Chapter 1097 - 658: Overflowing Spoils of War, Seizing Expansion Points!

Chapter 1097: Chapter 658: Overflowing Spoils of War, Seizing Expansion Points!

The faint red battle qi flickered intermittently, the expression of the leader on the horse changed suddenly, and he fell headlong.

Viscount Volibear jumped onto his horse, seeing Olaf closing in from behind, he used all his strength to hurl the wide-blade beheading giant sword like a hidden weapon.

Then he jerked the reins and swiftly galloped toward the town outskirts.

As Olaf, emotionless, deflected the whistling wide-blade beheading giant sword, Viscount Volibear seized the opportunity to ride twenty yards away.

Just as he thought he had escaped the battlefield, his scalp suddenly tingled as if it were exploding.

A feeling of unprecedented fear of death gripped his heart.

"Bang!"

Almost simultaneously, three Calamity Flying Spears appeared in a triangular formation behind Viscount Volibear.

The spear tips were adorned with a layer of eerie blue flames that danced like venomous snakes.

The sharp bone spear, imbued with golden-level undead mana, effortlessly tore through the depleted battle qi defense within Viscount Volibear’s body, penetrating his unarmored form, drawing three blood arrows from his body.

Viscount Volibear looked down at the three large holes suddenly appearing in his chest, an expression of disbelief spread across his face, and with a roar, he toppled from his horse, lifeless.

The person who used an astounding spell to instantly kill Viscount Volibear was Fang Zhou, who had been observing the battle between Olaf and Viscount Volibear all along.

All those fighting were stunned by this sudden event.

Soon, the Esoteric Rebel Army side erupted in deafening cheers directed at Fang Zhou.

Meanwhile, the noble guards witnessing the complete annihilation of the Noxus garrison began collectively surrendering or fleeing.

With even the Viscount Commander possessing golden middle rank prowess falling to the enemy, they could not conceive of a reason to continue fighting desperately.

The war balance of the Noxus logistical transit station began to utterly tilt with the death of Viscount Volibear.

As blood-soaked, murderous demon bandits charged into the streets of Noxus, the soldiers and merchants within the logistical transit station realized the garrison of the Calamity Sun Demon Country had lost this war.

Desperation was etched on everyone’s faces. Facing these wildly evil villains, they were uncertain of what fate awaited them next.

Everyone was driven out and gathered in several squares in Noxus.

Those hidden or attempting to resist were all brutally killed by the demon bandits without exception.

Having just experienced a war, the demon bandits, excited by the bloodshed, did not mind adding a few more lives to their tally.

In the face of the gleaming weapons, more people chose to compromise.

Among them were caravans from various places, noble guards spared from death upon surrender, the scene was chaotic, with everyone wearing expressions of fear toward their uncertain fate.

Not long after being corralled, two demon bandit leaders with ravens printed on their leather armor appeared on horseback.

"Ah!"

Screams erupted in waves.

The tales of brutality by Raven Secret Cult, one of the three major Esoteric Rebel Armies within Calamity Sun Demon Country, were well known; only they hadn’t expected such misfortune would befall them one day.

Seeing the fearful looks of the people inside, the surrounding demon bandits laughed heartily.

A red-haired demon bandit leader tilted his head and squinted, seemingly enjoying the screams.

He sinisterly spoke to the crowd, "If you cooperate honestly, there will be no trouble.

If anyone tries to play hero, I’ll cut off everything on his body that can be cut."

Those surrounded were cowed by the ferocity of the demon bandit leader, and the noisy voices quickly quieted down.

According to a previous agreement among the Seven Great Secret Sect Rebel Armies, the region on the east side of the Noxus logistical transit station, where large cultivation resources were stored, was allocated to the Storm Secret Cult.

So, although the Raven Secret Cult occupied this area, they did not plunder it.

The red-haired demon bandit leader, seeing his intimidation take effect, trotted his horse around the square, his vicious eyes constantly sweeping through the crowd.

Suddenly, a demon merchant fumbled to cover a wooden box beside him in the center of the crowd, catching his attention.

With sharp eyes, the demon bandit leader spotted the box filled entirely with various potions.

Driven by greed, the red-haired demon bandit furrowed his thick brows and ordered several of his subordinates nearby to grab the boxes of potions at the merchant’s feet.

The other demon bandit leader with him was clearly more sensible, recognizing his comrade’s intent, he approached saying, "Red Hair, this isn’t right.

The leaders agreed this area belongs to the Storm Secret Cult. They’ll be here soon to take over. Getting caught will be trouble."

The red-haired demon bandit’s mind had long been filled with the colorful potions.

He recklessly shouted, "What’s the big deal if they find out!

I’ve been fighting on this street for so long, brothers have died more than a hundred times, shouldn’t we reward ourselves?

Taking a few boxes of stuff is giving them face!

A newly emerging medium-sized secret cult, do they dare challenge us Ravens?"

"Didn’t Tahm tell you not to mess with Storm’s stuff?"

Just as the demon bandit lackeys were about to stash a few boxes of potions, a voice filled with murderous intent suddenly interrupted.

On the eastern side of the square, about five or six hundred people had appeared at some unknown point.