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An invisible wave spread out from Su Hui as the center.

Galio's unstoppable giant fist suddenly froze less than three meters above his head!

Time and space seemed to freeze at this moment. The enormous stone fist was suspended in mid-air, and the gale generated by the fist's force blew Su Hui's hair, but it could no longer advance an inch.

For the first time, an expression of disbelief appeared in Galio's golden eyes.

Lux's pupils constricted sharply; the flame of hope that had just been ignited was mercilessly extinguished by this scene.

He released Lux.

The next moment, his figure vanished from his spot and reappeared above Galio's head.

A longsword burning with azure soul flames appeared in his hand at some unknown time.

That is the color of the soul, the law of death.

"Now that you're awake, let's find you a new owner."

As soon as he finished speaking, he casually swung the long sword in his hand downwards.

There was no earth-shattering roar, only a faint, deep blue streak of light that seemed to tear through space, which flashed by in an instant.

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Galio's massive, indestructible body, made of anti-magic stone, instantly developed a deep, charred crack from his chest to his abdomen!

The azure soul fire burned wildly on the wound, devouring the magical energy and protective will that constituted its body.

"Roar--!!!"

Galio let out a roar of extreme pain, his massive body trembled violently, and the golden light dimmed at a visible speed.

However, this is just the beginning.

Su Hui flicked his finger, and an invisible, glowing point of light precisely pierced the wound on Galio's chest.

Seeds of Loyalty!

Galio's roar abruptly stopped.

Its massive body stiffened abruptly, and its eyes, burning with golden light, flickered violently a few times.

finally,

All the light faded away, replaced by a deep and passionate azure.

Lux, Garen, and all the Demacians stared in utter disbelief and despair.

boom!!!

Galio, the last guardian of Demacia, the anti-magic stone statue, his massive, mountain-like body kneeling heavily on one knee!

Its massive knee slammed a terrifying crater into the solid marble plaza, and spiderweb-like cracks spread across half of the plaza.

It lowered its proud head, offering its loyalty to the man in the sky with an unprecedented, soul-deep devotion and awe.

"Galio...pays homage...my lord!"

At this moment, the last glimmer of light in Lux's world was completely extinguished.

Her eyes became vacant, as if her soul had been ripped out.

Su Hui's figure slowly descended, standing in front of her, looking down at her from above.

"Now, what hope do you still have?"

He waved his hand, and the light elemental magic within Lux was forcibly suppressed and extracted using [Power Control].

Lux, having lost all her power, collapsed to the ground, her body going limp. She could only lean weakly against the cold stone slabs for support.

She was like a Persian cat whose claws and teeth had been pulled out, leaving only her endearing appearance.

"Jinx, Seraphine."

Su Hui waved to the distance.

The two girls immediately skipped and hopped over.

"Master! What are your orders?"

Jinx looked on with anticipation.

Su Hui pointed to Lux, who was already dazed and panting heavily on the ground, as if he were giving her a trivial instruction.

"You two are responsible for watching over her, and then you'll go to the palace together to take her to get cleaned up."

His gaze swept over Lux's sweat-soaked armor, clinging tightly to her body, a smile playing at the corners of his eyes.

"Change into your beautiful clothes and get ready to receive my...favor tonight."

"Wow!"

Jinx let out an exaggerated yelp, pinched Lux's limp cheek from exhaustion, and said with a grin, "Yes, Master! I'll make sure this golden cat smells wonderful after a bath!"

Seraphine glanced at Lux, who was now powerless to resist, with some sympathy, but still obediently nodded:

"Okay, master."

After all,

The two women then supported the exhausted Lux ​​on either side and headed towards the Demacian palace.

Su Hui's gaze fell on the magnificent building that symbolized the highest power in Demacia.

He strode over, walking leisurely.

All the soldiers blocking his way retreated to the sides in fear, making way for him.

tonight,

He will enjoy his latest spoils of war in this palace.

Just as he was about to step into the palace gates.

A voice drifted faintly from the shadows of the palace.

“Powerful outsider, you are interested in the ‘light’ of Demacia, but don’t you want to see the ‘darkness’ lurking here?”

Su Hui stopped and turned his head.

A woman dressed in a simple black robe slowly emerged from the shadows.

She had long, jet-black hair, was barefoot, and wore a languid yet alluring smile.

What is most striking are her eyes, which shimmer with purple arcane light, as if they contain endless depravity and temptation.

Behind her, she was dragged a pair of heavy shackles made of anti-magic stone, but the shackles seemed to be just decorations, unable to restrict her movements in the slightest.

“You can call me Morgana.”

221. Morgana's Surrender [9.4k]

Su Hui stopped in his tracks.

His gaze shifted from the magnificent palace gates to the deep shadows.

A woman walked out slowly, barefoot, each step silent, as if she herself were part of the shadow.

She wore a simple black robe, but it couldn't hide her incredibly mature and voluptuous body.

The neckline of her robe was extremely low, revealing a large expanse of fair and delicate skin and a deep, alluring cleavage that swayed slightly with her steps, as if possessing a magical power that could draw one's soul in.

