Demacians and Noxus, forever, are enemies, and are always pushed together like magnets by some greater force.

There are many defenders who defend their superficial ideals, and they are all my obstacles. They are fighting in this small open space with an almost joyful mood, without knowing the true significance of themselves.

The two armies fought in a melee, and each side devoted all their efforts to this dance of destruction.

I could try to reason with them and ask them to move elsewhere to fight, but my former compatriots now see me as some kind of existence between traitors and evil stars, Noxus, how about it, Noxus have never been patient.

My common weapons—wisdom, charm and enthusiasm—are useless in this vortex of despair.

So I pushed the hindrance to the side and stepped on the provocation under my feet.

All the horrors in the world are being performed madly by my side, and I am already very close to my goal.

There, in the center of the battlefield where rage was churning, the flames of color were calling me—a beautiful life was about to die, trampled by mud and plasma boots.

This life stands bravely, unruly in the roar and filth created by the iron-armored thugs, its beauty is like the crisp singing of a crystal wind chime.

It is the last flower of this plant, and if it dies, there will be no next bloom. I cannot allow it to die.

The two generals of the army stopped in the fierce battle and saw me approaching, their uninvited guests in the final battle.

They faced me and suddenly joined forces to form an alliance, and they shared the same hatred for my uninvitedness.

I stood in the middle of two armies, looking like I was waiting for the embrace of death that was pounced on all directions. The soldiers were approaching me carefully, and the hands holding the sword were trembling. Unlike them, I knew why I was fighting.

Robin retracted his mind and looked at Aphelius and said calmly: "We can seek Tarik's help before we go to Fukuk Island."

Aphelius was silent for a while, and finally nodded. He was willing to try.

"You really want to find Tarik?"

The merchants were very confused. The Giant God Peak was full of dangers. In addition to the robbers, there were many warriors who had experienced here, and they were not good at it.

He looked at Aphelius and Luo Bing, and his thin figure hid a powerful force.

He smiled and said, "Maybe I can lead you another way."

"I don't care. If we encounter danger, we may not be able to save you."

Robin is in place and the businessman gets a good vaccination.

At night, the wind is howling.

The merchant pointed to a shining star and said, "That is part of the sign of the god of war, "Penthen," and he is a man named Atres.

From a very young age, he knew that fighting was his destiny.

He was trained like many children in the tribe, with the goal of joining Raquel's military corps, "Rakhorak".

Atres was never the samurai with the greatest strength or the most skilled skills, but he insisted in some way, standing up with blood and bruises after every round of the competition.

After a while, he had a fierce confrontation with his fellow recruits Palas. But no matter how many times Atres was thrown on the stone surface, he stood up again.

His unyielding tenacity made Palas look at him differently. The blood they shed on the training ground formed a true brotherhood.

Atres and Pyrath were invaded by barbarians during a patrol, and only two of them survived the entire Raquer patrol.

When the Rik Sun Star refused to attack these invaders, Atres and Pillas vowed to seize the power of the Star Star himself, and they decided to climb the top of the Giant God Peak.

Like many of their predecessors, they underestimated the cruelty of this climb.

Before Palas reached the peak, his life was like a candle in the wind, and finally trembled slightly and disappeared.

When the sky is open and only Atres is still there, he will become the carrier of the Holy Spirit and he will have the power to avenge revenge.

But later, it was not the people who returned to the Laquer tribe, but the war star spirit with a long spear shining and round shield shining - Pansen's original.

He judged Atres was not qualified because he was a warrior who had been defeated repeatedly, so it completely took away his body and used it to achieve its goals - a task that was too difficult for mortals.

Atres was sealed into the farthest corner of his mind, and could only see the astral spirit traveling through the blurry scenes, searching for the dark people - living weapons created in ancient times.

Later, Panson, in a rage, joined a battle not far from the Giant God Peak. What awaited him was the Dark Sword Demonatox who was pursuing the top of the God Peak.

The battle fought from the ground to the sky, sweeping across the army of humans below... In the end, something impossible happened.

The Dark Seed's God-killing Blade pierced Pantheon's chest and carved a sword on the war constellation in the sky.

