Chapter 151: The Last Light of Icathia, Weapon Master Jax

The god-warriors in the Shurima army are the capital for the empire to conquer the world.

Over the past thousand years, there have been countless rebellions in the Shurima Empire, just like the Kingdom of Icathia, but without exception, they were all crushed by their armies.

The audience who witnessed all this outside the film also knew more clearly that Shurima was stronger than Icathia. Although the Icathian army looked very strong.

But this also makes it more worrying.

What exactly is the Void, the power that the Icathian mages talk about that can defeat the Shurima Ascendants?

Some viewers, from the perspective of Saijax when he was protecting the Icathian mage, felt that the power of the Void looked somewhat familiar, and even seemed to have heard the name somewhere.

Some people frowned and thought carefully. Since it felt familiar, it meant that they had seen or heard this word before, but it should have been a long time ago.

This means that this was a foreshadowing that Xuer had planted in the film a long time ago, and it was not revealed until now.

Regardless, the Void seemed like an ominous force, and the Icathians decided to unleash it on the battlefield with Shurima.

The audience stared at the big screen intently while recalling the power of the void mentioned in the film.

The armies of Icathia and Shurima have begun fighting!

The god warriors in the army did not appear immediately, but the mortal army fought first.

The soldiers of Icathia were full of fighting spirit. They were fighting for their homeland. Under the leadership of Saijax, their pure fighting will and anger suppressed for thousands of years made their charge unstoppable. The mortal army of Shurima was just slaves and mercenaries. No one could withstand Saijax's offensive. He used his huge polearm to knock down one enemy after another.

Soon the Shurima army was defeated.

At first only one slave warrior turned and fled, but his panic quickly spread like wildfire, and soon the entire position began to retreat down the hillside.

The camera follows the Icathian army as they tear into the defeated Shurimans, spears piercing their defenseless backs, axes splitting their skulls. The enemy no longer resists, just trampling each other in their desperate escape. The bloodbath is horrific, hundreds of people are beheaded in the carnage, but Saijax stops.

"Stop!" he yelled. "Stop!"

He stood firm, his polearm at his side.

"Retreat!" he shouted, and all those who had witnessed the same scene as him began to shout along.

At first the Icathian army did not want to listen, drunk with victory, and wanted to fight to the end. They wanted to kill every enemy and take revenge on those who had occupied their land for hundreds of years.

But then, screams came from the front line, and blood gushed into the air. The severed hand flew backwards, spinning like a stone skipping on water. The body followed closely behind, being thrown into the air like gravel.

Screams and cries of fear suddenly broke out, and the hymns of freedom came to an abrupt end.

The god-warriors entered the battlefield.

Some walked like men, others crawled like beasts. All were armed with weapons too great for a human to lift, and they were unstoppable and invincible. They rushed in, killing a dozen with every blow. The Ekassia were shattered to pieces by their blades, trampled underfoot, or torn into bloody strips. “Retreat!” Saijax yelled. “Retreat to the walls!”

No one could penetrate the armor of the god-warriors, and the spears broke on their iron skins, and the Ekassians, who had just been cheering in the fantasy of victory and glory, now all their thoughts were shattered like glass, and replaced by a sense of extreme fear and torment, the unimaginable cruelty of the tyrant's unbridled revenge.

Everyone thought that Icathia was doomed to lose.

……

However, the ominous premonition in the hearts of the audience who saw this scene became more and more intense. If the Icathians won, they might not necessarily use such terrifying power, but now their army was in disarray, their line was broken, and the god warriors stood among the corpses, not even bothering to give chase.

It was at this moment that the mages and priests of Icathia decided that the time had come to release the Void.

What happened next was beyond comprehension. No mortal had ever seen anything like it.

Several strong lights burst out from the tent. Huge arcs of purple energy tore through the sky and hit the ground like huge waves. The force of the impact knocked everyone to the ground.

A deafening scream seemed to tear the air apart. It was as if the entire world was screaming in terror. The blue sky that had been clear just a moment ago had now turned the color of a bruised wound, and an unnatural twilight took over the sky. The remaining flickering afterimages were imprinted in the deep memory of everyone who saw this scene.

Sharp teeth and claws...bloody mouth...all-seeing eyes...

The light from the nightmare, an evil, ugly blue-purple color, covered the world, pressing down from above, and at the same time blooming upward from somewhere unknown below.

This is the end.

The roar echoed, and more and more gullies tore through the earth. The walls of Icathia, which had been torn down and rebuilt, were completely shattered with a low groan that tore through the earth.

The city erupted in dust and smoke, and people screamed, but their shouts were completely drowned out by the crash of falling rocks and the tearing of the earth. Where the first Mage King had placed his Star-Iron Staff, the towers and palaces were swallowed whole by the gaping mouth of the ground. The city was reduced to rubble and debris, collapsing into a charred skeleton.

Flames shot up into the sky, and the city and its residents fell into bottomless darkness.

Destruction swept across the land, and the Icathians, Shurimans, and even the Ascended, all collapsed and ceased to exist. The walls collapsed, and the Void swallowed thousands of them, sending them to the cold, silent oblivion.

In an instant, Ikasia fell.

Saijax came to the huge pit left behind where the Void was summoned. All the Icathian mages and priests here had disappeared. No one had to guess that these mages who tried to control the Void had long been swallowed up by the Void.

Saijax looked at what was happening, and in despair he decided to commit suicide with a sword like Kohari did in old times.

But before he could end his life, he saw a torch staff in the ruins. He recognized it as the one he had seen in Saabra - the eternal flame burning on it could cause damage to the void.

The fire ignited Saijax's heart, and he took up the staff, leaving the ruins of his homeland behind, and took good care of "Icathia's last light" and the hope it represented.

In grief and shame, Saijax Kayo-Raines Koali Ikason abandoned his old name, and from that day on, he was just Jax.

(End of this chapter)