Ornn, the Chosen One, a treasure from ancient times!

Chapter 120 Vastaya Sherry

Vastaya Shari, an ancient and distant name, is the ancestor of the Vastaya, and even the ancestor of the Ionians.

Of course, in present-day Ionia, they are known by another name—the Enlightened Ones.

They were the first humans to attempt to merge and master natural magic, and possessed godlike power, forming an inseparable bond with Ionia.

As time passed, they long since disappeared, and the legends of the Apocalypse circulate in Ionia, while the Vastayan people hold fast to the origins of the Vastayan Shari.

But almost no one has ever seen such a grand occasion again.

When Xia saw this miracle, which seemed like a divine intervention, this was the first word that popped into her mind.

No—impossible! He's human. How could a human be a Vastaya Shari?

Because of the thousands of years of conflict and entanglement between the Vastaya and humans, they also had differences regarding their common ancestor, the Vastaya shari.

The Ionians simply refer to them as "the Enlightened Ones," deliberately omitting the Vastaya prefix.

The Vastaya also remember the animalistic characteristics of the Vastaya Shari, which arose from their fusion with nature magic, and deliberately ignore the fact that the first Vastaya Shari were also transformed from humans.

Just like Xia at this moment, she didn't want to believe deep down that the Vastaya Xiari could be human.

Even if the emergence of Vastaya is the best thing that could happen to the Vastayan people, who are already on the verge of collapse, what about humans?

But then, the eyes in the sky also began to change.

The gentle yet untamed natural magical energy, at this moment, was like a tamed paintbrush, swirling around those eyes and slowly outlining lines and contours.

First, the eye sockets, bridge of the nose, eyebrows — then the entire face and ears, but there was no mouth.

After that, clusters of light gathered above His head, intertwined, and bent, eventually forming a pair of horns resembling "ram's horns".

The shape.

"This—this—this—this—"

Xia's mouth was agape, her eyes unfocused. She stared blankly at everything, then looked dazedly at her only support.

Luo wasn't much better off, but unlike Xia, he wasn't conflicted; his face showed more excitement.

"Baby—I—can't say it—"

The Noxian army, which had been poised to attack, seemed to have been put on pause, halting its advance.

These ruthless and fierce warriors, who killed without blinking an eye, now felt as if their legs were made of lead, unable to lift them at all.

Although they weren't as well-trained as true elite troops, they were still professionally trained—trained on how to maintain formation, how to kill, and how to fight against armies.

But no one has ever taught them—how to fight against the gods?

No? With this kind of demeanor, what else could it be but a god?

Fear of the unknown is a human instinct. Even though the god standing in the clouds did not unleash a world-destroying magic, some people still began to feel hesitant.

In the past, Murdoch would have sent out a task force to severely reprimand the cowards and kill a few to stabilize morale.

But at this moment, there was nothing he could do—because he was the one who most wanted to escape.

The unknown "god" simply looked at them, seemingly unwilling to communicate with them, not even revealing its mouth, just calmly watching them, its expression unreadable, whether it was pity or contempt.

What he didn't know was that it wasn't that this "deity" was kind-hearted, but rather that the deity couldn't find the control buttons.

When Herren realized his situation, he was probably more bewildered than anyone else.

The immense magic within him made him feel an unprecedented sense of exhilaration, as if the world were in the palm of his hand. But he soon discovered that this natural magic was like a close friend to him, intimately connected.

But they also faced the language barrier.

He could only stand there, watching the natural magic gradually take shape, but he couldn't command it.

He could sense that these natural magics were as if they were alive, as if they were speaking a "language" that Heron couldn't understand at all, but Heron was never able to respond to them.

Heron knew nothing about magic, and since the incident happened so suddenly, he didn't have time to study it—simply put, he could only play his own "slideshow" but couldn't do anything else.

However, it is enough for him, or rather, Him, to simply stand there.

To the Claws of Winter, this was a blessing from the spirits of nature to those favored by the gods; to the Vastaya, it was the reappearance of the Vastaya Shari.

This made their blood boil and their fighting spirit soar.

Harren conjured a hand in the air and pointed forward—his intention was to try and make magic obey his commands through the conjured arm, but nature magic did not seem to understand human body language; it had its own way of communicating, so Harren's attempt was in vain.

But to others who were unaware of the truth, his actions were interpreted as an order to launch an attack.

"Charge!!!"

Olaf had been holding back for a long time, and was about to explode. He roared so loudly that it seemed as if the whole mountain was shaking.

Immediately afterwards, flames burst forth from his entire body, which was enveloped in golden light, and he charged towards the Noxian formation like lightning.

The Winter's Claws followed closely behind. Having undergone Demacian training, they looked quite respectable when standing still, but once they started moving, their true colors were revealed, and they charged out with howls.

"revenge!!!"

Luo followed closely behind, rushing even faster and more gracefully than Olaf—as if he were dancing, with golden feathers supporting him, swaying across the battlefield like a battlefield dancer.

The Vastaya, fueled by adrenaline, charged forward fearlessly. Even Xia, who was still bewildered, was inspired and quickly joined the fray.

She soared into the air, her slender figure spun, and her feathers, sharp as blades, rained down upon the Noxians.

"Feathers flying everywhere!"

Almost instantly, the Noxians, with their overwhelming numerical advantage, collapsed.

They may want to organize a counterattack, but their commanders are unable to issue any meaningful orders.

If Herren's "Dharma Image" brought Murdoch mental pressure, then the threat posed by Olaf and Xayah was very real.

There are more experts?!

Olaf wielded his twin axes with impenetrable force, like a meat grinder; the Noxians were no match for him and were plowed away like a field.

Xayah and Rakan worked together seamlessly, with Rakan providing cover and Xayah taking down enemies with precision and lethality, even charging straight at Murdoch's location.

Murdoch's face turned green.

Xia's decapitation assassinations are notorious.

Counterattack? How can we counterattack? Can we even stop them?

Even if we can block it—what then? What if that "god" slaps us down—

Murdoch made his decision almost instantly.

"Retreat! Retreat immediately!"

No, it's too wet.