The Mage Behind the Scenes From the Twin Cities Chapter 271

Chapter 271 For the Land of the Newborn!

Ionia, West.

boom! !

In the clear sky of Ionia, countless thunders suddenly sounded.

In an instant, the air flow in the sky hovered, and half of the sky was covered with shadows.

Suddenly, in the horrified eyes of the Ionians, a huge rune magic circle lit up in the sky.

Suddenly, a trace of steel pointed slowly floated out from the rune formation.

"Is that... a ship?"

The Ionians who were farming were shocked to see the implements in their hands slip, and looked up at the sky in horror.

Since the rune magic circle appeared in the air, the whole area has become extremely abnormal, and the peace of the past has been broken in an instant.

But for a moment, a ship that covered half of the sky sailed out of the rune formation, straddling the sky.

The ship was reddish-black all over, and on its underside the majestic Imperial emblem made all Ionians look flustered.

"empire."

"Noxus, back."

"why!"

The new national symbol of the Empire, every Ionian will not be mistaken.

A few years ago, one such army invaded them and occupied most of their land.

The appearance of the space battleship reminded everyone of the fear they had experienced.

Hundreds of meters above the sky, with bright red eyes, Swain stood on the bow of the space battleship, looking down at Ionia below.

"Empire, unstoppable!"

He happened to be the commander-in-chief at one time when the Imperial army fell in Ionia.

And today, with the will of the empire, he is back!

"Presidian, what a nostalgic place."

Swain glanced over the broken wall and gave the first order indifferently:

"Blitz, erase the Codex!"

Boom!

The lower part of the hull of the aerospace battleship was opened, and a gun barrel with a length of dozens of meters stretched out, with bright red lines on it.

Every space battleship is a vehicle equipped by the Empire for the President of the Parliament, but compared to the completion of Ryan's ship, Swain's one can only be regarded as a semi-finished product.

But even so, the main gun of the entire aerospace battleship, combined with Swain's ideas and the technology mastered by Orianna, finally developed a fort that uses the power of demons as an energy source.

hum!

Swain's face was grim, and he stretched out his scarlet left hand, which wrapped his demonic power around it.

This demonic power slowly condensed, and finally merged into the space battleship along the hull.

It was also at this moment that a red light flashed on the cannon under the hull.

The coquettish and **** color made everyone horrified.

As early as the moment the space battleship appeared, the ordinary people of Ionia left behind their farm tools and what they had done, and ran to the distance with their lives.

Only some swordsmen, ninjas, and warrior monks stayed, looking up at the space battleship with resolute expressions, as if they were ready to fight to the death.

Originally, Presidian was the most prosperous city in Ionia, but because of the invasion of Noxus, an unprecedented war broke out here.

In the war led by Swain and Ryan, although Ionia won, Presidian was also beaten to pieces.

Even after a few years, it is still a ruin like an ancient site, and no one lives there anymore.

At this time

When it was fully charged, red light shot down from the muzzle.

Suddenly, Swain's demonic power bombarded the center of Presidian.

In an instant, hundreds of millions of scarlet lines were intertwined, wandering around and tearing everything apart.

Wherever it was affected, everything was dissolved.

The ancient tree tens of meters high was crossed by thousands of red lines, and it melted and became invisible in an instant.

The building that still retains its abandoned appearance was cut by tens of thousands of red lines and torn apart in the blink of an eye.

It was only a matter of seconds, and Presidian had undergone earth-shaking changes under the action of the red light.

The ruins that were originally occupied by the aurora were finally turned into history before this powerful attack.

The Ionians who chose to stick to it were fortunate enough to be one of the few spectators at the moment. They looked at everything in front of them in horror and couldn't believe their eyes at all.

A single blow destroys a city.

Such power should only be possessed by the gods in this world.

Even though they had already made up their minds to die, seeing this scene in front of them still filled their hearts with despair.

With such a gap, where is Ionia's hope?

Swain indifferently watched the Presidian turn into ruins, so he stopped the space battleship and flew towards the empire's occupied area in Ionia.

