepped forward, saying, "Join my God's cause, and you will be protected. All you need to do is offer your loyalty and faith."

"In return, you will receive the bread of the gods. This bread can grow with water, light, and soil, and it will ripen every few days."

These words caused an uproar in the hall.

"What? Grain that can mature in just a few days?"

"This...this is impossible! It's more amazing than magic!"

"If we really had this kind of food, Demacia would never have to worry about famine again!"

"But... will the gods really protect us?"

The ministers discussed the matter animatedly; some were excited, some were skeptical, and most were incredulous.

Cheng Yaowen surveyed the hall, taking in everyone's expressions, and declared loudly, "Pray to God, and you will obtain everything you desire! Now, make your choice: do you believe in our God?"

Jarvan III pondered for a long time, his gaze sweeping over the faces filled with anticipation and trepidation. He knew all too well that he bore the fate of all Demacia on his shoulders.

After a struggle, Jarvan III finally made up his mind and slowly rose to his feet: "Demacia, we submit to the gods!"

At the same time, Yang Yi sensed Demacia's submission from the sky.

He smiled slightly, and with a wave of his hand, the power of faith flowed in, condensing into solemn altars of faith throughout Demacia.

As for missionary work, Yang Yi was not worried.

A God who truly brings benefits to believers does not need to actively preach.

People who have tasted the benefits will naturally become the most devout believers and spontaneously spread their faith.

Kayle, the angel of justice, sensed the unusual activity in Demacia, flapped her wings, and streaked across the sky like a streak of light.

"With the sharp blade in hand, we can punish all directions!"

Kyle whispered, her voice echoing in the wind. A flame of justice burned fiercely in her golden eyes.

Suddenly, the clouds churned ahead, and a group of angels with pure white wings blocked her path. The leader, clad in silver armor, sat high on a throne, his face strikingly similar to Kyle's, yet exuding an even more domineering aura.

"Who are you people!" Kyle demanded sharply, his voice carrying an undeniable authority.

Angel Leng stepped forward and announced, "Let the clouds churn! Queen Keisha has arrived."

Kyle's pupils contracted sharply as he stared intently at Keisha: "Evil one, how dare you impersonate me! Submit to the light, and I will forgive your soul."

Keisha chuckled softly, "Tsk tsk tsk, oh my, it seems my counterpart is quite arrogant. I'll give you two choices: either surrender, or be beaten into surrendering."

"Those who defy us will not be shown mercy!"

Without another word, Kyle flapped his wings and two holy swords burning with flames appeared in his hands, rushing towards Keisha with sacred fire.

Keisha's eyes narrowed, her fighting spirit surging: "Oh? Interesting. You use a sword too? It's been quite a few years since I've stretched my muscles. Today is the perfect opportunity."

"Yan!"

Angel Yan immediately handed over a Blazing Sun Sword. Keisha took it, flicked her wrist, and flames erupted from the blade.

"clang--!"

The three swords clashed, scattering golden light. Kayle's Fiery Holy Sword and Keisha's Blazing Sun Sword collided, creating a deafening roar.

Kyle suddenly felt a tremendous force coming from him and was secretly shocked: This imposter's strength is actually above mine!

Keisha easily blocked Kyle's attack and smiled slightly. She could sense that although her divine power in this world was great, it was still lacking in refinement.

"That's it?" Keisha looked at Kyle defiantly. "It seems that you, the angel of justice, are nothing special after all."

Enraged, Kyle took flight, brandishing his twin swords and unleashing a flurry of sword shadows as he attacked Keisha.

Keisha neither dodged nor evaded, her Blazing Sun Sword wielding like the wind, deflecting all the attacks.

"Fancy and frivolous." Keisha smiled dismissively, and in a flash, she appeared behind Kyle.

Kyle only felt a blur before her eyes, and Keisha's sword was already there, the flames on the blade causing her a stinging pain.

"you lose."

Kyle never imagined that he would lose so quickly and so completely.

Keisha tilted her head slightly, her eyes playful: "Do you submit?"

Kyle gritted his teeth and remained stubbornly silent.

"You're not convinced? Then I'll beat you until you are!" Keisha seemed to have been intrigued, and she suddenly swung out the Blazing Sun Sword in her hand.

Chapter 83 Conquering Noxus by Force

Yang Yi informed Ge Xiaolun to lift the ban on magic in Demacia, and that he could deal with any rebels as he saw fit.

Inside the council hall, Ge Xiaolun's gaze swept over every Demacia executive.

"Within three days, the ban on magic will be lifted throughout Demacia. This is an order, not a matter for discussion."

Jarvan III's expression was complex; he seemed to want to say something, but ultimately let out a sigh and nodded. The other nobles lowered their heads, not daring to raise any objections.

Leaving the council hall, Ge Xiaolun headed straight for the Demon Hunter Prison. The building was unassuming in appearance, but it was the nightmare of countless magicians.

The door opened, and a putrid smell filled the air. Along the dimly lit corridor were rows of cells where mages were imprisoned. Most of them were dressed in tattered clothes, their hands and feet bound by chains of anti-magic stones, their eyes vacant.

As Ge Xiaolun walked forward, he read the prisoners' memories.

Fragments of memory flashed through his mind: a teenager was arrested for controlling insects; a mother was arrested for using healing magic to save her son; and an old man was imprisoned for accurately predicting the weather…

"These people are accused of possessing magic?"

However, some magicians have indeed committed crimes—using magic to harm, steal, or even kill others.

However, these people were only a minority; most prisoners were considered heretics simply because of their innate magical abilities.

Deep inside the prison, Ge Xiaolun discovered Elderd's secret laboratory.

This leader of the magic hunters outwardly hates magic, but secretly he is researching how to use it.

"Damn it!" Ge Xiaolun decided to ask Yang Yi to put Eldred in a secret prison.

This incident also reminded Ge Xiaolun that he planned to thoroughly investigate the other nobles in Demacia; he was certain that there were quite a few damned guys among them.

Descending the prison corridor, Ge Xiaolun reached the lowest level. Here, there was only one cell, and the walls were entirely made of anti-magic stone, making it more secure than other areas.

A thin man sat in the cell, his disheveled long hair and beard covering most of his face, but his eyes were unusually bright, like flames in the darkness.

“Silas,” Ge Xiaolun murmured the name.

Hearing footsteps, Sylas looked up, his pupils shrinking sharply upon seeing who it was. That face—it was exactly the same as the portrait Lux had secretly shown him!

"Garen?" Sylas's heart raced, his thoughts racing. Had Lux's risk to come see him been discovered? Was she in danger? No, he couldn't panic; he had to protect her.

Silas suppressed his inner panic, stood up with feigned composure, and sneered, "Oh, what wind blew our esteemed knight here? To come and see this sinful mage?"

Ge Xiaolun ignored him, walked to the cell door, and reached out to grab the lock.

With a "crack," the sturdy anti-magic stone lock was torn apart by him.

Silas was stunned.

Ge Xiaolun entered the cell, drew his greatsword, and severed the magic-suppressing stone chains on Silas's wrist with a single strike. He stepped back, indicating that Silas could come out.

Silas looked down at his freed hands, feeling the magic within him slowly returning. For the first time in over a decade, he was free from the suppression of the magic-suppressing stone.

Shocked, Silas's mind raced. Was this a trap? Or was someone trying to use him? In any case, this was a chance to escape.

He secretly accumulated magical power, preparing to find an opportunity to control Ge Xiaolun and use him as a hostage to escape.