The Glory of Noxus

Chapter 478 Soul Shepherd Yorick

"Is this the power of the Ruined King?"

The dark fog that permeated the Shadow Island could not cover the shovel man's eyes that were like burning flames.

He hesitated in his heart, as if he was asking himself, and as if he was asking this ancient cursed land.

Then, his eyes passed through the endless black fog and looked directly at the core area of ​​the Shadow Island.

In the collapsed ruins, a familiar and unfamiliar power was slowly reviving, full of the breath of destruction and rebirth.

"It's him, definitely him!"

At this moment, the shovel man's calm face was rippled, and a firm look appeared in his eyes.

In the past thousand years, he had felt the breath of the Ruined King's revival many times.

Every time made his heart beat faster, hope and despair intertwined.

However, no matter how he looked, he could not find the place where the Ruined King was.

The breath of the Ruined King was like an untouchable light, always disappearing without a trace when he was about to approach.

Now, the breath of the Ruined King reappears due to the space channel.

This may be a turning point for the Shovel Man to fight against the curse. He will never give up the exploration, even if there are traps.

Since the Blessed Light Island experienced a catastrophe and turned into the Shadow Island, he has become the last survivor.

It can't be said to be a curse or a blessing. He has the ability to control the dead.

But imprisoned with him on the Shadow Island are only rotten corpses and the dead spirits hidden in the black fog, screaming all day long.

Although those undead and ghosts want to turn him into the same kind, they can't hurt him.

The Shovel Man does not think that these undead and ghosts are evil.

On the contrary, he thinks they are just lost and need help to find the way to the other side.

Because he is the only one who can see these souls, he took the initiative to shoulder the responsibility of the guide.

The Shovel Man will wander around various areas of the Shadow Island, looking for lost souls.

He will accompany the undead and ghosts to complete the last journey of death, and use the grave shovel in his hand to open the road to the eternal other side of the channel to guide them.

At the same time, he knew that every soul had its own story and past.

So he listened patiently and gave them comfort and encouragement.

But there were too many undead and ghosts in the Shadow Isles. They withered and decayed in the black fog until they fell.

The former humans, animals, and even plants all turned into ugly, wight-like forms.

Facing the endless death around him, the shovel man felt his insignificance and powerlessness.

He listened to the whistling wind in his ears, which was the wailing of countless dead souls. The grave shovel in his hand was already covered with dust and blood, struggling with the despair that enveloped the Shadow Isles.

However, fate did not seem to completely abandon this poor man.

When he bid farewell to these undead and ghosts, he slowly guessed the cause of the disaster that swept the Blessed Light Island.

A king came here to resurrect his queen, but accidentally destroyed the archipelago and everything on it.

Therefore, the shovel man hoped to find this ruined king and reverse the black fog curse of the Shadow Isles.

To this day, he has never forgotten the cult he once belonged to, nor has he forgotten what his fellow disciples looked like before they turned into ghosts.

They taught him the ways of the Twilight Brotherhood and the true meaning of their attire.

Although they isolated him because of their abilities, they gave him a new goal in life when he was lost at the time.

The shovel man's memory gradually became clear, and he also remembered his name -

Shepherd of Souls Yorick!

"Huh, the last hope of the archipelago!"

Yorick took a deep breath and tightly grasped the ancient grave shovel in his hand.

This is his only companion and the only weapon he can rely on in this dead silence.

Then Yorick turned and left the hill, slowly walking towards the core area of ​​the Shadow Isles.

The king's palace, the sanctuary of the cult, and the pool carrying the holy water of the Blessed Isles.

All these secrets and causes and effects are entangled in the final place.

Yorick's figure was slightly hunched and lonely in the black fog, but his firm steps told of his determination.

As he gradually went deeper into the core area of ​​Shadow Island, the surrounding black fog became thicker and thicker, like a tangible tentacle, trying to block his way forward.

But Yorick was not intimidated. He held the grave shovel tightly in his hand and used it as his compass to guide the direction.

At the same time, with the appearance of the breath of the Ruined King, many terrifying beings in Shadow Island became agitated.

They looked at the center of the island, and just by looking at it, Shadow Island was surging in an instant.

The horned head flashed with netherfire, and the soul-guiding lamp and sickle hook in his hand ignited emerald green flames. When he walked, the rusty key on his waist made a scratching sound.

The immortal soul, the end of the perfidious death hunter opened his eyes, looked in the direction of the king, and held the soul javelin in his hand tightly.

