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A woman's voice sounded in Swain's room.

"You really don't panic at all."

Swain looked in the mirror at the red-haired woman with a long, narrow scar on her left eye, and said lightly, "You're not an idiot, and neither am I. Caterina du Quecao isn't someone who can do anything on the street. assassin."

Katerina nodded frankly: "You are right, my purpose is indeed not your life."

"Say something."

"Darkwill is probably crazy."

This incident didn't surprise Swain too much, he actually expected it - last time, when he saw the man. Darkwill, who was famous for his bravery in his youth, has become a fat, big-bellied man whose stomach is fifteen minutes before he enters the door. The same is true of those originally strong arms, and now I am afraid they can only hold a wine glass.

"Tell me." Swain lowered his head and began to hang the medal on the left side of his chest.

"Immortal Fortress has been under total martial law since a week ago, and even the underground rats that they have raised have been completely banned from going out. People are forced to stay at home, food is rationed, and three days ago, even the streets Soldiers on patrol have been canceled. Even patrols in the palace have been reduced to groups of three."

As she spoke, unspeakable fear began to appear in her eyes. Swain saw her expression, and his heart froze - what can make a well-trained senior assassin scare like this? You must know that Katarina was raised as an assassin since she was a child, and this matter is even considered an open secret among the high-level empires.

Katerina whispered: "So I went to talk to my father... Although I no longer have allegiance to him, there are things I need to get information from him. But when I got home, I saw There is only one living bone."

"Can you imagine that scene? Lord Swain... all his skin and flesh are gone, and there are empty bones under his clothes, except for that face that is still covered with a thin layer of skin ...but he has no eyes, I only see two faint blue lights."

Necromancy?

Swain frowned, no, no. Although Du Kekao was the scumbag of Darkwill, he was not an idiot, and there was no reason to voluntarily become a skeleton. What's more, if he joined the Black Rose Association, they would have a much better way to give people a long life.

Thinking of this, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

A swarm of parasites...

Katerina's narration continues: "He found me,

Wanted to make me like him...and said it was a gift from the Pale Lady, her kindness, a means of fighting an approaching threat. I was about to run away, and turned my head to find Talon, also skeletonized, and my sister. "

Swain's hand that was as steady as Mount Tai trembled slightly at this time, and even the shadow of the blade was transformed into an undead?

"Is he willing too?"

"Judging from his stupid loyalty to my father, it must be voluntary."

"He didn't try to stop you?"

"After becoming an undead, his actions were very slow."

"Have you been to the palace?"

"I only dare to observe it in the outer layer. There is a strong magical atmosphere there. I feel unbearable just getting close."

"What about the garrison in the city?"

"Either missing or dispatched. Your army is the first to return to the Immortal Citadel in months."

In a few words, Swain had already made a rough guess about the current situation of the Immortal Fortress, and he asked in a low voice: "Have you left Noxus in recent months?"

"No, my lord."

"So, have you seen those nobles?"

"Haven't seen them since a week ago, the arena, the casino, the brothel, they've never been there."

Swain finally turned around, he still didn't understand the context of the matter. After all, he is not a god, and there is no way to infer the original appearance of things with only these clues, but Katerina mentioned a point in time, a week ago.

From a week ago, the immortal fortress began to be under martial law, and at the same time, the nobles disappeared, all disappeared.

And a week ago... it happened to be the day that the icy golden sun completely resurrected General Shane.

"Well, Katarina, it looks like you've been fighting with me for a while, which is really strange. If you count this time, it's the third time you've tried to kill me."

The female assassin knelt down and said, "Yes, my lord. The first time was because of General Duke Kao's orders, and the second time was because you were stigmatized as a traitor."

Swain sighed: "Stand up, go to the 'Blood and Fire' tavern in the city, you should know the way. My cron Mars is there, tell him to return immediately." After speaking, he threw it to Carter Linna had a short knife, the female assassin took the short knife, nodded, and then disappeared in place, leaving only a dagger.

Swain tore off his coat and threw all the military medals on the table. Then he picked up his long sword leaning against the wall and walked out the door.

Sean was sitting right in front of the barracks gate. His mountain-like body was much taller than others even when he was sitting. Few dared to approach him, and could not approach him. Most returned to their tents to rest, and only a lucky few stood guard to watch the first-generation Noxian Hand from time to time in between.

"General!"

Swain's shout made him look up, and when he saw Swain with a weapon, he grinned: "I remember, you said you were going to see the emperor."

"The plan has changed, General." Swain nodded at him, then summoned a soldier and said to him: "Be on guard, no one is allowed to leave the barracks, even entering. Mars may come back later, let him Show my dagger and let him in, get it? He's probably bringing a red-haired woman with her, she can be trusted, but just be careful."

