"Don't run!" Avery roared hoarsely.
Yet his subordinates still fled in all directions in a panic, like frightened mice. They fled just as wretchedly as they had arrived fiercely.
There was nothing to be done. The Iron Fist Gang was ultimately just a pack of domestic hounds raised by Piltover, having never experienced a true storm of blood.
These elite thugs claimed to be elites, but in reality, they were nothing more than running dogs who threw their weight around behind Avery on a daily basis, only knowing how to bully debt slaves and contract laborers.
Furthermore, reality was not a game after all, and even minions had their own thoughts.
When Viktor raised his hand to cast an E, casually clearing out a wave of minions, the remaining grunts were naturally "feared" by him.
"I said, don't run!"
Avery's figure flickered, blocking the deserters' path like a phantom.
Using his massive hand covered in Chemtech Armor, he casually lifted a fleeing subordinate—
Then, with a crack, he crushed the unlucky bastard's head single-handedly, like squeezing an egg.
"Think about your families!"
"If you run, heh... do you think they'll live?"
Avery's cold threat finally managed to halt his subordinates' fleeing steps.
Sadly, these words were not only meant for his subordinates but also for himself.
Avery knew that at this very moment, countless pairs of eyes must be watching him from the shadows. The big shots were all anticipating his performance.
If he fled without a fight, his younger brother and his family would all be buried alongside his cowardice.
"We have no way out!" Avery glared viciously at his men. "Drink the Shimmer right now—everyone, drink it!"
"Y-Yes..." The thugs pulled out their Shimmer Potions in terror and downed them in one gulp.
Weak-willed grunts could not handle this dosage of Shimmer.
The purple alchemical potion poured into their bodies, quickly merging with their blood and invading their brains, polluting their minds into a mass of unthinking flesh.
They lost their rationality, but they also lost the emotion of "fear."
"Phew..." Avery finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Including himself, there were ten Shimmer Warriors equipped with Turbo Chemtanks, plus dozens of Shimmer-crazed lunatics who feared neither pain nor death... This battle might still be winnable.
Just as Avery was thinking this, his targets finally stepped onto the battlefield to face him.
Walking out of the factory to meet the enemy were Levi, along with Vi, Viktor, Caitlyn, and Seraphine. Just these sparse five people.
But the moment Avery saw them, his eyelids twitched wildly. "Fuck!"
Levi was a difficult mage to deal with; he had known this for a long time.
He had also just witnessed exactly how lethal Viktor, this "robot," could be.
He had never seen Vi before, but the gauntlets glowing with Hextech blue light on the kid's hands clearly showed she was not to be trifled with.
Caitlyn was even more formidable.
This woman was a fairy who had descended from the heavens to experience mortal life. Not only did Avery not dare to attack her, but he also had to fucking look out for her, ensuring those mindless Shimmer lunatics didn't accidentally hurt this young lady.
As for Seraphine...
That made Avery even more afraid.
In Runeterra, one didn't fear enemies who were muscular brutes; one feared enemies who looked like frail children and women. Especially women dressed this beautifully.
What normal person would go to the battlefield with waist-length hair, wearing a princess dress and white silk stockings?
The fact that she dared to dress like this meant she was confident that even after a fight, her hairstyle wouldn't be messed up and her stockings wouldn't get dirty.
Not to mention, Seraphine was currently standing on her Hextech Mobile Stage, hovering in mid-air!
"Another mage!" Avery's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.
He suddenly realized that the two "flying people" he saw yesterday were probably not Levi flying, but Seraphine flying.
Fuck, the intel was wrong!
A full two mages—was this an enemy the Iron Fist Gang could handle?
"Brothers..." Avery was already in despair.
But since they were already here, he had no choice but to charge.
"Attack!" he roared in desperation.
The internal medicine pumps of his Chemtech Armor violently pierced his flesh, injecting even more Shimmer Potion into his body.
Avery's physical body was far stronger than an ordinary person's. His body could withstand more of the drug's potency, stimulating an even more terrifying potential. But at the same time, the excessive Shimmer Potion would also cause irreversible, permanent damage to his body.
This was a fighting style that traded life for life.
But Avery had no choice.
The bizarre purple blood frantically stimulated his muscles and strengthened his bones, squeezing power that didn't belong to him out of his flesh without any limits.
