The Glory of Noxus

In the empty audience hall.

The dim candlelight lit up, reflecting the neat and smooth black marble floor.

At the top of the stone steps, Mordekaiser sat on the throne leisurely, looking around with a rebellious look.

The iron backrest behind him stretched up steeply, turning into spikes pointing to the sky.

The surface of the throne base was engraved with sharp characters in the shape of Ochen language.

Accompanied by Mordekaiser's gaze.

The air in the audience hall was almost solidified, and the heavy and cold breath that was almost tangible was quietly permeated.

Along with it, there were also many wailing sounds of souls.

They were the souls left behind by his previous killings.

They were also his spoils of war.

Under the seal of the necromancy, these souls who barely qualified to appear were bound in the throne and could not be freed.

Mordekaiser listened to the wailing of these souls, which echoed in his ears like the most beautiful music, making him intoxicated.

After a while.

Mordekaiser's eyes fell on a mage soul below.

He remembered that this was a member of the mage group under Leblanc, who had a very high attainment in the field of magic runes.

Seeing Mordekaiser's return, the mage soul's slightly confused face showed an expression of disbelief.

He seemed to be recalling something, perhaps his memories before his death, or perhaps the fear of the upcoming fate.

Without waiting for him to make a sound, Mordekaiser stretched out his hand and pulled the mage soul in front of him.

"I remember you, mortal mage, you once united your mage war group to protect your secret book!"

"How did you come back? Did the Pale Lady and the others fail?" The mage soul uttered a few words with difficulty, looking horrified.

In their plan, Mordekaiser should have lost control of the Underworld Iron Armor and been expelled from the material world by them.

But now, Mordekaiser appeared again in the Immortal Bastion, and possessed the terrifying power to control the soul.

"The Pale Lady? Is that Leblanc's fake name?" Mordekaiser instantly knew who the Pale Lady was in the mouth of the mage's soul.

With Leblanc's unique illusion magic, it can indeed be done easily.

Or, Leblanc may be just one of her many aliases.

"Forget it, you don't know much with your stupid look."

Mordekaiser was not interested, and grasped the mage's neck with his hand, gently tightening it.

Bang!

The mage's soul shattered, and waves of dark green ghost energy merged into the throne base.

Mordekaiser stood up and looked around.

The souls in the audience hall looked at the terrifying figure in their memories, and they were silent, not daring to make a sound.

"Stupidity means failure, and your faults will be settled one by one when I reign over the Valoran continent."

He looked at all the souls and read a string of words in the indescribable language of the dead.

The living are sad,

shed their flesh and blood,

and all belong to me.

Then, Mordekaiser stepped lightly on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the souls in the audience hall slowly rose up, whirling in the hall.

Finally, they were thrown into his body.

Mordekaiser lowered his eyes, watching them merge into his body, and a cruel pleasure emerged in his heart.

He opened his arms, as if embracing the empire under his feet and the world of the living.

"Two kills, three rebirths!"

"My return means the demise of the betrayer!"

But before that, Mordekaiser still needs Leblanc to inject enough necromancy energy into the underworld armor.

He stepped on the clear marble floor and walked out of the hall, ready to return to the soul shaft of the underground castle.

This empire still has a familiar taste.

When he returns, everything here will be restored to the way he remembers.

And he will have the rune magic of the underworld, the spiritual realm and the mortal world at the same time to reshape this world.

All the souls of Runeland are looking forward to the beginning of his reign.

Dark clouds obscured the moonlight at night.

Mordekaiser returned to the Castle of Gulans silently, preparing to return to the Soul Shaft.

Suddenly!

In the silent passage, Mordekaiser stopped and frowned.

He stared into the distance and smelled a strange and dangerous soul power.

Then, not far away, a white and strange figure came into his sight.

The plush body was sitting on the steel door, and the feet were gently swinging, ignoring the material of the iron door, swaying back and forth.

As if noticing the breath of Mordekaiser's soul, the sheep spirit turned his head and looked at the tall figure in the shadow.

"I smell a familiar breath on you, the breath of death in the underworld."

The voice of the sheep spirit was very light.