"Understood, my lord." The soldier didn't ask why, he quickly passed on the order, from the open space in the middle of the military camp to the resting tent, the rustling sound quickly sounded, mixed with wearing The sound of weapons and crossbows being wound. It didn't take long for the dark posts to fill the entire barracks.

Having done all this, Swain walked to Thane. The giant didn't move. He sat lazily on the ground and tapped the hideous steel chin with his thick fingers. The crown of Jarvan I was originally made of gold, but after being washed away by time, it was baptized by witchcraft, and at this time it had already turned into pure black steel.

"How?" Sean asked.

Swain gloomily reiterated the information and his own guesses. Sean nodded thoughtfully, and then asked, "How credible is that woman's words?"

"At least eight points, General. She's been a true Noxian since she refused to serve her father again."

Hearing this, Sean stood up. Some people are like this. They don't need to make big moves, and they don't need to deliberately make a fierce look to intimidate others. Just simply moving their bodies will make people feel a great sense of oppression.

As he moved his shoulders, he grinned: "So, are we going to kill now?"

"It's hard to tell if they're still human, General."

Sean sneered and said no more.

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shame.

It's a shame to survive in this form.

Vladimir thought so, he was in the form of a pool of blood among the dead at this time, without attracting any attention, for him, this matter was almost unbearable.

But he has to endure.

He heard a hoarse and vicious voice hovering in the hall full of dead people: "How long do we need?"

"Soon...just a little bit before my lord will come." Another voice also replied with malicious intent.

If Vladimir still had a face, he would frown deeply, with the noblest bearing, to express the purest contempt and insult to the masters of these two voices, but his form at this time is more than theirs, no, They are also lowly.

As the two creatures gradually moved away, the blood began to boil, and in the gurgling sound, Vladimir stood up.

The ancient blood magic from the darklings was refined in his hands, and now, he has been able to transform himself between humans and blood at will. This ability has helped him a lot in the days of the collapse of the Shurima dynasty and the rise of the Darkspawn, and it has even helped him survive to this day.

Yes, Vladimir, aka Blood Prince, Scarlet Reaper. Few people know his true identity, he is one of Noxus' oldest mysteries, and with the pale lady, he founded the Black Rose Society. Played with countless mortal heroes, nobles, and mages in the applause. But hunting wild geese all day long will always be pecked in the eye by geese.

Vladimir never let his guard down on the woman, but her betrayal came too quickly. Vladimir, who was planning another murder with the new identity of a young nobleman, was caught off guard. Before he even had time to kill the girl he had chosen by default, a group of monsters took the lead.

What the hell happened, LeBlanc?

Vladimir, who looked more like a monster than a so-called prince, thought gloomily. He was dressed in red, his skin was completely pale, and he could even see the blood vessels below. Despite his handsome face, that dark temperament ruined everything.

He looked down at the corpses beside him. For the past two days, he had been staying under these corpses, using them as cover. Vladimir immediately recognized the identities of these corpses. They were all diehards in the upper echelons of the empire, and they were quite related to that Swain. A bunch of idiots who believe in the so-called Noxian spirit...

Thinking of this, he sneered at the corners of his mouth - the so-called Noxus was just a toy for him and LeBlanc in their spare time, and the establishment of this empire was even due to a conspiracy of that witch. They still claim to have noble courage and faith... how ridiculous?

Seeing that those people were dying, Vladimir stepped forward and closed his eyes for them one by one. He smiled and thought, good people don't always live long, especially idiots like you.

He would not admit that he was actually such a person when he fought under the Darkin.

The Scarlet Reaper's legs turned into a pool of blood, and he walked silently through the hall. Avoiding the Emperor of the Empire - the former Emperor of the Empire, Darkwill's throne, came to a hidden corner. He knows everything here, and this secret passage was also built by him. If he is lucky enough, then...

Maybe LeBlanc's watch hasn't had time to discover it. In the past, the two of them regarded each other's calculations as a kind of fun, but now that she has a new master, she also wants to make herself look like a ghost. Vladimir also thinks that he doesn't need to treat her as a high-level toy anymore.

but the enemy.

He stretched out his fingers, fumbled over the bricks, and stopped in a place that was no different from the rest. The blood magic that belonged to him turned his fingers into sharp needles of blood, which pierced into the cracks of the bricks. Then it filled the front wall, and there was a slight turning sound. The magic he left behind was not lifted.

