Outside Dawn Castle.
Boom!
The enormous stone giant crashed to the ground, its stone body shattered and covered in cracks, yet it still exuded a powerful presence as it struggled to rise.
Seeing this, the panting Garen steadied his breathing, gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, and raised it high. Immediately afterward, he stabbed it heavily into the ground and shouted, "Demacia!"
At that moment, divine light bloomed in his eyes, and it was as if a current of air surged up through his entire body.
The greatsword suddenly plunged into the ground. Amid an unparalleled aura, a gigantic sword forged from light appeared high in the sky, wreathed in blazing flames and radiant with supreme might.
The next second, this sword of judgment smashed down.
Powerful energy exploded across the stone giant, piercing through its body. The stone giant, which had been trying to struggle back up, instantly turned into rubble, as if it had been smashed to pieces.
When many people nearby saw this scene, their eyes were filled with shock.
Even several members of Garen's squad were the same.
Although they rarely saw Garen use this move, no matter how many times they watched it, they still felt shaken.
Garen's weapon had a long history. Before he appeared, it had mostly been sealed within the royal treasury.
Rumor had it that this sword had once received the Protectors' blessing and possessed her supreme might.
The Protectors' power was far too great, so ordinary people could not use it easily.
In a certain sense, it was not Garen who had chosen it, but it that had chosen Garen.
Because of this man's righteous character, the blade had recognized him. That was precisely where Garen's charm lay.
After that execution strike, Garen's breathing became even more urgent. Supporting himself with his greatsword, he knelt on one knee and kept panting.
Although this move was extremely powerful, it also consumed a tremendous amount of his stamina.
On the other side, after tearing the stone giant's head from its neck, Shyvana roared toward the sky, declaring her victory.
Afterward, she was also unable to maintain her dragon form any longer and gradually returned to human form.
With the two stone giants fallen, the situation at the entrance of Dawn Castle was completely brought under control.
After Garen recovered some stamina, he exchanged a glance with Shyvana, and both of them prepared to head into the castle to provide support.
Sylas had led a group of mages toward Jarvan III's location. The situation there was still unclear, and they had no time to rest.
Just as they were preparing to move, a force suddenly arrived from behind.
Garen looked over, and his entire body could not help freezing.
He saw a golden-haired girl riding toward them, her lovely face full of resolve. Before he had noticed it, she had already grown into the graceful young lady she was now.
It was as if she was no longer the mischievous girl in Garen's memory who only knew how to cry loudly when something happened and run to the adults over every little thing.
In her right hand, she held a staff. That was what made Garen freeze.
But after thinking about it, he let it go.
At this point, what was there left for him to be surprised about?
Hadn't he already known long ago?
Lux had now arrived in front of him and looked at Garen. "There are troublemaking mages all over the city right now. The mages to the north have already been suppressed. I heard a main force came to Dawn Castle."
Hearing this, Garen nodded slightly. "A portion of them have already gone inside."
Lux immediately said, "Then we need to hurry too!"
Without much more conversation, the group quickly rushed into Dawn Castle.
Neither Garen nor Lux mentioned the staff.
At this moment, the word family surpassed a thousand words.
The brother and sister who always argued whenever they met had, in truth, always been protecting each other in their own ways.
Inside the inner chamber.
"So, from the very beginning, you were waiting for us to make a move. You even made preparations before we decided to act."
Tourt looked around at the encirclement they were in and could not help feeling a trace of sorrow in his heart.
He had never expected that the victory he and the others had always thought was in their grasp had only been a one-sided illusion.
Hearing this, Luke casually nodded. "More or less."
He had indeed made several preparations in advance, just in case.
When Sylas's execution day was decided, Luke had felt that someone would definitely use the opportunity to stir up trouble.
It was just that he could not be certain who the person acting would be, so he could only wait silently.
Now, it seemed that Tourt looked more like the mastermind, while Eldred, commander of the Mageseeker corps, who had been suppressed, was instead only an accomplice.
It seemed there was still more to dig out from this matter.
"Heh, heh."
Tourt let out a few self-mocking laughs and stared fixedly at Luke. "Before acting, we imagined many possibilities. Only... only we never factored in you, this unexpected Second Prince. It is precisely because of that that today, we fell into your hands."
Now, the person who had set this trap and waited for them to walk into it was clearly the Second Prince before his eyes.
To be honest, he had not underestimated him. On the contrary, it was precisely because this Second Prince's previous performance had been extraordinary that he had decided to use this opportunity to get rid of him.
