"I won't!!" The supervisor stiffened his neck and responded: "My son, my wife died because of the Gray! Damn Silco, you are all traitors of Zau—"
Before the supervisor could finish, another subordinate of Baron Renni grabbed the supervisor by the neck and threw him aside, sneering:
"Why talk nonsense with him? Just kill these bottom-feeding scums early and be done with it!"
While speaking, the supervisor directly opened the abandoned sewage pipeline storing the Gray.
Coldly watching the actions of the supervisor under Renni, Sevika didn't stop them, her eyes full of indifference.
Actually, Renni's supervisor was also carefully watching Sevika behind him, confirming whether Sevika was really executing Silco's orders. But after finding Sevika had no reaction at all, the supervisor gradually relaxed. Then, a trace of incredulity rose in his heart—Silco actually agreed to the Gray offensive?
Ha, doesn't matter. All crows under heaven are equally black. After witnessing Piltover's power with his own eyes, surrendering was only a matter of time. Rather, Silco persisting until now was already pretty good. Unlike my boss, who decided to become a partner and black glove of merchant families just three days after witnessing Piltover's power.
Thinking this, the supervisor pressed the button. Immediately after, the sound of steel opening and closing came from the pipeline nearby. Accompanied by a rumbling hum, a large amount of thick black-gray mist, occasionally flashing with magical glimmer, formed dark clouds covering down from the middle level of Zaun along the opened pipeline.
Located at the lower level, looking up from below, even though expected, Zeri still felt a burst of oppression in her chest.
Gray fell from a large number of sewage pipelines. Upon contact with the air, the pouring Gray mixed with environmental chemical pollution at an alarming speed. One by one, the once-sealed sewage pipelines were like ink-black wounds cracking open on this land.
The mist crushed by viruses was no longer simple toxic fog; they condensed into viscous liquid waterfalls, pouring down wrapped with gravel and various waste falling from high levels.
The first to be affected by the Gray were not even the warriors of the Wind of Change, but those chemical thugs fighting with the Wind of Change and occupying the upward path of the Zaun Undercity.
In confusion, these thugs looked up at the sky. So the upturned faces of these thugs dissolved first, skin bubbling with blood in the emerald slurry, collapsing into dried white bones section by section like candles.
"No, this isn't Gray!" Noticing something wrong, a flash of solemnity passed through Sevika's eyes: "Gray isn't this kind of thing! What exactly is stored in the waste gas pipeline?!"
Hearing Sevika's words through the communicator, Silco also narrowed his eyes dangerously looking at everyone beside him.
To this, Renni's face was full of casualness. Playing with the long nails on her artificial body, her voice was full of indifference:
"How would I know what that stuff is? More than ten years have passed; what a pity to use it only for holding Gray? So I threw other chemical waste in to store together... Don't look at me like that, Silco. Everyone does this."
Hearing Renni's words, Silco's face didn't show any extra expression, just tapping his fingers and saying calmly: "Then you'd better pray all this is useful."
Just as Silco spoke, the liquid water mist formed by the Gray approached the Zaun Undercity more and more. Some slightly taller buildings emitted twisted wails in this chemical acid rain.
Stone spires were corroded into honeycomb-like holes by chemical poison fog at a speed visible to the naked eye. Iron window frames twisted constantly, either becoming brittle under the action of magic or turning into high-temperature red-hot streams flowing windingly along wall cracks under the action of magic.
Visibly, the entire street leading to the upper level of Zaun was peeling. Scorched black fragments rolled up on the bluestone pavement. Whether warriors of the Wind of Change or chemical thugs under Chem-Barons, they all felt intense pain from body to soul the first moment they touched it.
In the end, the chemical thugs collapsed. Because the Gray had already rushed towards their troops clinging to the ground.
These toxic fogs, bred by countless chemical wastes, strong pollutants, and defective Hextech Crystals constantly merging and fermenting for decades like raising venomous insects, produced powerful destructive power that made even Faen look sideways slightly.
They drilled into the gaps of chem-tech prosthetics, seeping into the human body from eye sockets, teeth gaps, and skin. Everyone touched reacted differently. Some mutated into a mass of flesh and blood, some corroded into a dry skeleton, and some even knelt on the ground scratching their throats, a large number of green hyphae stimulated by wild life energy spraying out from between fingers.
Nothing happening in Zaun could escape Janna's eyes. Ubiquitous wind, rain, and cyan birds let Faen know the terrible destructive power of these Grays early on. But even so, seeing it with his own eyes, even Faen had to marvel at what terrible poison this land of Zaun bred after destructive development.