The purpose of today is very simple, to tell the Ionians who are still hesitating:

Empire, here we come again!

If Ionia is still as scattered as before, not to mention the enemy of the underworld, he will destroy Ionia first.

"I hope you can resist for a while."

Swain's whispers echoed in the empty air, ignoring the great upheaval caused by his arrival.

To the south of the Ionia continent, a black mist permeates the beach.

Green grievances appeared in groups, constantly pounding the Ionian line of defense.

The person headed by Ionia is a young girl in fiery red armor, with dozens of strange blades hovering around her, hunting down the spirits who are trying to move forward.

Even if her blade is sharp enough, she still can't resist the tide-like sea of evil spirits.

The rest of the ordinary Ionian warriors and ninjas have very little means to fight the enemy, and those who master the power of the elements kill the enemy through the elements.

For the rest, they can only rely on ritual enchantments to enable them to have the ability to kill resentful spirits.

But even if their individual strength is stronger than Wraith, but facing an enemy dozens of times their own, Ionia's side is still attrition.

The most terrifying thing is that every person killed by the resentful soul slowly turned into an evil spirit, straightening up and killing them.

Facing countless enemies, facing those killed comrades, they almost fell into despair.

It seems that from the beginning, this is a war that cannot be won.

"Irelia, we have to hold on!"

The middle-aged warrior shouted to the leading girl that they had the strength to fight, but the pressure brought by the transformation of their comrades was too great, which greatly reduced the morale of the Ionians.

Irelia obviously noticed this, gritted her teeth, and shouted loudly while struggling to kill the enemy:

"Brothers and sisters, do you remember the hardships we suffered when Noxus invaded us. The earth cracked, the spiritual tree withered, and we were displaced?"

Her words resonated with some people, who waved their swords as if they wanted to vent their hatred on the resentful spirits.

Irelia controlled the blade and killed dozens of resentful spirits silkily, with a high expression:

"Since the Noxians invaded us, we've vowed to stand up and never suffer like that again. Today, guys from other places want to invade us, they kill our comrades, will Former brothers and sisters turned into enemies."

"Perhaps, we will all be stained with the blood of our comrades today. But I have already made up my mind!"

Swish!

Irelia's eyes flashed unbearably, but she still manipulated the blade to penetrate the warrior spirit in front of her. She remembered that his name was Koso, a swordsman who cultivated double swords, and was just buried in the hands of a resentful spirit.

She took a deep breath, and suddenly felt a force surge out of her body, and the blades around her circled at a faster speed, killing dozens of resentful spirits in the blink of an eye.

In a short time, a vacuum formed around her, which lifted the spirits of the Ionians who had raised a little morale.

After doing this, Irelia galloped forward without hesitation, beheading the resentful spirits at an extremely fast speed while shouting:

"Brothers and sisters, behind us is the homeland we love. We have nowhere to go. Since the enemy wants to kill us, let them come. To invade Ionia, start with my corpse. Step on it!"

"Ionia!"

Irelia's voice inspired the passion of the Ionians.

At that moment, the surrounding spirit tree spirit flowers seemed to have a touch of spirituality.

It was also at this moment that the Ionians seemed to have an unquenchable flame in their bodies, and this flame was continuously providing them with power.

"kill!"

"For Ionia!"

"How can a mere grievance contaminate the land of birth!"

"With my sword, slay all evil!"

The Ionians no longer hesitated, and fanatically followed behind Irelia, launching a death-like charge towards countless resentful spirits.

Irelia stood at the forefront. After beheading several resentful spirits, she raised her right hand and shouted with all her strength:

"Ionia, stay high!"

Behind her, Ionia rushed into the grievances, shouting with her at the same time:

"Ionia, stay high!"

It sounded like thunder, resounding all over the world.

The Ionians seemed to have received the blessing of their homeland, and each of them bravely slashed at those resentful spirits, and for a while, they suppressed the offensive of the resentful spirits.

In the endless black fog behind the resentful spirit, Atres stood proudly in the air, silently watching the battle by the sea, his eyes flashing with respect from time to time.