In the end, only Jarvan IV would be left.
But he had never imagined that before he could even act, he had already fallen into Luke's trap.
At this moment, Jarvan III looked at Tourt and the others surrounded in the circle, still unable to understand as he asked, "You were once ministers I trusted. You are even Catherine's elder brother, someone I regarded as family. Why would you do something like this now?"
His gaze fell on Croger, unable to hide his sorrow.
Even Jarvan IV had never imagined that his own uncle would participate in a rebellion, and his gaze was both sorrowful and disappointed.
At this moment, Croger had already recovered from his panic, and he knew it was too late to say anything now.
He widened his eyes and looked at Luke with anger. "Isn't it because of him? Now everyone knows you picked up an outstanding son from among the common folk. Heh... wiping out cults, suppressing beast tides, resisting the Black Mist, defeating Noxus at the border. Don't think I don't know. All of it was you secretly helping him from behind, all because of your guilt from back then and because you want to raise him to the throne."
"Did you ever take House Ireland seriously? Naturally, I could not just watch this brat climb up step by step. The throne belongs to Jarvan IV. It belongs to House Ireland!"
Croger's voice had become almost a roar by the end, and his face had also turned ferocious.
Originally, Jarvan IV's throne was unshakable.
And originally, Croger should have held the status of the king's uncle, beneath one man and above ten thousand.
Yet now, a wild brat from the countryside was about to pluck away the fruit.
How could he endure that?
Hearing his words, the disappointment in Jarvan III's eyes deepened. He sighed. "From beginning to end, I never helped this child even once. His accomplishments were all achieved by his own efforts. Everything he has obtained now is also deserved. It is your jealousy at work, your hearts blinded by profit and power."
He had never expected that Croger would intend to rebel for such a laughable reason.
But after thinking carefully, it also made perfect sense.
Who would not want power that was within easy reach?
Jarvan IV looked at his own uncle, his expression carrying anger and sorrow at his failure to live up to expectations. "You clearly already have fine clothes and food, living a life many people dream of, yet you still covet more. Is the throne really that important? Important enough for you to go this far?"
He still remembered that when he was young, the person he liked the most had been Croger.
Back then, his father had been strict and often scolded him for being mischievous.
At times like that, it was always Croger who held him in his arms and comforted him gently.
He vaguely remembered Croger holding his hand and taking him out to play in the streets.
But why did time turn a person into this?
The person closest to him had been willing to start a rebellion because of a throne.
After learning that Croger had even done this for his sake, Jarvan IV felt even more disappointed and confused.
He had never cared about the throne. Even before Luke appeared, it had been the same. He knew that it was more properly a responsibility.
No matter who sat in that position, what they should care about was the nation, not so-called power.
Croger had not dared look toward Jarvan IV this entire time, perhaps because of the guilt in his heart, making him unable to meet his eyes.
Perhaps he felt that as long as he did not look, he would remain the uncle Jarvan IV loved and respected.
But at this moment, he still turned his gaze toward Jarvan IV. A fleeting gentleness flashed through his eyes, and in the end, he sighed. "Jarvan IV, let me teach you one final lesson. Never look at this world and the human heart too simply."
After saying that, from who knew where, he gathered courage. His eyes turned red, he drew his weapon, and he charged straight at Jarvan III, full of killing intent.
Xin Zhao showed not the slightest pity. He stepped forward, swung out his spear, and the cold light at the spear tip flashed, drawing a precise arc through the air.
Accompanied by a spray of blood splattering onto the ground, Croger's figure fell as well, dying on the spot.
Looking at Croger's corpse on the ground, Jarvan III sighed in his heart and looked away.
Jarvan IV watched, sorrow flashing through his heart, and he also sighed.
"Power... It truly is something that harms people."
Tourt looked at Croger, whose eyes remained wide open even after death, and felt the sorrow of a fox mourning the hare.
According to their plan, the assassin should have killed Jarvan III, then they would have arrived and found Jarvan III's corpse.
At that time, they could throw the blame onto the mages causing chaos in the city, and Luke should also have died today.
Jarvan IV, who would lose two close relatives in a single day, would naturally hate the rebellious mages to the bone.
At that time, the Mageseekers would rise again, and they could also establish Jarvan IV as king. A new king's position would naturally be unstable, and they could take the chance to seize more power.
That was how things should have been.
But why had it turned out like this?
After that red-haired woman appeared, events no longer unfolded according to their expectations.
