The Butcher of Sargon (LoL x Arknight Fanfiction)

The moment the Caster used their Originium arts, Saria sensed it.

Originium arts capable of altering the weather must have been used by more than one person.

A War Caster?

How could Sargon have a War Caster?

No, Saria suddenly remembered something she had read in the library of her alma mater, Trimounts Institute of Technology.

Although the Sargon Empire had always been governed by a fragmented system of Pashas and tribal chiefs, it didn't mean Sargon lacked a king.

According to legend, Sargon had a golden city, possessing terrifying power that no nation should underestimate. It wasn't a mobile city, but its towering walls could withstand natural disasters.

The Emperor of Sargon had a guard of sandmen who were immortal, immune to any Originium arts, and capable of manipulating sand.

It was unlikely that the tribal chiefs controlled Sargon's sand guards. Were these sand guards merely passing through, or...

As Saria pondered, a girl with curled horns rushed towards them.

"Hey, big guy, I found you too! This time you won't escape!"

Holding an Anaty vendor who had come to collect his debt, Garde watched Carnelian run towards him and tossed the vendor aside.

Carnelian nimbly dodged.

Garde tilted his head: "Aren't you with him?"

"Who would be with him? I was just buying something over there."

Carnelian, without missing a beat, had the look of someone who had specifically come to deliver information.

"I tell you, I just discovered someone planning to harm you, so I came over to warn you. Now you owe me a favor!"

"You're a bit late with that."

Garde stepped forward and pulled Carnelian behind him. Dozens of sand blades collided with Garde, shattering as if hitting a solid wall.

"Because they've already arrived."

He looked up at the fully armed soldiers emerging from the artificially conjured sandstorm.

"Quite a few of them."

Garde turned to Saria.

"Iron Fist, are you going or should I?"

"Shut up, Crocodile Man, don't call me by that code name!"

Saria's mouth twitched. Fortunately, she wore a mask; otherwise, she would have been too embarrassed to face anyone.

She regretted letting Garde choose the code names. He had no talent for it whatsoever.

"I'll go."

Saria tightened the ribbon on her hands. They had come here intending to lure out the enemy, and even if the enemy hadn't come to them, they would have sought them out.

She hadn't expected that the Ibut Lord Ameer's confidence in cracking down on the underground market would come from the golden city, not from some unknown equipment.

The Ibut Lord Ameer likely didn't consider Rhine Lab a threat, but by cutting off Rhine Lab's supply lines, he had forced them into a desperate situation.

"Ha~"

Saria exhaled lightly, resolving not to use her Originium arts. If she were recognized, it would only worsen the already dire situation for Rhine Lab.

"Big guy, are you just going to let her handle this alone?"

Carnelian was unhappy about not managing to extract a favor from Garde. She gripped the longsword at her waist, glancing between Garde and Saria.

"If you ask me nicely, I might help her out."

"Oh, there's no need for that."

Garde waved his hand dismissively. He didn't think the enemies looked particularly strong; Saria should be enough to handle them. The real trouble lay elsewhere.

"Miss Carnelian, if you can take care of that guy over there, I'll teach you Columbian. How about that?"

Garde pointed to the source of the sandstorm in the distance.

"Deal!"

Without hesitation, Carnelian agreed. She noticed the person Garde pointed to was the one who had tried to chase her earlier. She had avoided a fight because it seemed troublesome, but now that terms were set...

"Let's skip the formalities and get straight to it!"

Carnelian drew her longsword, golden runes appearing on its blade. The runes extended from the sword, tracing a path up her arm to her chest and then spreading to her head and limbs. The golden patterns turned a glowing red, like molten iron, upon touching her skin.

In an instant, Carnelian's demeanor transformed drastically.

"If I remember correctly, this is a traditional spell from one of Sargon's hidden tribes."

Behind Garde, Elliot spoke calmly. With Garde nearby, he felt safe enough to analyze Carnelian's Originium arts.

Because he believed no one could harm him with Garde there.

"Storing power within the body and releasing it when needed."

Garde nodded in agreement.

"That's quite impressive."

This explained why Carnelian's attribute panel gave her a rating far above her original six attributes.

Originium arts were a method of using the energy within Originium to cast spells. Each art was like a mathematical formula, and the outcome depended on the formula's effectiveness.

The Originium culture of Terra had developed over countless years, with some hidden tribes mastering powerful arts beyond ordinary imagination.

Sometimes, a few powerful Originium arts could be the key to turning the tide in battle. Suppressing her power most of the time, Carnelian now seemed to reveal her true nature, a wild smile spreading across her face.

"Big guy, don't go back on your word once I take care of that guy!"

"Yes, yes, just hurry up. Iron Fist is almost done with the enemies."

"So soon!?"

Carnelian glanced toward Saria, just in time to see her slamming a soldier's face into the ground. Saria hadn't used any Originium arts from start to finish.

"Not bad, but I won't lose!"

With that, Carnelian's body moved like lightning, slicing through the sandstorm toward the distant Caster. Her speed and agility made it impossible to label her as ordinary.

"Almost as fast as Gavial."

Garde muttered, watching Carnelian dodge several attacks from the Caster. Within just a few breaths, she was in front of her enemy.

"Die!"

Though there was no personal grudge, a deal was a deal, and Carnelian had no reason to hold back. As her sword was about to strike the Caster, he lifted his head, revealing a sand-covered face.

"Mother Tree of the Devourers, do you intend to defy the emperor's will?"

"!!!"

Carnelian's sword passed through the Caster, and before she could react, his body disintegrated into a sea of sand, surging toward her. Just as she was about to be engulfed, a large machete cleaved the sand in half.

A strong hand pulled Carnelian back, while another hand pressed down on the sand Caster, forcefully. The Caster reformed, looking at Garde in shock

"Ho–How could you hit me?"

Garde was equally astonished.

"You're... Azir's sand soldier!?"

Garde asked, emphasizing each word.

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