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

Even though their lips had parted, the younger apprentice was still staring at Foygo with a possessive and greedy gaze.

"My master is mine!"

"From this day forward, you belong to me alone!"

Syndra still held tightly to Fryego's collar, her tone forceful and domineering.

The dark, evil power emanating from the young apprentice continued to rage, causing havoc to marine life within a radius of several kilometers.

Just now, Foygo was caught off guard and actually found his little apprentice's way.

As his apprentice continued his reckless behavior, a dangerous smile crept onto Foygo's lips.

This little thing thinks it can get rid of him like this?

That would be underestimating him too much.

Teasing the master? He deserves a good punishment.

When will Sun Wukong be able to escape from the Buddha's palm?

"Have you had enough fun?"

Foygo's tone remained gentle and calm, but for some reason, there seemed to be a hint of coldness in it.

The chuunibyou apprentice instinctively shuddered, but upon seeing Foygo, who was now bound, a hint of relief flashed in his eyes, followed by a smug expression.

"Hmph hmph hmph..."

The young apprentice proudly raised his head, just as he was about to say something.

With lightning speed, Foygo crushed the crooked cages around him.

Then he grabbed his apprentice by the back of the neck.

As Folyago's hand touched Syndra's neck, Syndra's connection with the dark forces began to rapidly weaken.

The consequence of this was that the young apprentice's power began to decline rapidly.

Until he fell from demigod back to the pinnacle of legend.

"How is this possible! How could you possibly move!"

The young apprentice's eyes were filled with disbelief.

At that moment, the young apprentice felt as if "fate" had gripped him by the back of the neck.

As the dark evil power waned, the evil thoughts in her heart gradually disappeared, and her dark pupils gradually returned to normal.

"how come......."

After leaving behind a final, resentful remark, the young apprentice finally returned to his normal self.

The most obvious sign was that an unnatural blush began to appear on the young apprentice's fair cheeks.

After regaining her normal personality, Syndra was now extremely shy.

Before long, the girl's cheeks had turned as red as an autumn persimmon.

"Disciple, do you know your mistake?"

Foygo smiled and asked Syndra, who was still being choked by the back of her neck, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"Disciple knows his mistake..."

The little apprentice spoke softly, while shyly covering his big eyes with his small hands, seemingly savoring what had just happened.

Apologizing now seems a bit too late.

“Disciple, since you are wrong…”

"They should accept the punishment."

A dangerous smile appeared on Fouguez's face as he raised his other hand.

"No! Master! No!!"

The young apprentice was shocked, and tears seemed to well up in his shy eyes.

The master's punishment was far too humiliating!

But as I said before, it was all too late.

Hands up.

"Snapped!!"

A crisp sound echoed across the sky above this sea area.

...........

Before long, the young apprentice stood shyly behind Foygo, his hands covering his private parts, not daring to look up at his master.

Her face was still as red as a tomato.

Meanwhile, Fóyego was still recalling the strange events that had just occurred.

As his little apprentice's power was sealed away once again, the massive amount of faith power he had obtained from his little apprentice gradually subsided, leaving only a very small amount.

And that was enough for him to draw his conclusion.

His "divine kingdom plan" is flawless; incorporating Syndra into his divine kingdom system was a brilliant move!

This would allow him and Syndra to achieve a win-win situation.

However, the price paid for this is something else entirely.

This god will surely step in to stop Foygo's actions!

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

Fryegor was right after all!

The dark, evil power emanating from Syndra is definitely closely connected to the spirits of Ionia.

It's even so close that the dark evil power within Syndra is itself a part of the power of the Ionian spirits!

Fóyego has obtained a great deal of evidence to support this point.

As the evidence gradually became clearer, he finally understood what the so-called "Spirit of Ionia" was all about.

It all comes down to two words.

faith!

At first, Folgo sensed that the deity known as the Spirit of Ionia was a powerful god whose true form resided in another plane.

Its power may have even reached the level of a "true god" at one point.

Based on the information previously obtained from Nagachabolos, Runeterra is a transit point for countless planes, connected to numerous other planes.

Just like Nagakaporos, who was originally a creature of the deep sea, she came to Runeterra by chance and obtained the status of a demigod of the ocean.

It's not surprising that this "Spirit of Ionia" previously used some means to extend its influence from its own plane to Runeterra.

His goal was quite direct: to exploit faith!

Chapter 252, Balance Exists Among All Things

Faith is power to the gods.

No god would easily give up the hard-won power of faith.

Just like Nagakaporos before her, she was even willing to fight against Phoenicia for the sake of her faith.

Similarly, the problem lies precisely in "faith".

From the very beginning, Fóyego found it very strange.

To be fair, in terms of individual strength alone, Ionia is definitely the strongest in Runeterra!

The number of experts here is not only far superior to that of other countries, but it is certainly abundant.

Strangely, these experts seemed to be a disorganized mess.

Bound by this strange "traditional nature" way.

For example, Master Kushuo, Elder Emma, ​​and many other powerful figures in Ionia upheld this traditional spirit even in times of national crisis.

They were attacked by the enemy and were still debating whether or not to fight back.

Objectively speaking, such a concept is indeed difficult to evaluate.

Even more so, if Ionia were to send three or five legendary warriors to charge into the fray against the Noxian soldiers, Noxus would likely collapse on the spot, or at least be unable to achieve anything.

But this strange traditional concept left these legendary powerhouses just watching helplessly.

It's euphemistically called the way of "balance" and "nature"...

For the Ionians, who perished under the Noxians' iron heel, such a concept was undoubtedly foolish.

So where do the concepts of "balance," "reverence for nature," and "tradition" that circulate on the continent of Ionia come from?

After this period of immersive investigation, I have gained some insights and feelings.

Folger can conclude that the one spreading this idea is the god revered by the Ionians, the "Spirit of Ionia"!