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The dark purple light erupted from the scorching sun like a tongue of fire, shattering the dense fireworks that tried to approach it.

As it slowly fell downwards, the ground responded.

"Crack!"

At first there was a soft sound that no one noticed.

But then this sound was like an echo in some subspace, repeated hundreds or even tens of thousands of times in an instant.

The flat ground was affected by the interaction of gravity and repulsion, or perhaps by the repeated sweep of the gloomy atmosphere... In short, it suddenly wanted to relieve itself.

The ground relieves pressure by cracking or even creating a huge gully directly on the flat ground.

The battlefield was now divided into more pieces, and both the Noxians and the Vastaya had lost their will to fight.

They grabbed whatever they could around them, trying to survive this inexplicable apocalypse.

Because the direction Ryan chose to fall was the Noxian army formation.

So this violent movement of the earth's crust occurs more often on the Noxian side.

The ravine that opened up in an instant was like the stomach of a giant beast, taking in everything, whether it was gravel or minced meat.

Some elite teams that still maintained their organization could have escaped from the dangerous area through coordinated efforts, at least part of them.

But the light emitted by the dark sun seemed to have some kind of "polluting" property, making every Noxian who was illuminated by it seem to be trapped in a quagmire.

What followed was the surging earth's crust.

For Noxians, it can also be called death roll.

Compared to the hell scene on the other side.

The situation near the Vastaya was much better. The ground did not crack directly, but floated back and forth at a strange frequency, as if there was something strange under the rock wriggling in the center of the earth.

The naturally agile Vastaya could easily avoid this apocalypse.

Those who are bulkier will receive help from nearby companions.

But after escaping the disaster, they did not immediately leave the stagnant battlefield.

As witnesses and eyewitnesses of history, every Vastaya raised their heads and observed the terrifying dark sun from close range.

The relief of surviving the disaster and the fear of the unknown put them in a very strange mood.

They rejoiced at the Dark Sun's appearance—because its presence killed the Noxians.

But at the same time, they were hesitant about their future. After all, no one knew what was going on with this extra sun.

Perhaps in the entire battlefield, only two people vaguely guessed what was going on.

"boom!"

An entire piece of ground leaped up from the ground, doing things that the ground wasn't supposed to do.

Seti held his mother tightly, and there were several shocking blood marks on the latter's body.

A sudden change saved them from disaster.

Sett forgot what his mother called those Noxians, but those Noxians were indeed extraordinary.

Each of them has rich combat skills and seems to have mastered some special formation.

This formation forced Seti to fight like a trapped beast. He could not break through their encirclement and had no way to hurt them.

In the end, the woman found the right opportunity and, at the cost of her own injury, bought Seti the opportunity to break free and escape.

But it was undoubtedly a pipe dream for the two Vastaya to escape from the encirclement of the Noxians.

If the incident had happened a minute or two later, Sett might have become the Ionian boxer with the shortest survival time on the battlefield in history.

But luck was on his side.

As he once again tasted despair, the sky suddenly darkened.

"We can take advantage of the chaos to escape..."

Seti said cautiously.

He found that no one around him cared about him and his mother, and the Noxians were all busy.

They did fight bravely and fearlessly, but that was when they were fighting, not when facing natural disasters.

No one can face the sun falling towards them and remain calm.

"We don't have to run away."

The woman's voice was weak, and she had to lean on Seti's shoulder to barely stand.

The wounds almost completely left her unable to move.

Before the incident happened, she had even thought of her last words.

"We still have hope!" Sett wanted to say something to encourage his mother.

"We already have hope..." The woman pointed her finger at the sky, and the dark and scorching sun slowly set.

As it fell, people suddenly saw the truth of the scorching sun from the terrifying scene and gloomy darkness.

At its very core, there seems to be a human figure...

"Have you forgotten what we saw that night during the fire?"

"How could I forget?"

Speaking of the fire, Seti felt as if the air was filled with the smell of Mars again.

But the next second he finally reacted.

Looking up at the huge dark sun, Sett opened his mouth for a long moment before speaking: "You mean this is... Lion?"

"Om."

It seemed to be responding to Sett's words.

A gloomy air current emerged nearby, gently wrapping around the woman and Seti, pushing them both further into the woods.

This action made Seti trust the woman's judgment.

In fact, dark magic is easy to identify.

But no one would believe that the human being who was chatting with you face to face not long ago would suddenly turn into the sun and appear in front of you at some point.

There is a line between powerful and outrageous.

But at this moment, the boundary in Sett's heart broke with a snap.

Just as the gloomy aura was about to leave, Seti suddenly said, "Kill them all for me."

"Om..."

A gust of wind blew his ears, as if responding to his request.