When they arrived, the two sides were already fighting chaotically. To prevent things from going wrong, they had no choice but to act directly and personally kill Jarvan III.
However, they had never expected that this was only a trap.
At which part of the plan had something gone wrong?
His gaze stared fixedly at Luke, unable to understand exactly how he had known in advance.
There was no doubt that this was absolutely a pit prepared long ago, simply waiting for them to step into it.
If that was the case, then it meant he very likely had known long ago that something like this would happen today.
But how exactly had he learned it?
This prince had done so many things that made his name famous. Croger and the others had initially felt that Jarvan III must have been helping him in secret.
Otherwise, no matter which one of those matters it was, none seemed like something he could have accomplished alone.
It was undeniable that Luke himself did have a certain level of ability.
But not so outstanding that they had changed their plan as a whole because of him.
Yet precisely because they had underestimated him, they had fallen into this doomed state now.
Looking at it now, what Jarvan III said was true. From beginning to end, he had never secretly helped Luke.
They had guarded against Tianna and against Xin Zhao, yet by chance, they had overlooked him.
And the one they had overlooked had also been the most monstrous one.
But what use was knowing it now?
At this moment, the sound of many footsteps rang out, and another group arrived.
The leader was none other than Sylas, and behind him followed over a hundred mages, all with aggressive momentum.
After Sylas arrived and looked at the situation at the scene, an interested look appeared in his eyes. "Looks like I missed an interesting show, but I'm not too late, am I?"
"Mages!"
After seeing him, Jarvan IV immediately became alert and guarded against them warily.
Behind him, the soldiers also pointed their weapons at the mage group.
"Don't be so nervous, Prince. I can wait until you finish cleaning up the matter at hand first."
Sylas raised his hands and smiled faintly, then looked at Luke. "Being able to stand outside and look you in the eye feels pretty good."
Luke shrugged and had not yet spoken when Liliana, beside Sylas, took a step forward. Seemingly after observing the situation, she shouted, "Sylas, this infighting among their upper class is a good opportunity for us. A king and two princes are all here. All mages, seize this chance and take them down in one move!"
She raised her staff, and behind her, the mages responded one after another.
Meanwhile, Tourt, Josie, Eldred, and the others saw the mages arrive, their eyes flickering as they felt this was a perfect opportunity.
After the mage forces arrived, the situation did indeed become somewhat chaotic.
It seemed as if a great battle could break out at any moment.
"No, Liliana. I think we are better suited to be spectators."
At this moment, Sylas placed his hand on Liliana's shoulder and spoke calmly.
Liliana was somewhat confused and turned her head. "What do you mean? Sylas, we shouldn't miss this opportunity."
"The opportunity was never with us."
Sylas sighed. Magic energy suddenly erupted from his hand and blasted Liliana away.
Liliana crashed heavily to the ground and spat blood.
This action immediately quieted the scene, even plunging it into silence.
Whether it was Tourt's side, the Mageseekers, Jarvan IV, or even the group of mages behind Sylas, all of them looked at him in confusion.
The mages in particular were especially stunned.
Why would Sylas suddenly attack Liliana when everything had been fine?
"Sylas, what are you doing?"
The male mage they had met that day now ran toward Liliana and questioned Sylas angrily. "Have you really gone mad?"
"I haven't gone mad. I'm actually very clear-headed. That's why I know we shouldn't get involved in their internal strife."
Sylas walked out from the group, looked at Liliana as she struggled to rise from the ground, then glanced at Wisteria, who had been standing beside Eldred the whole time.
"Time really can change many things. It can make someone who loved magic hate magic, and it can turn a simple little girl into someone full of schemes."
Sylas turned and looked at the mages with different expressions in their eyes. "Do you truly think we would win?"
"What are you talking about?"
"What exactly are you trying to say?"
"Are you getting scared before the battle even begins?"
"Or are you planning to defect to the enemy?"
All kinds of voices came from the mage ranks. At this moment, all of them were filled with anger and dissatisfaction toward Sylas's actions.
"No. From the very beginning, we were destined to lose."
Sylas's certain voice fell. Powerful magic suddenly burst from his body, immediately suppressing the entire scene. Then he pointed toward the situation behind him. "Can't you understand it even now? From beginning to end, we were the ones being used. If I'm not mistaken, some people merely wanted to use our hands to achieve their ultimate goal."
Once these words fell, some mages did indeed begin thinking.
Seeing the situation at the scene, they had always felt something was off. Why would these people in power suddenly start fighting among themselves at this point in time?
