The Glory of Noxus

Chapter 471 Evil Little Mage Veigar

"No, I will not fail!"

The Raven Demon looked down at Swain, reverberating in the air like thunder, full of reluctance and anger.

The Raven's body, composed of shadows, was somewhat out of control, and the diffuse shadow power began to shrink and was forcibly sucked into his body.

He looked down at Swain, at the fragment of reverence that was surging with majestic magic, and fear appeared in the pupils of the shadow.

His experience was very similar to that of the Fire Demon Tyberk. After being backstabbed by Leblanc, they were sealed for a thousand years.

For a long time, they were imprisoned in the silver bottle, unable to move, and unable to perceive anything in the outside world.

Fortunately, he used the power of shadows to leave hope on a young noble.

And the young noble's name was

Jericho Swain!

Now, the Raven Demon has not had time to steal the body and taste the taste of freedom, and he will fall into sleep again.

He can even be sure that Swain will not let him wake up again.

This guy's coldness and indifference are definitely comparable to a real demon.

Therefore, the Raven Demon knew that he might really disappear in the darkness forever this time, and he would never be able to hear the sound of the wind again, and he would never be able to enjoy human emotions again.

But he also understood that he must not let such a thing happen.

He is a demon!

It is the Raven Demon!

How could he lose to an ordinary mortal!

Listening to the voice in his ear, Swain was indifferent and continued to use the power of the fragment of reverence.

The supreme reverence he won in the Noxian Empire was slowly transformed into a majestic rune power.

Although the demon power of the Raven Demon was very strong, there was still a clear gap when facing the world rune.

The secret of the world rune had long been buried in the long river of history, and few people knew about it.

Even in many ancient books of the Noxian Empire, there was no relevant record, only a few words mentioned the world rune.

However, these did not prevent Swain from using the power of the fragment of reverence.

People in Mount Targon can get the power of the stars by flattery.

Then, he looked much more noble by using the reverence of the Noxians.

Swain stared at the reverence fragment embedded in his body, and a strange glow bloomed, which was the reverence of countless Noxians for him.

Then he closed his eyes and felt the power in the reverence fragment flowing through his body.

Swain's mind was connected to the faith of the Noxian people, and their reverence was like an invisible bond, closely linking him with the entire empire.

With the continuous influx of the power of the reverence fragment, Swain was slowly suppressing the resistance of the raven demon and resealing it in his body.

It was just that the other party's will to resist, in Swain's eyes, was like an unarmed civilian.

Time seemed to pass very slowly.

But in the spiritual consciousness, it was only a few moments.

The ravenous crows above the sky were the best proof.

The ravenous crows that were wild and restless just now gradually calmed down, no longer attacking Annie, but surrounding Swain.

They were waiting.

Waiting for a new master!

The passing of the shadow vaguely represents the final result.

In the thunderstorm.

Huo Jixing seemed to be the god of thunder, sending down a deep purple sword of thunder to suppress Mordekaiser and his immortal army.

But he always paid attention to the situation around the soul shaft.

Tibers's loss of control was within his expectations.

His experience in the North made him realize that Tibers was an uncontrollable existence, so he gave Annie the amulet.

This is the rune mark he made in the way of the Suzaku Seal.

Katarina also has one in her hand, which is an amulet made in the way of the Azure Dragon Seal.

However, Swain's loss of control was completely beyond Huo Jixing's expectations.

He really didn't expect that the demon in Swain's body would wake up at this time, and was ready to steal Swain's body.

Huo Jixing turned his head to look at Mordekaiser, his eyes moved slightly, and his thoughts came to his mind.

Rumor has it that Mordekaiser has two demon pets, the Flame Demon and the Raven Demon.

Now, they have failed one after another.

But Modkaiser didn't seem to have any intention of leaving the underworld.

Under Huo Jixing's observation, Modkaiser's dark green eyes flashed with deep light, as if waiting for some important moment to come.

"It seems that all your plans have failed!"

Huo Jixing waved the spiritual wind in his hand and killed the immortal army that walked out of the ladder to heaven.

Modkaiser heard this, his eyes were gloomy.

