The Glory of Noxus

Chapter 45 Sion Black Rose Sorrow

Inside the majestic castle.

The bright yellow firelight flickered and illuminated the environment inside the castle.

The frenzy of crows fluttered their wings, and the mottled light and shadows jumped on the walls, as if guiding the direction forward.

In the dark city gate corridor, Swain walked leisurely in front, his expression calm, as if everything was under his control.

Huo Jixing and Darius lagged behind half a body, following closely.

After they passed the castle, they came to a small circular square, and the fountain in the center was gurgling.

In the capital city where every inch of land is valuable, people are shoulder to shoulder. Such a waste of space can only be owned by the elders and nobles of the empire.

Huo Jixing looked at the fountain pool, and the clear spring water turned silver under the rendering of the moonlight.

The fountain sculpture in the center of the pool seemed to be carved from the black stone of [Noxtora].

The appearance is that of a noble lady with a veil, holding a black staff, standing in a sea of ​​roses, lifelike.

The spring water flows around the sea of ​​roses, like the center of the world.

The ravenous crows left the fountain, soared in the air, and fell into the buildings of different styles in the castle.

The buildings in the castle do not follow the current Noxian architectural style.

Instead, it integrates the architectural trends of different periods in the past few hundred years, which looks very strange and special.

Among all the buildings, the most eye-catching one is the main castle.

Its majesty alone is the most gorgeous, giving people the feeling of the pistil in a flower.

Huo Jixing felt that every angle of the main castle was showing outsiders a dark age that the empire had lost.

The windows of the main castle were all closed, and only a faint light was lit in a double iron door, like a guiding light in the dark.

The ravenous crows circled over the main castle, casting a piece of strange shadows, and then slowly fell on a double iron door.

They fluttered their black wings and combed their clean feathers, like black ghosts, lowering their bloody eyes and staring coldly at the door with red patterns.

The double doors were half open, as if they had already anticipated the arrival of Swain and others.

The dim light poured out from the inside, reflecting the hazy faces of everyone.

Darius' eyes flashed, and he stepped past Swain and immediately commanded the soldiers of the Trifarii Legion to enter the double doors.

The burning torches dispelled the darkness, and the soldiers of the Trifarii Legion rushed into the main castle, pushed open the door, and saw an empty passage behind the iron door.

The walls on both sides were engraved with patterns from the ancient times of the Noxian Empire, telling traces of forgotten history.

The scenes depicted in these patterns seemed to be in the tribal era, when the ancient Noxian people performed sacrifices around a woman wearing a rose.

Her figure was elegant and mysterious, and she was surrounded by many believers.

"Sure enough, our movement alerted the Black Rose. They guessed that we would come and directly withdrew the castle's defense force."

Darius got the information reported by the soldiers of the Trifari Legion, turned around, and said to Swain and Huo Jixing in a deep voice.

"It seems that they are preparing to counterattack based on the underground passage."

Swain nodded slightly, his eyes deep and sharp, and pointed to all the forces surrounding the castle, as well as himself and Huo Jixing.

"Now you are the commander, and everyone present will obey your orders."

His voice was calm but powerful, giving the Noxian hand in front of him the greatest power.

Darius grinned when he heard the words, and a tyrannical look flashed in his black wolf-like eyes, and a hint of cruelty and coldness was revealed in his smile.

I don't know if it was the invisible influence of the tyrannical fragments, or if the killing in his heart had long been suppressed.

Darius' eyes were full of fanaticism, and he was looking forward to the arrival of the battle.

"Let's not go in yet. Let those guys come out for some fresh air."

Darius controlled his emotions well and told the soldiers of the Trifarii Legion who were waiting beside him.

Under his order, the soldiers of the Trifarii Legion quickly turned around and ran to the back, where a steel chariot covered with black cloth and guarded by a special person was seen.

The soldiers of the Trifarii Legion directly lifted the black cloth to reveal what was hidden inside the steel chariot.

They were bloody warriors with three-meter-tall bodies, armored and sharp weapons.

Bloody warriors!

The war weapons of the Noxus Empire are a symbol of further military power.