The messenger of Shadow Island stood in front of the dark black fog. When he sensed the breath of the Ruined King, he began to sing an elegant eulogy, praising the glory of death.

It was also a silent prayer for the coming chaos.

In the center of the Black Mist, the lonely Yodel wanders in the thick fog, in his own little world, playing with his shadow carefree, letting the curse nearby stir.

The core area of ​​the Shadow Isles.

This was once an ancient and mysterious land, but now it has fallen into endless darkness and fog.

The past glory and civilization are buried in the ruins along with the ruined sanctuary.

From afar, the dark black fog lingers between the collapsed buildings, like an eternal tombstone, standing in the land surrounded by the islands.

Deep underground in the sanctuary, an empty and silent pool witnesses the passing years.

On the turbid and filthy water, a few black fallen leaves float, and their veins are clearly visible.

At the edge of the pool, mosses and vines grow on the cracked stone walls, intertwining with each other, leaving mottled traces.

Suddenly, a low and hoarse voice quietly echoed above the silent underground, as if just waking up from a deep sleep.

"The power of the world rune!"

"Someone is using the power of the world rune in Shadow Island!"

As the voice echoed, ripples appeared on the calm water surface.

Then, dark black fog surged from all directions, as if to meet the king.

They squeezed the turbid water surface, revealing the light of hope buried at the bottom.

Buzz!

The emerald green light swayed, stained and soaked the water surface, reflecting an extremely pale face.

White hair fell on the forehead, and a pair of emerald eyes stared at the light.

It was called light, but it was actually a slightly broken, candle-like strange object.

Even if the appearance was broken, it still couldn't hide the almost endless rune energy inside.

"Hope.!"

"Since the power of hope is not enough, then look for more world rune power!"

The white-haired man walked out of the black fog, reached out to touch the light of hope, and gently stroked it.

Then, endless dark black fog surged out of his cruel heart that had long been shattered.

Like a gentle wind, it swept away the turbidity on the water surface and reproduced the holy spring water that once carried Fuguang Island.

"Whatever the cost, no matter what."

"All atrocities, but only for merit."

The firm and crazy love ignited the desire and action of the white-haired man, and the wild and restless black fog destroyed everything it touched.

"I will take you back from the bloody mouth of death, and no one can disobey!"

"Even fate!"

The cold and low voice resounded through the ruined sanctuary, and a faint green sword light rose into the sky.

The king's order was issued, and all the undead ghosts surged around, intending to search the Shadow Isles for the power of the world rune.

A corner of the capital of Noxus.

The crimson sunset glow was like a silk cloth spread on the sky, covering the city in a warm color.

In the three-story building in the officers' residential area.

In the silent house, Heini had been staying quietly, seemingly waiting for an important moment.

When he heard the sound of the door opening, Heini rushed out of the room quickly, with a flash of expectation in his eyes.

He looked at the door, saw a familiar figure, scratched the back of his head and grinned.

"Don't smile foolishly, Heini, go get some food, I'm starving!"

Annie leaned out half of her body from behind Huo Jixing, looked at Heini's honest face, wrinkled her cute nose and said.

Her fair little hand tightly held Huo Jixing's warm big hand, as if she was reluctant to let go.

"Okay!"

Haini, who was completely relaxed, smiled and nodded to Huo Jixing and Annie, turned and ran to the kitchen.

In just a moment, a blazing fire ignited in the kitchen, and the aroma of food filled the room.

Heini operated various kitchen utensils very skillfully and prepared every dish carefully.

And in the quiet living room.

Annie held Tibers, who had turned into a teddy bear, in one hand and the lazy snow-white Poro in the other hand, sitting on Huo Jixing's lap.

Her face was filled with a happy and satisfied smile, as if she had found the safest haven in the world.

Huo Jixing rubbed Annie's head helplessly and let her sit.

Although he had been guarding the space channel for several days in a row, he did not feel any mental fatigue.

As a result, Swain and Darius insisted that he rest for a while.

In this way, Huo Jixing got a short vacation and returned to his residence.

As for Heini, as a sword boy, he was influenced by Huo Jixing and did not participate in the military operations of the Trifalli Council.

Instead, he stayed in his residence and waited for Huo Jixing's return silently.

When the sumptuous dinner was ready, Heini brought the food to the table.

Huo Jixing and Annie left the living room and sat around the table, enjoying the food and the rare reunion time.

They talked about the black rose that had become a thing of the past and shared some things that happened in the underground castle.

Time passed slowly like fine sand, silently.

When night fell, the lights of the capital gradually lit up, embellishing the night sky that ended the chaos.

