The Glory of Noxus

Chapter 444: Arrow of Punishment·Virus, Scythe of Shadow·Kain

The southern end of the Ionian Islands.

In the area near the Guardian Sea, an ancient island surrounded by the sea is like a pearl inlaid on the long coastline.

On the edge of the island, the steep mountains have become a natural barrier to protect this land.

From a distance, these mountains are slightly dilapidated, as if they have experienced a catastrophe.

It is a deep imprint left by the Noxus Empire after it occupied the island.

Even though the mountains have been baptized by wind and frost, those traces have not been washed away, as if telling the later generations about that tragic history.

On the towering peak of the mountains, a temple stands alone.

The traces of time are engraved on the broken walls, telling the atmosphere of the once prosperous incense.

Because it was once the most sacred place on this island-

The Temple of Pallas!

But now, the mountain road leading to the temple has long been broken, and mossy stones are scattered all over the ground.

Every time you move forward a certain distance, you must be careful to avoid falling off the cliff.

Along the way, you can often see dried crimson marks, which are either deep or shallow, telling of the tragic battles in the past.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Suddenly, a biting cold wind blew up.

Carrying a trace of bloody breath, it passed over the broken mountain road, brushed over the ruins of the temple, and made a shrill whimper.

It was like the dead souls crying for the atrocities and killings brought by the Noxus Empire.

The dim starlight fell, swaying with the wind, soaking the dilapidated temple on the top of the mountain.

Indistinctly, in the backyard of the temple, you can see a desolate ancient well standing, full of mottled marks.

And not far from the ancient well, on the ground covered with crimson autumn leaves, a figure was sitting cross-legged lonely.

In the dim environment, the drooping face could not be seen clearly, only the long white hair was scattered, covering the seemingly thin body.

Body

Pale and inhumanly graceful!

Part of it is human, part is darkborn, like the intersection of two worlds, creating this body.

The cold wind blows, and the snow-white hair dances.

In the dim environment, a pair of strange eyes with white light blinked, like the bright stars in the sky, flashing a deep breath.

"Sinners, must suffer!"

The snow-white long-haired figure woke up drowsily, and just his words made the temple shrouded in a layer of mysterious energy.

"Hmm, the restlessness of the immortal heart!"

"Is it the void, or the sun?"

The snow-white long-haired figure felt the immortal heart in his body suddenly swaying gently, frowning, and doubts filled his heart.

The sun once gave him strength, but in the end it was the void that gave him his destination!

The snow-white long-haired figure seemed to be thinking about something, and just when he wanted to get up, he found that he was like a fixed body, tightly connected to the ground.

Inside the pale body, someone was pulling his soul, falling into endless darkness, unable to extricate himself.

"Ionians, where do you get your strength from?" A low, illusory voice echoed in the temple.

"From each other, until death!"

He asked himself and answered.

But the voice behind was obviously different, as if two people were answering the question together, resolute and firm.

"You are too eager for redemption!"

The figure with long white hair lowered his eyes and looked at the purple mark at the heart.

The misty light was diffused, and two different but firm faces stared at the figure with long white hair.

"Virus, you were once a human, so why don't you yearn for redemption?"

Varus looked calm, his eyes fell on the purple-red longbow in his hand that had accompanied him for a thousand years.

"It's impossible, I can only go to a higher place!"

His tone was heavy, as if he had experienced the sufferings of the world and experienced the warmth and coldness of the world.

"Valmao, Kai, stop bothering me!"

"I don't need humanity!"

Virus murmured in a low voice, and a purple glow appeared on his pale and strange body, as if he was a demon crawling out of the abyss, revealing a corrupt breath.

He suppressed the chaotic consciousness in his heart and slowly stood up.

His long white hair was scattered along his shoulders, revealing the headband worn on his forehead. The red gem embedded in it reflected the starlight in the sky and reflected his calm face.

It made Virus look even more cold and mysterious.

His bare body was engraved with ancient purple marks, and his palms were slightly twisted, like a monster in the void, with a cold and sharp feeling.

Virus walked slowly to the edge of the Pallas Temple and overlooked the Pallas Mountains below.