He really didn't expect that his two demon pets would all fail.

After thousands of years of changes, they seemed to be completely unable to keep up with the times and lagged behind others everywhere.

Even if they have the power of demons, they still look so unbearable when facing mortals.

Huo Jixing vaguely saw Modkaiser's thoughts and laughed softly.

"If there is no other means, then your Majesty Modkaiser and your undead will stay in the underworld."

As Huo Jixing spoke, the sound of thunder became more and more rumbling, firmly blocking the passage between the underworld and the material world.

Modkaiser looked deeply at the thunder that was falling from the sky, ignoring his two demon pets, and his eyes fell on the black tower under his feet.

The towering black tower trembled slightly under the ravages of endless thunder, and many dark auras surrounded the tower.

"Suffering and torture make you stronger!"

Mordekaiser whispered softly, and the Nightfall in his hand turned around and hit the black tower like thunder on the ground.

Boom!

Night Meteor hit the black tower, and the green glow flickered on the surface of the hammer, smashing the steel tower body.

The black tower that symbolized Mordekaiser's power collapsed, sending shards of steel flying through the air and piercing nearby buildings.

Suddenly, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered.

The undead energy in the sky fled around in horror, revealing a huge rune array at the bottom of the black tower.

After the black tower that supplied the majestic necromantic energy was shattered, the rune array was shattering silently.

The rich dark power seeped out from the bottom of the rune circle and danced in the air, like a demon's arm, looking for prey.

Huo Jixing was originally very surprised by Mordekaiser's actions, but now he looked at the rune array hidden at the bottom of the black tower with solemn eyes.

He smelled the extremely rich dark power.

This power has reached the legendary limit, but it seems unstable?

Buzz! Buzz!

The rune circle was shattered, and the dark power that should have been banned surged out uncontrollably, washing away the ruins of the Black Tower.

Immediately afterwards, a short guy wearing armor that symbolized the immortal warlord walked out of the broken magic circle and appeared in Huo Jixing's field of vision.

The little guy was wearing a purple mage hat with a hole on the top of his head, and his long dark purple hair was flying in the wind.

The long brim of the hat covered his face, but his eyes, which were like orange stars, couldn't be hidden at all.

His eyes were flashing with doubts and confusion, as if he was wondering how he came out.

As he moved around, a strange purple robe engraved with ancient runes glowed dimly.

His hands were wearing ferocious steel gloves, covered with sharp blades and sharp spikes, and he was waving them around unconsciously.

"Yordles?"

Huo Jixing paused and stared at the Yodels in the ruins of the black tower.

For most people in Valoran, they will encounter a yordle rarely in their lives.

According to legend, the yordles live in Bandle City, a mysterious realm filled with weird trinkets and souvenirs collected from the material realm.

Although these wonderful creatures often live alongside mortal peoples for some time.

But they always return home with new stories and experiences.

Because their lives are too long, far longer than ordinary people and extraordinary beings.

"etc.!"

Huo Jixing looked at the yordle costumes in the ruins of the Black Tower. They were very consistent with the image of a hero in his previous life.

The evil little mage Vega!

"I smell death!"

Vega staggered as he walked on the ruins of the Black Tower, his eyes that seemed to be burning with flames showed a trace of confusion.

who is he? where is he from?

Did he have any other life before?

Why did he come to the underworld and be imprisoned under the black tower?

Many questions burden Vega's fragile mind, like the last flash before a total solar eclipse.

He looked at the necromantic energy around him, his confusion and doubts gradually faded away, and a touch of evil filled his pupils.

"Ah hahaha, I'm coming out, I'm coming out!"

Veigar laughed wildly, and the dark power around him set off a wave of terror, destroying ruined places and buildings.

He recalled his own experience, and the malice in his eyes seemed to materialize, permeating the air.

He entered Valoran during the Darkin War thousands of years ago.

At that time, the continent was devastated, and the only brilliance seemed to be the sky above our heads.

The scattered survivors looked up at the sky. The resurgence of research on ancient astral magic also attracted Veigar's interest.

