The Glory of Noxus

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

In the crimson blood pool, an evil aura rose, and dots of scarlet light flickered.

In just a moment, the scarlet light became stronger and covered the blood pool.

A vortex as big as a bowl was formed, and the crimson liquid rolled back, and a healthy young man's body quietly emerged.

On the surface of his skin, the scarlet rune mark engraved was like a hungry dragon and snake, opening its huge mouth and madly sucking the crimson liquid in the blood pool.

The scene in front of him was indeed a bit gloomy and terrifying, but the tall man was unaware of it.

After a cup of tea, all the movements in the blood pool ended.

The crimson liquid stored in it disappeared, leaving only a healthy body.

Under the gaze of the tall man, the healthy body that should have been dead suddenly trembled as if it had been subjected to a strong electric shock.

"Cough cough!"

Accompanied by a trembling cough.

The young man lying flat opened his blood-red eyes, first with some doubts, and then with a look of surprise.

He immediately propped up his body with his arms and looked around the surrounding environment.

"Haha... ahem, I'm back again!"

The young man laughed enthusiastically, then lowered his eyes and carefully looked at his new body.

The tall man stepped forward, holding a white form in his hand, interrupting the hearty laughter.

"Sir, are there any adverse reactions now?"

The young man turned his head to look at the tall man, calmed his inner emotions, and spoke slowly.

"Kawoodi, my body is very good, and there are no adverse reactions."

"Huh?!" Kawoodi frowned slightly when he heard this, and took some experimental tools from the surrounding experimental tables.

"How does your body react? How does it feel? Can you sense the power of blood magic?"

Kawoodi used the experimental tools to gently touch and tap the young man's body and ask some routine questions.

When he got the answer, he would record it on the white form in his hand.

Soon, the form was filled with dense information, and some were circled as important notes.

Finally, he wrote his name on the form -

Mouli IV!

"Sir, is there any unexpected situation?" Kawoodi put away the form and his eyes fell on the young face of Mouli IV.

Immortality?

Even if he dies, he will be resurrected from the selected experimental subjects. Kawoodi thought secretly.

"Our commander seems to have noticed something."

Mouli IV pretended to be majestic, but with that young face, it felt a little weird.

"He sent someone to sneak into my study, and out of curiosity, I unexpectedly saw the chosen person!"

"The chosen person?"

Kawoodi exclaimed in surprise, his silver-rimmed glasses reflecting his deep eyes.

Mouli IV stood up, walked down from the experimental table, gently moved his body, and brushed his fingers over the scarlet mark engraved on his body with a fascinated look.

Then he took out the brocade clothes that had been prepared from the cabinet next to him and put them on.

"Yes, the person chosen by His Majesty Vladimir appeared at the Blood Cliff."

Kawoodi retracted his gaze and tapped the pen in his hand: "Then what do we need to do?"

"Of course, we need to find my other body first!" Mowuli IV looked back at the empty blood pool behind him with a cold expression.

Now this body is what he saved in advance.

Since it has been used, it is necessary to find the next qualified experimental subject.

Coincidentally, there is such a body in the Blood Cliff.

Mowuli IV thought of the death scene not long ago, and his expression was extremely resentful: "I hate the feeling of death!"

He walked in front of Kawoodi, seemingly smiling, but his eyes were extremely cold.

"You won't be reluctant to part with your sister, right?"

Kawoodi lowered his head, bowed and saluted: "Then I will prepare the materials for blood magic here first."

Mowuli IV raised the corner of his mouth and pushed open the door.

He looked at the surrounding environment, frowned, and a look of displeasure flashed across his young face.

"You should pay attention to the hygiene of the laboratory."

In the silver-white laboratory, there are many traces of liquid on the colored glass on both sides, showing the horrible scene inside.

There are corpses of different types that have been dissected, floating in the colored glass.

At the same time, coupled with the mixed smells circulating in the air, it makes people feel sick.

After careful observation, many chaotic footprints can be seen on the flat ground, and broken test tubes can be seen, reflecting dirty stains.

The utensils, test tubes, glass tubes, and dark red liquid look like they have not been cleaned for a long time.

Just before he left the laboratory, he seemed to remember something and turned his head.

