The Glory of Noxus

Inside the Temple of Nagakapoulos.

"True, we can't protect them, we can only close the door to prevent them from coming in." The speaker said.

This stocky woman smiled toothily, as if she didn't care at all about the life of the person in front of her.

In her heart, only the followers of Baru and Nagakapoulos are worth saving.

"You have already said this."

Illaoi paced around the stone table in the temple hall, looking into the black mist inside without raising her head.

She moved her shoulders, relaxed her muscles, and stifled the yawn on her lips.

There was an old snake caller standing next to the preacher.

He wore a robe made of thick hemp rope. Each hemp rope was dyed indigo, uneven in thickness, and rough and curly.

The mottled and faded sea monster ink on it gives people the illusion that the old man is covered with a ball of tentacles.

His face is covered with black tattoos, depicting the countless teeth in the sea monster's maw.

Monks and snake callers always want to look scary. Most men have this boring problem.

"They won't come near the temple," gasped the Snake Caller.

"And we must stick to our contract."

As long as Nagakapoulos always protects the temple, the black mist brought by Soul Eating Night will not be able to get close to it.

Other areas of the Mangxing Islands do not have such special treatment.

Contains Bilgewater.

This once again reminded the Order of how ignorant the people of Bilgewater were.

These residents who came from the land never used clean water to wash away the filth on the pier. Instead, they built permanent anchorages along every beach in the bay.

Extremely stupid!

Many priests in the Nagakapolos Temple therefore concluded that the lay people were simply swallowed by the black mist voluntarily.

"Bullshit!" Illaoi said.

She looked into the increasingly dense black fog, her eyes flickering, and she heard the movement coming from outside the door.

Illaoi strolled over to the bowl filled with tributes and picked through them, finally pulling out a plump mango.

She needed a plan, and the two idiots next to her were embarrassing her.

"Seriously, you should watch your words."

The old snake caller spoke softly, and after looking at each other, his heart was full of helplessness.

Over the course of hundreds of generations, Illaoi was the most respected True One.

Her respect is not qualifications.

It's the terrifying strength she possesses.

But Illaoi has repeatedly destroyed the tradition of the True One.

Even so, Nagakapoulos still trusted Illaoi unconditionally and granted her boundless divine power.

Illaoi took a bite of the mango and passed between the two holy staff. The two seemed to become shorter in an instant.

Even by the standards of the islanders, the true man was still tall.

She had always been taller than those around her, even the burliest of northerners.

From a young age, she knew she was different and always felt like she would accidentally bump into someone else.

But she finally got it.

They should learn to stay out of my way when I walk.

Illaoi stopped in front of the door, remembering that he didn't seem to have a weapon yet, then turned around and looked at it.

She first looked at the stone like an anchor, and then her eyes fell on the [Shenxi] on the iron frame.

This is a golden statue, slightly larger than a rum barrel, but many times heavier.

She felt the cold, biting metal texture on her fingers.

The statue was placed next to a blazing fire, and the flames illuminated the entire room, but [Shenxi] always felt cold and wet to the touch.

Illaoi easily lifted the heavy statue on her shoulders and prepared to open the door.

"True." The statement made him hesitate to speak.

"Assist, I have not forgotten my duty." Illaoi said in a deep voice.

"The trial of Soul Erosion Night should not have turned into such a miserable scene as it is now."

The preacher and the old snake caller fell into silence, looking at the [Divine Mind] on Illaoi's shoulders and saying nothing.

In front of the temple, Illaoi heard Gangplank's shout, and his heart trembled.

"This old guy...!"

Many years ago, the two of them had fallen in love with each other, and many years ago they ended their relationship.

But some feelings are forever engraved in the depths of the soul and never go away.

Click!

Lucian felt the sharp hooks with will-o'-the-wisp bite deeply into his body, biting into the bones.

The severe pain is more penetrating than the northern ice and penetrates deep into the soul.

Thresh walked up to Lucian, lowered his emerald green eyes, and stretched out his arms wrapped in black robes.

He held Lucian's throat, will-o'-the-wisp burning the skin.

"Your heartbeat is stopping"

Thresh lifted Lucian off the ground, holding the Soul-attracting Lamp high, ready to receive his soul.

Waves of mournful cries came from the dim green glow, and the faces and hands of countless wandering souls were clearly visible against the inner wall of the lantern.

They want to escape from the Soul-Drawing Lamp.

"Sentinel of Light, I have been waiting for your arrival for a long time."

"Only at this moment is the best time to collect your soul."

Lucian found that his vision began to turn gray from the outside to the inside, and his soul was slowly being withdrawn from his limbs and bones.

He struggled to resist, but the soul-locking warden had practiced his art of harvesting souls countless times, and it was impossible to leave him a chance.

"Despite the struggle, your soul will grow stronger and delicious for fighting."

Thresher's mouth opened, and he spoke softly, as if he was talking about a delicacy.

Lucian wanted to speak, but he couldn't make a sound. He could only feel his soul trickling out with his weak breath.

Then, a sickle condensed by emerald green ghost fire hung above Lucian's head, soaked with the resentment of the dead souls.

The light of the blade flickered with expectation, a little impatient.

[Lucian.]

A light voice sounded in Lucian's ears.

It was her voice.

[My love]

Thresh turned his sickle, trying to find a better angle to dissect the hard-won delicacy.