The hem of the robe was above the ankles, and as she walked, her legs, long and shapely, were faintly visible beneath the hem, exuding a sensuality and strength unique to mature women.

Her exposed feet were delicate, with slender ankles and beautiful arches. Every step she took seemed to be on an invisible rhythm, carrying a decadent yet elegant beauty.

She had long, jet-black hair that cascaded down her shoulders, with a few unruly strands falling across her full breasts, adding to her languid charm.

Her face was stunningly beautiful, a beauty completely different from Lux's sanctity and Kayle's holiness.

It was a contradictory beauty, full of decadence, mixed with pain and compassion, with the unique charm of a mature woman in every corner of her eyes and brows, as if she could see through the deepest desires in a man's heart.

What is most striking are her eyes, which shimmer with a deep purple arcane light. The light is as deep as the night sky, as if it has contained thousands of years of pain and struggle, yet it also reveals a hint of cynical playfulness. Anyone who looks at her will be involuntarily drawn in and captivated.

Behind her, a pair of heavy shackles made of anti-magic stone dragged along the ground, making a soft "clattering" sound.

But these shackles seemed to be nothing more than insignificant ornaments, unable to restrict her movements in the slightest. Instead, they were like unique accessories, adding a touch of rebellious and forbidden allure to her.

She stopped a short distance in front of Su Hui, crossing her arms over her chest, a gesture that made her already impressive bust appear even more prominent.

She tilted her head, a lazy yet alluring smile on her face, and sized up Su Hui.

“You can call me Morgana.”

Su Hui's gaze swept over her without restraint, from her purple eyes to her full red lips, then to her voluptuous curves that seemed to burst out of her clothes, and finally to her bare, fair feet.

Morgana.

He uttered the name, a playful smile playing on his lips, "Kyle's sister, the fallen angel."

Morgana's smile froze for a moment, but she quickly regained her languid expression.

"It seems my sister has already met you."

She licked her lips, her movements slow and suggestive. "Did she tell you that same hypocritical righteous rhetoric again? Saying I'm depraved, that I'm evil?"

She did mention you.

Su Hui neither confirmed nor denied the statement.

"Hmph, justice?"

Morgana let out a disdainful sneer, a deep-seated hatred flashing in her purple eyes. "Her so-called light is nothing but a lie built on oppression and confinement! This city, this kingdom, is rotten to the core."

She raised her hand and pointed to the magnificent palace.

"Do you think the Demacian royal family is so noble? While they preach the evil of magic, they secretly use its power to consolidate their rule. They built anti-magic prisons, treating countless of their kind who were born with talent as monsters and imprisoning them for life, simply because they were afraid—afraid of the power that they could not control."

Her voice was full of inflammatory rhetoric:

"And I will liberate them, and I will give this hypocritical kingdom a true trial!"

"So, you came to me to try and recruit me?"

Su Hui asked with great interest.

"You are very strong, stronger than I imagined."

Morgana readily admitted, her gaze sweeping over Galio kneeling on one knee and the soldiers who had turned to death in the distance, "Your power does not belong to the light of this world, nor to the death of the Shadow Isles, nor to the Void. You and I are the same kind of people."

She took a step closer to Su Hui, and a rich, dark fragrance wafted towards her.

"Kayle and the Celestials of Mount Targon behind her are the maintainers of order, the guardians of the rules. We, on the other hand, are the destroyers of the rules. Let us cooperate, powerful outsiders. We can share the throne of Demacia. As a token of our sincerity, I can share with you an ancient and purer power."

"Oh?"

Su Hui raised an eyebrow.

"Deep beneath this royal capital lies an ancient demon."

Morgana's voice was low and seductive, "An existence born from the purest fear. Once awakened, all of Demacia will be ours. Its power is enough to make you stronger."

Su Hui laughed, a laugh that carried a hint of contempt that Morgana couldn't comprehend.

"Before discussing cooperation, you always have to inspect the goods first, right?"

Morgana's smile grew even more alluring. "Let me see what kind of desires and darkness are hidden beneath your powerful soul... I'm looking forward to it."

Before she finished speaking, her purple eyes shone brightly!

An endless darkness instantly spread from beneath her feet, turning into a quagmire of pain that enveloped Su Hui.

Countless mournful cries rang in Su Hui's ears, the resentment and despair of the imprisoned mages over thousands of years.

A series of visions unfolded before Su Hui's eyes: villages burned by flames, children with chains piercing their bodies, and sorcerers scorned by their own people and betrayed by their own families...

This is Morgana's dark magic, [Painful Corruption].

It can strike straight to the soul, stirring up the deepest pain and guilt in the target's heart, causing even the most steadfast paladin to collapse in endless regret and self-torture.

She looked at Su Hui with confidence, waiting for him to show an expression of pain and struggle.

However, Su Hui simply stood there quietly, his expression unchanged, his deep eyes calm and still, as if those illusions that could drive even the gods mad were nothing more than clumsy dramas in his eyes.