Liliana was helped to her feet, and she looked at Sylas with pain in her eyes. "What exactly are you talking about? Whether they fight among themselves or not, what does that have to do with us? I really misjudged you, Sylas. You're just afraid in the face of battle. You coward!"
By the end, her voice had turned into a furious curse.
Sylas looked at her calmly and asked, "When did you start working for the Mageseekers?"
As soon as these words fell, the entire scene went quiet again. The mages, who had been discussing, were also somewhat unable to believe it.
Liliana's eyes widened, and she shouted angrily, "What kind of joke is that? The Mageseekers treat mages like this. How could I possibly work for them?"
"At first, I thought the same. If even you had become the Mageseekers' dog, then wouldn't everything I did back then have been meaningless?"
Sylas's voice remained calm. He raised his hand, where a glow of magic lit up. "But I discovered that your magic is no longer as pure as it was back then. Mixed within it are malice and hatred toward the world. I can hardly imagine what you experienced over these years."
Toward the end, his voice became somewhat sorrowful.
"Just based on magic? You think you can sense all of that? Stop joking! You don't understand anything!"
Liliana did not believe Sylas's words at all, and hostility had already appeared in her eyes as she looked at him.
"Just based on magic. I understand these feelings far too well." Sylas said with certainty, "Fifteen years have passed. Just as I know you, your understanding of me is also far too shallow."
"What do you think the odds are that in a dungeon where I lived day and night for fifteen years, I would only discover at the very end that one of the wall bricks could be removed?"
"What do you think the odds are that soon after I glimpsed some secrets, someone came along and said they wanted to rescue me from captivity?"
"What do you think the odds are that this sudden rebellion would finally reach the palace and then succeed?"
"If I'm not mistaken, when we came here, we should have happened to run into the death of some important person over there."
Sylas spoke sentence by sentence, and finally his gaze fell on the fake corpse of Jarvan III over there. The corner of his mouth curved into a smile. "When coincidence is followed by coincidence and yet another coincidence, I think that's no longer coincidence. It's arrangement. Like a stage waiting for the key actors to enter."
Clap! Clap! Clap!
At this moment, Luke could not help clapping.
Sylas looked at him.
Luke said, "This is the first time I've heard you say this much. It wasn't easy."
Sylas was speechless.
I talked for ages, and that's what you want to say?
At this moment, Luke continued, "From what I can see, they probably did want to make you take the blame. But when they were trying to do something bad, we happened to catch them in the act."
"Are you kidding me? Even if that's the case, I'm still not working for these Mageseekers!"
Liliana gripped her staff tightly. Her voice rose, full of anger.
Sylas looked at her. "If not the Mageseekers, then nobles, those in power. From the very beginning, I knew your purpose wasn't pure."
Liliana also stared at him. "I told you, I'm fighting for all mages!"
"If that's true, then listen to me and don't get involved."
Sylas withdrew his gaze from her and looked at Luke. "I hate the feeling of being used, but today, it seems there was no way to escape it no matter what. From the moment I was taken onto the execution platform, it was decided that I would either be used by you, or by them. If I'm not mistaken, both sides were waiting for us to start a rebellion."
It had to be said that Sylas was indeed a smart man.
With only a few glances, he had already guessed most of the situation.
In fact, what he said was not wrong. Waiting for this mage rebellion today had not only been Tourt and the others.
Luke had also been waiting for it. From the very beginning, he had changed the direction of this rebellion, preventing the little blonde from approaching the dungeon.
This forced more people to personally enter the stage and set the trap.
Only in this way could those people be drawn out.
According to Jarvan III's intentions, the Mageseekers would ultimately still be abolished, and the Mageseekers would absolutely not be willing to watch the abolition order and the mage pardon order be issued.
If they wanted to stabilize their position, they had to make use of mages.
Only if mages once again provoked the anger of the entire nation could the Mageseekers rise back to power.
And the best method they could think of was to kill the most beloved king of the people, Jarvan III.
According to the original course, Sylas would launch a rebellion, Jarvan III would die, and all of Demacia would fall into hatred toward mages. From there, the Mageseekers would soar, and their power and status would reach their peak in an instant.
So, if they wanted things to become that kind of situation, a rebellion or an event with major impact was bound to happen. Most likely, it would be a rebellion.
However, waiting for it was Luke, who had long since prepared.
What surprised him was that he had originally thought this rebellion had been planned by Eldred, commander of the Mageseeker corps.
