People are pirates, opening the era of games

What theory will they use to explain such a change in the color of heaven and earth?

Even the tyrants of the Titan Tribe rarely see my power with their own eyes.

Of course, no piece of land can bear the scars formed in that valley.Once my work is over, nothing can survive.

Even Pantheon, the incarnation of the protoss, is not immune.

I don’t know whether what I missed was her herself or her meaningless barking.

The dazzling doomsday light gradually dissipated, and the former mountains have collapsed into lava mixed with gravel, flowing along the original depression of the valley.This is the wound I left in this world.

A sudden burst of pain from the abominable crown pierced my body.I'm going to pay the price soon.

He raised his head, his eyes immersed in the tragic light of a dying star.

His heart clenched and his thoughts curled up.

A burst of overwhelming despair pierced the depths of my soul, and dark sadness swept over me instantly.

It's like you've lost the thing you cherish most in an instant, and you know that all the blame lies with you.

A long time ago, some curious creatures asked me why I could remember every star I cast.

If they had ever had the pleasure of experiencing what it takes to create even a star, they would understand that the stupidity of the question is astonishing.

When I watched my beloved creation dying at the end of its life, the energy she radiated was just like a piece of my own soul was missing.Heaven tolls the knell of her heat death.And she was splashing with sparks, and the light that bloomed for the last time even surpassed that of her other siblings.

My heart breaks into a thousand petals, because countless heavens are gradually failing because I have turned my power to serve the giant.

Pantheon's summons eventually returned a star.

This was the outcome of my unbridled rage and the crude sorcery I had to deal with.

Within seconds, they occupied my mind again and assigned a new task.Yet, however briefly, I have never enjoyed such freedom in any other world.

More importantly, I've learned where their flaws lie.

A small part of me has escaped, and it won't be long before I return to explore this mysterious source of energy and break free once and for all.

I turned into the spirit of war, curling and twisting in flesh bodies scattered throughout the universe.

It will not be happy if it loses its concrete spokesperson in this world.

However, a destined host has been chosen, and he will become the next generation of Pantheon.

It was a warrior of the Rakkor tribe. His tribe was entrenched at the foot of Mount Targon, absorbing its power like barnacles.

One day, I will meet this new Pantheon.Perhaps he would leave behind his absurd spear and come with a new weapon.

I sensed Pantheon's protoss relatives scattered in space.For a brief moment, their attention was focused on the world, watching their earthly incarnations being annihilated by the weapons of their choice.

Their confusion was mixed with growing desire.They fought against each other to gain control of me.How I wish I could see their expressions.

When I pulled away from this world called Runeterra, I felt an emotion budding that I had never seen in a giant.

It's because of fear. "

"I heard that, Thor has always wanted to see his Pantheon." Zoe said with a smile: "But now the God of War can't pass me!"

Zoe tilted her head as if sensing something, then said hello and left.

......

After experiencing these experiences, the merchant did not dare to move forward, so he used a special contact method to call for the beast cart for the journey.

Robin and Aphelios had no intention of going further up and got into the merchant's cart.

When he first met the businessman, his chatty behavior prevented Robin from paying attention to this guy's basic information.

There was no bump in the beast's carriage, and the merchant took a breath after learning where Aphelios and Robin really wanted to go.

Blessed Island!

It was a weird island, and most people didn't dare to go near it. It was said that the island was full of man-eating monsters.

"There is a legend that Elise, the Spider Queen, transformed into a spider there."

"Oh?!"

Robin didn't expect that the businessman also knew about Elise. The fat businessman looked stupid but actually knew a lot.

But that's all the businessman knew about Elise.

Before entering the League of Legends interpretation mode, Robin happened to play Elise and knew something about her.

Lady Elise was born into the Kythira family hundreds of years ago, one of the oldest bloodlines in Noxus. She quickly understood the power of beauty and used this power to sway the judgment of the weak.

When she reached marriageable age, she was pursued by Burhot, the heir to the Zaafan family.

Many people opposed their union, as it would unilaterally strengthen the power of House Kythira at the expense of House Zaafan.

But Elise took great pains to deceive her fiancé and played tricks on everyone who was unfavorable to her, and finally brokered the engagement.

What she didn't know was that this political marriage had been planned for many years, and it was the shadow force behind the scenes of the empire that arranged everything, and Burkholt was just a pawn in a huge game.

Even so, no one expected that Elise could control him so completely. Although he was still the apparent head of the family, anyone with a discerning eye could see who had the final say.

As time passed, his resentment grew deeper and deeper.

One night, during the usual cold silence of dinner, Burholt showed off his powers.

He poisons her drink, demands Elise withdraw from social affairs, and leaves him with actual power.

Elise knew that he would definitely bring the antidote with him, so she pretended to be a remorseful wife and begged her husband for forgiveness with tears.

Just when he seems convinced, she grabs a knife and stabs him in the heart.

Even with the antidote, Elise remained bedridden for weeks... and it was then that the Pale Lady came to her.

The mysterious mistress of the Black Rose told her about a secret society where trusted members would gain access to hidden knowledge and esoteric witchcraft.

In fact, the pale lady does not care who is in charge of the major nobles, she only cares whether the person in power is loyal to her.

Now that Elise has killed Burkholt as a puppet, she must prove her worth, otherwise a more suitable person will be found to replace her.

Faced with such a ladder of power, Elise joined the cabal with more enthusiasm than almost anyone before her.

