The Glory of Noxus

The capital of Noxus, among the majestic buildings.

An aristocratic young man, dressed in brocade clothes and with long hair as bright as blood, was walking leisurely on the narrow road.

"The atmosphere of Immortal Fortress is still so familiar!"

Every step he took seemed to have been carefully measured, leaving an eternal mark on the city's history. Every step seemed to summon familiar scenes deep in his memory.

With a curious look on his face, the noble young man crossed the bustling streets, passed the aristocratic area, and arrived in front of the Immortal Fortress.

The towering and spectacular buildings and the meticulous and magnificent carvings are like a thriving child, silently telling him the nobility, wealth and mysterious charm of this city.

His gaze seemed aimless and wandering.

But in fact, the arrogance and confidence revealed in his blood-colored eyes seemed to be criticizing the streets, alleys, every building, and every person.

Smelling the familiar scent in his nose, the noble young man closed his eyes and felt the ancient soul of the city beneath his feet.

Finally, he stepped onto the long staircase of triumph and walked up step by step.

The Cui Fafa Legion soldiers guarding both sides of the steps seemed to be unable to see the noble young man and allowed him to walk into the palace at the end of the steps.

Ta-ta! Ta-ta! Ta-ta!

Light footsteps sounded, echoing in the empty audience hall.

The noble young man looked at the slightly changed building. His eyes first fell on the thrones of the Noxian emperors at the top, and then moved behind the simple marble table below.

"Jericho Swain, long time no see!"

Seeing Swain's dark eyes looking over, the noble young man spoke softly.

Suddenly, a silent atmosphere filled the audience hall.

Swain just looked at the noble young man in front of him and said nothing for a long time.

"What? Don't you recognize me?"

The noble young man walked up the stone steps and sat down in front of Swain.

"His Majesty Vladimir the Scarlet Reaper!" Swain looked solemn and clenched his left hand tightly under the hem of his old clothes.

He suddenly thought of what the pale lady had said before, that someone was secretly paying attention to Huo Jixing, and then his expression gradually changed.

"Are you coming here to sit on the throne of the previous emperors?" Swain suppressed the thoughts tumbling in his heart, his eyes dim.

"Haha, throne?"

Vladimir chuckled softly, his blood-stained hair floating gently.

He looked at the throne carved from obsidian at the top and shrugged his shoulders.

"I have absolutely no interest in the throne."

In the long history of the Noxus Empire, Vladimir used his long life to witness the ups and downs of the empire, as well as the deaths of previous emperors and commanders.

"It's just that you disturbed the fresh vitality of my drinking empire!"

Swain's pupils narrowed and he said slowly: "Disruption?"

"The Empire is no longer your toy. The Trifari Council will lead it to restore its former glory."

Swain's voice was deep and powerful, and he spoke each word word by word. His unquestionable tone made people feel an irresistible force.

Across the marble table, Vladimir seemed to feel nothing, and his blood-red eyes fell on Swain.

"Knox Eddy's foresight is an excellent compliment."

"Unfortunately, the temptation of supreme power often makes people lose their minds."

"Swain, you are losing your mind right now!"

Vladimir's direct name made Swain raise his eyebrows slightly and raise the corners of his mouth: "I have heard such comments many times during this period."

"Since you think of me as a villain, how will you evaluate me when I succeed?"

"Success?" Vladimir whispered softly, his blood-red eyes flowing, as if he was recalling something.

"Sorry, in my memory, none of the former emperors of the Noxus Empire succeeded!"

He was reminding Swain of his past glory.

For Vladimir, this time appearing in front of the scene was a carnival, a masquerade of his own.

"Too many people know that they will be shattered into pieces after changing, but they still do it without hesitation." Swain stood up and turned his head to look at the only throne.

In the audience hall.

The candles burning on the candlesticks on both sides were swaying unsteadily, as if there were inexplicable fluctuations in an invisible confrontation in the air.

"I can support you, and my Scarlet Secret Society." Vladimir suddenly spoke, seeming to have retreated.

Hearing this, Swain's resolute face no longer looked happy, but became more solemn.

"I have only one request. I like warriors with heart, such as Huo Jixing!"

boom!

As soon as Vladimir finished speaking, Swain turned around suddenly, his eyes full of murderous intent.

The carrion raven standing on the dome of the hall let out a sharp cry, and a pair of hazy and huge black wings loomed behind him, trying to cover the audience hall.

"The breath of the devil Raum!"