Vladimir breathed a sigh of relief, the wall twisted a little into an arch, and returned to its original shape after he entered. He was walking in this dark passage that had not been used for at least three hundred years, and the rotten air did not make him feel uncomfortable at all. After all, he didn't need something like oxygen for a long time.

must get out of here. This secret passage can lead directly to the outside of the palace. As long as he leaves the immortal fortress, he will still have a way to reverse the situation. However, a question was always circling in his heart.

Noxus was founded because LeBlanc intended to use this immortal fortress as a point of seal suppression. As the capital of Noxus, few Noxians know that there is a great secret buried deep in the ground of the Immortal Fortress. So big that it even requires LeBlanc's uninterrupted reinforcement magic for thousands of years.

She did this, isn't she afraid that the tyrant will come back?

Despite all the doubts, Vladimir's speed is not slow at all. He walked quickly through this dark and lightless corridor, but because the palace was so big. It would be a while before he could leave safely.

Vladimir wasn't going to see what the hell the watch was up to—he had completely forgotten about it since seeing her new form. Otherwise, why do you think he turned into a pool of blood and hid in the corpse for two days? Recalling her gesture, Vladimir actually felt a surge of desire.

Shit, what a hell. She clearly turned into a purple monster, but how could I find her attractive?

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Shane still didn't wear armor. If he didn't ask those craftsmen, he could not find a pair of armor that could fit him in the entire empire. Even Darius' lieutenant, Captain Farong, is also known for his unusual physique. But it's still too difficult to compare with Sean.

He was holding a giant axe in each of his hands that ordinary people need both hands to hold, and just like that, he even thought the axe wasn't big enough. Compared with Swain, he is much more normal. He is dressed in black leather armor and has a long sword hanging around his waist.

Sean's footsteps were very heavy, but neither of them thought about hiding their whereabouts. After all, they were there to kill.

"What kind of person is this Du Kekao you're talking about?" Sean asked.

Swain pondered for a while, and they turned a corner, not far from Duke Kaor's house: "Cold and ruthless. The union with his wife was because of the magical power of the other. He has two daughters, The eldest daughter, Katarina, showed her talent for magic since she was a child, and could have become a mage, but he was only used as a tool to cultivate it."

"The second daughter has no magical talent, so he used it as a tool for political marriage in the future."

"And his most capable subordinate, one of the empire's blade martial masters, Tai Long. This man is willing to be used by him as a tool."

"Is he loyal to the Empire?" Shane asked again.

"Hard to say."

Shane snorted coldly, and not too far away, a magnificent manor appeared in front of them. A tall black wall enveloped it, and Swain could see through the iron gate to the fountain, the sculptures, and the hedge maze that he knew would cost a lot of money to build.

"As an incompetent emperor's lackey, he can enjoy it quite a bit." Said said coldly.

Swain stood watching for a while. He said, "I don't see any servants, gardeners, maids. Not even the horses in his stable."

The cold wind blew through the street, the surrounding silence was terrifying, and a strange atmosphere began to spread. Shane raised the axe in his right hand and slashed it down sharply. With a loud noise, the sturdy iron door was instantly split into twisted scrap iron.

Afterwards, Sion kicked on it, his huge force made the twisted scrap iron rise into the air with a terrible sound and speed, crossed an arc in mid-air, and smashed into the main house of the Duke Kao family. Above the oak gate. Smoke and dust overflowed.

"Since we're here to kill... don't worry about that, Swain. Besides, they don't have to be human—am I right, ribs?"

The first half of Sein's sentence was originally very calm, but when he said the latter, he had already laughed wickedly.

A cloaked...thing slowly appeared in front of them.

Swain drew his sword, and in addition to disgust, there was an indescribable complex emotion on his face: "Look at yourself, Tyrone."

The monster called Talon spoke slowly, and the cold wind blew through its empty ribs, echoing between the bones. It said: "Long time no see, Lord Swain. And you, General Thane."

"You are Tai Long? Master of Blade Martial Arts? I heard that only three people in the empire have this title. Are you good at martial arts?" Sain asked with a grin.

A grim smile appeared on the wrinkled face of the thing: "Not now, General. The skills I have carved into my muscles have been stripped away, and aside from knowing how to hold a sword, I am no longer worthy of this title."

"What did Duke Kao do to you?"

"It wasn't what he did to me... Lord Swain, what you should be asking is—"

What used to be Tyrone disappeared in place, and its figure appeared behind Swain inexplicably, and at the same time, its second half sentence just said: "—She turned us into something. "

"clang!"

A sound of gold and iron intersecting came.

With the agility that definitely didn't match his reminder, Sion blocked Talon's dagger that appeared from the shadows at the last minute. What kind of strength is, but now, you have become like this, you are really weak and pitiful."

