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The public was immediately outraged.

However, Elder Dinant had already escaped to Dukur's protection.

"You bastard!!!"

The people of Galin cursed angrily, but they couldn't harm Dinan in the slightest.

A cold glint flashed in Dukur's eyes.

He said no more, but slowly raised his hands.

"Attack! Leave no one alive!!!"

At Dukur's command, the naval soldiers behind him resolutely carried out his orders.

On the other side, the army soldiers transferred from Swain all looked hesitant.

Some of the soldiers even looked at Dukur with a hint of resentment in their eyes.

Finally, a legion commander stepped forward and asked Dukur in bewilderment.

"General, these are just ordinary people who have no ability to resist."

"They've already given up resisting, why continue...?"

A hint of reluctance flashed in the legion commander's eyes as he advised Dukur.

Upon hearing this, Dukur did not react, but instead spoke in a slightly gentler tone.

“I understand your concerns, but we have limited supplies and cannot afford to support so many prisoners.”

"The empire's mission for us is to continue expanding; how can we stop our conquest because of these burdens?"

Dukur explained that upon hearing this, the struggle in the eyes of the legion commander and the soldiers intensified.

Upon hearing this, Dukur's expression hardened, and a chilling glint appeared in his eyes.

"This is an order!"

"What, are you going to disobey military orders?!"

After a series of tactics, including both persuasion and coercion, the legion commander and his soldiers finally gave in.

"Yes!"

As the last dissenting voice was completely silenced, the lives of these hundreds of thousands of people seemed to be coming to an end.

The killing machine is about to be activated.

Dukur watched the backs of the army soldiers who had been transferred there, his eyes flashing with a chilling light.

Paper cannot hold fire.

The atrocities committed by Dukur in the province of Galin cannot be concealed; once these soldiers return to the Empire, they will surely spread the word about everything that happened in Galin.

Clearly, Duguel's massacre violated Noxus's war laws.

If everything he did were exposed to the Empire, the situation would be extremely unfavorable for himself and even for the Black Rose.

So, I might as well go all the way and take this opportunity to solve all these "troubles" once and for all.

At worst, they can feign defeat and flee back to the Empire. With the Black Rose's influence in the upper echelons of the Empire, Dukur won't be able to do anything.

After all, after the defeat, the head coach Swain would have to take responsibility.

not to mention........

Dukur turned his gaze to the mages who had formed a magic circle not far behind him.

When the soul power is harvested later, it won't be able to be hidden.

As Dukur's direct subordinates, the navy has been almost completely corrupted over the years, with the core members of the Imperial Navy basically being Black Rose's people.

Dukur naturally possessed the means and the ability to control the navy.

As for these temporarily assigned army soldiers, one can only say that they know far too much.

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Fortunately, these few thousand soldiers can also provide a considerable amount of soul power.

A chilling killing intent surged within Dukur once more.

............

"No!"

The crowd screamed and cried.

They stared at the black demon before them with desperate eyes.

"You devils!!!"

Finally, an elderly man, unable to bear the thought of death any longer, rose up in resistance.

However, in the face of the Noxian Legion's iron-clad military might, it was like a speck of dust, pierced directly by a sharp spear.

"Spirit of Ionia!"

"Are you going to abandon your people?"

A woman knelt helplessly on the ground, staring blankly at the sky.

But in the sky, there was only a dense rain of arrows fired by the Noxians.

Arrows rained down, obscuring the sky and whistling as they cut through the air.

"God, save us!"

As the rain of arrows was about to fall, the people finally despaired.

The god they worshipped, the spirit of Ionia, was unable to save them at the crucial moment.

.............

"Praise my name!"

"Praise my name!"

"Praise my name!"

"........."

"Praise my name, and you will be saved!"

"Praise my name, and you will be saved!"

"Praise my name, and you will be saved!"

"........."

A mysterious whisper suddenly appeared in the ears of the people of Galin.

In such a desperate situation, people will instinctively grasp at the last straw.

Normally, adding icing on the cake might seem like an understatement.

But at this critical moment of life and death, such timely help can be remembered for a lifetime.

Suddenly, the people began to sing the praises of that great name that had come to mind.

"Darkness... Lord!!!"

"........."

When the first person in the crowd uttered the name of the Dark Lord, the rain of arrows falling from the sky suddenly slowed down.

This discovery terrified everyone; how could the people not know that this might be their only chance of survival?

"Dark Lord!!!"

Without hesitation, the people knelt down and chanted the name repeatedly.

A thick black fog suddenly descended, enveloping everything around it.

The dense rain of arrows in the sky suddenly froze in mid-air.

In an instant, this place transformed into a world of black mist.

........

Dukur's expression shifted from cold composure to surprise and shock, and then to fear and panic.

The entire process lasted less than three seconds.

What kind of force is this?!

Why did he provoke such a terrifying being?!

Dukur seemed to suddenly remember something. He turned and looked around, and the black mist around him seemed vaguely familiar.

That's right!

The black mist had appeared in the forest earlier.

A temple standing on a cliff has mysteriously disappeared, replaced by tens of kilometers of black earth!

Thinking of this, Dukur's body trembled involuntarily.