She often meets with important members, exchanges resources and means, and weaves a complex web of interlocking strategies to thwart her opponents.

With the wealth of two families, few could compete with her, and she became increasingly adept at persuading others to do her bidding.

Finally, she learned that there was one thing that the Black Rose valued very much - the skull of the ancient warlord Sarn Uzul, which was said to have been hidden in Blessed Island a long time ago.

No, now it's called Shadow Island.

Eager to gain the Pale Lady's favor, Elise seeks out a debt-ridden and desperate captain who takes risks for money and takes her and a group of devout followers to the cursed city of Hylia.

They landed on a gray-white beach, and while searching in vain for the lost treasure, they suffered from the torment of vicious ghosts.

But Elise makes an unexpected discovery.

A long-forgotten creature has made its home in the lightless abyss beneath the city.

This round, chitinous monster was the Spider-god, the Vile Maw, which swooped out of the darkness to devour the interlopers, finally sinking its fangs into Elise's shoulder.

She fell to the ground howling and convulsing, the venom bringing about horrific changes to her body.

Her spine undulated involuntarily, and finally many spider legs penetrated the flesh on her back.

Finally, Elise, who could not breathe during the painful transformation, saw her new master standing tall in front of her.

In that moment, she had a wordless exchange with the Spider God, and then she fled back to the beach, her circuitous journey through the Twisted Jungle no longer bothered by the island's evil spirits.

Weeks later, when her ship returned to the Noxian capital in the dead of night, Elise had regained human form...

But besides her, there was no other living thing left on the ship.

Although the ancient warlord's skull contained no clues, the Pale Lady saw that what Elise had received was actually a dangerous gift.

A safe way to travel between Noxus and the Shadow Isles.

They hit it off immediately, and the Black Rose will provide Elise with a steady stream of stupid sacrifices to the Spider God, and in return, she will bring back any object with power from that dark, forbidden shore.

Elise once again returned to live in the neglected Zaafan family mansion, carefully creating an elusive and mysterious reputation.

Almost no one speculates on her true identity, but there are many bizarre rumors about her. It is said that she has ageless beauty, and that there is a terrifying and ferocious monster living deep in her dilapidated and dusty palace.

In the past few hundred years, as long as Elise felt the call of her gods, she would return to the land shrouded in black mist, bringing with her a fascinated suitor or others who could be easily manipulated. soul.

All the people who accompanied her there never returned.

On Dugu's boat, Elise remembered the previous scene.

Her most trusted mate spent several weeks at sea and actually didn't enjoy being at sea.

This left Marcus dizzy and weak, so he was grateful to be on dry land again.

A path stretches inland among the rugged basalt rocks on the coastline, its slippery and greasy surface making it very unstable underfoot.

The curved trees on both sides of the path were twisted and twisted, and yellow sap flowed from the scars on the black bark, as if some kind of animal had scratched the tree trunks in a panic.

The soft light flickers in the woods, attracting ignorant souls to their doom like will-o'-the-wisps in the swamp.

There were many things that looked like tattered cotton hanging down from the branches overhead. It took Marcus a while to realize that these were intricate spider webs.

The bushes on both sides of the path were covered with ferns like iron thorns, and some invisible creature made a rustling sound in the dark shadow of the jungle.

Probably the big rats that infested the ship followed them ashore.Marcus didn't see a complete mouse, but occasionally caught a glimpse of a round, furry body and heard the faint sound of paws on wood.

One thought that lingered in his mind was that these mice seemed to have too many more legs than normal mice.

The air on the island was salty and heavy, and the delicate robes and leather boots on his body were covered with a layer of moisture.

He held an incense box under his nose, but it still couldn't cover up the stench that permeated the island. This stench reminded him of when he was at home, and every time the sea breeze blew, it would bring corpses from the corpse pit outside the Noxus city wall. Get this smell.

Thinking of home, he suddenly felt uneasy.The orgies in the tombs deep beneath the city had indeed made him feel the delicious rush of guilt, his reward for following the mark of the black petals blooming.In the dark tomb, he and his companions gathered together and became believers.

That's where she waited.

He looked forward, hoping to catch a glimpse of her charming figure. It was this woman's words that brought so many people to this place.

He caught a glimpse of scarlet silk and a voluptuous waist, and then the mist seeping from the woods obscured his sight.

He had listened with excitement to her description of the teachings of the ancient gods that he believed in, and he had been ecstatic to learn that he and thirty others had been chosen to accompany her on this pilgrimage. ?

When they set foot on the cargo-laden galleon under the cover of midnight, with the hooded helmsman watching them silently, everything seemed like a wonderful adventure, but it was so far away from Noxus. His enthusiasm began to fade.

Marcus stopped and turned to look at the road behind him.

His fellow pilgrims pushed past him and moved on, like a herd of blank-eyed cattle lining up for the butcher's knife in the killing chamber.

What happened to them?The helmsman was the last, floating lightly on the road as if his feet were floating in the air.

The robe on his body was rising and falling, and Marcus suddenly felt a heart-wrenching fear in his chest, wanting to stay as far away from this figure with a strange aura as possible.

He turned around and found himself face to face with her.

"Elise..." he said, feeling out of breath.

He instinctively wanted to push her aside and escape from this horrible place, but her intoxicating dark charm overcame all resistance.

His disgust dissipated so quickly that he wasn't even sure he felt any.

"Marcus," Elise said, hearing his name leave her divine lips sending a jolt of joy down his spine.

Her charm hooked him tightly, and he savored every inch of her perfect body.