If he cherishes the army of his homeland so much, if it is not for the tribe, why would he want to be an enemy of such a person.

But unfortunately.

He glanced at Karma next to him and saw that his eyes were blank, he walked towards the beach step by step, and sighed slightly.

What a cruel thing for the Apocalypse of Ionia to destroy the homeland with his own hands.

He knew in his heart that this was the one who controlled his existence to show him.

If he is unwilling to cooperate, then the next person to do such a thing will be him.

"Saennasa!"

The ethereal Sanskrit sound suddenly resounded through the battlefield.

This should have been a familiar voice to the Ionians, but before they could show their joy, they were stunned to see Irelia smashed into the ground by a faint green light.

"Kalma!! Why!!"

Irelia stood up like nothing else, but looked at the billowing black mist in disbelief.

Among them, Karma, wearing a priest's uniform, walked over the waves.

None of the Ionians would have imagined that their most beloved Apocalypse, the ancient guardian of the First Lands, would one day become their enemy.

The morale boosted by Irelia's words was instantly disintegrated, and almost everyone's beliefs were shaken.

The guardians have become enemies, and where is their hope?

Irelia gritted her teeth and looked at Karma with hatred.

Instead of looking at this former friend again, she wanted to see what the person behind her looked like.

As early as when Karma appeared, she noticed the pair of eyes that had no spirituality.

Karma has been missing for a long time. She did not expect that she was actually controlled by the enemy.

The storms and battles that took place here seem to be good things done by the enemies behind them.

"Kalma, behind the homeland we once guarded together, I won't take half a step back, I'm sorry!"

After Irelia whispered these words, there seemed to be a flash of blue light in her eyes.

At this moment, she seemed to have an endless power transmitted to her body.

This power reminded her of the former Presidian, a power of the same origin.

"Everyone!" Irelia raised her right hand again, "Priest Karma, like her comrades just now, has been controlled by the enemy. We are both children of the Newborn Land, and for the land behind us, we need to strengthen our hands. Sword."

"For Ionia!!"

After shouting, Irelia seemed to have turned into a sharp sword, and she traversed hundreds of meters in an instant, and all the resentful spirits along the way were slashed by her blade.

In the blink of an eye, she appeared in front of Karma. Without the slightest hesitation, knives all over his body swarmed down.

boom! !

Karma didn't seem to be slow, and a cyan shield appeared directly in front of her body.

But this can resist the defense of the Atris spear, but it was instantly pierced by the blade.

Blood flowed out of Karma's body, but it was stopped in an instant, and Karma kept retreating, trying to distance herself.

"drink!!"

Irelia shouted, and dozens of **** knives swirled and rushed towards Karma again.

"For the land of birth, at all costs!"

Karma has only had time to create another shield, and the blade is already there.

Facing the blessed blade, with a roar, the shield cracked like broken glass, and it was about to be broken.

But at this moment, there was a sudden whistling in the distance.

"Protect!"

Irelia's face froze, she pulled back the blade without hesitation, and circled around her to form a knife array.

Ding! !

A faint golden light flashed away, and Atreus' spear slammed into the sword array, making a thunderous roar.

The aftermath of the collision between the two ~www.mtlnovel.com~ actually hit a big hole in the sea, and the surrounding resentful spirits were hit by the aftermath, and none of them survived.

Atreus rushed out of the black fog, grabbed the spear, and stabbed at Irelia like lightning and flint.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The blade and the spear collided, and each time the handover could make an earth-shattering sound, each and every knock could roll up a lot of waves.

And Karma was not idle either, reciting Sanskrit in her mouth, and sending out a cyan beam from time to time, or she put a layer of shield on Atris.

"Come on, enemies of the Land of First Birth!"

Even if it was one against two, Irelia was still heartbroken, her eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and she actually danced in a rhythmic dance.

Accompanied by the silent melody, her aura rose steadily, and there were a few more cyan blades around her body, which collided with Atreus under the dance.

For a time, the two sides were inextricably fighting.

Chapter end

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