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The guard's footsteps sounded quickly, but no matter how fast it was, it was already too late.

"Farewell... the cage!"

Chapter 94 The big one is coming!

Silas had served this country.

Demacia...this hypocritical country that regards magicians as savage beasts.

He had hope, respect and love for this country.Although he was born into a poor family in a border town, his life could almost be said to have ended as soon as it began, but his parents still firmly supported the ideals of this kingdom.

Therefore, when the poor couple discovered that their son was "tainted with demons", they persuaded Silas to surrender to the demon seeker.

True to his love for his family and his country, Silas did as he was told.

The magic seekers discovered that the boy had the uncanny ability to sense magic, so they used him to find the wizards in the city-state.For the first time in his life, Silas felt useful.

He resolutely carried out his mission and hoped to remain loyal to the country throughout his life.He was proud, but also lonely - he had no contact with anyone but his own discipline.

During those days of searching for the "Dark Magician," Silas came to realize that magic was far more common in Demacia than it was willing to admit.He could detect the glimmer of hidden magic even in the homes of wealthy and distinguished families.

Some of them are even the most radical representatives who slander mages.

However, only those of lowly origin who are possessed by evil will be punished, and these dignitaries seem to be completely above the law.This hypocritical system sowed the first seeds of doubt in Silas's mind.

Finally, in a dangerous incident, as fate would have it, many doubts in his heart finally broke out——

At that time, he accidentally met a hidden mage in the countryside.But when Silas discovered that she was just a little girl, he felt sympathy.He wanted to protect the girl from being taken away by the demon seekers, but accidentally touched her skin.

The next moment, the girl's magic power surged into Silas's body - but it did not kill him. Instead, it spurted out uncontrollably from his palm.This is a talent that he himself has never noticed.But the result was that three people lost their lives, including his supervisor.

Then comes a brief escape and eternal imprisonment.

His name appeared on the wanted posters in the streets, and the bright red words read "One of the most dangerous black magicians in Demacia".

He was forced to wear heavy shackles made of the forbidden magic stone and suffered in the darkest dungeons of the demon seekers.His ability to sense magic was taken away, and his heart slowly became as hard as stone.Silas dreams of revenge on those who wronged him.

15 years... He has been in the bleak and smelly dungeon for a full 15 years.

His careless face was already covered with beard, and his growing hair was tied back like a little girl.

It wasn't until today that he hung up his beard for the first time.

using the...

The sharp blade of the demon seeker.

"You damn betrayers... you are extremely hypocritical..."

Silas choked a demon seeker viciously until the other person died completely.

He used the demon-seeker's sword to shave off the beard on his face, and the broken mirror reflected his vicissitudes of life and cruelty.

He used the magic in the Forbidden Demon Stone to destroy the prison that had imprisoned him for 15 years, and the excessive movement also attracted countless demon hunters and patrols.

But it's okay.

Because...he is not alone now.

"Brothers and sisters, stand up!" Silas raised his arms and shouted, and the magic stone chain on his wrist also clanged, but it could not cover up his hoarse roar at all:

"We've had enough betrayal! We've had enough oppression!"

"Our power is inherent!"

"A crown that everyone can wear!"

The deep dungeon where countless "black magicians" were imprisoned responded with a response, and countless poor people who had been wronged and framed broke out of the cage that imprisoned them.

The stairs leading to the outside world spiral upward, and the increasingly dazzling sunlight has paved the way to freedom for them.

The guards in the prison and the demon hunters who came after hearing the news could not resist the angry magicians. Blood and wailing sounds were poured out on this wonderful afternoon.

Silas slowly walked out of the dungeon surrounded by everyone. The sunshine that he had not seen in 15 years hurt his eyes.He could hardly keep his eyes open.

The feeling of warmth...I haven't experienced it in a long time...

Silas looked down at the magic stone shackles on his hands again.

Now he could completely destroy it, but he did not do so - the imprisonment that once restricted his freedom has now become his most powerful weapon.

He had learned the secret of the Forbidden Stone from the book Eldred gave him.

Although it is Demacia's key to fighting dangerous magic, the Forbidden Stone does not inhibit magic, but absorbs and seals the energy...

This means that he can retrieve the magical energy stored inside.

The method is his innate ability - the ability that put him in prison for 15 years -

[Guide, absorb and release the magic power on contact]

He can use the magic power in the Forbidden Magic Stone at will.

As long as there is magic power in those forbidden magic stones.

Those... magical powers snatched from other innocent magicians.

He wants to avenge all innocent magicians.

He wants to use the "weapon" that Demacians are most proud of to defeat the Demacians.

He was going to pull the lofty king down from his throne.

Then......

crushed.

After leaving Lux's home, Chen Ce walked non-stop towards the palace.

Still familiar high walls, still familiar guards... With just one move [Deception Magic], he easily entered the palace.

