"How is the equipment signal debugging going?"
Walking toward the center of the venue, Faen asked Silco while they moved.
Although there were only three days, for Zaun, laying some lines was not a difficult task—Zaun and Piltover had long mastered the relevant technology. The reason it hadn't been popularized was mainly due to the high cost.
Back in Ionia, Faen had more than once wondered why Runeterra couldn't implement technologies like radio. Upon arriving in Zaun, he gradually understood the reason—it actually existed, but it required magical crystals as an energy source, such as Hextech crystals, magic essences, or Shimmer. Secondly, it required specialized mages for maintenance. Ordinary people simply couldn't afford it.
The non-magical science and technology from Faen's previous life wouldn't work in Runeterra—likely because magic truly existed here, and the rules and laws of the material realm were completely different. After all, here, E does not necessarily equal mc². Even the material and spirit realms themselves had fallen out of balance.
For this reason, Silco had specifically hired a group of underground mages to be responsible for the maintenance of the live broadcast signal this time.
Also, thanks to the uniqueness of this world, unless Piltover delved deep into Zaun to directly destroy the rituals of these mages, it would be extremely difficult to cut off the live broadcast.
Especially when caught completely unprepared, according to the estimates of Silco and others, by the time the Piltover Council hired relevant mages and initiated a magical counter-offensive, it would be at least an hour and a half later.
And an hour and a half...
Stepping onto the stage, Faen clapped his hands. Through the microphone, his booming voice linked with the loudspeakers on the airships, soon spreading across the nearby waters and the entire land area of Piltover.
Through the domed glass of the weapons workshop, Jayce and the others quickly noticed the anomaly in the sky. Having waited for a long time, Viktor also looked at the sky with expectant eyes, waiting for the preparations Faen had made for today.
"Good afternoon, Piltover! I am Faen from Ionia!" With a voice filled with cheerful laughter, Faen waved his hand and said: "The current time is 11:52:32 AM. There are only 10, 9, 8 seconds left until the deadline I gave for surrendering all the Chem-Barons."
The countdown was peaceful. Under the watchful eyes of the people, until Faen reached the last number, the Piltover front didn't make a sound. Faen was not surprised by this, and he prepared to say something with a smile. But just as Faen opened his mouth, the Piltover defensive line not far away suddenly parted, and a woman walked out slowly.
This caused Faen, who had intended to speak, to close his mouth and turn his gaze toward the middle-aged woman who had stepped onto Zaun territory.
"Mother?" In the distance, Caitlyn widened her eyes in disbelief, unable to believe her mother would appear on such an occasion.
Unaware that Caitlyn had already seen her, Mrs. Cassandra Kiramman simply looked at Faen and said: "Stop this, Faen. I've heard Vi talk about you, but what Piltover represents is far more terrifying than you imagine. Your stubbornness will only lead all of this into irrecoverable disaster and grief."
Hearing this, looking at the admonition in Cassandra's eyes, Faen was silent for a moment before shaking his head with a touch of boredom: "Boring—alright! Let's get back to the main topic!"
Cassandra seemed to want to say more. But regarding this "old cupcake," Faen had no interest. More importantly, he knew clearly that Caitlyn's mother was the ultimate "Pro Max" enhanced version of Caitlyn in terms of schemes and intrigue. As one of the three auditors of the Kiramman family, her head was full of political maneuvers; she was a political creature in the literal sense.
Toward this kind of person who regarded rules as laws and liked to use "reasoning" to make enemies submit regardless of the foe, Faen had nothing to say.
Mainly, Faen was better at "physics" than reasoning. Rather than listening to her nagging here, it was better to let her understand why the current Caitlyn was so well-behaved.
He waved his hand. Seeing this, Cassandra seemed to want to say more, but the guards nearby quickly escorted her away. Subsequently, Faen spoke loudly with a calm expression:
"Everyone should have seen what just happened—though it is tragic, the councilors of Piltover have indeed rejected my proposal! Although my heart is filled with unwillingness and reluctance, I have no choice but to announce here that the reconciliation program between Zaun and Piltover is canceled ahead of schedule due to force majeure! And what is about to be staged next is—"
Raising a finger, Faen's face was full of excitement as he said: "Public Execution!!"
The corners of his mouth split into a cheerful arc. Faen held up three fingers and said: "During the Zaunite Spring—oh, the 'Zaun Riot' in your words—three Chem-Barons escaped Zaun through advanced information! And now, they are hiding in the Blue Harbor Estate in the Upper Levels of Piltover! Come on, let's see how long it takes for me to catch them one by one and kill them!"
By the time he finished speaking, Faen's face was filled with undisguised laughter.
Hearing this sentence from Faen, let alone ordinary people, even Viktor, who was waiting for the situation to turn around, froze on the spot involuntarily, falling into a daze.
And Jayce... Jayce didn't even mock him immediately. Instead, he stared at the live broadcast on the airship with a face full of suspicion, picking at his ear and saying: "Did... did I hear that wrong?"
