I, Folyago, am the most devoted lover in Runeterra.

Even regarding his field of expertise, he found it somewhat difficult to elaborate.

Therefore, Jarvan IV's most powerful offensive tactic at this moment still comes from the extended clash of energy.

As the pale power emanating from the longsword in his hand reached its limit, Jarvan IV no longer hesitated, and pale light and shadow suddenly appeared around him.

Then Jarvan IV appeared like a pale shooting star, instantly arriving at Foljego's side.

Just now, it was this very sword strike that directly beheaded Has.

Now, Jarvan IV's sword strike is even more powerful than before.

Feuerg, however, neither dodged nor avoided the attack, as if he were frozen in fear, and simply stood there motionless.

Even the indifferent expression on his face remained unchanged.

The sword, imbued with terrifying power, was about to slash at Foygo's throat. If this strike landed, the white-haired man before him would surely suffer the same fate as Has just moments before.

A huge head shot into the sky.

And this arrogant and indifferent attitude will be forever frozen in this moment!

Thinking of this, a hint of excitement flickered in Jarvan IV's eyes.

He never imagined that this persistent nightmare would be broken so easily by him.

This terrifying man is actually easier to deal with than Haas!

A hint of pleasure flashed in Jarvan IV's eyes.

But suddenly, that smile froze on Jarvan IV's face.

Jarvan IV's expression froze; he never expected things to turn out this way.

The longsword, imbued with a pale power, was held in the man's hand with one hand. The destructive power that could corrode and destroy Has's crimson giant axe could not harm a single hair on the man's head.

Even the indifference in the man's eyes remained unchanged in the slightest.

"Kid, you haven't spent enough money on in-game purchases."

Suddenly, Folgo spoke up, saying something that left Jarvan IV somewhat puzzled.

The next moment, with lightning speed, Folgo raised his other hand and struck Jarvan IV on the neck.

"bump!"

A dull thud was heard, and then Jarvan IV's imposing body crashed to the ground.

Even at the very last moment, Jarvan IV still clutched that pure white crystal tightly in his hand.

Seeing this, Foygo sighed softly and then gently shook his head.

The young man is still too young.

It is of course impossible to attack him with the power he has given him.

This imperial prince, whom the empire considered a "peerless villain," nearly escaped death on two separate occasions.

And so, in a dramatic turn of events, they were captured once again.

This scene was indeed extremely shocking to the soldiers and imperial cabinet mages who were watching.

If they hadn't known it was impossible, they would have suspected that Garvin IV was a plant hired by Feuergo.

..........

There was no dazzling sword energy, nor any earth-shattering spectacle.

The duel between the two legendary powerhouses ended with a simple, unadorned hand chop.

The soldiers stared at the headless corpse in a black general's uniform on the ground.

Then he looked at the white-haired youth in a black general's uniform not far away.

A sense of absurdity arose in my mind.

Why was there such a big difference between them, even though they were both generals?

This matter will likely remain a question in the lives of these soldiers for the rest of their lives.

Having done all this, Fóyègo showed no sign of stopping.

He'd had his fill of fun and had no interest in the mess that followed.

He then turned around and left without looking back.

All that was left were eyes popping out in astonishment.

He just left?

Everyone stared in disbelief at Foygo's retreating figure.

Then, the group hurriedly investigated Jarvan IV's situation and used magical artifacts to subdue and restrain him.

All the soldiers were deeply moved as they watched Foygo's departing figure.

Unparalleled power, peerless arrogance, and unrestrained spontaneity.

Such a man possesses an alluring charm.

.........

Leon Gures's name once again resounded throughout the entire empire...

Before long, rumors were already flying everywhere inside the Immortal Fortress.

Although in the end, it was ultimately a good thing that Foygo intervened.

However, the whole process was absolutely hideous.

Darkwell sat on the black throne, his eyes filled with rage.

However, upon hearing that Jarvan IV had been successfully captured, the anger in his eyes subsided somewhat.

In any case, as long as his goal can be achieved, that's all that matters.

As for how humiliating the process was, Darkwell no longer cares.

As for that so-called Leon Gures, if he is unwilling to be used by him, then after he achieves immortality, he will have plenty of time to manipulate him.

Darkwell had already made up his mind.

As for Haas's death, Darkwell didn't even give it the slightest thought.

He was a good-for-nothing; let him die.

The wheels of imperial war had already begun to turn, and Darkwell no longer cared about the minor details.

"Someone, convey my orders."

"General Leon Gurez is ordered to immediately return to the eastern front to garrison the area."

"Without my order, you are not to return to the capital!"

Darkwell's chilling voice echoed throughout the throne room.

"Yes, General!"

Soon, two soldiers dressed in black armor went down to carry out Darkwell's orders.

Afterwards, Darkwell became engrossed in his dream about immortality, lost in daydreams.

..........

Inside the space of the Discontented Magic Mirror, LeBlanc listened to reports from her subordinates.

His eyes were filled with surprise and uncertainty.

The Imperial Cabinet of Magicians is more accurately described as belonging to the Black Rose than to the Empire.

Almost all of its members are members of the Black Rose.

The twelve cabinet magicians witnessed the entire battle from beginning to end.

They were also fortunate enough to witness the arrival of the Dark Lord.

After they recounted the whole story to LeBlanc from beginning to end.

LeBlanc's expression was now solemn.

“Leon Gures.........”

"who are you?"

LeBlanc murmured to herself that for the first time in thousands of years, she was unable to see through a man's true nature.

But at this moment, just like Darkwell.

LeBlanc was already on the verge of action, and couldn't afford to worry about anything else.

"From this moment on, keep a close watch on Leon Gurez!"

"I want to know his every move!"

"LeBlanc said in a sinister voice, her pale face filled with a cold expression."

Chapter 192, Living Requires More Courage Than Dying