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"Then can you change another clone and let me touch it? I promise not to use any force this time, just touch it without any intention of attacking."

"..." LeBlanc gritted his teeth.

After being silent for a while, she squeezed out two words from between her teeth:

"abnormal……"

The next moment, her clone gradually dissipated like a ball of abandoned magic.

Chen Ce was alone in the room again.

Although he couldn't test the opponent's clones and couldn't stack the second layer of "steel", he was not frustrated at all.

Because he has [-]% confirmed the test results - the damage caused by Heart Steel can be determined by subjective will!

In other words, from now on, I can use my own people to stack steel without any scruples!

When LeBlanc comes to find her next time, she can even use the alliance as a bargaining chip to let her get a few more clones to give herself a boost - if LeBlanc's clones are confirmed by then, they can be like in the canyon. If you stack steel.

Infinite stacking of steel, infinite growth of vitality!

Steel to the end, almost immortal!

At that time, even if the void falls, there will still be a glimmer of hope!

The more Chen Ce thought about it, the more excited he became, and suddenly he felt like he had escaped from death. At this moment, he became more determined in his previous thoughts.

The world mission is gone, but in fact this requires him to go to other countries and other regions to find other "heroes" - as long as he collects enough interaction rewards and stacks everything he can, it will Maybe things will turn around when the void comes!

He paced back and forth in the room with a contented smile on his face.

Finally, he stopped and looked out the window in a certain direction - the direction of the room where Ahri, Syndra, Irelia and others were.

Now, let’s start with the simplest.

There is a full 24 hours of cooling time for stacking steel, so we can't waste every second that can be used to stack steel...

Since you can fold it just by touching it, then...

Is it possible to replenish their demons...ahem...

After all, mending magic is much more intense than touching LeBlanc casually...

Chapter 112 Set sail, set sail!

Things have changed in Noxus.

Although Swain's careful planning took many years, he and his allies seized power in Noxus overnight.He used his body repaired by the devil to crush Darkwill in front of all his followers.There was no one in the sky above the throne, and it was in pieces.

This day is destined to be the most extraordinary day in the history of Noxus.

From this day on, the soldiers who went out on the battlefield no longer had to shout "For Darkwill" before the war, but only had to silently chant "For Noxus" in their hearts.

The empire should not belong to any independent individual, but to everyone who owns it.

What leaders have to do is just to make decisions, not to be willful and dominate everything.

Swain knew this well from the ravens' spying and years of observation.

Just the day after he executed the "former" Commander-in-Chief Brown Darkwill, he summoned his associates with thunderous force to attack the Black Rose, an underground organization that lurked in the depths of the empire and had secretly controlled the empire for countless years. , launched a purge campaign.

This was destined to be a bold and bloody operation.

Countless members of the Black Rose were caught by his "scavengers" and executed in public, in order to declare two things to the citizens of the empire -

First, anyone who is detrimental to the empire, hinders its development, or seeks to control the empire for personal gain will die tragically under the executioner's knife.

Second, even such a mysterious underground black magic organization cannot escape the eyes of Raven.Others are even more so.

When nearly a hundred heads hung high on the flagpole at the top of the arena, everyone knew that this was not a childish and ridiculous "rebellion."

Swain is coming for real.

He gained demonic powers.

He was going to change the status quo and change all of Noxus.

Some people are cheering and others are worried, but Swain himself doesn't care at all about the rumors - he knows that the black rose is not so easy to uproot, and the decaying empire is not so easy to change.

Almost all of the nearly a hundred dead people were the abandoned sons of the "Pale Lady".

Darkwill's death is just the first step in reform.

He still has a lot to do.

Standing on Darkwill's former palace, looking at the shattered throne, his broken arm that had been assimilated by the devil poked out of his coat again.

"Noxus doesn't need an emperor..."

"The empire is no longer controlled by one person..."

"Send the order to withdraw all expeditionary forces!"

With the sound of the throne completely shattering, Draven, holding the blood-stained double axe, laughed.

"Noxus is about to rise..."

The endless snowstorm started again.

The bright sun only stayed for less than half an hour, and the gray and cold sky almost obscured everything.

The snow had soaked into Darius' iron boots.With every step he took, he could feel the ice water squeezing from his heels to his toes, like a skinning bone knife scraping across the soles of his feet.

The cold wind was biting and the pain was bone-piercing. Even as the Hand of Noxus, he felt obviously uncomfortable in this environment.

Not to mention other soldiers.

Almost waist-deep snow seeped into everyone's clothes. The extreme cold and the exhaustion of traveling day and night caused many soldiers to collapse midway, and the "survivors" who were still holding on were no better - Their tense nerves may be overwhelmed at any time.

The number of soldiers who fell in the past few days was very large, and almost an entire battle group was buried in the endless wind and snow.

Because this is the Freljord.

The far north of Runeterra.

The climate here is extremely cold 360 and five days a year, as if the warm sun has a grudge against something here and is never willing to shine its warm sunshine on this land.

