Post-Apocalyptic America: Synthetic 3D Female Protagonist.

He turned around, ignoring the two demigods atop Mount Targon, and fixed his gaze on his group of beautiful women, his "trophies."

"Get ready, we're heading to Demacia."

His voice wasn't loud, but it elicited various reactions from the nine beauties present.

Jinx was the first to jump up, her twin ponytails drawing two blue arcs in the air. Excitedly, she pulled out her "Fishbone" rocket launcher and slung it over her shoulder.

"Demacia? Is that boring country where there are 'Don't do this' and 'Don't do that' everywhere? That's awesome! I've wanted to paint a super-huge smiley face on the roof of their palace for ages!"

Wei slapped her on the back of the head and said irritably, "Idiot, we're going on a mission, not to cause you trouble!"

Jinx stuck out her tongue and hid behind Seraphine.

Sarah Fortune elegantly tossed her burgundy hair and winked at the newly arrived Leona and Diana: "My two new sisters, are you ready to see another side of your master? Conquering a country is much more interesting than conquering two goddesses."

Leona and Diana blushed simultaneously.

They had recovered from their initial shock and humiliation. Under the influence of the Seed of Loyalty, they showed absolute obedience and a deep-seated fervor to any of Su Hui's orders.

At this moment, they were wearing those incredibly shameful undergarments, one gold and one silver, their voluptuous and alluring mature bodies nestled tightly against Su Hui's side, like two pets vying for his favor.

“Our master’s will is our glory.” Leona spoke first, her voice no longer carrying its former majesty, but only a gentle obedience.

"It is Diana's honor to guide the master." Diana followed closely behind, her aloof demeanor replaced by a sickly fawning.

Seeing these former rivals now clinging to her man like conjoined twins, Sarah couldn't help but chuckle. Her master's methods were always so simple, brutal, yet damnably effective.

Ignoring the undercurrents between them, Su Hui simply reached out and embraced Leona's slender waist, while his other hand rested on Diana's firm and full buttocks, feeling their amazing elasticity and taut texture.

The two goddesses trembled simultaneously, but dared not resist in the slightest. Instead, they pressed their hot, delicate bodies against each other even more obediently.

"Set off."

Su Hui uttered two words calmly.

[Power and Control - Domain]!

An invisible wave spread out from him, instantly enveloping all nine female companions.

The space before them distorted violently, like water ripped with a stone. The starlight of Mount Targon, Kyle's figure, and Merlin's smile all stretched and blurred rapidly in this distortion, eventually dissolving into a chaotic mass of colors.

The next second, space was torn apart.

A deep, black rift, seemingly connecting to an unknown dimension, appeared out of thin air beneath their feet.

Holding the two goddesses and leading his ever-growing harem, Su Hui stepped into the room without hesitation.

……

Demacia, the capital.

As the most powerful human kingdom on the west coast of Valoran, this city is renowned for its pure white marble architecture, strict discipline, and absolute resistance to magic.

It was afternoon.

At the "Light Shield Plaza" in the center of Xiongdu, people come and go in a peaceful atmosphere.

Children chased pigeons in the square, vendors hawked their wares, and fearless vanguard soldiers, clad in gleaming silver armor, marched in orderly steps, maintaining the kingdom's order and majesty.

In the center of the square stands a tall statue of the founding king of Demacia, holding a giant sword and pointing into the distance, symbolizing the nation's indomitable glory.

Sudden.

The sky darkened.

It wasn't the kind of gloom that comes from dark clouds obscuring the sun, but rather a kind of... chilling darkness that seemed to devour the sun's light entirely.

Everyone in the square stopped in their tracks and looked up in surprise and disbelief.

Above the statue in the square, the sky appeared as if a shattered mirror, with a huge, irregular black crack appearing without warning!

The rift was terrifyingly deep, with no end in sight, as if leading to the deepest nightmare. An indescribable, terrifying aura, a mixture of domineering, malevolent, and chaotic, poured down from the rift!

"What...what is that?!"

"It's magic! It's evil magic!"

"Quickly! Sound the alarm! Enemy attack!!"

The square instantly descended into chaos. Screams and cries filled the air.

The patrolling soldiers were pale, but their rigorous training enabled them to react instantly. The piercing alarm blared throughout the entire capital.

Just when everyone was terrified by this apocalyptic scene.

One by one, figures slowly emerged from the dark rift, hovering above the plaza like deities descending.

The leader was a man with black hair and blue eyes.

He had an indifferent expression, with one arm around a blonde bombshell and the other around a silver-haired beauty. The two women were dressed in the simplest of clothes, their voluptuous and mature curves exposed, while their faces were flushed with a sickly ecstasy and adoration.

Behind him followed seven women, each with a unique charm, all of whom were stunningly beautiful.

Their appearance plunged the entire square into a deathly silence.

Everyone was awestruck by the group's appearance and their extraordinary aura.

"Surround them!"

A roar broke the silence.

The earth trembled violently, and squads of fearless vanguard soldiers clad in heavy armor surged in from all directions. They wielded massive tower shields and gleaming halberds, quickly forming an impenetrable encirclement.