But after hearing this, Mordekaiser's eyes condensed, and a huge wave surged in his heart.

But just one glance, can you directly see his origin?

Mordekaiser's eyes were dim as he scanned the innocent white figure in front of him.

Looking closely, this guy looked like a weak lamb standing upright, but he had extraordinary wisdom and gave him a very dangerous feeling.

Wait

Mordekaiser's eyes fell on the silver-white longbow in the Lamb's hand, and he faintly sensed the breath of the spiritual realm.

Suddenly, he realized that the Lamb in front of him was not a creature in the material realm.

"Things are getting more and more interesting." Mordekaiser whispered softly.

In addition to Leblanc, there are also beings in the spiritual realm who are eyeing the power of the underworld.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

"Me? I am Lamb, the guardian of death." Lamb answered gently.

"Someone is stealing the power of death. I am here to find the thief and send his soul to the afterlife."

Mord Caesar fell silent after hearing this.

Just as he was hesitating whether to take action, a low voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Do you want to take action?"

Behind Morde Caesar, Wolf Spirit appeared with a gray mist-like body.

He was attached to the dome of the passage, looking down at the restless Morde Caesar with a tyrannical look, as if he could launch an attack at any time.

"Who is it?"

Mord Caesar's heart trembled, and he immediately looked up and saw Wolf Spirit wrapped in gray mist.

"Is this. Wolf?"

He first looked at the floating Wolf Spirit, and then his eyes moved again, looking at Lamb Spirit sitting on the door, and an incredible thought arose in his heart.

Eternal Hunter Twins · Kindred!

According to myths, they are the spirits that control death, independent of each other, but never separated.

And now, they actually appeared in front of him.

Bang!

Without any hesitation, Mordekaiser decisively destroyed the separated consciousness.

The dark green ghost body shattered and disappeared in the passage, erasing the trace of its existence.

Obviously, the appearance of Wolf Spirit and Lamb Spirit made Mordekaiser feel unprecedented pressure.

"Huh, he seems to have run away?"

The Lamb Spirit, who had been watching from the sidelines, jumped down from the steel door and came to the place where Mordekaiser disappeared, frowning.

The Wolf Spirit followed closely behind, and when it fell, it was like a gray snake wrapped in mist, circling around the Lamb Spirit.

"Little Lamb, he can't run away!"

The Wolf Spirit raised his blue eyes and looked in the direction of the underground castle, with a cunning look in his eyes.

"He is my prey!"

[Mark of Kindred]!

It turned out that when the wolf spirit just touched Mordekaiser's soul consciousness, it had already cleverly left a mark.

This means that no matter where Mordekaiser escapes, he can't get rid of the wolf spirit's tracking.

He will follow the mark and hunt Mordekaiser under the bowstring.

"Dear evil wolf, let's continue to move forward."

Lamb spirit grasped the silver-white longbow tightly and jumped into the depths of the passage.

"Destiny is today, hunt those who steal the power of death!"

The wolf spirit followed silently, and the eyes behind the mask looked at Lamb spirit lovingly.

Underworld, Mitna Lachen

In the dark black tower.

As the black fog disappeared, the underworld iron armor in the rune array suddenly darkened, as if it had lost the luster of life.

Mordekaiser slowly came back to his senses, and worry appeared in his deep green eyes.

For him, annihilating the separated consciousness was a simple matter, and it was not worth his excessive consideration.

Because, as long as there is enough soul energy, he can frequently separate consciousness.

The most important thing now is

The Eternal Hunter Twins · Kindred!

The spirit symbolizing death has quietly awakened at this moment.

Their existence is not only the guardian of the underworld, but also the messenger of death.

What makes Modkaiser even more uneasy is that Kindred seems to be pursuing the breath of the soul of the underworld.

This is not a good thing for him.

The underworld empire has been built, and he will be able to rule the underworld and the human world as long as he returns to the material world one day.

But the appearance of Kindred casts an indelible shadow on his heart.

In Modkaiser's long life, there are very few existences that can pose a threat to him.

Kindred is one of them!

"Don't be impatient. With so many people spying on the power of death in the underworld, Leblanc will definitely not be able to sit still."

