I, Folyago, am the most devoted lover in Runeterra.

Foygo gently stroked the Broken King's Blade in his hand, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes.

It seemed as if he was holding not a sword, but a familiar lover.

As Foygo gently stroked the demonic sword, purple halos occasionally emanated from it, seemingly expressing his inner joy.

At this moment, Folyad reached a peak resonance with the Blade of the Ruined King.

The reason for this result is simple: Folgo's swordsmanship was simply too poor before...

Although previously, Folyago had established a symbiotic relationship with the Ruined King and the Black Mist.

It's like this: the three are relatives with blood ties, but Foygo and the Demon Sword are brothers.

However, the brothers had not seen each other for ten years and had lost touch with one another.

Although the bond of blood is irreplaceable, it is still inevitable to feel a sense of estrangement.

But now it's completely different. After mastering demigod-level swordsmanship, Foygo felt that the demonic sword in his hand was like an extension of his bloodline.

He could see through and control every move and thought of the Demon Sword.

The sword in his hand seemed to have become a part of his body.

This also helped Foygo understand why those highly skilled swordsmen in his previous life only needed to carry their swords and didn't even need wives.

This wonderful feeling is truly indescribable.

It turns out that ever since that day, the Blade of the Ruined King absorbed a wisp of true god power and fell into a deep slumber.

It wasn't until recently that Blade of the Ruined King was awakened from its slumber.

Previously, Folgo had been hiding within the Empire and could not carry the Demon Sword with him, as the power of the Blade of the Ruined King was too astonishing and its appearance too distinctive.

Therefore, Folgo had no choice but to keep the Demon Sword on the Shadow Isle.

This was the first time Folgo had gripped its sword hilt since the Broken King had awoke from his slumber.

Of course, Foygo, whose soul was connected to that of the Broken King, was aware of the changes that had occurred to the Demon Sword.

This change also deeply moved Fóryg.

After absorbing that wisp of true god power, the Blade of the Ruined King is no longer just a simple sword!

Now it—has consciousness!

Or rather, a completely new Blade & Soul!

At the same time, the already exaggerated power of the Blade of the Ruined King has also led to a leap in growth.

The curse on this demonic sword has also undergone a terrifying evolution.

Now the curse of Blade of the Ruined King has an additional effect, which Folyago has named — Fallen God!

As the name suggests, once one is corrupted by the cursed mist on the Blade of the Ruined King, even one's divinity will be corrupted and degraded!

The importance of divinity to the gods is self-evident; it can corrupt and cause the other's divinity to fall.

This ability is practically the nemesis of all demigods.

The current Blade of the Ruined King is arguably a "god-tier weapon".

This is why Tam felt an instinctive fear the moment he saw the demonic sword.

Whether they are demigods or demons.

They are all manifestations of some phenomenon or consciousness in Runeterra.

The fallen gods of the Blade of the Ruined King can even strip away their divinity.

This was a devastating blow to their strength.

..........

"what happened?"

"Say it."

Foygo said calmly, his tone as still as a stagnant pool, without the slightest change.

As he said this, he didn't even raise his head, but simply gazed tenderly at and gently stroked the demon sword in his hand.

"hiss!!!"

Tam gasped. The more Foygo acted this way, the more frightened Tam became.

"No, no!!!"

Tam quickly shook his head and waved his hands in one smooth motion, secretly shrinking back in fear.

This sword wasn't this terrifying before.

"Just say so if you have the conditions."

"Given our relationship........."

"Of course I will seriously consider it."

Folyad continued speaking indifferently without raising his head, but to Tam, his words sent a chill down his spine...

"No, no!!!"

Tam shook his head and waved his hands again in refusal, looking somewhat like a child politely declining a relative's red envelope when visiting a relative's house.

"Really not?"

For the first time, Foygo raised his head and stared at Tam, asking a question.

"No, no!"

Tahm Kench's hair stood on end, and he declined again.

"That's good."

Finally, Foygo smiled and released the Blade of the Ruined King from his grasp.

"Singing..."

The purple magic sword swirled and flew through the air, making a series of whooshing sounds.

It's like a child soaring happily in the wind.

The soft hum of the magic sword made Tam shrink back, thinking to himself, "From now on, I'd better keep my tail between my legs and be a fish in front of this guy."

too difficult!

"That........"

"Now it's my turn to ask you."

Foygo chuckled and said, and Tam dared not be negligent this time, and quickly spoke up.

"Ask away! Ask away!"

Tam's large, fat, green face once again sported that signature fawning smile.

"Actually, it's nothing major, it's just..."

A strange look flashed in Foygo's eyes as he slowly asked a question, causing Tam's expression to gradually become serious.

"How come you..."

"Did I suddenly think of asking this?"

For once, a serious expression appeared on Tam's fat face.

"You just need to tell me."

Foygo clearly had no intention of telling Tam the reason behind it.

A hint of displeasure flashed across Tam's face. He weighed the pros and cons in his mind and finally gritted his teeth.

He knew that this matter could not be hidden from Foygo at all; after all, it was better to sacrifice a friend than himself.

"All right........"

Tam sighed and then recounted everything that Foygo wanted to know.

After listening, a look of understanding flashed in Foygo's eyes.

"I see......."

Folyad nodded to himself.

"In that case, I won't bother you any longer."

"Old friend..."

As he finished speaking, Foygo's figure slowly disappeared from the spot.

Along with version 3.4, the demonic sword that had been constantly humming in the air also disappeared.

Tamm immediately breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground.

After a while, Tam wiped the sweat from his forehead and slowly got up.

His fat face was full of unpredictable expressions, and in the end, everything turned into a helpless sigh.

"Ugh......"