But as the Astral Spirit gradually dissipated, Atres, the man it thought was weak, woke up again. He was penetrated by Attorks' blade, and the power of the Astral Spirit's weapon was declining, and he took a breath and spat at the dark seed's face.

Atoks sneered and left Atres in the same place to die.

A few hours later, when the crows began to fall, Atres held back the pain and stood up again, staggering back to the Rakuer tribe, leaving behind a bloody road.

After suffering a lifetime of failure, his will to survive and his betrayal were enough to delay his death, even if that death had taken away the God of War.

Atres wakes up at the home of Peras, and Peras's widow Iula recovers from his wounds.

There, Atres understood that he had been looking up at the stars all his life, but never thought about the world under the stars.

Mortals are different from gods. Mortals fight because they have no choice because they know that death is always waiting.

He saw this tenacity in all his life, because the threat of death would never end.

Indeed, the barbarian invaders are now threatening settlements north of the Raquels, including Iula's farms.

Although Atres still needs several months to recuperate if he wants to raise his spear, he decided to end the disaster himself.

Finally, he set out with the dim weapon left by the Star Spirit.

However, when he arrived, he found that his irreconcilable enemy had been attacked.

From their screams and the strong smell of blood... Atres knew that they were facing Athox.

Atres realized that it was Atorx who drove the group of savages to the Giant Peak.

Although he once regarded them as enemies, they were no different from the Raquels - they were all mortals trapped between two more powerful forces, tragically tragic.

Atres had the same resentment towards the Dark and the Protoss.

They are all the same. They are all the problems themselves.

Atres stood between the barbarian and Atrex. The Dark Seed recognized the scarred shield and spear belonging to the fallen Astrology, so he mocked him - now Atres has no power of Panthen, how can he have hope? He knelt on his knees under Atres' attack, but when Atres heard the shouts of people around him, his will ignited the Astrology's spear. With a leap, he slashed the Dark Seed's sword-holding arm with one blow.

The sword and the dark seed fell to the ground, only Atres stood firmly, and he saw the star of the same name resurrected in the sky.

Although Atres often wondered about returning to Iula's farm, he made a vow that day to fight against the Astrals, Ascenators, Demons and any overly powerful beings, because they would only destroy.

He abandoned his original name and became the new Pantheon - the martial arts of the Star Spirit have now been infused with a new fighting will, and can only burn when facing death.

Panthen's divinity has left, and the god of war must be reborn among mortals."

"Didn't the Dark Seed be driven out?"

Robin stared at the merchant curiously, which was obviously the story of the past.

But when he mentioned all this, the merchant's serious expression told her that these things didn't seem that simple.

"Yes, but a new round of crisis will come soon.

Do you two want to experience the ascension of Atres, the God of War?”

Robin hesitated for a moment and finally nodded.

The merchant took out a potion, and after they drank it, something fantastic happened.

In the ruins of Nerima Jie, they felt that it was not a leap. The magic in the starry sky burned in the sky along the trajectory of Atreth - it was the feeling of falling.

After all, Atreth is just a mortal.

On the whirlpool dunes beside him, a team of Rakhorak was fighting. The group of warriors of the Sun Sect came a long journey from the temple of the Giant God Peak.

They had fifty spears in total and went deep into the desert for three weeks - a distance that Yu Atres could cross in just a moment.

They came to investigate a force that was surging - even if they were losing money.

Here, the sun they worship is always bright, and the back of history seems to be still imprinted in the desert, outlining the remains of the lost empire in ancient times.

The high-rise buildings have now been buried in sand dunes. The sun that once allowed mortals to ascend to heaven has long been sunk into the ground.

Shurima was born here and died here.

The first ascenator was created in Nerimajie.

They should have defended Shurima and faced any threat. However, before they died, their country was destroyed, and the ascenators fell into madness in hundreds of years of disputes, turned into dark seeds, trampled on and ravaged the world, and eventually were imprisoned.

However, Atres knew very well that some abominable thing born from Shurima's arrogance is still not dead...

The sound of metal sounded in Atreth's ears, and a spear flew past Atreth's helmet. The spears were one after another.
Chapter completed!