Vladimir chuckled softly, and the bloody light lit up, resisting the pressure of Swain's momentum.

But the confrontation between the two seems to have just begun.

Affected by the invisible pull, the momentum of the two people entangled with each other in the audience hall.

A touch of deep red, a touch of scarlet, sometimes violently clashing, sometimes relaxing and merging, making the sense of oppression between the two more intense and the air almost solidifying.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The huge and spacious audience hall swayed gently, the flags hanging on both sides of the throne moved automatically without wind, and the dim candlelight flickered on and off.

"I reject your offer!"

Swain spoke in a deep voice and walked towards Vladimir step by step. His majestic momentum was like a torrent, pressing hard against the opponent.

The Empire's sacrifices are inevitable, but certainly not in the shadows behind.

"You have absolutely no idea of ​​the horror of protoss-like talents!"

Vladimir's expression was slightly fanatical, and his blood-like long hair turned scarlet as he faced Swain.

He seemed to recall the memories of the Darkin War, and fear and greed appeared in his pupils.

"How I want to study the power of the stars, it is the power of the real gods!"

Under the throne, candlelight flickered.

Swain and Vladimir faced off against each other.

"Have you already taken action? At Blood Cliff?"

Swain saw the emotional changes in Vladimir's blood-red eyes, and his thoughts arose, thinking of the secret mission carried out by Huo Jixing.

"That's why I'm here!"

Vladimir did not deny it. Thinking of his arrangement, a smile appeared on his lips.

He came to the Immortal Fortress only to prevent Swain's support.

It is true that Vladimir is very confident in his own power, but the power of the devil cannot be underestimated.

Suddenly!

Swain put away all his momentum, stared at Vladimir with dark eyes, and sat down behind the marble table.

"Then let's wait and see!"

When Vladimir heard this, the smile on his pale face disappeared, and his blood-red eyes filled with confusion.

"You also said that Knox Eddy's foresight is my reputation!" Swain sat upright, his voice solemn and cold.

"hehe!"

Vladimir chuckled softly, his bloody eyes were extremely cold, and he sat opposite Swain.

"Then let's wait for the results!"

Although the dark descendants eventually lost their immortal control over the world due to internal fighting, Vladimir knew that the horror of blood witchcraft was unimaginable by the world!

Blood Cliff, in front of Mauli Castle.

The majestic castle rising from the ground in front of you has long been shrouded in blood-colored mist.

Compared to other places in the city, the fog here seems a bit thicker.

Looking from a distance, it looks like a creeping blood-colored ferocious beast, sleeping.

Walking closer, the huge and thick city gate has been opened, and the iron chains falling on both sides are close to the city wall, shining with a faint blood-red light.

With the arrival of Huo Jixing and others, the silent bloody ferocious beast seemed to wake up.

"Be careful!" Huo Jixing's eyes flickered.

Within the red-gold field of vision, he saw many clouds rising and surrounding Mouli Castle.

The living dead corroded by the bloody mist!

Jalal nodded slightly, and the dark purple inner armor glowed, and the soldiers of the Reese Guard Corps behind him quickly entered a fighting state.

Wait until they enter Mauli Castle.

Huo Jixing found that all the servants and noble guards were standing in place like stone statues with different expressions.

It was like being caught off guard and being corroded by the bloody mist.

Maybe it was the footsteps of Huo Jixing and others, or maybe it was the arrival of the baby in Kalida's arms.

The moment they set foot in the castle, all the servants and noble guards slowly revived under the unknown influence, and their eyes stained by blood-colored mist stared directly at Kalida.

Ta-ta! Ta-ta! Ta-ta!

The sound of heavy footsteps sounded like a torrent.

Huo Jixing raised his eyes and saw that almost everyone in Mouli Castle was like wild beasts breaking free from the reins, surging towards them.

Thick blood-colored mist filled the air, and the pungent smell hit everyone.

"Protect Kalida!"

Huo Jixing's eyes were cold, he nodded slightly to Jalal, and then he walked towards the incoming blood wave.

boom!

Red-gold fireworks lit up.

Under the endless impact of the blood-colored mist, Huo Jixing, bathed in flames, was like an evil ghost stepping into the blood hell, and the red fire blade covered with flames in his hand rose.

Roar!

Facing the dancing red-gold fireworks, countless roars sounded.

This group of irrational living dead people are pouring in from all directions.

They opened their eyes wide and used their hands and feet together, like a torrent opening a flood gate, rushing through the obstructing buildings, venting their inner desire to kill.