The majestic mountains were winding on the earth like a group of dragons, and the red plants covering the mountains infected the mountains, bright as blood.

The shrill cold wind whistled past, bringing with it a cold touch and endless sorrow, stirring his mind.

Varus closed his eyes, letting the cold wind brush across his pale cheeks, feeling the biting cold.

In a trance, the sound of war echoed in his ears.

It was the collision of iron and iron, the shouts of warriors and the neighing of war horses.

He seemed to be on the battlefield again, feeling the atmosphere of boiling blood.

At the same time, the roar of the cursed monsters also sounded in his mind, full of anger and madness, wanting to completely engulf the world.

"Shurima!"

Varus opened his white eyes and looked in the direction of Shurima.

No matter what he has become now, he was a model of loyalty and honor in the ancient Shurima Empire.

At the end of the Ekathian War, although Varus' hometown was far away from the cursed land over there, it was still attacked.

Other guards left their posts to defend the surrounding villages and towns, but Varus stayed alone in the temple.

Every arrow shot was accompanied by his heart-wrenching roar.

Because he chose to stick to his oath and did not return home to protect his family.

When the emissaries of the Ascended Legion found Varus, he was seen kneeling among the corpses of enemies and meditating solemnly.

It is said that his cold gaze would make even the gods feel uneasy.

And Varus's idea of ​​survival was just to seek revenge on Icathia and the Void.

Varus felt something in his heart, looked back at the core of the Ionian Islands, and his brows relaxed slightly.

"Did you feel the energy fluctuations, too? Laast!"

He still didn't understand how the Shurima Empire won the most tragic war in the world, nor did he fully understand how the empire fell in the end.

Therefore, Varus wanted to find all the surviving darkspawn, just like Nayafili once did, and lead them to explore all the secrets behind them.

"I will travel the world and awaken my fellow darkborn."

"And you, Valmao, Kai, stop stopping me!"

"Although the three of us are independent, aren't we three souls of one body?"

Virus looked at the purple heart position, vaguely aware of the compromise of the other two, and couldn't help but hold the purple-red longbow in his hand tightly.

"Yes, that's it, we are the arrows of punishment!" He laughed softly, and an elegant smile appeared on his pale face.

"We are"

"Virus!"

Ionia Islands.

Balu Province, Yipu River.

Even though the war has ended for a long time, the landing point at the mouth of Yipu River is still covered with bloody traces, like deep scars, engraved on this land.

The sea water of the Guardian Sea continuously flows back into the Yipu River, trying to wash the river with its purity and clarity.

However, the blood in the river seems to be deeply rooted and cannot be completely washed away.

As night falls, the mouth of the Yipu River is shrouded in a thick shadow.

These shadows dispersed with the reflection of the stars in the sky, like terrifying monsters, slowly moving along the broken river bank and swallowing up the light.

In the famous Shadow Stream Sect, there is a saying.

After each killing, the shadow becomes deeper.

This is the fierce reputation created by the Shadow Stream followers with their own killing.

Now the thick shadows near the river bank are like a series of killings, which are terrifying.

Buzz! Buzz!

In the shadows that are so thick that they can almost be touched, two different colors of light suddenly light up, one red and one blue, cutting through the night.

"The power of Noxus is a joke!"

The cold and crazy voice, with ridicule and disdain, broke the silence of the night.

As the voice fell, a tall figure slowly walked out of the shadow.

Carrying a black sickle, the sharp blade flashed coldly in the weak light, revealing a chilling murderous aura.

The tall man was wearing a pitch-black coat, the lapels of which swayed gently in the wind, and his long black braids hung down his back, seemingly blending into the surrounding darkness.

His footsteps were light and silent, like a ghost walking at night, and he came to the broken bank of the Yipu River.

The river water had long been dyed dark red, and the strong smell of rust filled the air.

The man stood on the broken river bank, his eyes piercing through the blood mist, staring at the blood-stained river.

He saw his young comrades, the Ionians, and even some Vastayans who all died in this landing battle.

"Kayn, there is a mission."

The shadow behind the man surged, and a figure wearing a pitch-black coat appeared.

Seeing that Kayn was indifferent, Nakuri's cold eyes showed a trace of anger.

In the Shadow Cult, few people dared to treat him like this.