Lucian opened his eyes wide and saw a familiar face appear in the soul-guiding lamp.

He took a sharp breath.

That face, although insignificant among thousands, was the only key in the world.

Full lips and a pair of bright almond eyes, begging him to live.

"Senna."

Lucian shouted in his heart, trying to move his arms and grab the Soul Lantern.

"Don't give up"

Instantly, Lucian understood what Senna meant.

Just as they had fought the dark creatures side by side, he felt that Senna was closely connected to his soul.

He summoned up the last bit of strength, forcibly pressed down the hook wrapped around his body with one hand, and reached out to the Soul Lantern with the other hand.

Under the emerald will-o'-the-wisp, Lucian's eyes glowed with hope.

Thresh noticed Lucian's movements and chuckled, as if mocking the counterattack of the Sentinel of Light.

Suddenly!

Thresh's expression suddenly changed, and the emerald green flames covering his horned head surged, as if he sensed the danger coming.

Crack!

A touch of red-gold flames cut through the black fog like lightning.

Then, the sound of bones breaking rang out.

Thresh let out a long roar, and the horned head twisted instantly, and the emerald green eyes were filled with resentment.

He hadn't felt such pain for thousands of years.

Thresh wailed while holding his arm stained with red-gold flames, but his eyes were fixed on Huo Jixing who appeared in front of him.

"Star power. Are you a star from heaven?"

Thresh looked at the red-gold flames on Huo Jixing and said hoarsely.

The old black robe that was supposed to protect his body was broken, and half of his skeletal arm was exposed.

Huo Jixing focused on Thresh, and saw from the corner of his eye that the small arm holding Lucian's neck was burning under the red-gold flames and turned into black smoke and dissipated.

In the sudden attack just now, he directly chopped off Thresh's skeletal arm and saved Lucian who was about to die.

Bang!

Lucian fell to the ground and felt his soul embedded in his body again.

He swallowed his breath in big gulps, as if a drowning person had just rushed out of the water.

Then he endured the severe pain in his body and picked up the fallen holy pistol.

He pulled the trigger, trying to shoot down the Soul Lantern and rescue Senna.

"Thresh!"

Lucian spoke angrily, firing the relic pistol, and silver light burst out.

But under the emerald light, the two silver lights quickly disappeared.

Thresh ignored Lucian and looked at Huo Jixing, whose empty eye sockets were burning with wild anger.

Seeing this, Huo Jixing sighed lightly, looking a little helpless.

He thought Lucian could stop Thresh, but he didn't expect that Lucian would be on the verge of death in just a few rounds.

Bang! Bang!

Huo Jixing threw away the two huge black spider heads and concentrated on it.

In the process of rushing over, he killed two soul-weaving spider spirits lurking in the black fog and intending to attack.

But this could not change the current situation.

He had to face not only the Soul Chain Warden, but also Hecarim, who had recovered from his injuries and was coming slowly.

As for Lucian, he only hoped that this Sentinel of Light could help him to some extent.

Ta-da! Ta-da!

The sound of horse hooves sounded, causing rolling black fog.

Hecarim appeared on the left side of Huo Jixing and Lucian, and the broad-bladed halberd in his hand lit up with increasingly bright will-o'-the-wisp fire.

After suffering two serious injuries, Hecarim seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, and his momentum was like the abyss, which made people shudder.

Thresh held the Soul Guide Lantern with his broken arm, and swung the chain hook with his other hand, staring at Huo Jixing.

Under the sweep of the terrifying aura, Lucian was much more sober, retreated to distance himself, and didn't know who to aim at with his pair of holy pistols.

Or maybe his strength was a little weak in such a confrontation.

"One against two?"

Huo Jixing whispered softly, and the fire of Nanli in his eyes became more and more vigorous.

Nanli Zhuque behind him saw Huo Jixing's high fighting spirit, and his red-gold eyes reflected the strange figures of Thresh and Hecarim.

Noxus Empire, Immortal Fortress.

Zaafan Family Castle.

This is a very mysterious castle, where a female noble named Iris lives.

Behind her is the Kysira family, one of the oldest bloodlines in Noxus.

Although few people have seen her true appearance, there are many bizarre rumors about her.

It is said that her beauty remains unchanged for hundreds of years; it is said that a terrifying and ferocious monster lives deep in her dilapidated and dusty palace.

In short, this castle has always remained mysterious, and ordinary people can only look at it but not reach it.

Under the dark night, the moonlight is hidden behind the heavy clouds.

Only the ancient walls of the castle and the faint light in the distance were looming in the darkness.

At this moment, deep in the castle, a strange sacrifice was being held in a little-known secret place.

The huge stone square seemed to be an ancient altar, with a dim black fog.

Candles flickered around, barely penetrating the black fog, casting the shadows of the sacrifices on the cold stone surface.

These sacrifices were prisoners from all over the Noxus Empire.

They used to be ordinary civilians, rebellious nobles or defeated enemies.

But now, they have become helpless pawns in the hands of the Black Rose.

Their hands were tied up with rough ropes, and their faces were full of despair and numbness.

Their eyes had long lost focus, as if their souls had been pulled away by this strange sacrifice.

In the center of the altar, a towering stone platform stood there.

Complex runes and patterns were carved on the stone platform, and these ancient marks flickered strangely under the reflection of the candlelight.

A giant spider can be vaguely seen, hovering above the black fog like a god.