These war weapons are not just simple weapons, they are a perfect combination of black magic and technology.

However, the earliest concept and creation of war weapons did not come from Noxus, but from Zaun.

This underground city that coexists with Piltover has been completely distorted by the abuse of magic and technology.

Countless notorious horror technologies and magical creations were born here.

Because of Zaun's haze environment, a unique law of survival has been nurtured.

For the sake of life and wealth, many people volunteered to become experimental subjects, leaving their fate to unknown technology and magic.

Most of the failures died completely on the experimental table.

The remaining defective products were kicked into the lowest level of the hook prison.

Only a small number of them would become qualified war weapons or technology transformers.

War weapons are monsters created by black magic and technology.

When the upper rulers of the Noxus Empire saw the potential of war weapons.

They directly used their power to obtain the core technology of war weapons.

And finally they completely transformed and perfected them with their witchcraft and black magic, which they were very good at, and created their own terrifying war weapons.

For the Noxian Empire, nothing else mattered except violence and the willingness to use violence.

And this was vividly reflected in the war weapons.

Each war weapon manufactured was a mobile killing machine.

They existed to release fear on the battlefield and cause wanton killing.

The Noxian Empire began to use these war weapons in large quantities in the war.

And using war weapons as human battering rams, they brazenly attacked the walls of the enemy country, leaving ruins and death wherever they went.

The bloody warriors were the trump card war weapons of the Noxian Empire.

They lost their reason and emotions, but in exchange for very powerful power.

Together with the undead god of war Sion, they formed the terrifying Noxian bloody vanguard.

"The cleansing is about to begin!"

Darius looked at the bloody warriors standing still in the iron chariot behind him with satisfaction. This was the powerful force to cleanse the black rose.

He stretched out his right hand and waved gently.

The waiting soldiers of the Trifari Legion immediately understood and activated the strange runes engraved on the chariot. The bloody light lit up and embellished the night.

The bloody warriors, who had been standing still, slowly opened their bloody eyes at the moment the runes lit up.

The hideous bloody helmets were worn on the ugly heads of the bloody warriors, and the red eyes were full of bloody madness.

Their bodies were as majestic as mountains, wearing old silver and red armor.

The sharp barbs were hung diagonally on the shoulders and knees, shining with sharp cold light, and could tear the enemy's body at any time.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The bloody warriors walked down the iron chariot with heavy and chaotic steps, lined up in front of the double doors, ready to welcome the upcoming battle.

There are ten bloody warriors in front of him, which is exactly the standard squad configuration of the bloody vanguard.

Darius's eyes swept over the bloody warriors in front of him, and he knew that the battle tonight was destined to be extremely fierce.

The Trifari Legion is Darius's direct ace regiment.

In order to avoid too many casualties, he deliberately brought war weapons, bloody warriors.

In addition, there is a largest steel battlefield that has not yet been opened, which is the ultimate war weapon of the Noxus Empire.

"Tear down their hiding places!"

Darius pointed to the double doors, roared, and gave the order to attack.

After hearing the order, the bloody warriors immediately took off the sharp battle axes on their backs and rushed to the dim underground passage without hesitation.

As the bloody warriors charged, the gorgeous castle trembled faintly.

Huo Jixing keenly noticed the magical power emerging from the passage and the sound of the crossbow breaking through the air.

Black Rose secretly arranged many means in this specially left passage, preparing to wipe out the invading enemies.

After a cup of tea.

The shaking castle gradually quieted down.

Swain led Huo Jixing and Darius into the underground passage.

Their footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, intertwined with the cries of the ravenous crows, weaving a strange melody.

Huo Jixing noticed that the walls on both sides of the passage were damaged, which were traces left by the bloody warriors.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Suddenly, dull footsteps like thunder came from the depths of the passage.

It was the bloody warriors who returned after completing the mission.

Huo Jixing looked over and saw that their armored, indestructible bodies were covered with traces of magic and bows and arrows of powerful crossbows.

As he sensed, this underground castle had set up many traps, waiting for their arrival.

Unfortunately, facing the war weapons created by black magic and witchcraft, these traps seemed a bit futile.

