The Glory of Noxus

With pale hair covering her eyes, Riwen's eyes flickered, and the familiar figure of Huo Jixing appeared in her mind.

Then, the scene deep in his memory flashed by like a fleeting moment of them fighting side by side in the blood cliff.

Those moments are still clearly visible, as if they happened not long ago.

But the passage of time brought changes.

Huo Jixing's growth was so fast that Riwen could hardly see his back.

Vladimir, who had brought endless pressure to them in Blood Cliff, fell directly into the hands of Huo Jixing in just two years.

"Is this the Star Spirit Talent?"

Riwen let out a breath and still remembered the scene of Huo Jixing and herself sparring. At that time, she could easily suppress Huo Jixing.

Then, she lowered her eyes and looked at the dark green rune blade in her hand.

It's not just her weapon, it's a symbol of her beliefs.

The sword reflects the heart of the warrior!

These words, like a mantra, have been echoing in her heart, reminding her to always stick to her original intention.

The past experience of fighting side by side made Riwen believe in Huo Jixing and believe that her former partner would have the same belief as her.

"I hope the Empire can remove the thorny black rose from your hands!"

Riven returned to the Noxian Empire in chains, never forgetting the trauma of her past.

The dark reign of Brown Darkwill has passed, and hope is born.

Under the foresight of the Trefari Council and Swain, the empire is undergoing a radical transformation.

But it is still difficult to erase the influence of the Black Rose on the empire, and they can even influence the change of leadership.

This is definitely not what Riven and the heroes who protect the empire want to see.

So when Swain issued a call to rally his forces against the Black Rose, Riven didn't hesitate to join in.

She knew that this would be an extremely difficult battle.

But she also believes that as long as everyone unites as one, they will be able to defeat the Black Rose and bring real light and hope to the empire.

Buzz! Buzz!

Under the quiet dark night sky, the flying ax half a man tall whined, spinning in the air like the messenger of death coming.

It accurately chopped off the Black Rose Spy's right leg at a perfect angle.

Along with the shrill wails, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The Black Rose Spy fell heavily to the ground, and his limbs were scattered nearby, as if they had been brutally dismantled.

Draven stood on the high platform, looking indifferently at the black rose space that was gradually losing its life.

Compared to the Reckoners show.

The wailing and movements of these black rose spies have no beauty in the performance at all, and are more like a boring farce.

Snap!

Draven stretched out his hand, firmly caught the returning flying ax, wiped away the stained blood, and then carried it on his shoulder.

"Get rid of these scum, remember to clean them up." Draven turned to look at Captain Farong beside him and ordered.

Although he has long since left the Imperial Legion, don't forget that his brother is Darius.

The two had fought for the empire together and were Swain's trusted subordinates.

Especially his ability to fight alone allowed him to move through many elite battle groups during the occupation of Ionia.

As for why Draven suddenly left the Imperial battle group.

Some say that Draven left Darius's army on his own initiative, while others say that he was kicked out.

But to Delevingne, that doesn't matter.

He simply felt that the killings of the war group could no longer satisfy the emptiness in his heart.

He craves the thrill of killing and enjoys the applause of the audience.

Finally, after Swain's coup, Draven accepted his invitation to become the Honorable Executioner.

In the arena, many nobles who opposed the Trifali Council and Swain were eliminated through liquidation performances.

"Bah, pointless resistance!"

Draven spit out a mouthful of phlegm and walked along the stone steps of the city wall to the top. Looking at the firelight reflecting half of the sky in the direction of the capital, anticipation rose in his heart.

"Don't let me down!"

After many heroes and ace battle groups appeared one after another, the strangulation operation against the Black Rose officially began.

This is the result of Swain's unremitting efforts.

He firmly implemented his own ideas, advocated using his own power, and strictly refused many nobles of the empire to interfere with the battle group.

Just like what Brown Darkwill wanted to do but failed to achieve.

Swain has gained widespread support by virtue of his own strength and high prestige within the Imperial War Group.

There is the support of Darius, Kled and the Du Couture family, plus the defection of the Assassin's Guild.

Swain managed the Imperial battle group like an iron barrel to resist the erosion of the black rose.