Even if the sun shines occasionally, it is stingy - for example, the sun only appeared for less than half an hour.

And the snow that had only melted a little would only look colder in the ensuing snowstorm.

Attacking Freljord is obviously not a wise move...

The Freljord wants to fight, but not now...

Shouldn't, shouldn't...

The Northern Expedition for several consecutive years had no results, and the soldiers they brought out died in batches. How could the entire legion still have the high morale it once had?

Those barbarians in the extremely cold land are not easy to deal with, and the logistics troops lack sufficient material support. This crusade has evolved into a tug-of-war and guerrilla war that is destined to fail!

The commander-in-chief’s decision was wrong!

Big mistake!

"Ugh!"

Darius sighed heavily as he pierced the huge black ax that symbolized glory into the thick snow and stood as straight as a javelin.

He looked at the soldiers around him, and exhaustion was written on almost every face.

Reinforcements from the empire have not come for a long time... He thought that without the injection of fresh blood and the veterans kept dying in battle, if this consumption continued, it would only lead to a more tragic defeat.

What on earth was Brown Darkwill thinking?

During this brief period of thought, several more glorious Imperial soldiers fell in the ice and snow - they should have fought bravely on the battlefield to kill the enemy and make military exploits, but at this time they froze to death in this desolate place. Among!

sad!ridiculous!

"Damn...damn...!" Darius suddenly felt angry, but he didn't know who or what he was angry at.

His frost-covered fingers clenched the ax handle tightly, and the hot breath from his mouth continued to form white mist in the cold air.

He was angry, he was confused, he felt guilty... nothing should be like this!

He waited for a long time, but never received a new order from the commander-in-chief, nor did he receive any letter from the empire.

Until today—until he caught a glimpse of the vague silhouette of a dragon lizard rider in a whiteout snowstorm.

Click, click, click... The dragon lizard always makes some weird and scary sounds when running, which makes people feel numb.

A dragon lizard rider stopped in front of him.

He jumped off the dragon's back, and then respectfully performed a military salute. His movements were impeccable and powerful - obviously, he was not from the legion who had been hungry for several days.

"Sir, I have your letter." He said, "It is an urgent letter sent from the capital. It has already been lost to two dragon lizards."

Darius' swollen eyes looked at the letter handed to him.

He saw the sign of the Immortal Fortress.

But that is not the mark of the great commander.

For a moment, he realized something.

"The expedition is over..."

A few days later in Ionia, Chen Ce sat alone in the conference room, waiting for something.

Taking advantage of this waiting time, he focused on the armor on his chest.

Reddish-brown breastplate.

Showing nobility and luxury.

Welcome to Steel Door!

Feeling the increasingly strong vitality in his body, he wished he could have the word "Steel Gate" tattooed on his body every day.

In the past few days, he has beaten all the [heroes] around him - once a day.

After all, reality is not a canyon, and the increasing vitality cannot be measured with a definite number, but the feeling of being full of vitality in the body is very obvious.

If we talk about actual performance... it's probably more difficult to die.

It's not that his body has become harder and it's harder for foreign objects to break through his flesh, but that it's not so easy to die after being broken, and it's not so easy to lose mobility due to injuries.

This can be reflected in a small experiment this morning - cutting one's fingers with a knife had almost no effect on the movement of the fingers.

It hurts, but it won't cause you to lose strength due to pain.

Really good, Faith Steel Door is really good...

Chen Ce touched the Heart Steel on his chest and thought about the "sacrifice" he had made for stacking steel in the past few days... It can only be said that all gains come at a price.

Although being tortured by Irelia and Ahri was heroic, and being ravaged by Syndra with one bare foot and one jade foot wrapped in foot socks was also desperate...but it was all worth it!

Bang - just as Chen Ce was thinking secretly, the door to the conference room was pushed open.

Immediately afterwards, a large group of people came in from outside.

Some of these people are very familiar with the conference room, but most of them are unfamiliar - most of them are actually here for the first time.

Because many of them cannot be fully regarded as members of the resistance - or they are only on the periphery of the resistance, and usually have no contact with the core areas of the resistance led by Irelia.

Ahri, Syndra, Lilia, Riven, Samira, Sett, the two brothers Yaso Yongen, Lee Sin, and Udyr.

And Irelia and Karma were at the front.

"Everyone is here." Irelia walked quickly to Chen Ce and asked in a low voice: "What's the matter with you suddenly calling us here? And this list of participants... I kind of read it. don't know."

She knew everyone in the conference room, but she didn't understand what was special about them, let alone why Chen Ce wanted to meet them.

If a high-level meeting of the resistance is to be held... But most of these are people from the periphery of the resistance?

And if Chen Ce wanted to have a small meeting with someone he could trust, why would he want to find Samira, an outsider from Noxus?

Don't understand...

"I want to discuss something with you." Chen Ce responded with a smile, then turned to look at the other 11 people.

He paused deliberately.