The thing was not angry, it shook its head, tore off its own face and threw it on the ground. Two blue flames burned quietly in the eye sockets. Suddenly, it dropped the dagger in its hand.

"You are quite right, General. But I must be faithful."

"I swear allegiance to General Duke Kaor, and this oath is as unbreakable as a stone. Therefore, even if he falls into the dark side, I will follow him to the end."

"Then you should pick up your dagger, Assassin," Said said seemingly indifferently.

And Tyrone's narration continued, as if he had a little bit of humanity again: "But I'm a Noxian - please do it, General Shane. While I can retain my consciousness."

Before Shane could swing his axe, Swain took the lead. The long sword in his hand chopped off Tyrone's head. The skeleton head rolled on the ground before being crushed by Swain's foot.

Sean noticed that his face was so gloomy at this time.

"It's getting more and more complicated," he said, and Sean made no comment about it, he just smiled dismissively.

They came to the main house. At this time, due to the brute force bombardment of this splendid building, the main entrance had become tattered, and even the hall on the first floor and half of the reception room were in a mess.

Not choosing to enter, Swain nodded to Sion, who grinned again, raised the giant axe in his hand and swung it.

The scene is shocking - a giant wielding a weapon, tirelessly destroying another equally huge building. Swain stood by, his face expressionless, no one knew what he was thinking.

Moments later, the Duke Kao house completely collapsed.

"Looks like he's not in there."

Looking at the ruins he created with his own hands, Sain, who was somewhat content, glanced at the axe blades and said lightly after noticing that they were still sharp.

"If he's not here, there's only one place."

Swain turned his head and stared at the towering palace not far away, feeling helpless for the first time - damn, what the hell happened to the empire?

Just when he was upset, a purple light burst out from the top of the palace, and the evil energy quickly spread to the entire immortal fortress with the palace as the center. Countless screams came one after another, accompanied by people's screams and weird moans, and under the lavender sky, the corners of Swain's eyes twitched.

at the same time.

Ionia.

Astarte, who was sitting in the Mage He Shenyan's tower and looking at a book specially enlarged for him by the Mage, suddenly found that his vision began to blur, and an indescribable pressure began to spread in his heart. A voice resembling a father, but with a voice that could not hide his exhaustion, sounded in his mind.

"Cronos—"

"They're coming!"

"Is that you? The Emperor?" Kronos became excited, which was undoubtedly a revelation. How could he be able to accept the emperor's revelation once again!

But the Emperor's voice began to become a little fuzzy and distorted: "Demon...invasion...you must...help...the mortals!"

"Demon? Where?"

Astarte immediately put aside his excitement and that sense of glory, he wished to kill all those warp bastards now.

However, the Emperor did not respond to him again.

Instead, a soft and melodious voice reminiscent of countless beautiful notes began to circle in his mind. His temples began to feel abnormally swollen, and all kinds of visions began to spread in his mind. Astartes immediately began to meditate on prayers to the Emperor. Facing them, an Astarte was no different from a mortal.

Faced with them, they all had only one armor and one weapon: loyalty to the Emperor.

Kronos tried his best to silence her, but he just couldn't.

He could still hear her voice, reminiscent of the pleasure of the woman between the beds, with unparalleled allure: "Look what I've found... it looks like you're in your place. Sitting dishonestly, my sun."

"Ah~" She let out another soul-stirring moan, Kronos gritted his teeth, and he felt as if his brain was about to explode. A sticky feeling began to spread across his face, as if being licked with a slender, forked purple tongue. He heard the voice go on: "And you, little thing..."

"Stay away from him!"

Kronos heard a roar, so deafening, but there was an undisguised exhaustion in the majesty. And the voice groaned again with pleasure in pain: "Ha~ continue! I like how you treat me, Sun, you know more emotions than that red guy! Go on!"

In the next instant, her voice changed. It became like the voices of thousands of human beings talking together, mixed with countless obscenities, Kronos tried his best not to hear the blasphemous words in the background. She, no, he said happily: "But you can't stop me! This world is in my pocket! Mine!"

"wake up!"

Astarte suddenly opened his eyes, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat. The armor was constantly warning him that the heart rate exceeded the standard, and the cerebral cortex was abnormally active. He looked down and saw that a line of blood had soaked the books that the mage had lent him. And the source is his nose.

Kronos wiped the blood blankly, and stood up. There was something else in his mind, and the Emperor's voice kept echoing in his heart: "Go to Noxus, my warrior!"

Obey, Emperor.

Astarte put on his helmet and picked up his chainsaw. The scarlet eyepiece lights up again.

He said the prayer silently.

Juzhu Emperor's will, the hole will destroy the sprite!