Although many nobles in the empire still control some battle group power, they are far inferior to the emerging warlords.

In this coup, the overwhelming strength shown by Katarina, Kled and others was exactly what Swain had planned.

The capital of Noxus, the outer city.

At the edge, candles light up in an ancient theater, dispelling the darkness.

There was silence near the stage, and there were no actors who had been rehearsing so hard.

Their wonderful performance at the celebration banquet won them the opportunity to change their destiny.

At the invitation of the nobles, the actors have recently received many performance opportunities and become famous.

Their talented efforts were recognized so much that there was not much time for rehearsals.

The sculptures on the stage were hanging, reflecting a strange glow under the candlelight.

This was a custom-made item later, far more refined than the rough mask before.

"Little lamb, did you hear it? A heartbeat from afar." A low voice sounded on the stage.

It was the wolf spirit mask hanging on the left, with a hazy blue glow in the empty eyes.

"Da Da Da, La La La!"

"Sporadic glimmers, dancing clothes in ink!"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry."

The crisp singing echoed on the stage, and the beautiful words ran through the theater.

The sheep spirit mask hanging on the wall opened its eyes, and the voice rose, ups and downs.

"My dearest wolf, we have awakened from the gloom again."

"Ah——!"

The wolf spirit let out a refreshing howl, the voice was low and rough.

"Yes, we woke up, but we didn't expect someone to steal the power of death!"

The wolf spirit mask was suspended in the air, like a gray snake wrapped in mist, surrounding the stage.

"Have they forgotten us? Lamb!"

"Everyone still knows us, even if they want to forget." The eyes of the Lamb Mask flashed with strange light.

"Just wait until the curtain rises."

"You should use your sharp teeth and claws."

"My arrows are whistling, and then we will go to the next destination."

The song fell, and a silver-white longbow appeared above the Lamb Mask.

"Soon, we will make them remember."

In the myth, Kindred is both the last embrace of the white void and the blood-sucking teeth of the dark world.

Shepherds and butchers, poets and beasts are integrated into one, facing each other in pairs.

"Hunger accompanies me all the time, I want to see the little guy who stole power."

The Wolf Mask seemed to be unable to suppress the hunger in his heart, and the low and wild howl echoed on the stage.

"The Lamb is responsible for the call!"

The Lamb Mask danced with it, and the blue spirit appeared, gradually condensing into a fluffy, lamb-like body.

Although her body was made of spirit, it was extremely real, and every detail was lifelike.

Qian Jue straightened up, turned gracefully, gently grasped the fallen silver-white longbow, and looked towards the capital.

"Hungry Wolf is responsible for the attack!"

The cold wind blew through the theater, and Qian Jue's figure swayed in the wind, like a ghost, erratic.

The heavily guarded capital was like a virtual thing to them, and could not stop their steps at all.

After a while.

Qian Jue traced a familiar smell, the silver-white longbow glowed, and a strange mark condensed in front of him.

Dark underground passage.

The red-gold flames burned fiercely, illuminating the winding passage like daylight.

Huo Jixing took Annie and walked to the door at the end of the passage.

He stood in front of the door, staring at the dark stone door frame inside, which was a deeper darkness.

His eyes fell on the mysterious words engraved on the door, which looked very old and told the vicissitudes of time.

On both sides of the door, there were many scattered bone fragments, like forgotten history.

"It's the inscription in Ochen!" Swain walked over and spoke softly.

This is the text that records magic in the ancient times of Runeland, which once appeared in the Noxus tribe, the predecessor of the Noxus Empire.

"It's too long ago, and it's impossible to verify the secrets behind Ochen."

Swain stared at the door in front of him that looked like a huge mouth, and his heart was rippled.

The fact that the black rose can use Ochen means that its existence can be traced back to the ancient tribal era.

This made him more curious about the real purpose of the black rose and the secret behind it.

Huo Jixing stretched out his hand to push open the door and walked in slowly.

Swain, Darius and others followed closely, and the sound of rapid footsteps hit the ground, and the solemn atmosphere was filled.

