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Her body was angular and her scarlet hair was as shiny as silk, just like the aristocratic lady he once knew.

The jade mouth, red lips and bright black pupils dragged him into the net, promising him the ecstasy moment he was about to experience.

A purple, black and scarlet cloak was draped over her shoulders, held in place by an eight-claw brooch.The cloak rippled, but no wind blew.

"What's the matter, Marcus?" she said.

The sweet aroma of her voice soothed his fears like essential oil.

"I need you to be at peace. You're very at peace now, aren't you, Marcus?"

"Yes, Elise," he said. "I feel at peace."

"Good. I wouldn't be happy if you didn't feel at peace when we're so close."

Marcus immediately panicked at the thought of upsetting her and fell to his knees.He held her legs with his hands. Her limbs were slender and slender, as white as jade, smooth and cold to the touch.

"As you are told, ma'am," he said.

She looked down at him and smiled.For a moment, Marcus thought he saw something long and smooth writhing strangely beneath her cloak.

He felt strange and disgusted, but he didn't care at all.She hooked his chin with sharp black nails and asked him to stand up.A stream of blood trickled down his neck, but he ignored it and continued to move forward, following her back.

He followed willingly, all other thoughts fading away except the thought of making her happy and content.

The woods thinned away, and the road led them to a steep rock face, the markings carved on it were worn away by wind, but still made his eyes sting.

There was a dark hole in the base of the rock wall, like a vile throat, and Marcus's persistence was shaken, and he suddenly felt a burst of fear in his heart.

Elise called him in, but he couldn't resist.

The interior of the cave was eerily dark and suffocatingly warm, with a sticky heat that smelled like the entrails of a slaughterhouse.

There was a voice in his heart screaming at him to run away and get away from this terrifying place, but his feet refused to obey and led him step by step deeper into the cave.

A drop of liquid fell from a high place and landed on his face. The instant burning pain made him flinch suddenly.

He looked towards the ceiling and saw a pale, maggot-shaped thing hanging from it, swinging wildly as if trying to break free.

Through the translucent surface of the newly weaved web, a human face screamed in silent terror, the suffocating silver web enveloping all sound and fear.

"What is this place?" he asked, the veil of deception peeling away around him.

"This is my temple, Marcus," Elise said as she reached out to untie the eight-claw brooch from her shoulder and let the cloak fall to the floor. "This is the lair of the Spider God."

Her shoulders squirmed slightly, and two pairs of slender chitinous legs stretched from the flesh of her back.

Slender, black and with sharp claws at the end.

Two pairs of insect legs lifted Elise into the air, and a huge, weird evil shadow emerged from the black shadow behind her.

Several huge insect legs dragged its corrupted body, and the dim light behind the cave reflected countless light spots on the surface of its many eyes.

This gigantic spider has a fat, fuzzy body covered in moist mutants.

Its nightmarish appearance brought intense fear, shattering Elise's last hold on Marcus, and he began to escape towards the cave entrance, her cruel laughter ringing in his ears.

The sticky cobwebs formed thick ropes, clinging to the rocks around him.

The sticky threads stuck to his flailing limbs, and his speed became slower and slower because more and more spider threads were wrapped around his body.

He heard the clatter of clawed feet against the rock as he chased after her, and wept as he thought of her reaching out to touch him.

But the web she had spun continued to wrap around him, when something sharp pierced his shoulder cleanly.

Marcus fell to his knees, the paralyzing poison spreading in his body, turning his body into a cage, imprisoning his soul.

A dark shadow loomed over him, and the silent helmsman spread his hands.

He screamed as he watched the helmsman's hooded robe scattered on the ground. What was inside was not a human being at all, but a densely packed human shape formed by countless small spiders.

They surrounded him, his screams were muffled into coughs and moans, they crawled into his mouth, into his ears, and dug into the depths of his eyes.

Elise swung above him, the worm feet behind her supporting her in the air.

She was no longer seductive, or even human.Her aura burned with an intense hunger that never ended.Her terrifying spider-god loomed, lifting him from the ground with her sharp jaws.

"You must die now, Marcus," Elise said.

"Why...?" he managed to ask with his last breath.

Elise smiled, her mouth now filled with needle-like teeth.

"To keep me alive."

The sharp spider teeth pierced his body...

"A person who kills without blood should not only have a sharp sword but also be beautiful."

And the manipulator of all this is Mrs. Rose.

As the leader of the Black Rose, LeBlanc's identity is as elusive as the rumors about her, and as fleeting as the illusions that give her form.

Maybe even she herself doesn't know her identity, after all, she has been imitating and deceiving for hundreds of years...

The founders of the Black Rose are the remnants of a group of ancient orders that have a history much older than Noxus. The later Black Roses have been secretly plotting and controlling for hundreds of years, constantly attracting the powerful to join their ranks.

While few members of the Black Rose learn the origins of their leader, many have discovered the legend of the Pale Witch.

It is said that she helped the disintegrating barbarian tribes fight against the infamous Iron Wraith, who made the land already ravaged by the darkspawn even more desolate.

To this day, people still dare not speak his name out loud: Mordekaiser.

He was once one of the core members of Iron Armor Wraith. He had unique skills, but also had the seeds of betrayal against him.

The sorcerer vowed to defuse the Immortal Citadel, the source of his power, and cut him off from the well of death, thereby draining the nightmarish empire of its power.

However, although the barbarians later built their empire around the fortress, they did not realize that the arcane mysteries it contained were not completely sealed off from the world.

The Pale Witch had always had a gift for illusions, and her greatest trick was to make all of Noxus forget that dark power surged at its own center.