After a short period of "charging power", the dark sun finally set.

Almost at the same time.

The distant Palace of Eternal Life suddenly shook.

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Chapter 223 Karma

The Temple of Eternal Life is nestled between the mountains.

This is the abode of generations of ancient heroes.

Each generation of the Apocalypse carries the responsibility of revitalizing and inheriting the soul of Ionia.

Compared with her 'predecessors', this generation of Apocalypse undoubtedly faces a more difficult situation.

But to some extent, in that soul with countless memories superimposed on it, whether this generation of Apocalypse will face it alone, or all generations of Apocalypse will face it together, perhaps they themselves cannot fully figure it out.

Karma is the collective name for the Apocalypse. After being chosen, they will give up their names, their pasts, and even themselves...

When the tremor occurred, a tall and beautiful figure appeared outside the hall.

The twin dragons of Ionia draped behind her like a halo, and her black eyes flickered with a certain light.

If believers on another continent saw this beautiful woman, they might think she was a god who had descended to earth.

But in Ionia, everyone could guess her identity from the halo formed by the two dragons.

"The movement points to the southwest, and the evil force affects the balance of Ionia..."

An old voice sounded from behind Karma.

The Hall of Eternal Life is both a symbol and a temple.

There are many monks in the temple. They are the most devout believers of Ionia. Their original duty was to teach each Apocalypse how to master his own power and how to communicate with the countless voices in his mind.

But as time went by, the monks had another responsibility, which was to supervise and persuade the behavior and thoughts of each apocalypse.

They seem to care more about whether Ionia's will and glory can be passed on than the Apocalypse himself.

But in most cases, the latter duty hardly needs to be performed by monks.

After all, every Apocalypse has accepted a vast and ancient inheritance of consciousness. No matter who he was in the past, after accepting the inheritance, he can become a wise, intelligent, and knowledgeable leader in an instant.

However, this Apocalypse is an exception. Although she has inherited the ancient will of Ionia, she still frequently shows confusion and doubts about those easy-to-understand principles.

At first, the monks kept their concerns to themselves; after all, they were nominally followers of the Apocalypse.

But with the last round of Noxian invasion, the actions of this Apocalypse completely touched the bottom line of these monks.

As Karma, as a symbol of the ancient will...

She actually used her divine power to interfere with the course of the war.

This behavior is seen by monks as a disturbance in both the spiritual and material realms.

The actions of the Revelators made them feel that all previous sages would be disgraced, and even their own beliefs and souls would fall into the abyss.

After several persuasions, Karma seemed to realize his mistake.

She spent several years traveling Ionia, offering her apologies to Ionians everywhere.

But this time... from the silence of that figure, the shadow of the past seemed to emerge again.

The monk's eyes gradually became solemn, and he slowly walked towards the Apocalypse.

Worry and suspicion slowly appeared in eyes that should have been filled with admiration and respect.

"The temple has records of this evil power. Its previous controller once affected the balance of Ionia. In the end, it was your predecessor who sealed it with his own hands, allowing Ionia to return to peace."

The monk's words were full of innuendo.

But Karma remained silent.

As the monk slowly approached, she finally spoke: "Noxus has been making moves in that direction recently."

"How did you know that?"

The name 'Noxus' made the monk's eyelids twitch, as if recalling some bad memories.

"There's news coming from the Navoli Brotherhood stationed not far away. Haven't you contacted them?"

Karma asked back.

"The Navoli Brotherhood is a group of greedy, cowardly villains. They stir up disputes based on their selfish desires and only serve to deceive the ignorant Ionians." The monk looked at the tall figure from behind. "Why do you want to contact them?"

"You're talking about the former Navoli Brotherhood." Karma turned. "But they're different now. Irelia is their leader. Do you remember her?"

The monk's expression softened slightly. She remembered Irelia, the girl chosen by some ancient power. In the eyes of these monks, she represented the orthodoxy of Ionia. "They are different from us..."

Karma didn't listen to the monk's words, but spoke directly to himself, "They heard that the Noxians might attack the Temple of Eternity, so they came to protect us. What have we done for them?"

“We keep their will and spirit pure.”

"What about the dead Ionians? Are their wills and spirits still pure?"

Karma's question left the monk speechless. He paused for a moment before speaking, "Are you planning to repeat the same mistake? The Temple of Eternal Life and the Apocalypse should not interfere in wars!"

"Don't worry, I won't leave the Palace of Eternal Life this time."

Karma's assurance gave the monk a sigh of relief, but he soon realized something was wrong. "This time, you can go out, but not to interfere in the war between Noxians and Ionia. Instead, follow your predecessor's example and seal the ruler of darkness."