As soon as they left the passage behind the door, the soldiers of the Trifari Legion quickly formed up, ready to deal with possible dangers at any time.

Their actions were uniform, showing rigorous training and discipline.

Sion and the Blood Warrior also looked around vigilantly.

Huo Jixing looked up, and what appeared in his field of vision was a vast underground space, like a secret kingdom hidden underground.

In the center of the underground space, a majestic castle was built on smooth stone walls.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Before I could observe carefully, the air was suddenly filled with psychedelic purple light, like an inverted bowl bottom, covering the underground space.

"Demon barrier?"

The fire of Nanli in Huo Jixing's eyes became more and more vigorous, and he recognized the barrier in front of him.

Then, as he thought, Evelyn, the Embrace of Pain, appeared above the castle.

Her eyes, which were filled with strange light, were full of endless charm, as if they could suck away the souls of those who fell at any time.

Not only Evelyn.

Huo Jixing's eyes moved and looked at the dome of the underground space.

He saw a huge black spider web woven to cover the wound of the demon barrier.

The Spider Queen, Iris, who had retreated, was perched on it, looking at the prey entering the nest like a hunter, with a cold look in her eyes.

"The Black Rose has a lot of hidden tricks." Swain sighed.

He also recognized the identities of Evelynn and Iris, and was a little surprised by the tricks displayed by the Pale Lady.

One is an ancient demon, and the other is a legendary strong man who believes in the Spider God, the Despicable Throat.

I just don't know what price the Pale Lady paid to get the two to come and help.

"Swain, I underestimated you."

Out of thin air, a purple shadow energy surged.

The Pale Lady, wearing a veil, appeared silently in front of the castle.

She looked around, and her cold eyes slowly fell on Swain and Huo Jixing.

"As expected of Nox Idi's long-term plan, he has been planning in secret and preparing for everything today."

"The fate of the empire will never be affected by any force, and you and the Black Rose have crossed the line."

Swain, leaning on his black cane, walked slowly forward and looked at the Pale Lady.

The group of ravenous crows surrounding him seemed to be stimulated, spread their black wings, and stared at the Pale Lady with their bloody eyes.

"Crossing the line? I will only wipe out the disobedient king!" The Pale Lady spoke softly.

But the coldness in her tone made everyone present feel a piercing chill, as if they saw endless dark power.

"Erase?" Swain nodded slowly.

"In fact, you should have erased my existence during the Ionian War."

"Instead of letting me leave Ionia alive and return to Noxus."

He stretched out his demonic left hand that had been hidden in his clothes, and the bloody energy spread along his palm.

"Do you think there is still a chance to easily erase me now?"

Although Swain is not wearing any symbol of his identity now.

But his pupils are full of enthusiasm, witnessing the re-emergence of Noxus.

He will use his life to defend the glory of the empire.

The Pale Lady and Swain confronted each other, and the air was filled with a repressive and suffocating atmosphere.

There seemed to be a silent and fierce confrontation between the two.

Black roses bloomed in the pupils of the Pale Lady, bright and dazzling, with a hint of cunning and insidiousness in her eyes.

"Then, let's decide the outcome here!"

As the Pale Lady's voice fell, many figures in black robes emerged from the underground castle.

They are the core members of the Black Rose.

Summoned urgently by the Pale Lady, they gathered in the underground castle, ready to destroy Swain and his power, completely turn the tide, and decide the final victory or defeat.

"Three to three?"

Huo Jixing's red-gold eyes swept across the underground castle, and then his eyes fell on the Pale Lady and others.

Swain and the Pale Lady confronted each other.

So, who should he choose?

He looked at Evelyn, who had a smile on her lips and the demon whip rope swaying behind her, and Iris hanging upside down on the dome.

"General Darius, you choose one first, who are you sure to fight against?"

Huo Jixing turned his head and looked at Darius beside him, giving him the right to choose.

Darius held the Black Cutter in his hand, and the world rune [Tyranny Fragment] was integrated into his body.

Huo Jixing had never fought with him, so he could not find out Darius's specific strength.

As for Huo Jixing himself.

Whether it was the ancient demon Evelyn or the believer of the Spider God Iris, they were not his opponents.