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

Watching the Vastaya warriors' departing figures, many cannon fodder collapsed onto the blood-soaked ground.

Despite the stench emanating from them, many of these cannon fodder soldiers found it to be the most wonderful scent they had ever experienced in their lives.

After all, for their "comrades" who were surrounded by minced meat, being able to smell these odors at this moment was already the greatest fortune.

"We survived..."

"We survived!"

Seeing that the Vastaya warriors had really retreated, one of the cannon fodder shouted excitedly in his joy.

Suddenly, his laughter stopped abruptly.

next second.

"bump!!!"

A muffled explosion was heard.

Just like the watermelon smashing game in anime, when the watermelon is hit by the mallet, it bursts out with blood-red juice and bits of flesh.

In the anime, it's a watermelon that explodes.

But at this moment, it was the body of this cannon fodder that exploded.

"Drink...drink..."

The sudden change caused the surrounding cannon fodder to show expressions of terror.

But realizing this now is already a bit too late.

Driven by a surge of evil energy, crimson patterns began to spread across the bodies of these cannon fodder.

next moment.

Like fountain nozzles, these cannon fodder, with terrified and helpless eyes, exploded into bright red liquid and pink minced meat.

The outcome was already predetermined when these cannon fodder were enjoying their "carefully prepared" meals.

In other words, even if they don't die at the hands of the Ionians or Vastayans.

These cannon fodder will also... die at the hands of their own people.

The blood of the cannon fodder was splattered on the ground, and the blood mist spread to a place more than a hundred meters away.

Beneath the earth, there was a strange magic circle that was just a hair's breadth away from being completely dyed red.

The purple tips were eventually stained crimson in the blood and foam of the two thousand cannon fodder after their explosion.

A blood-red magic circle shot into the sky.

This completely enveloped the military camp, which was large enough to hold 50,000 people.

The Vastaya warriors who had just left had clearly not yet left the camp area.

An ominous, terrifying, yet oppressive force directly knocked the warriors to the ground.

The Vastaya warriors stared at the surrounding crimson light with fear in their eyes.

"How is this going?"

More than one Vastaya warrior had this question in his mind.

However, these questions are destined to remain unanswered for them.

Even the strongest member of the tribe—Chief Nujiao.

At this moment, he could only barely maintain his posture, keeping himself half-kneeling on the ground, instead of being pressed down and lying on the ground like the other members of his tribe.

"No!"

A flicker of fear flashed in Angry Horn's eyes.

This ominous force gave him a sense of foreboding.

A blood-red magic circle shot into the sky, and the blood-red magic light suddenly transformed into an endless red mist.

This red mist, filled with resentment and an ominous aura, seeped into the bodies of these Vastaya warriors through every pore.

The demonic power began to tear at their souls, and under the influence of the blood mist and the magic circle, their bodies began to swell.

And it kept letting out low, angry roars.

It turns out that all the scheming was aimed at luring these "protagonists" into the trap.

They are the ultimate targets of LeBlanc's plan!

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

Foygo had long known that his "uncle" Vladimir was definitely not a simple person.

He's considered a formidable figure in Runeterra.

And it seems that this pale lady, who has coexisted with Vladimir for a thousand years, is also not to be underestimated.

Folger admitted that he had underestimated LeBlanc.

In this desperate situation, LeBlanc did indeed give him some "surprises".

Thanks to Fouguez's keen eyesight.

Naturally, he could immediately see through the magic circle below.

The more he looked, the more alarmed Feuergo became.

In the end, Fóyego couldn't help but sigh.

In the realm of the "soul," perhaps only God can rival LeBlanc...

If it weren't for the authority of Death, even Foygo wouldn't have been able to see through the magic circle.

In the end, it all comes down to this thing called "soul power".

This magic circle is activated using the soul power of the 50,000 Noxian cannon fodder who died tragically within it as its source force, along with the blood of these resentful and unwilling cannon fodder as its catalyst.

And the effect... seven!, six?!' three!?. four:;. eight,! zero;: one? five' seven...

Foygo gazed at the Vastayan warriors below, who were constantly "transforming" within the magic circle, a profound look flashing in his eyes.

"Interesting, trying to pull this 'self-destruct deterrence' tactic on me?"

Gradually, a slight smile appeared on Foygo's lips.

"Fine, I'll let you be happy for now..."

After saying that, Fóyago disappeared from the spot.

It's time for "Li Ang" to make his appearance.

LeBlanc has already set up the stage for him; now it's time for the "protagonist" to make his appearance.

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

"Huff, huff, huff..."

"Angry Horn" was panting heavily, drool dripping from its scarlet mouth.

"Angry Horn's" already imposing body swelled up even more, as if it had been inflated.

Of course, if he can still be called Angry Horn.

At this moment, he probably looks to be at least three meters tall.

The pair of massive black horns atop Angry Horn's head had now turned crimson.

His bloodshot eyes revealed endless chaos and killing intent, and his huge, burly body trembled slowly, as if digesting the sudden surge of power.

The fur all over Angry Horn's body was blood-red and gleamed with a sharp luster, like red steel needles.

Despite being covered in a bloody aura, Angry Horn's presence was now undeniably at the level of... Legendary!

Aside from the Angry Horn, many Vastaya warriors have also transitioned from the Silver rank to the Gold rank.

These warriors, like the Angry Horn, had swollen bodies, a bloody aura, and bloodshot eyes.

They looked like a group of cruel wild beasts.

Finally, the Angry Horn roared, its voice indistinguishable from that of a wild beast.

The magic circle gradually dissipated, and every wisp of crimson mist dissolved onto the bodies of these V3.4 Staya warriors.

The furious horn's crimson eyes were now filled with nothing but the desire for destruction and slaughter. The uncontrollable urge to destroy caused the furious horn to smash a corpse beside him with a single palm strike.

However, this did nothing to alleviate Angry Horn's desire to cause destruction.

He actually raised his claws and grabbed a Vastayan warrior beside him.

"Click!"

In a single, terrifying twist, the Vastaya's neck snapped.

"Roar!"

After a loud roar, Angry Horn lifted the corpse of his clansman high into the air, then tore it in two with both hands, the crimson blood raining down and soaking Angry Horn's fur.

It makes the angry horn look like a monster from hell.

After tearing the corpse to pieces, he began to chew it angrily.