The Chemtech Armor known as the Turbo Chemtank perfectly bore this terrifying power, further amplifying and enhancing his strength.
"Le! Vi!" Avery roared as he charged forward.
He stomped fiercely on the ground, causing the earth to crack for several meters.
Using the massive repulsive force, his figure tore through the air like a cannonball fired from a barrel, shooting forward ferociously.
In almost an instant, the distance of over ten meters between the two sides was closed by Avery's leap.
His iron fist, covered beneath the Chemtech Armor and gleaming with a purple metallic luster, seemed ready to smash into Levi's face in the next second.
And Avery didn't even need to win. He just needed to be able to hit Levi and force him to take action.
However...
"Updraft!" Levi made his move.
A massive, dragon-like current of air suddenly rose from the ground.
But this airflow wasn't aimed at Avery, nor was it aimed at the Chemtech warriors and Shimmer lunatics behind him.
This updraft blew on Levi himself, as well as his four teammates.
In just a brief moment, Levi and the others rode the wind into the air, hovering steadily dozens of meters above the ground.
Avery missed his target. He whipped his head around to look:
Levi and his group were actually flying in the sky, and they weren't fucking coming down.
"Eh?" Vi, whose hands were itching for a fight, could not help but freeze slightly. "Levi, why did you bring us all up into the sky?"
"How am I supposed to fight them like this?"
"Fight? Why do you need to fight them in close combat?" Levi rubbed his forehead helplessly.
"Because I have Hextech gauntlets!"
"No, because you're an idiot!"
Levi remained steadily high in the air and pointed at the group of dumbfounded Iron Fist Gang fighters below.
"Look at these lunatics high on Shimmer. Can they reach us?"
Vi: "..."
"Viktor?" Levi looked at Viktor.
Viktor's "third hand" rotated leisurely and began to wildly fire lasers down from the sky.
As the lasers swept across, steel melted into molten iron, and flesh was severed in two. Even the concrete-covered ground was plowed into a deep, molten trench.
"Caitlyn." He then looked at Caitlyn.
Caitlyn immediately understood. Like a CS player exploiting a flying bug, she stood in the sky, raised her rifle, and aimed for headshots on the ground.
With every gunshot, a blood blossom bloomed on an enemy's head.
"Seraphine?" Levi asked with concern in his voice. "Are you alright?"
The lethal effect of Viktor's Death Ray was simply too terrifying. The bloody scene of people and vehicles being sliced in half with a single sweep had even frightened their own people.
Seraphine's face was still devoid of color, as if she were immersed in this shocking scene and unable to extricate herself.
"Do you want to go back and rest?" Levi asked caringly.
"N-No." Seraphine's face remained pale. But looking at the factory buildings surrounded by the Iron Fist Gang on the ground, she tried hard to overcome the intense nausea and discomfort.
"Everyone is still inside the venue and needs our protection."
"I can't leave the stage."
Saying this, Seraphine slowly closed her eyes, refusing to look at the tragic state of the enemies, and merely used her soul to sense their direction.
Then she began to sing softly. Every note she sang was condensed into a physical entity by magic, taking on a shape.
These materialized magical notes slowly swirled around her like orbiting asteroids. The notes grew more numerous and brighter.
Finally, Seraphine slightly raised her seemingly weak and slender finger, pointing at the enemies on the ground.
The magical notes poured down in response, like shooting stars, like a waterfall, like a surging flood, mercilessly drowning the enemies.
No matter how strong the physical stamina of the Iron Fist Gang's Shimmer Warriors was, they could only passively take a beating under this elegant spell.
They wanted to fight back, of course.
But Levi had carried the whole team, sending his teammates into the sky one by one, so they couldn't reach them at all.
Finally, Avery could endure it no longer.
He knew beforehand that Levi could fly, and it wasn't like he hadn't prepared for this situation.
"Brothers, bring out the rocket launchers!"
Avery cursed, wanting to engage in an exchange of firepower with Levi.
But he had clearly forgotten that Levi's ability wasn't flying, but controlling the wind and air currents.
Controlling air currents meant he could also use them to control many other things.
"Comparing firepower with me?" Levi chuckled.
As he spoke, a gust of wind swept out from the factory building.
The wind blew through the factory, bringing with it from inside...
Hundreds of guns.