Later, all records about her disappeared into history during the Rune Wars.

The purpose of the Black Rose's current existence is to seize ulterior interests for those who have the ability to control this magic, and at the same time hide themselves in the daily identities of ordinary nobles. These people are attracted by the rumors of miracles. Then he was enslaved and used ruthlessly.

Even the most powerful military commanders can only serve the real power holders of this secret society, and within them, the power holders will fight against each other in overt and covert games of conspiracy and conquest. Their battlefields were within the Noxian capital city and extended beyond the borders.

For hundreds of years, LeBlanc has been secretly advising dignitaries abroad, appearing in many countries at the same time, using her illusions to disrupt order and create chaos.

There are rumors that a woman will be promoted to the new leader in each generation, but this answer will only lead to more questions - which one is the "real" one?

When she speaks, is it really her own voice?

What price must be paid in exchange for her favor?

Brown Darkwill can answer the second question.

Although the Black Rose helped him win the throne, he refused to accept the Black Rose's hand-picked advisors into the Council, so LeBlanc took the extreme measures necessary.

She manipulated a young nobleman, Jericho Swain, into uncovering the secret society's involvement, and LeBlanc later allowed herself and several other most important conspirators to be executed...

At least on the surface she was executed.It wasn't long before she came into contact with Darkwill herself, only to find that he was becoming increasingly paranoid and fearful of his mortal fate.

LeBlanc promised him the secret of immortality, and she began to slowly poison Darkwill's mind while giving him powerful abilities.

Under his rule, Noxus' worship of power reached an ominous level, and they later engineered Swain's saga to end in disgrace on the battlefields of Ionia.

But Swain gained immense courage from the forbidden knowledge within the Everlasting Fortress, and he did something completely unexpected, successfully dethroning Darkwill from the throne and claiming Noxus as his own. have.

The new general didn't care about his reputation in the eyes of the world, only about the glory of the empire - such a man was difficult to corrupt.

After countless centuries, LeBlanc asked herself, had her old enemy finally appeared?

Her actions have repeatedly pushed Runeterra to the brink of all-out war.After experiencing desperate battles, the darkest magic began to spread again in the ice fields of Freljord, the mountains of Targon, and the deserts of Shurima, gradually surrounding and approaching Noxus.

Maybe LeBlanc is still the pale witch who betrayed the Iron Wraith, or maybe she's just one of the many empty phantoms.Regardless, her influence has clearly never died out from time immemorial.

“The black rose hasn’t really bloomed yet.”

Robin and Aphelios studied LeBlanc and Spider Queen Elise along the way.

But only Robin knew what was truly terrifying about the Trickery Enchantress.

In a city in Noxus.

"I don't understand," General Gullance murmured, nervously trying to block the light from the lantern. "There's nothing here. It's a dead end."

He stood by the threshold, and inside the dark stone-carved door frame was an even deeper darkness.He couldn't see the open doorway in front of him, nor could he see the Ouchen inscriptions around him.He couldn't see the fragments of bones scattered on the stone bricks beneath his feet.

I smiled and started acting. "It's dark under the lamp," I told him, "it's the simplest truth."

The general turned around, his face full of confusion and anxiety. "Don't mess with me, cousin! Do you know how much risk I'm taking just by standing here? Do you know what will happen if we are caught? This area is a restricted area, a ban directly issued by the Council - everywhere There are legions patrolling!”

This is true.Ever since the usurper Swain came to power, the Immortal Fortress has been sealed off.The official rhetoric was to protect the Trefari Council from retaliation by nobles who opposed its establishment.

The unofficial story is that he is challenging the likes of Branning Gullance to see who dares to challenge him.

"But they will not doubt your loyalty," I reassured him. "You are none other than the hero of the Gate of Sorrow. You will be rewarded by the Grand Commander himself. What dare they say? If we are discovered, you You don’t even have to run.”

His face darkened. "Oh, no one should run away in front of the Trifali Legion."

Don't make me listen to this unabashed political propaganda again.In less than a year, Swain has created a mystique surrounding himself and the Hand of Noxus, and all those loyal to them have become mysterious with them.It was a brilliant idea, I had to admit with hatred.

Even so, I didn't interrupt Gulans.We are here to make him think clearly.

His eyes dropped to the ground. "We didn't win the Mourngate - the Legion did. That's why Swain didn't show up to the celebration at all. He knew we weren't needed for this victory, damn it. That boastful ceremony was just for Humiliate us, in front of all of Noxus!"

I nodded and placed a hand on Gullance's shoulder. "That's why we're going to make him pay for what he did. You're a true Noxian and that's there for all to see. I've told others about you and they all want to meet you in person. She wants to meet you. "

"I can't see anyone, cousin, unless we get in first." He looked around. "Could it be that Black Rose——"

I shrank my head. "Don't call me by that name. It seems like you...just like what you just said, it seems like you don't understand."

I squeezed past him and walked through the gaping door.He was so surprised that he almost stopped holding the lantern. Only then did he see the entrance.Gulans staggered behind me, checking around to make sure we were not being followed, and then squinted his eyes to look at the dark figure deep in the corridor.

"Is it true?" He whispered, "Are all the rumors about her true?"

I'm not slowing down. "Come on, seeing is believing."

Contrary to what most Noxians know, the Fortress is not a monument.Unlike the memories of ancient tribes, it is not just a fortress either.

The stones around us were so powerful that they almost made a sound on their own, but Gulans was basically unaware of it.I have seen this scene countless times in the past hundreds of years - he knew something was wrong, but all he felt was a heavy lifeless energy tugging at his limbs, and only a vague feeling in the back of his head. Itchy.