Darius stopped and looked at the injured bloody warrior in front of him, frowning slightly.

He looked at Swain, then lowered his head and pondered, as if weighing some important decision.

After a while, he gave a few instructions to the soldiers of the Trifarii Legion beside him.

Huo Jixing was a little curious, and his eyes followed the backs of the soldiers of the Trifarii Legion.

They went to the last steel chariot covered with black cloth, and at the same time pulled the black cloth under the command.

Wow!

The black cloth fell, and Huo Jixing looked at the familiar figure in his sight, his eyebrows raised.

The Undead God of War Sion!

A dagger-like metal object was inserted diagonally on the hideous and ugly head, and the crimson cloth strip at the tail danced in the wind.

There seemed to be two scarlet lights in his eyes, flashing with crazy killing intent, and the heavy crown from Jarvan I penetrated his chin and combined with his terrifying face.

Looking down, the black and red half-body armor was bolted to the body, and the red armor belt around the waist was as dazzling as crystal.

The pale flesh that was exposed had a sense of death and corruption, similar to a corpse that had just died.

At the position of his legs, the solid armor connected the muscles, like a broken limb, patched up, creating the beauty of steel.

Annie looked at the huge monster in front of her and held Huo Jixing's hand a little nervously.

Sion did look a little scary, and his body was much stronger and taller than the bloody warrior.

The crazy and agitated bloody breath was like a raging flame, lingering around the figure.

Huo Jixing soothed Annie's emotions and watched Sion's recovery.

"No more chains? Free!"

A crazy self-talk suddenly sounded, and the bloody smell around him slowly changed, floating like a ghost, bringing a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Crush!"

"Murder!"

"Die!"

Sion roared angrily, and the bloody smell suddenly expanded, covering the area of ​​the steel gate.

Wait until Sion vented his inner emotions.

He looked at Darius and Swain, and the madness on his hideous face did not diminish.

Sion only remembered some fragments of his life, and his memories after death were even fewer, but there was one fact.

He was very familiar with the two people in front of him.

"Is there something wrong with you so urgently asking me to come out?"

Darius's expression remained unchanged, ignoring the bloody smell that Sion brought, and raised the Black Cutter in his hand.

"The Empire needs you to help!"

In Sion's mind, the scattered memories he retained were pieced together to form a clear picture of the Black Cutter.

This was the weapon that once belonged to him. It was Sion's closest companion. It accompanied him through countless battlefields filled with smoke.

It witnessed his legendary journey from a Noxian soldier to the Hand of Noxus.

Sion looked back on himself with difficulty and remembered his former identity.

He was the last representative of the proud martial culture of the Noxian Empire.

And the martial culture has been passed down since the founding of the Noxian Empire.

Sion once swore to his ancestors that he would never retreat on the battlefield, and would die gloriously when his death came.

Although Sion did not have any sophisticated strategies in his career as the Hand of Noxus, his fighting style was rough and efficient, and every attack was full of strength and determination.

At that time, Sion won many victories and glory for Noxus.

The military power of the empire also reached a peak that had never been seen in hundreds of years.

Sion suppressed the madness in his heart, looked at the new Hand of Noxus, and chose to execute his orders.

He walked towards the bloody warriors in front of him, stood at the front of the team, and strode forward.

Under the leadership of Sion, the bloody warriors became more and more agitated, eager to kill.

The purpose of their creation is to prove their worth through fighting.

In the dark passage, following the footsteps of Sion and the bloody warriors, the whimpering of the ravenous crows came frequently.

These crows are messengers of death, and their sharp cries are chilling.

For Sion and his warriors.

This is just the prelude to the battle and the prelude to the massacre they are about to launch.

Gradually, Swain, Huo Jixing and others went deep into the underground castle.

"Hmm?"

Huo Jixing's eyes flickered, and he faintly smelled the breath of danger.

[Suzaku·Red Eyes and Fire Pupils]!

The red-gold flames filled his eyes, and Huo Jixing noticed that the air was filled with unknown energy.

"Is this... the breath of the underworld?"