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

Chapter 124 Sa and Sa

Murdoch fled in disgrace, running for a day and a night before daring to stop.

After setting up camp, the Noxians, having suffered a crushing defeat, were dejected and lacked any fighting spirit.

They are not easily discouraged, mainly because their opponents are too formidable.

If it were an ordinary army, even the Demacian Vanguard who had been defeated by Demacia, they would still be determined to fight back. But this time it was completely different.

Please, that's a god! Gods aren't just commonplace. Every single soldier here probably hasn't even seen one of those high-ranking mages in the mage squad more than a few times, and they've only heard of gods in legends.

They couldn't help but feel fear and uncertainty, and some with poor mental resilience even became paranoid, fearing that the gods of Ionia would punish them.

This was a fatal blow to the Noxians, whose war culture was never based on faith, but on proving themselves through military merit and bloodshed, with a certain degree of human determination to overcome nature, and did not rely on supernatural forces.

This was originally a good thing, as it made them fearless when facing warriors with fanatical beliefs, holding their own and even becoming more calm and ruthless.

But there really is a God in this world!

After realizing they might actually be facing gods, the Noxians suddenly found that their training was completely useless.

Not believing in gods means that soldiers without magic are helpless when faced with supernatural forces; they don't even have anyone to pray to.

Their general, Murdoch, had been on tenterhooks all day.

He wasn't as worried about "divine retribution" as ordinary soldiers. He had seen more of the world, and in his view, the gods were very powerful, but that was all there was to it, not enough to completely destroy his fighting spirit.

What he truly feared was "the emperor's revenge."

In Noxus's military law system, defeat is a first-rate crime, especially given the smooth progress of the war in Ionia, making his failure all the more glaring.

He even suspected he would be taken back to his home country to be executed. The only good news was that, given his status, he would probably be executed in public by the Honorable Executioner.

Therefore, Murdoch lived in constant fear, waiting for a reply from his superiors.

When Murdoch nervously opened the letter to receive a reply from his superiors, he was completely stunned.

Instead of harsh reprimands or severe punishments, he tried to reassure Murdoch and asked him to boost the morale of the troops and prevent them from being influenced by the "wild gods of Ionia".

Is the sun rising in the west?

Murdoch breathed a sigh of relief, somewhat puzzled, but then he learned the reason.

It turns out he wasn't the only unlucky guy to encounter a supernatural attack.

In the southern waters of Ionia, a Noxian warship sails smoothly on the sea.

Their mission was simply to blockade the area and ensure logistical support.

This was a very dull mission, and the marines on board were quite resentful.

They couldn't plunder like ground troops, nor could they gain merit in battle. They could only watch their comrades, laden with treasure, load crates of riches onto their ships and pass by theirs.

This made them extremely envious. In their anger, the ship's captain repeatedly violated regulations by docking at the shore and plundering small coastal villages, but this still couldn't fill the soldiers' stomachs.

"When will this end?!"

A bored marine tossed the tangerine in his hand back and forth, complaining bitterly.

"Hey, the captain said we'll dock in a town next time, hopefully the loot will be better—I don't want to be carrying around another ship—"

The salted fish is back.

"Haha, at least the Ionians are pretty good at pickling fish."

The marines recklessly fantasized about the grand spectacle of their next raid, but an unseen danger was lurking nearby—

"Sae Eleisa Tera Vi"

"Um?"

The ethereal Sanskrit mantras reached everyone's ears, leaving them bewildered.

"Did you hear any strange noises?"

"You heard that too?"

Immediately afterwards, gasps of surprise came from the crowd.

"Look! What's that?!"

Everyone hurriedly looked over and saw that countless eerie green chains had silently climbed onto the warship, wrapping around the hull like tentacles.

The ship seemed to stop moving for a moment, and the inertia nearly caused them to capsize.

"What is it?!"

Realizing something was wrong, the captain walked out of the captain's cabin, but his pupils suddenly contracted.

From his higher vantage point, he could clearly see a huge green ball of light hurtling towards him from the horizon.

"Lath Rian Oune Vi"

This incomprehensible incantation became the last sound heard by everyone on the warship.

Several days later, the Noxus Southern Sea Command received the news.

The warship, which had been missing for several days, has been confirmed to have been sunk by magical energy of unknown origin near an island in the south.

At almost the same time, on the island of Filol.

The massacre, which lasted for many days, was nearing its end. Almost all the Ionians on the island had been slaughtered, leaving only a few Ionians who had completely surrendered. They were used as slaves to transport supplies, helping these enemies who had destroyed their homeland to ship the things that originally belonged to them to the front lines of the invasion of Ionia.

The entire island was awash in blood, with mountains of corpses everywhere. The Noxians had no intention of cleaning it up, as they only wanted to plunder.

Most of the looted grain was transported to the front lines, while the treasure ended up in the pockets of Admiral Dukur.

During this process, ordinary soldiers would secretly keep some of the treasure, and Dukur would select a few decent items from the remaining treasure to present to His Majesty the Emperor, still taking the lion's share.

Noxus is lax in its control over loot, which is also their secret to maintaining combat effectiveness. As long as killing brings profit, their soldiers will always be fearless.

Therefore, most of the spoils were distributed among the troops who participated in the battle.

Of course, not all Noxians were enthusiastic about slaughter; many soldiers were also tormented by such brutal killings.

Even when they have to carry out orders, they will always say something sad in their spare time.

"We will be punished—"

However, they did not expect that retribution would come so quickly.

What they didn't notice was that the negative energy filled with resentment in those unattended mountains of corpses had somehow materialized, and by the time they realized it, it was already too late.

The troops stationed on Philol Island lost contact almost within a day, and no one knew what kind of powerful force could silently wipe out all traces of people on the island.

Noxians can only glean bits and pieces of information from the survivors who were lucky enough to escape, but who, without exception, became mentally unstable.

"Magic—dark magic! Like the sea—it came from—it grew from the sea! It sprouted from the earth!"

"There was no sound—everyone—suddenly disappeared—"

"Terrible—so terrifying—"

From the local population of Philolus Island, the Noxians finally learned the name of the likely perpetrator.

"Syndra?"

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