The armor and weapons of these soldiers were inlaid with a grayish-white stone that emitted a strange vibration.

The Forbidden Stone, Petrised.

This is the foundation of Demacia, their ultimate weapon against mages. This magical substance can absorb and store magical energy; any mage within the force field created by the anti-magic stone will be suppressed to the level of an ordinary person.

Behind the army, a dashing young man clad in golden royal armor and wielding a long spear emerged from the crowd, surrounded by guards.

He was Jarvan IV, the Crown Prince of Demacia.

"Who are you?!" Jarvan IV pointed his spear at Su Hui in the sky and shouted angrily, "Why are you invading my Demacian territory with evil magic?!"

Su Hui glanced down at him, his gaze as if he were looking at a noisy ant at his feet.

"Anti-magic stones?" He didn't even bother to answer Jarvan's question, instead taking a closer look at the weapons in the soldiers' hands.

"Is it with these stones that you've built this ridiculous 'magic-free' kingdom?"

Jinx was laughing so hard she was doubled over.

"Hahaha, stones! They want to use stones against their master! My stomach is about to hurt from laughing!"

The curve of Su Hui's lips grew increasingly cold.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

Snapped.

The crisp sound could be clearly heard in the chaotic square.

The next second, something unexpected happened!

In that instant, all the anti-magic stones in the hands and on the armor of those fearless vanguard soldiers seemed to be injected with some completely opposite command.

They stopped absorbing energy and instead began... releasing it frantically!

But what they released was not the stored magic, but a gray, deathly energy!

"what--!"

The soldiers closest to the camera let out a piercing scream.

They could feel their life force being frantically drained by the weapons in their hands and the armor on their bodies!

Their skin shrank and turned pale at a visible speed, and their strong muscles atrophied rapidly. In just a few seconds, they went from being elite warriors to skin and bones, dried-up corpses!

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The mummified corpses collapsed limply to the ground, their expressions frozen in the terror and bewilderment of their deaths.

This bizarre and terrifying scene completely shattered the Demacian soldiers' psychological defenses.

Their prized weapons instantly transformed into demons that reaped their lives!

"Sorcery! This is demonic sorcery!"

"Throw them away! Throw away these cursed stones!"

The formation collapsed instantly. The soldiers dropped their weapons in terror, tore at their armor, and fled in cries.

"Stop! Don't retreat! For Demacia!"

King Jarvan IV's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He couldn't understand why the kingdom's most reliable bulwark would suddenly turn against him.

Anger and humiliation clouded his judgment.

"Demacia!!!!!"

He let out a deafening roar, soaring into the sky, his spear radiating brilliant golden light as he thrust it straight at Su Hui!

"The sky is falling and the earth is cracking!"

With his roar, the ground beneath him suddenly rose up, forming a circular rock cage, attempting to trap Su Hui and the others in the sky!

This is his signature move, the pinnacle of Demacian royal martial arts.

"Out of control."

Su Hui didn't even use any of his abilities.

Faced with that towering rock cage, he simply... casually lifted his foot and stepped down.

boom!!!

A loud bang.

The rocky cage that could have trapped the dragon collapsed and shattered instantly under his foot, like a sandcastle!

The violent shockwave violently blew Jarvan IV, who was halfway through his charge, away like a kite with a broken string, spitting out a jet of blood in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground.

Su Hui's figure flashed and instantly appeared in front of Jarvan IV.

He stomped on the Demacian crown prince's head, crushing his handsome face into the cold, hard marble floor tiles.

"The glory of the kingdom?"

Su Hui pressed down slightly with his foot, and Jiawen's skull creaked under the weight. "That kind of thing is worthless in the face of an absolute gap in strength."

The entire square was deathly silent.

All the Demacians stared in terror at the man who was stepping on their crown prince's head, as if he were a demon.

Their faith, their glory, their pride—at this moment, this man crushed them in the most cruel and direct way.

Su Hui's gaze slowly passed over Jarvan, who lay like a dead dog at his feet, and over the trembling soldiers, finally landing on the edge of the square, on a blonde girl who was futilely constructing a light shield with pure light magic, trying to protect the people behind her.

She wore an exquisite white and blue dress, her long golden hair flowing behind her. Fear was written all over her fair face, but an indomitable flame burned in her sky-blue eyes.

The light was pure, clean, and carried an inviolable sacredness.

Radiant Lady, Laksana Crownguard.

"The Light of Demacia?"

Su Hui, standing on Jarvan's head, beckoned to Lux in the distance with amusement.

"Lux, is that you? Come here."

"I'm quite interested in you."

Su Hui's voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to possess some kind of magic, clearly reaching the ears of everyone in the square.

come.

Those two simple words carried an unquestionable air of command.

Everyone's eyes were instinctively drawn to the blonde girl.

Lux froze.

She could feel that the demon-like man, with his deep blue eyes as cold as a pool, was staring intently at her.

That gaze held no murderous intent, yet it terrified her more than the sharpest blade.

It was the kind of look... when looking at prey, full of condescending condescension and possessiveness.