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

A profound look flashed in Foljego's eyes; all of this was a hurdle for Riven.

Once you overcome that obstacle, a whole new world awaits you.

If she can't overcome this obstacle, this person named "Riven" will become a walking corpse.

Even knowing this, Fryego still had complete confidence in Riven.

After all, the soldier in front of him was a talent he valued.

He was giving Riven an exceptional treatment, intending to grant her the same status as Karthus.

This is similar to the role of a "business partner".

I don't intend to use the trick of coaxing and deceiving.

Chapter 240, The Day the Broken Sword Was Reforged

Fouguez didn't rush to say anything, but instead gently pointed a finger into the air.

In an instant, the surrounding black mist condensed into three light screens, each displaying different images.

"Just wait and see."

Foygo pointed to the three images in front of him.

Riven's gaze unconsciously followed Fryegor's fingertip to the screen.

The first image shows nearly a hundred mages dressed in black robes working together to maintain a purple pentagram magic circle.

The area encompassed by the pentagram magic circle was the forest burning with dark green flames.

Furthermore, one could vaguely see wisps of gray power being absorbed by the purple magic circle from time to time.

The second image shows thousands of Noxian naval soldiers abandoning cannons on the shore and boarding ships to leave the coast.

In the scene, one can also vaguely see dark green flames burning in the distance.

The final scene shows the remaining hundreds of thousands of Galin people on the distant coast, staring in terror at the dark green demonic flames burning in the forest.

Riven slowly clenched her fist, tightened her teeth, and squeezed out a few words through her teeth.

"what on earth is it?"

From being betrayed to the complete annihilation of his army, and then escaping death to meet Foyego.

This process took less than ten minutes.

Riven desperately needs someone to answer all her questions right now.

"Don't you understand yet?"

Foygo stared into Riven's bloodshot eyes and whispered.

"27 All these sacrifices were part of a grand conspiracy."

Folger's voice was very calm, and as he finished speaking, Riven's body trembled violently.

Combining the three images that Folger showed her, she finally understood everything.

"Dukur!!!!!"

Riven suddenly let out a low growl, and a few drops of bloody tears rolled down her cheeks.

Everything is now crystal clear.

Dukur deliberately dispatched her and her warbands to escort these alchemical potions to the very front of the battle line.

Then, using them as bait, the Galin were lured to attack. Afterward, Dukur bombarded from a distance, igniting the alchemical potions and sacrificing these baits to annihilate the last resistance force of the Galin!

Dukur, what a cruel heart you have!

However, due to Riven's perspective, she still had some difficulty understanding the overall strategy.

So much so that she couldn't immediately connect the dots and figure out what role these magicians played in all of this.

.........

At this moment, Riven felt endless resentment.

Her resentment towards Dukur had now gradually spread throughout the entire empire.

Is this the empire she has always served? Is this what they call Greater Noxus?

For all of this, she even became an executioner! A butcher with blood on her hands!

At this moment, Riven's endless hatred gradually shifted to herself. She recalled those who had died tragically at her hands, and her heart was filled with endless torment.

Suddenly, a figure slowly approached her.

"Get up, Riven."

"You did nothing wrong. You did everything a soldier should do."

"The source of all this sin is someone else."

"Let me tell you the whole truth slowly."

A gentle voice reached Riven's ears, and a hand was slowly extended in front of her.

She slowly raised her head, and all she could see were a pair of dark eyes as gentle and reserved as the ocean.

Finally, Riven slowly extended her hand, still damp with blood.

With a gentle touch, a warm sensation traveled from Riven's palm to her heart.

This familiar, warm feeling made Riven feel a little more at ease.

I stood up and listened quietly to Fouguere's narration.

.................

"In fact, a secret society has been lurking in the shadows of the Noxian Empire."

"This society has been secretly manipulating everything in the empire."

"This secret society's influence extends from nobles and generals to ordinary peddlers and laborers."

"This secret society has played a role in the rise of almost every ruler of the empire."

"General Emistan and Dukur are both their men."

"Even the current Grand General, Darkwell's rise to power owes something to them..."

"And this organization is called—Black Rose!"

Folger spoke calmly, but the meaning behind his words struck Riven like a thunderbolt.

What did she hear? The empire that Riven once considered so glorious and magnificent was actually just a plaything in the hands of an evil society?

"And right now, this is the war that Darkwill is determined to wage against Ionia."

"It was a complete conspiracy orchestrated by the Black Rose."

"The purpose is to achieve some kind of goal for them."

"The magicians you just saw are all members of the Black Rose."

Folger continued to reveal this to Riven, whose expression gradually became complicated.

"Then what are they doing all this for?"

Riven asked blankly, clenching her fist tightly once more.

"The goal of the Black Rose, or rather, its leader, the Pale Lady, is..."

"eternal life!"

Or rather—to prolong one's own life!

Folger answered Riven's final question, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

..............

The reason he was able to see through all this was due to the intelligence brought by Vladimir.

One cannot attain true immortality until one reaches the level of a demigod.

Even with divine favor, a legendary powerhouse would likely only survive for two hundred years.

Despite this, the two are still alive.

He only realized this after Vladimir reminded him.

Both LeBlanc and Vladimir have existed for at least several thousand years.

However, neither of them reached the true demigod level.

In terms of both strength and status, they are far inferior.

This shows that neither of them possesses the "qualification" for immortality.

Furthermore, taking advantage of his foresight as a time traveler, Foygo knew exactly where the two of them came from.

Vladimir usurped the power of the Darkin and obtained a corrupted version of the Darkin power.

Although it is unknown why Vladimir was not corrupted by the Void power within his Darkin bloodline, the same applies.