He strutted towards the king's main palace.

"Who are you!" Finally, the soldiers guarding the main hall door discovered this uninvited guest. "Stop!"

One person is ready with a weapon in hand, and the other person is ready to ring the alarm bell - they are very vigilant.

But vigilance alone is obviously not enough.

"Sorry, please take a nap." Chen Ce bowed politely, and then "disappeared" instantly.

When he "appeared" again, he was already at the door.

He took off the long sword from his waist along with the hilt, and the two well-trained guards had already passed out.

Pushing open the door, another puzzled face came into view.

The old king Jiawen III looked at the person coming with doubts, and suddenly he was a little confused about what was going on - he probably didn't ask anyone to come over, right?

The caller made no sound...even the guard at the door...

This is......?

"Who are you?" Jiawen III has noticed a hint of danger, but he has been able to maintain enough elegance and style in the face of pressure despite being in a high position all year round.

"A person who comes to discuss national affairs with you."

Chen Ce did not say his name, nor did he use his honorific title to the old king in front of him.

He just glanced at the main hall casually.

Jarvan IV is no longer here, perhaps because the negotiations with his father failed?

Maybe Jarvan IV is hiding in some corner complaining to Galen at this moment - complaining that his father arranged his marriage privately... or something like that.

"Discuss?" Jarvan III sat up a little straighter, "Then, I think you should report the situation to my ministers first, and then let the summoner tell me that you are coming."

There was already a hint of blame in these words.

It even... a bit like punishing the opponent heavily.

Breaking into the main hall of the palace without permission was basically a capital crime of beheading.

The death of his friend Barrett and various recent troubles have put the old king in a bad mood, and the punishment may become more stringent.

He raised one hand, ready to make a "take him down" gesture.

But Chen Ce just smiled and continued moving forward.

Although the long sword in his hand has not been unsheathed, the threat is still there - entering the palace with a weapon and approaching the king without heeding warning...

Well, this is already a capital crime.

"Rude rat!"

A cold light shone in the corner of the eye, and Chen Ce sensed danger.

clang--!

The moment the sound of metal collided, he felt a force far beyond that of an ordinary person - a fine steel spear collided with his sword.

The "sacred weapon" Mokiri was naturally fine, but the scabbard wrapped around Mokiri was not so lucky.

The scabbard was punctured by a spear.

The scabbard, which could not be damaged even by the attacks of dozens of elites from the Fearless Pioneer Regiment, was easily pierced by the spear.

The difference in materials and forging techniques of their weapons is not particularly obvious - the main reason is the gap in martial arts.

The person who uses this gun is one of the best martial arts masters in all of Demacia.

The king's personal guard and the prince's spearmanship instructor—German Steward Xin Zhao.

"Top spearmanship." From a personal perspective, Chen Ce still respected this melee master.

He was able to survive and gain a foothold in Ionia because of his "Triple Claw Strike".

If it hadn't been for that move, he wouldn't have been promoted from an ordinary person to the position of leader of the resistance team, and everything that happened next...Xin Zhao deserved his respect.

There were only a few people in the entire Demacia that he really didn't want to fight with.

"Your reaction speed is not bad either." Xin Zhao took a fighting stance, his sharp eyes alert to any possible angle of attack.

He is not young anymore - about 50 to [-] years old, but his physical strength is beyond the reach of even the swordsman captain of the Fearless Pioneer Regiment.

He stood upright, with an impeccable aura as if he was an indestructible spear.

"I admire your strength, young man." Xin Zhao's tone was low, like a dragon about to become angry. "But you have already committed a capital crime... just surrender and be arrested. Maybe I can save your life."

Faced with such "persuasion to surrender", Chen Ce couldn't help but smile.

He really didn't want to do anything with Xin Zhao, but there were some things... he had to do.

Besides, this is not inconsistent.

"I'm sorry, steward." Chen Ce put away his sword, "I must be disrespectful to our great king today."

"Then you will die!" Xin Zhao shouted and sprinted.

But Chen Ce just stood there with his hands hanging down.

Until the tip of the fine steel spear was less than half a meter away from him.

An evil magic surged within him.

In an instant, the aura of fear enveloped the spear...and then rushed towards Xin Zhao who was holding the gun...

He suddenly felt an inexplicable fear...a fear deeper than death...he seemed to have seen something...

It was the arena...the arena that almost killed him...

The ugly face of the Lord Commander of Noxus is on the stage... Countless nobles eager to see blood are raising their arms and shouting...

The door opened...hundreds of death row prisoners came...they were all gladiators...

"No...!" Xin Zhao suddenly screamed.

The next moment, the spear in his hand fell to the ground, and the man fell to the ground.

His eyes were full of fear, and he kept mumbling some nonsense that no one could understand... as if he was in some kind of madness.

That indescribable fear had invaded his brain.

In just a moment, the strongest fighter in the kingdom fell.