At the same time, many associations appeared in Faen's mind—in the Ionian War, the turning point of Riven's fate lay in transporting a batch of Zaun chemical weapons. Finally, due to an attack, the poison lost control, causing life in the battlefield area to be cut off, barren of grass.
Before, Faen wondered what kind of chemical weapon could cause irreversible permanent damage to a place like Ionia, a land of all spirits full of hidden talents and endless vitality.
Looking at it now... he still underestimated Zaun's technology and ruthlessness.
They really know how to raise venomous insects.
While thinking, Faen's movements didn't pause at all. At the moment when people panicked, looking at the oncoming Gray not knowing where to hide, a wisp of wind blade cut open the iron filings and dust floating in the air along with the falling Gray.
"After the storm, hope your repentance will be more than the rubble."
Although saying this, honestly, Faen didn't think those guys would have any repentance—regret was more like it.
Accompanied by the lighting up of the Storm Mark on the back of Faen's hand, Faen's eyes were also dyed with a layer of pale cyan majesty.
Located in the spirit realm, sensing Faen's will, Janna didn't pause at all. White gauze covering her body danced wildly. Following Faen's escaping magic power, a translucent phantom appeared behind Faen. Arms wrapped around, eyes without any emotion full of balance, as if Faen's tool or weapon.
And at the moment Janna appeared, Faen's body also turned into a white rainbow. The originally oppressive Zaun Undercity roared violently at this instant. Tornadoes exploded from street corners of Zaun without warning, azure-white cyclones tearing apart the road surface paved with waste materials and rocks.
That wasn't wind—everyone realized in this instant. That was absolutely not wind, but a storm of ten million high-speed rotating blades. Every wisp of wind flow within was the Zaunites' inner desire for the future, the most realistic unwillingness, and the roar against Chem-Barons.
The power of the spirit realm completed further connection under Ashlesh's concept, forming tangible energy in the spirit realm and turning into part of the storm in the material realm submerging into it.
Draped in storms, Faen's figure cut into the hinterland of the Gray accompanied by howling gales. Toxic particles visible to the naked eye stagnated in the surging torrent, like poisonous insects pinned in amber. Energy from the spirit realm washed the magical waste within into useless dust in a way that could be called rude.
But even so, the Gray in front was too massive. In just a few breaths, accompanied by constantly rising pressure, Faen realized this couldn't last.
Without any hesitation, Faen raised his arm again. Accompanied by Ashlesh's seven-handed sigil lighting up, the pressure Faen felt was all converted into uncontrollable ecstasy surging from the bottom of his heart at this instant.
"Raging waves roll back, come add a stroke to our masterpiece!"
Accompanied by a low growl, a twisted smile appeared on Faen's face. Amidst ecstasy, feeling the joy in Faen's heart under the effect of the contract, a trace of excitement appeared in Janna's eyes. A moment later—Rumble rumble rumble!!
Accompanied by the essence of the primal demon beginning to take effect, the already surging storm suddenly expanded several times. Sturdy steel emitted piercing wails. Suspended in the center of the storm eye, burning azure blue flowed from Faen's hair tips.
Waving his arm like slashing a sword, surging flowing water condensed from the atmosphere, extracted from underground. Flying from all directions, the toxic fog of the entire street began to collapse constantly, condensing into an ink-black vortex.
Without any pause, Faen drove the gale to condense the Gray, controlling the flowing water to accelerate formation. Coming to the water mass wrapping the toxic fog, looking at the Chem-Baron position showing horror, he kicked violently.
Storm and flowing water pushed simultaneously. The constantly swirling toxic water ball turned into an afterimage breaking through the air in an instant. Falling into the position, continuous sounds of bone shattering made people feel toothache and trembling.
Unaffected by air resistance under Janna's blessing, toxic particles swirling constantly to supersonic speed inside the toxic water ball penetrated armor easily.
Let alone those big-headed soldiers charging at the front, even the black robes on the spellcasters standing behind watching were torn into blood-soaked strips in this instant.
Towers began to collapse, not destroyed, but foundations washed away by exploding water flow, then uprooted by the howling gale. Bombarding into the fleeing crowd wrapped with gravel and venom.
Faen's pupils shone like thunderstorms. He overlapped his hands pressing down, and toxic waves five meters high suddenly rose from the surface of the entire battlefield—without any intention of stopping, determining coordinates through Silco's Storm Mark, Faen rode the howling giant waves climbing towards the top of Zaun!