Modkaiser looked at the gradually solidified underworld armor in front of him and whispered softly.

With Leblanc's character, how could she easily let others reap the fruits of a plan that had been plotted for a thousand years?

It was also at this moment.

Mordekaiser seemed to sense something, closed his eyes, and extended his spiritual power to the limit through the connection of the underworld armor.

Subtle energy fluctuations came from the depths of the soul shaft, like an ancient call, penetrating the barrier between the two worlds and touching his soul.

"Has it started?"

Mordekaiser murmured to himself, with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice, which was a desire and expectation for the arrival of fate.

In his hazy vision, he could vaguely see the soul energy surging, filling the shaft like a tide.

"It seems that the battle in the underground castle is about to end, and the final result is not what you want."

Mordekaiser's eyes showed a proud satisfaction, as if he had foreseen the ending.

He knew Leblanc too well. The relationship between the two was complicated, full of mutual temptation and competition.

Without complete certainty, Leblanc would not act so rashly.

Especially when it comes to something as important as connecting to the underworld armor.

Every decision Leblanc makes must be carefully considered to see if it will succeed.

But now the situation is out of control, and Leblanc has made her own ‘wrong’ choice.

Underground castle, above the dome.

The majestic energy surges like a raging wave, leaving hideous marks on the solid stone wall.

The aftermath of the battle raged, impacting the surrounding space, and coupled with the diffuse black fog, it was no longer possible to see Huo Jixing and the Spider God and their figures.

Occasionally, red-gold flames and green-green light would light up in the gray and thick mist, like a glass illusion, telling everyone how fierce this battle was.

Puff!

The red-gold sword light passed through, piercing through the restless and surging black fog, and slashed the black spider legs with incomparable precision.

The hard hair on the surface of the spider legs and the shiny shell were instantly shattered under the red-gold sword light.

Under the cracked shell, the internal structure revealed was astonishing, it was almost materialized dark energy.

They intertwined into a web inside the spider legs, forming an aggregate of the will of the Spider God to descend.

However, when these dark energies encountered the burning of the Nanli Fire, they quickly melted and dissipated like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun.

At the same time, accompanied by the burst of brilliant sword light, the spider legs that looked like sharp spears were directly annihilated.

"Roar!"

The angry roar of the Spider God came from the thick black fog.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Huo Jixing, who was holding the spiritual wind. His blood-red eyes were full of anger, and he wanted to completely engulf the star spirit talent in front of him.

But now he is in trouble.

After a fierce battle.

The spider body of the Spider God, which was like a mountain, was slightly dim, and the darkness surrounding it became fainter as it was consumed.

Affected, the spider body was no longer as solid as before, and many sword marks were all over the body.

From a distance, the red-gold flames climbed on the spider body, like mottled starlight, jumping and burning in the darkness.

Huo Jixing ignored the anger in the blood-red eyes of the Spider God, danced with the spiritual wind, and drew out flaming sword flowers.

Each sword flower swayed and fell, leaving fatal marks on the body of the Spider God.

After a simple battle, he had tested the strength of the Spider God's will, which was almost at the peak of the legend.

Coupled with the pressure of the gods, it is absolutely a crushing existence for ordinary legendary powerhouses.

However, for Huo Jixing, whose all attributes have reached the legendary limit.

Such strength can only force him to start the posture of Suzaku and Qinglong.

It is not as much as the pressure brought by the Desert Emperor Azir.

After Azir was resurrected, he raised the sun disc again, allowing the ascension power in his body to gradually reach its peak.

Even Huo Jixing had to admit Azir's strength.

Huo Jixing exhaled lightly and stared at the restless Spider God with a slightly cold look in his eyes.

If the power of the Spider God this time is like this, then he will end this battle.

Because at this moment, an invisible danger rose from the depths of Huo Jixing's heart.

The breath of the underworld in the air became more and more intense, several times more intense than before.

It was even rising slowly, as if people were in the land of death.

Obviously, something he didn't know was happening.

Huo Jixing's eyes fell on the Spider God, trying to find the answer.

But the Spider God just waved his black spider legs and chopped him down, without giving him any clues.

"If it's not you, then it can only be the Pale Lady!"