In his imagination, he was already a master of this mysterious magic, so the yordle joined a group of mages in Nokxi, hoping to learn more skills from them.

They did not doubt this newcomer who was thirsty for knowledge, so Veigar taught them how to gain hope from the rules of the stars.

But while many are working hard to rebuild the world, others want to conquer it.

The ruthless warlord Mordekaiser leads his armies across the land, savaging and enslaving anyone who resists his rule.

And this group of mages who are not good at fighting are worthless to this tyrant.

Mordekaiser stood above them in his cursed armor, his sharp eyes falling on Veigar, recognizing his true yordle form.

He snatched Veigar away with an iron hand, dragged away the loot, and ordered the execution of the other mages.

"Yes, it's Mordekaiser!"

Vega looked up at the sky, and after seeing Mordekaiser and the underworld iron armor, the dark power was ready to move.

This guy imprisoned himself.

He remembered that first, in the heart of the Stone Fortress, Mordechai forced himself to use magic to achieve darker purposes.

In this hellish place, he is the only prisoner. This loneliness is the most terrible and cruel torture for the yordle.

Veigar was forced to cast many terrible spells, some of which strengthened his master's rule.

Others create terror simply for terror's sake.

Yes, terror seems to be the fuel of this dark empire.

Through unimaginable suffering, Veigar became a witness, forced to bear witness to Mordekaiser's evil deeds that granted him near-immortality.

And Mordekaiser knew that the yordles were more cunning and cunning than any mortal race.

Later, he used evil secrets to bind Veigar to the material plane, preventing him from escaping back to Bandle City.

"How long?"

Veigar didn't know if decades or centuries had passed since he was once imprisoned in darkness.

But he found that his magic and appearance began to distort accordingly.

Wei Jia looked down at his outfit and ugliness, disgust flashing in his eyes.

Originally, after Mordekaiser was plotted to persecute by his own men, Veigar thought that his nightmare reign was finally over.

But he underestimated the methods of the Wraith Warlord.

This guy actually escaped into the underworld and took himself into the underworld, bound under the dark steel black tower.

"Um?"

Wei Jia, who was thinking divergently, heard the words coming from his ears, and his voice was full of malicious sneers.

"Your orders bore me!"

"I will not obey your orders. On the contrary, I will completely tear you apart and let you taste the pain!"

In the dark cage, Veigar once vowed to use his only way to deal with the hateful Mordekaiser——

Instill fear into Mordekaiser and his legions with ruthless villainy.

Mordekaiser lowered his eyes and looked at Veigar, who was on the verge of losing control. He understood the Yodle's emotions very well.

After all, being imprisoned for thousands of years is enough to drive anyone crazy.

But Veigar can still maintain a certain degree of sanity and not be swallowed up by the darkness, which is enough to show the strength of Veigar's will.

There was no mercy in Mordekaiser's heart. This was not the reason for Veigar to disobey his orders.

A cold look flashed in his green eyes, and he clenched his right hand gently, preparing to teach the yordle who dared to resist a profound lesson.

"Ahhhhh!"

Weijia covered his heart, and a shrill wail sounded from the ruins of the black tower, piercing the sky.

His body had been coveted by Mordekaiser during countless years of imprisonment, and the pain deep into his bones made him unbearable.

The long life of the Yodels is something that no emperor can refuse.

Mordekaiser's ambition and greed made Veigar a victim.

Every painful torture seemed to remind him that his life no longer belonged to him.

"Damn it!"

Veigar curled up and lay trembling in the ruins, his flaming eyes staring at Mordekaiser fiercely.

His command and control made Vega feel suffocated, and every resistance was ruthlessly suppressed.

"If our roles were reversed, I would show you what cruelty is!"

Wei Jia thought silently in his heart, but at this moment, he had to bow his head.

Only obedience can temporarily escape the pain caused by Mordekaiser.

"Dear Lord Mordekaiser, I follow your orders, please stop!"

As the voice of prayer sounded, the pain on Weijia gradually subsided.

He took a deep breath and felt his body gradually return to normal.

Then, he stood up with difficulty and looked at the underground castle outside the underworld.