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

A glint of light flashed in Foygo's eyes; the real show was about to begin.

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

"I am the Lord of Darkness, the God of Death of Runeterra!"

"It is also a deity symbolizing judgment and justice."

"Your reckless invasion and the needless killing are unjust!"

"Today, I will issue my judgment and bestow divine punishment upon you as a sign of retribution for your sins!!"

In mid-air, the god, exuding an aura of majesty and terror, spoke each word clearly. His words caused the faces of the Ionians to shift from surprise to ecstasy, and then to excitement and exhilaration.

For the Galin people who are currently filled with deep-seated hatred, survival is merely a basic human need, but their deepest desire is, of course, revenge!

At this moment, not a single Galin wanted to eat the flesh and drink the blood of the Noxians!

For these Galin, perhaps just yesterday or last month, their sons, husbands, brothers... had just died at the hands of these Noxians.

Unfortunately, these elderly, weak, women, and children of Galin were not capable of taking revenge.

Even just minutes before, they had almost been massacred.

Just then, suddenly a god appeared!

He not only saved their lives, but also helped them get revenge!

This brought the Galin people's gratitude towards the Dark Lord to a climax.

In mid-air, Foygo suddenly felt a slight increase in the power of faith he received.

For the Noxians, however, Fryegor's words were less pleasant.

Because what this deity said was undoubtedly a call to "punish" them!

The fate of those people was still vivid in their minds.

If this god punishes you, how can you possibly survive?

"Do not!!!!"

In an instant, several Noxian generals who had been kneeling on the ground rose up in anger and looked at Fryegor in the air with furious eyes.

They had just opened their mouths and made a sound in protest.

The next instant, these Noxian generals turned to ashes and vanished without a trace.

Incidentally, these people were all dressed in naval uniforms, and it was obvious at a glance that they were spoiled brats from noble families.

The tragic state of these people undoubtedly instilled even greater fear in Dukur.

"Tick-tock..."

Sweat dripped from Dukur's forehead onto the ground.

He was constantly thinking of a solution!

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They remained silent, waiting in place for the deity's "punishment."

Without a doubt, this is a dead end.

But speaking out in rebuttal could very well lead to destruction.

Dukur's brain was working at high speed, trying to think of a way to break the deadlock.

Suddenly, Dukur thought of something.

The god just now seemed to mention that he is a so-called "justice" and a god of judgment. If that's the case...

Dukur gritted his teeth.

Now, Dukur has no choice but to take a gamble.

"Your Majesty! If you are a just god, why are you so unjust?"

Dukur remained kneeling, but he shouted with all his might.

Even Foygo was taken aback upon hearing this.

Since his divine title is "Dark Lord," and his name contains the word "Lord," it is reasonable for Dukur to call him "Your Majesty."

However, Fóyego soon revealed a smile.

It's alright, keep struggling. The more you struggle, the better the results will be in a while.

"How dare you spout such nonsense!"

"You have defied my divine authority; do you know what your punishment is?!"

Although he was secretly pleased, Foygo appeared furious and let out a loud shout.

"Pfft!!!"

Upon hearing the sound, Dukur was immediately struck as if by a severe blow, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face turning as pale as a sheet of paper.

Despite suffering a severe blow, Dukur was secretly delighted.

Given the other party's abilities, taking his life would be an incredibly easy task.

However, the other party only scolded him, and his 27 injuries were mostly caused by the impact of this emotion.

This shows that the other party is a "reasonable" god.

"Your Majesty, forgive me."

"It is not that I want to disrespect Your Majesty's authority, but I am just worried that Your Majesty may be misled and that divine punishment may be wrongly imposed."

Dukur suppressed the discomfort in his chest and hurriedly spoke.

His words immediately caused a huge uproar.

On the opposite side, the kneeling Galin people glared angrily at Dukur, their eyes seeming as if they wished they could devour him whole.

Even the Noxian soldiers around Dukur looked at him with a strange gaze.

What Noxus did in Ionia was nothing short of inhumane.

Such behavior incurred divine punishment, and even the soldiers felt only fear at first, without feeling wronged in the slightest.

The few naval soldiers who stood up to argue just now were merely acting out of fear and unease.

At this moment, Dukur turned the tables and falsely accused the Ionians.

Although we don't know what other shocking things he will say next.

But the sheer shamelessness she displayed at this moment was already extraordinary.

"Ok?"

Sure enough, as soon as Dukur said this, a low murmur suddenly came from the sky, as if there was some doubt in it.

"Your Majesty, please take a closer look!"

"In this world, everything is governed by the law of the jungle."

"It is not that the weak should be protected, or that the strong should always give way to the weak."

"Survival of the fittest is the law of nature and the way of heaven."

"This is true justice!"

"It is only natural for wolves to eat sheep! If wolves do not eat sheep because they are weak, wouldn't that be unfair to the wolves?"

Dukur spoke each word carefully, his eyes gleaming with an unusual light.

Although his words were sophistry, they seemed to make some sense at first glance.

For a moment, the Noxian soldiers were also taken aback by Duguel's words.

Noxus is the "stronger" and Ionia is the "weaker".

The law of the jungle dictates that the strong prey on the weak, so what's wrong with wolves eating sheep?

Upon hearing this, the Galin's face turned bright red.

The previous battles had already wiped out Galin's elite forces.

The deaths of 80,000 militiamen completely destroyed the last lifeblood of the Galin people.

This "elite" does not refer to those who are strong or of fighting age.

It also includes many learned individuals, sharp-minded elites with a strong sense of the big picture.

Now, all of these people have died under the Noxian sword.

The remaining Galin people were mostly women and children, uneducated farmers, and small merchants.

How could they possibly come up with a solution in such a short time?

They were all rendered speechless by Dukur's sophistry.

Upon seeing this, a hint of smugness flashed in Dukur's eyes.

It seemed that even the gods in the sky were moved by Dukur's explanation.