Now, it seemed that was not the case.
And Sylas, just as Luke had first thought, would sooner or later have a day when he could be used.
Sylas continued speaking at this moment. "What waited for me was nothing more than being used by you or by them. That depended on whether I chose to act."
Luke asked, "So your choice is?"
"Although I really do want to beat you up, the kind where I beat you half to death. I think at a time like this, I should recognize reality."
Sylas looked at Jarvan III and asked, "King, is it true that you intend to pardon the mages?"
Hearing this, Jarvan III nodded seriously. "It is true. I have already been preparing to pardon the mages. I simply did not expect something like today to happen."
"You all heard him. He will pardon the mages."
Sylas turned around and looked at the mages behind him. "That is all I have to say. Those willing to stand with me should stop being tools. You too, Liliana. Although I don't know what you experienced over these years, right now, I hope you can see the situation clearly."
Finally, he looked at Liliana and offered one last attempt at persuasion.
Liliana sneered. "They locked you in a dungeon for fifteen years, and who would've thought they had already tamed you into an obedient dog. Sylas, you disappoint me."
Sylas said nothing to this. Those words were not enough to provoke his anger.
He had spent fifteen inhuman years in a Demacian prison. After leaving that prison, endless hatred had surged within him.
He knew he would never forgive Demacia in this lifetime.
But he also knew that venting hatred without reason was no different from seeking death.
So, it was not that he had let things go. It was that he knew even if he chose to act, success was destined to be impossible.
So why seek death?
Sylas did not look at Liliana again. He turned and walked toward an open space at the side, seeming to plan on becoming a spectator.
Among the mage forces, hesitant and murmuring voices rose.
"Is what he said true?"
"So we were being used by Liliana, by these powerful people all along?"
"I think it's very likely true."
"In the end, from the very beginning, the hope of this rebellion succeeding was slim. I was muddleheaded to get involved."
"Forget it. Jarvan III just said he will pardon the mages too."
"I don't want to fight anymore."
One mage after another left the group and walked toward Sylas's side.
Seeing all of this, Liliana roared loudly, "Are you really going to believe the words of those in power? This king is only saying that to stabilize the situation. Afterward, when they investigate, how could we mages who launched a rebellion possibly escape? Don't be naive, and don't be stupid! Pick up your weapons, compatriots! Only by controlling these people in power will we have room to speak!"
Her roar startled some mages, and others stood where they were, still hesitating.
On one side were the powerful who had oppressed them for so long. On the other was the king's guarantee to pardon mages.
All these years, Jarvan III's performance truly had been that of a trustworthy and benevolent king.
If all mages truly could be pardoned, then they would no longer have to live in constant fear and could return to normal life. Who would want to rebel then?
"Move!"
At this moment, Tourt suddenly shouted, abruptly erupting without warning and giving the order. "Everyone, break out of the encirclement. That's our only chance to survive!"
At the same time, Liliana also raised her staff, releasing a burst of violent magic from it as she shouted, "Capture Jarvan III alive! Only then can we survive and protect ourselves!"
Thunder magic immediately struck toward the army. Amid the exploding cracks of thunder, the mages were forced to make their choices faster.
Some still left the group, fleeing as if running away. The rest raised their staffs, making their stance clear.
Tourt, Josie, Eldred, and their men also launched fierce attacks in every direction, trying to break through the encirclement.
The scene instantly fell into chaos.
Xin Zhao stood in front of Jarvan III, protecting him as he withdrew to a safe place. His mission and duty were to protect Jarvan III, so next, he would not leave his side easily.
At this moment, a figure suddenly leapt up and shot rapidly outside.
His movement technique was extremely fast, even passing through space. In just a few steps, he had already reached the window and escaped.
Without a doubt, it was Du Couteau.
He had come under orders. There was no need for him to stay and fight to the death together. If he could escape, naturally he had to escape.
He had not expected Demacia to be this chaotic, with rebellion and internal strife. This trip had left him somewhat stunned.
Seeing this, Katarina did not hesitate in the slightest. She used Shunpo, and as her figure flickered, she directly chased after him.
At this moment, people only hurriedly glanced at that scene.
"Suppress the traitors! Those who remain stubbornly unrepentant are to be killed without mercy!"
Jarvan IV raised his halberd, knowing that in the end, they still had to act, so he took the lead and charged.
What pained him most was that one day, his halberd would actually be pointed at his own compatriots.
Behind Sylas, a mage looked at the chaotic battle and weakly asked, "Do we not need to help?"