"Compared to the evil rituals in the past, this kind of resurrection feels much more comfortable."

Crack!

The silver steel giant door closed, leaving a quiet and silent laboratory.

Kawoodi stayed where he was, staring at the huge steel door in front of him, and then turned his head to look at the empty blood pool.

After hesitating for a while, he finally wrote a few words at the bottom of the form.

Losing all emotions has led to emotional thinking and completely changed behavioral habits.

Mouli Castle.

The killing in the dark night ended, and the main castle was filled with a strong smell of rust.

The corridor covered with soft carpets was full of fallen noble guards and broken weapons. Some of them had lost their lives, while others were still breathing hard.

Even though the battle was over, the atmosphere was still depressing.

The window sill that was once carefully carved had long been broken, and the light that shone in reflected the red light, shining on the wall, like a blood-red wave.

Benewende listened to the report from the captain of the personal guard beside him, and his old face was extremely embarrassed.

However, there was a hint of joy in the corner of his eyes, quietly appearing.

"Are you sure?"

"Sure!" The new captain of the personal guard whispered.

Just as he wanted to continue to say something, he saw the old butler walking in the distance and hurriedly shut up.

"Follow me." The old butler glanced at Benewende and the captain of the personal guard lightly, and a touch of scarlet light appeared in his turbid eyes.

Originally, Benewende wanted to angrily reprimand the butler and let him know who would be the master of the Mouli family in the future.

But after seeing the scarlet light, his expression suddenly became trance and followed.

The secret room of the castle.

The dark passage was winding and tortuous, and a hint of uneasiness was revealed in the silence.

Benewende seemed to come to his senses and looked at the old butler in front of him with a frightened look. He didn't know why he followed him.

"Is it the secret hidden by the Mouli family?"

He thought of his mysterious and majestic father, and a touch of excitement surged in his heart.

He, Benewende Mouli, the eldest son of Mouli IV.

At such a dark moment, inheriting the title and the position of Blood Cliff Service Officer, recreating the glory of the Mouli family.

As Benewende thought about it, he was a little excited.

The news from the captain of the guard was that the body of Mouli IV was seen in the secret room of the study.

Who knows how long he has been waiting? Thirty years? Fifty years?

It was seventy years!

Thinking of his father, Mouli IV, Benewende had some complaints in his heart.

Dada! Dada! Dada!

The dull footsteps echoed in the passage. Benewende followed the old butler for a while, and his breathing became a little hurried.

Fortunately, after turning the corner, the view suddenly opened up, and a blood-red hall appeared in front of him.

The walls around were made of blood-red stone, engraved with mysterious symbols and unknown spells, and many strange objects were placed in the center of the hall.

Benewende sniffed his nose and smelled a strange fragrance in the air, mixed with a little blood.

Looking carefully, Benewende saw many familiar people.

There were his younger brothers, his grandchildren, and some other nephews and nieces.

Except for those under the age of three, almost all the direct descendants of the Mouli family were present.

"Is this going to be announced in public?" Benewende's mind was in a mess.

"Go up!" The old butler spoke again, pointing to the blood-red altar built not far away.

Benewende heard the voice and walked up immediately.

But when he walked over, he saw that the people around him also began to move, as if they were fighting for something.

Everyone looked crazy and even pushed others.

Gusts of fishy wind blew, and a thick layer of red smoke rose around the bloody altar, as if the devil was staring at the scene in front of him.

Blazing flames ignited in the four corners of the hall, and the dazzling flames reflected the figures on the altar, making it impossible to distinguish their faces.

Suddenly!

A dull spell sounded, like the whisper of a mosquito.

But it was heard clearly.

Gradually, the bloody hall began to shake violently, the ground made a clanging sound, and the rising red smoke enveloped the bloody altar.

Until everything stopped, everyone seemed to melt and disappeared.

Snap!

The bloody altar collapsed, and the diffuse red smoke expanded rapidly with the sound of the spell, almost submerging the hall.

As if they had received an order, they continued to spread wildly outside along the vents on the dome of the hall.

Above the bloody hall.

Mo Wuli IV looked at the surging blood mist, and a hideous look appeared on his young face.

"As long as I am here, the glory of the Mo Wuli family will continue to be passed on!"