To this, no one answered, because in the next moment, Faen looked at the crowd ahead after a simple warm-up.
As a performance, Faen felt it was necessary to let the lords of Piltover realize in the simplest way what the essence of power truly was. And why Piltover could wantonly exploit and bleed Zaun from above—ultimately, it was never because of civilization, advancement, or progress. It was simply relying on more resources to buy more allies and possessing more powerful violence.
"So, let us prepare."
Faen said softly. The smile on his face gradually dimmed, but not a single person felt relaxed in that instant. Quite the opposite; almost everyone present clearly felt a massive pressure. A cold and distorted laughter filled the air. This incompatible cheerfulness invaded the spirit of every Piltovian through the spiritual realm of Faen and Janna—but they didn't know why, only feeling that with Faen's sentence of preparation, the entire atmosphere had changed.
This change in atmosphere was very abrupt. Although people didn't know why, they all felt it. But while they were still puzzled, in the Mid-Level Plaza, a strong turbulence suddenly swept through the originally silent, windless square.
It was only then that people remembered something was wrong with the Twin Cities today—as a port city, there had been almost no wind blowing today. The stagnant air meant even the fluttering flags were unable to show their full forms, only hanging limply on the poles as sailors complained and waited for good sailing weather.
And now, almost without any sign, surging wind currents swirled around Faen's body, forming a clear trajectory that even a child could capture with the naked eye.
"Let the celebration begin!"
As the last word fell, the corners of Faen's mouth were torn apart by a grin.
To obtain enough energy to tear through space, Faen pulled the two "Chosen" girls into his arms in full view of everyone. At the center of the stage overlooking the Twin Cities, he unreservedly displayed the ultimate greed of being the host of a primordial demon. Faen's "baguette," which had swollen to an incredible size due to extreme excitement, was now like a red-hot iron pillar, with ferocious dark blue veins throbbing under the Hextech lights.
"Ngh... Faen, no, the whole city's projection is watching..." Zeri's beautiful eyes lost focus, yet she instinctively straddled Faen's solid thighs. Faen showed no mercy; his large hands dead-locked her slender waist, gripping the massive glans and driving it directly into her flower house, which was already red, swollen, and still filled with last night's white turbidity. With a "squelch," the scorching giant object impaled the muddiness like a steel drill, smashing straight through to her tender cervix.
On the other side, Seraphine was forcibly lifted by several streams of warm water, her slender legs wrapped in shredded tights trembling violently in the air. Faen maliciously manipulated the "Mark of the Chosen" within her, making this Piltie idol fall into an uncontrolled physiological collapse in front of the whole world.
"Ahhhhh—! I'm... I'm going to break! This feeling..." Seraphine arched her snow-white neck and screamed. The resonance of pleasure, which felt as if she were being impaled by Faen across the distance, caused her entire body to erupt in a massive amount of love juices. The sticky liquid mixed with spiritual fragments, dripping pattering onto the stage along the roots of her thighs.
Faen let out a mad laugh amidst this double feedback of ultimate bliss. His hips thrashed frantically like a heavy pile-driver at full power. Every heavy immersion brought out a large amount of stringy red and white fluid. In this sacrilegious feast of carnal lust, Faen felt the energy within his body skyrocketing exponentially. With a final, ruthless deep thrust, he filled Zeri's flower house to the brim with scalding, thick cum like a high-pressure water cannon, the overflowing essence splashing constantly along the point of their union.
Immediately after, on Faen's right arm, the Storm Mark and the Joy Mark flared with light simultaneously. The moisture in the air was instantly stripped away, converging along the wind's trajectory around Faen's body to form a pale blue, semi-transparent water sphere that encased him entirely. A tempest rose from the ground, the howling storm circling the water sphere, while pushing it to rotate at an incredible speed, it was also breaking the atmospheric resistance in front of Faen.
This was the biggest difference between Faen and Zeri—Zeri gained the ability to levitate, glide, and reduce atmospheric friction through the power of the Chosen. For Faen, ignoring wind resistance was just one of the most basic abilities.
Then, accompanied by a sonic boom, Faen charged out like an afterimage. The expanding shockwave collapsed the entire stage. At the very center of the Mid-Level Plaza, almost everyone could clearly see a trail of sonic boom remnants where Faen had once stood and subsequently floated!
Blocking Faen's path, the Enforcer units that had been reinforced through various fortifications didn't even have time to react before being directly penetrated in the blink of an eye.
The fortified wall that could block the entire Zaunite riot from impacting Piltover was directly smashed through and shattered in a brutal manner. First a gap appeared, then as Faen's figure receded, the surging force caused the temporary fortifications to be covered in a web of dense cracks. Before the Enforcers could regain their senses, the shockwave generated by high-speed flight followed.
The defensive fortifications, which had already produced massive cracks and been severely damaged under Faen's impact, could not possibly withstand this level of shock damage. Almost visibly, the solid walls expanded violently under the storm's impact, then spread along the already cracked textures, flying wantonly like grenade shrapnel!