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Chapter 244, Long Live the Monarch

Fear and doubt gathered in Dukur's heart. At this moment, he didn't even know how he had provoked such a terrifying being.

Dukur then remembered LeBlanc's words.

But is all of this really just a coincidence?

How could a schemer like Dukur believe such a ridiculous excuse as "coincidence"?

Every coincidence is, in fact, inevitable.

The appearance of this terrifying being here cannot be explained by mere coincidence.

Dukur was instantly drenched as if by a downpour, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

..........

Suddenly, the weather changed dramatically, and the black mist in the air seemed to come alive, churning wildly.

In the face of this power, everything seems so insignificant.

Noxians, Ionians, the Black Rose...

These insignificant humans trembled before this great power.

A gust of wind blew.

The rain of arrows frozen in the air was instantly eroded away, turning into ashes and disappearing without a trace.

Then, the billowing black mist condensed into the figure of a man in mid-air.

As Dukur's plan was about to reach its final stage, Fóyego finally entered the fray.

No one could clearly see the man's appearance, because the man's divine power was too overwhelming. Just looking up at this great being was enough to make the mortals below exert all their strength.

At this time and in this place, none of the mortals below are qualified to behold the face of the gods.

In the gloomy sky, endless black mist, like a rolling and twisting black dragon, roared and raged behind him.

The billowing black mist resembled a raging, turbulent wave on the ocean, while the man standing atop it was like a demon god destined to destroy the world.

A pale crown, jet-black robes, and a purple demonic sword combine to create an image of divine might as vast as the sea.

"You mortals, why don't you greet the emperor?"

A sound like thunder exploded in the space shrouded in black mist.

The presence of the black mist is such that even if a true god were to personally descend, the barrier would be broken by violent means.

Otherwise, you can forget about seeing the scene in the black fog.

In other words, we are now in an absolutely enclosed space dominated by Foygo.

The familiar voice startled many of the rescued Ionian citizens.

Because they all recognized the voice; it was exactly the same as the "Praise my name" whispered in their ears.

They praised the name of this great being and were truly saved!

Overjoyed at surviving the ordeal, an old man immediately bowed deeply in reverence.

This old man was undoubtedly a very intelligent person.

Although the image of the "deity" before us does not appear to be "sunny" or "bright".

But it is an undeniable fact that this deity had just saved them.

In any case, it is absolutely right to sincerely thank this deity now.

Long live the Dark Lord!

After the old man knelt down, he immediately shouted.

His actions were like the first domino to fall, and the people around him followed suit.

"Long live the Dark Lord..."

"Long live the Dark Lord..."

People flocked to the altar, kowtowing and praying incessantly.

In contrast, the Noxian soldiers were not so decisive.

Even though they knew he was a great and imposing figure, kneeling down and shouting in his honor was still a difficult thing to do for them.

"Humph!"

A low groan echoed through the space once more.

At that moment, hundreds of Noxian naval soldiers and mages who were near the edge and refused to kneel were directly swallowed up by the surging black mist beside them.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

With a terrified scream, the remaining countless people were trembling with fear.

Seeing this, Dukur was furious, knowing full well that the other party was making an example of him.

The rain of arrows that vanished into ash just now, and the hundreds of people swallowed by the black mist, were all warnings from this god.

Looking at the billowing black mist around him, Dukur knew that this god had probably used less than one percent of his power.

If they don't take any further action after this, then these "monkeys" will probably be the next to die.

"Greetings, Dark Lord!"

Dukur was the first to kneel down and shout. He knew in his heart that it was not shameful to bow down in front of such a great being, and there was nothing to be ashamed of.

Duguer's pragmatism also directly influenced the Noxian soldiers. Seeing that the highest-ranking general here had already knelt down, they no longer insisted and followed suit, kneeling down as well.

After echoing Dukur's shout, he lowered his head, not daring to look at this terrifying being.

Seeing that Dukur was so sensible, a profound look flashed in Foygo's eyes.

It must be said that Dukur was quite a talent; if he had joined his ranks from the beginning, he probably would have given Dukur a more important role.

pity............

It's too late now; that kid is too ruthless.

Foygo had no intention of bringing this "rotten apple" into his team.

Seeing that everyone had given in, Feuergo knew it was time to clean up the mess.

Fryego had a plan for Ionia all along.

At this moment, although some changes have occurred, the overall situation remains the same.

The ultimate goals are still those two.

The first person to arrive at the Empire will take over the Empire's situation.

Secondly, take the opportunity to harvest the faith power of Ionia; if they could support a force in Ionia, that would be even better.

Dukur's few schemes, in the eyes of the higher-level Foygo, seemed as obvious as lice on a bald man's head.

That's why Fouguere did not interfere much before, but simply let Dukur do what he wanted.

Once everything had reached the point that Foygo wanted, he made his move to reap the rewards.

What could be more advantageous to Fryego than the current situation?

The Noxian soldiers, whose morale was wavering and who had already developed a rift with the Black Rose, were in disarray.

Hundreds of thousands of terrified lambs awaited redemption.

One is the power of discourse within the empire, and the other is the faith of Ionia.

This time, Dukur delivered it directly to Foygo's mouth.

Moreover, the soul power harvested by these mages is also a valuable resource.

Fóyego had been eyeing it for a long time.

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

Folgo deeply understands the Ionians' devout faith in the "Spirit of Ionia".

Even now, even if this god who "suddenly appeared" saved their lives, he would still be no match for the Spirit of Ionia...

It is important to understand that this is done under such a devout faith.

Even if the Galin people worship Phoyego, Phoyego would probably not receive much of the power of faith.

It will not exceed half at most.

Furthermore, such behavior is tantamount to directly confronting this unfathomable "Spirit of Ionia".

So initially, Foygo's plan was to wait until all these people had turned into soul power before they reappeared.

However, due to certain variables, the value of these hundreds of thousands of refugees suddenly increased exponentially.

Therefore, at this moment, Fóyego changed his previous cautious appeasement strategy.

As for why, we'll leave that aside for now.

The important thing now is to deal with these Noxians.