Annie couldn't bear it anymore, her eyelids were fighting frequently. After stretching, she let Huo Jixing hold her and walked to her pink room.

Huo Jixing gently put Annie on the bed, then slowly left the room, returned to his bedroom, and entered deep meditation.

The fierce battle in the underground castle brought him many unprecedented experiences and insights.

Especially the ability of Xuanwu Xingxiu, which touched the underworld and souls, let him study it well so that he could master it better in the future.

The next morning.

Huo Jixing woke up from deep meditation, and the Ren and Gui water like black mercury soaked his eyes and disappeared into his pupils.

"The Xuanwu Constellation has just opened, and many innate abilities have not yet appeared. More essence is needed."

Huo Jixing murmured softly, preparing to mention it to Swain and go to the imperial treasure house again.

He will select some unimportant magic rune items to break down and use them to open the Xuanwu Constellation.

Boom! Boom!

A light knock on the door brought Huo Jixing back to his thoughts.

After he stood up and opened the door, he saw Heini coming over, holding a letter sealed with lacquer in his hand.

"This is the letter sent by the Leiser Guard Corps, ready to be handed over to you." Heini said.

"Yeah." Huo Jixing nodded.

He has not forgotten his identity. He is the leader of the Leiser Guard Corps, and someone will send news regularly every day.

This letter will contain important information about the empire, and may also be an important decision of the Trifari Council.

Returning to the desk, Huo Jixing wiped off the paint, opened the letter, and took out the letter paper inside.

The content on the letter is not much, but it is very important. It is related to the Black Rose and the subsequent purge operations of the Trifali Council.

LeBlanc disappeared without a trace after escaping from the underground castle.

Even the core members of Black Rose are unable to contact her, as if she never existed.

Obviously, LeBlanc is ready to abandon these core members left in the capital.

Believing that they had betrayed the Order, they had fallen into the arms of the Trifari Council.

The Empire, on the other hand, does not expect to be able to surround and kill LeBlanc through the imprisoned core members of the Black Rose.

Their goals are more lofty, aiming to exploit the complex web of relationships within Black Rose.

Conduct a thorough purge inside and outside the empire, and completely eradicate the black rose that has pierced the blood of the empire.

This goal is destined to be extremely difficult.

Since the beginning of Imperial records, there have been many great Noxian commanders with similar goals, only to have them all fail.

Huo Jixing couldn't help but think of Swain and Darius.

They are the most important pillars of the empire, leading the empire forward with their firm character and unyielding faith.

With their characters, for the future of the empire, and for their beliefs, they will definitely erase the Black Rose.

Huo Jixing let out a breath, slowly closed the letter in his hand, and fell into deep thought.

For him, although LeBlanc's strength is good, she is not his opponent at all.

Just because of her special ability, she was unable to kill the opponent in the underground castle.

What Huo Jixing cares most about is the iron-armored ghost Mordekaiser and the underworld empire he established.

This is the true threat to the Noxian Empire.

In the battle in the underground castle, if Qian Jue hadn't unexpectedly appeared, the final outcome would have been uncertain.

"Fire demon, raven demon!"

Huo Jixing tapped his fingers on the table, thinking of Mordekaiser's two demon pets.

Their defeat was not just an individual defeat, but also subtly changed the direction of the underground castle battle.

The consciousness of the flame demon Tybok was firmly suppressed by Tibos after being severely damaged by the fire of Nanli.

Perhaps it won't be long before Tibbers will completely replace Tybok and become the new flame demon.

The fate of the raven demon is even more miserable.

As the leader of Noxus, Swain had already calculated all his actions.

Not long after the Raven Demon woke up, before he could enjoy the taste of freedom, he was sealed by the power of [Fragments of Reverence].

Together with his consciousness, he was completely defeated, and the accumulated demonic power became the nutrient for Swain to improve his strength.

"Yordle, evil little mage Vega, spiritual realm."

The picture of Weijia escaping from the material realm and returning to the spiritual realm appeared in Huo Jixing's mind.

"Is Bandle City in the spiritual realm?"

Where is the hometown of the yordles?

Regarding this issue, people in Valoran have different opinions.

However, there are records within the empire that Bandle City exists in a strange magical world that transcends the material realm.

It is also the so-called spiritual realm.

Huo Jixing stood up and came to the window, looking at the busy streets and the hard-working Noxians.

The Empire is heading in a good direction.

Neither he nor Swain nor Darius would allow anyone to drag the empire into the abyss.

"LeBlanc, Mordekaiser!"