Sylas shook his head faintly. "No need."
As his voice fell, the ground began to tremble slightly.
From all directions, an elite force wearing heavy armor and holding petricite shields appeared. There were more than a thousand of them, their ranks neat and their movements unified, exuding overwhelming deterrence.
When the mages and rebels saw this scene, they froze somewhat, and a wave of despair suddenly rose from the bottom of their hearts.
How could they possibly defeat a force like this?
"So that's how it is."
Seeing this scene, Tourt surprisingly did not feel surprised. The corner of his mouth curved into a bitter smile.
Since this prince had already predicted they would act, how could he not have waited for them with thorough preparations?
Liliana and the mages she led were indeed under his control.
Sylas's rebellion had also been part of his plan. Otherwise, he would not have gone to Eldred for help.
However, under the current clear situation, even more people seemed to be useless.
If Sylas had been willing to join this chaotic battle, perhaps there might have been a slight chance.
It could not be denied that he was indeed an extremely dangerous and powerful mage.
Tourt had originally thought that he could use Sylas's hatred from all the days Luke had tormented him to draw him into action.
Then he could use another's blade to kill and have Sylas take the blame for the deaths of both Jarvan III and Luke.
But he had never expected that Sylas's mind would be so clear, and that Sylas had acted along with them the whole way.
It seemed there was now no possibility of turning the situation around at all.
"Those who still persist in error will not escape death! Lay down your weapons now, and I, Jarvan IV, promise you that aside from those involved in major crimes, the rest may live!"
Seeing this, Jarvan IV immediately shouted loudly.
This was to prevent unnecessary casualties. With no possibility of survival, those people might burst out with even greater strength and fight to the death without end.
With such a massive disparity in strength, there was already no need to continue fighting.
Hearing his words, some of the shaken people did indeed put down their weapons, among them some mages who had missed the earlier chance.
Seeing more and more people abandon resistance, Tourt laughed as if accepting his fate. Then he lifted his weapon and charged fiercely toward Luke, his eyes filled with killing intent.
As the mastermind, he had absolutely no chance of surviving this time, so there was nothing to hesitate over.
Likewise, Josie also charged toward Luke.
Both of them were noble representatives, and as two of the Eight Ministers, they naturally possessed considerable strength.
They quickly broke through the encirclement of several soldiers and charged toward Luke.
If not for him, their plan should have succeeded.
At this moment, both of them erupted with intense hatred, as if determined to kill him.
Luke stepped forward, and one Sweeping Blade had already been unleashed. Snow-white sword light flashed through the air, accompanied by a powerful sword intent, slashing toward the two of them.
Under this sword intent, the air seemed to sink, and their bodies became somewhat stiff. Tourt and Josie were startled. They had long known this prince was not weak, but they had not expected him to be this strong.
The two blocked at the same time. Tourt managed to block this strike without danger, but a sword mark had already appeared on Josie's chest. If not for the armor he wore, he would likely already be dead.
Yet at this moment, they had no time to think. They only felt as if they were enveloped by a sword intent full of pressure, and every part of their bodies became somewhat stiff.
Swish, swish, swish!
The next second, Luke unleashed several more sword strikes.
Extremely fast sword light flickered through the air. Each strike seemed to become even more powerful, and a whirlwind aura surrounded Luke's body.
Facing two enemies alone, Tourt could still barely block with difficulty at first, but Josie slowly lost the ability to resist under one sword after another and had his throat sealed by a single slash.
He clutched his throat, despair appearing in his eyes, then collapsed completely.
With no teammate left, Tourt could not hold out for long against Luke either.
Xin Zhao watched the scene before him with quite some surprise.
He had not expected that, after such a long time, Luke had transformed from the immature boy he had once been into someone this formidable.
Even he would probably have to treat such swordsmanship seriously.
He had to admit that this prince's growth was truly astonishing.
Sylas watched the scene before him, his gaze tightening slightly.
It seemed that his plan to beat Luke up would be somewhat difficult to realize.
No one interfered with this fight, and no one had time to interfere.
Because from the moment Tourt and Josie charged toward Luke until now, when Tourt was pierced through the heart by Luke's sword, less than ten seconds had passed.
He personally ended the lives of the two masterminds behind this rebellion, and he also thoroughly crushed the last fighting spirit of their subordinates.
In the end, the only ones still standing on the field were the isolated and weakened Mageseekers.
At the same time, they were also the most mysterious group, the one people had to be even more wary of.
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