But since Kayn joined the Shadow Cult, Nakuri found that his once proud position was shaky.

He was a little uneasy and jealous!

Buzz!

Kayn slowly turned around, the black sickle cut through the darkness, pointing at Nakuri's throat.

"Nakuri, are you not used to failure yet?"

Nakuri subconsciously held his breath, staring at Kayn in front of him, his trembling eyes fell on the black sickle.

A red single eye was embedded in the sharp blade, as if looking at him hungrily.

"This evil weapon"

Nakuri suppressed the anger in his heart, and the horrible scene of the sickle engulfing the enemy's flesh and blood appeared in front of him.

"The Shadow Cult needs you to perform an important task, which is related to the Balance Cult."

After saying that, Nakuri stopped talking and retreated into the shadows.

Kayn did not move his feet, his eyes were cold and deep, staring at Nakuri in the shadows.

"Are you giving up on delicious food just like that?"

A crazy and hoarse voice came from the black sickle in his hand, and the bloody single eye blinked gently.

"Rage is in your hands, let it go, enjoy the killing!"

Kayn retracted his sickle, no longer looking at Nakuri, but lowered his head slightly, a familiar figure reflected in his red and blue eyes.

"He is my mentor's right-hand man, not your food."

"Your mentor is indeed a good parasitic target, but unfortunately, the power in his body is not simple." The bloody one-eyed man whispered.

"What were you doing just now? Are you recalling the past?"

"Haha, this reminds me of your desire to live, which is ridiculous."

"Tell me, Rhaast, why did you ask me to come here?"

Kayn did not answer, but reached out and stroked the sickle, which was part of his body.

It looked like a weapon.

It was actually a living giant sickle, a darkin.

The black sickle called Rhaast, with a bloody single eye, looked across the Sea of ​​Watchers at the direction of Shurima.

"I smelled death not long ago!"

"No, no, to be exact"

"It was the sun and the void!"

"They are reviving and returning!"

Kayn heard this, his eyes narrowed, and the red and blue light became brighter.

He understood who Rhaast meant by "they", which was shared when the two merged into one.

"He also noticed it!"

"Who?"

"Virus!"

Kayn's heart moved, and he was very familiar with the name of Varus.

In the Ionian War, the Shadow Cult resisted the invasion of the Noxian Empire and was very familiar with all the heroes who emerged.

Varus, relying on his own strength, repelled several attacks of the Noxian Empire warbands in the Pallas Mountains and killed many Noxian soldiers.

Successfully protected the Ionians in the villages and towns near the Pallas Mountains.

"His strength is not simple." Laast's tone was a little more solemn.

In the battle of the Sun Bloodline, Varus killed countless famous strongmen with his extraordinary archery.

He is a lonely and cold-blooded killer.

Even Laast, with deliberate calculations, may not be Varus's opponent.

"What do you want to do?" Kayn heard Laast's fear and asked with a frown.

"It's up to you, now you are my master!" Laast said with a smile.

"Do you want to complete the task first and then go to the Shurima continent? Or go immediately?"

Kayn fell silent and stopped talking.

But his actions gave the answer.

In front of the mouth of the Yipu River, Kayn's eyes left the blood-red water and fell on Nakuri.

The strong guy who once competed with him shoulder to shoulder now seemed a little lonely.

"Fear is your shadow, you wrap yourself in it."

Nakuri clenched his fists. He should not have refuted the defeat, but when he thought of their mentor

the master who taught them how to hide in the shadow.

He still responded dully: "Born in the shadow, die in the shadow!"

"That's what you always say, Kayn."

Kayn, who was about to leave, heard the words and suddenly smiled.

He raised the black sickle in his hand and waved it to Nakuri.

He had made up his mind and was ready to set off for the Shurima continent after completing the task.

As his strength grew, Kayn felt his predetermined destiny.

Either tame Rhaast in his hand and succumb to his will;

Or, Rhaast swallowed him and paved the way for the destruction of Runeland.

But Kayn believed that one day, his power would even surpass his mentor-

Shadow Lord Zed!

But now, he has a mission to do.

With Rhaast.

Take care of those annoying guys from the Order of the Kinkou!