The Glory of Noxus.

Beljum.

The secret place of the Reiser garrison was dark and silent late at night.

In the room belonging to Dilxat, soft light shines through the half-open door and shines onto the floor of the corridor, forming a long band of light.

At the end of this light band, Dilxat Raxit, the usually dignified and solemn head of the secret institute, was kneeling on the ground.

As the scorching sun descended, his body trembled like a leaf in the autumn wind.

Through the light, one can see that Dilxat's face is extremely pale, his forehead is covered with cold sweat, his hands are clenched into fists, and his nails are deeply embedded in the flesh.

"Are you saying that all the Black Rose members in Beljun died unexpectedly?"

Sitting in the main seat of the room, a young nobleman with blood-red hair and wearing a blood-red robe spoke casually.

"Yes."

Dilishati answered tremblingly, his eyes filled with fear.

He was just about to take a rest, but suddenly his men came to report that His Majesty Vladimir had arrived in Bergun.

"Do you know the reason?"

Vladimir leaned back on the wooden chair and tilted his head to look at Dilshati below.

"This"

For no reason, Dilishati thought of Charles, the investigator of the Reiser Garrison Corps who had already left Bergen.

But he has no evidence.

"You hesitated?"

Vladimir narrowed his eyes, a blood-red light filled his pupils, and he chuckled softly.

"No, I did not, Your Majesty Vladimir!"

Faced with the danger of death, Dilxat could no longer maintain his inner calm and raised his face in panic.

"It's Charles!"

"I suspect it's Charles!"

"He was an investigator from the Reiser garrison sent by His Majesty Swain. Not long after he left Bergun, all the members of the Black Rose were killed."

Dilxat directly told all the information he knew, including Charles's origins.

"is it?"

Vladimir stood up and walked to Dilishat with graceful steps.

Dilxat seemed to realize something and kowtowed and prayed hard.

"Your Majesty Vladimir, please let me go!"

"I really had no idea Charles would do such a thing."

The floor was stained with blood, but Dilxat was still kowtowing, hoping to get Vladimir's forgiveness.

"I'm sorry, but the crime you committed is unforgivable."

Vladimir pursed his lips, his cold eyes like glaciers as he looked down at Dilishati.

As these words came out, Dilxat felt the blood in his body boiling uncontrollably.

He opened his mouth, tried to explain, tried to beg for mercy, but to no avail.

Bang!

Suddenly, a loud noise was heard, as if the air was collapsing.

Under the impact of the internal force, Dilishaiti's body exploded instantly, and the gushing blood condensed in the air.

Vladimir opened his mouth and took a light breath. The bright red blood in the air was attracted by the invisible force and rushed into his mouth.

"Mmm, the blood of the extraordinary!"

Vladimir whispered softly, his voice full of pleasure.

There was a satisfied smile on his face, as if he had tasted delicious food.

In such a weird atmosphere, everything around became more depressing and terrifying.

Vladimir finally swallowed the blood in his mouth and turned to look at the thick fog and shadow in the corner behind him.

"Changing the name and investigating secretly is a good idea. It may be an idea provided by Swain."

"So what should we do now?" A deep and sexy voice came from the shadows of the thick fog.

"Let's arrange someone to look for him first!" Vladimir waved his hand indifferently.

"He should have reached Uzeris by now, right?"

"Why are you looking for it?"

Scarlet eyes lit up in the shadows, and a spider-like figure transformed into a human form and walked out.

"He is going to Katarina. Can't we just wait for him in the Lost Tomb?"

Vladimir suddenly realized, looked at the figure behind him, and nodded.

"Then let's go straight away."

"With any luck, we might be able to have some fun in the lost tomb of the mysterious Ascended One."

Blood sorcery, obtained from the Darkin.

The predecessor of the Darkin was the Ascended Army of the Shurima Empire.

Also known as the God Warrior!

The vast desert outside of Waikaura.

The originally silent and desolate desert seemed to suddenly become irritable and dance wildly.

The scorching sky was covered with a thick layer of clouds, and the yellow-brown storm was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, sweeping across the sky and earth like crazy.

Huo Jixing frowned and looked at the ever-changing desert.

It was calm just now, but now a chaotic sandstorm has arisen.

This was an ominous premonition for him, suggesting that this trip might not go very smoothly.

"This is Shurima. The desert is unpredictable."

Cassiopeia was one body step behind Huo Jixing and spoke softly.

There was a hint of heat in her deep green eyes. She was wearing a gauze and thin silk shirt draped over her body, revealing the cleavage in her chest.

"I'm a little tired, can I take a rest?"

Cassiopeia took a step forward, coiled her snake body, and spun her tail, intending to wrap around Huo Jixing.

"tired?"

Huo Jixing's face immediately turned cold and he turned around and glared at the charming Cassiopeia.

On the way, Cassiopeia kept trying to wrap her snake tail around Huo Jixing's body and touch his heartstrings.

Even if Huo Jixing used the power of clouds and mist to isolate her, he couldn't stop her from getting closer.

Considering Katarina's factor, he couldn't get rid of Cassiopeia directly, he could only stop her from harassing him.

Huo Jixing was also a little confused.

Why did Cassiopeia become like this?

Did he attack too hard? Did he accidentally trigger Cassiopeia's admiration for the strong?

"Be quiet, we'll be in Vikaura soon."

Cassiopeia raised her eyes and saw Huo Jixing's cold expression. She smiled and restrained her actions.

Huo Jixing did not avoid the sandstorm and went straight through it with Cassiopeia.

Soon after we continued walking forward, we saw the Vikola in the oasis.

The outline of the city appears extremely clear in the intersection of desert and oasis, like a masterpiece carefully carved by nature.

The river that runs through Waikaola is like a winding silver ribbon, winding through the oasis.

In the center of the oasis, a huge golden sun disk hangs, refracting thousands of sunlight and covering the bustling city.

"The sun disk again!"

Huo Jixing raised his eyebrows. This was the second time he had seen the sun disk.

If we include Nashrameh, which we have not visited, there are already three cities in Shurima that have rebuilt the Sun Disc.

The existence of the Sun Disc undoubtedly weakens the power and status of the Noxian Empire.

[Suzaku·Red Eyes and Fire Eyes]!

Red-gold flames filled his pupils. Huo Jixing looked into the distance and saw many clouds filling his field of vision.

The vast majority of clouds are white, but clouds of various colors are also common.

“So many extraordinary people?”

Huo Jixing was a little surprised. Not hiding it, Vikora was the city with the most extraordinary people he had seen in the Shurima continent.

“It is worthy of being the place where destinies intersect.”

He calmed himself, took Cassiopeia with him, and walked towards Vikora who was nearby.

Vikaura, in front of the cracked city wall.

In the crowded crowd, a tall figure wrapped in a robe was queuing.

The huge battlements were just as tall as he was, and the higher parts were made of earth bricks dried in the hot sun.

The Vikaura would have found the architecture impressive, but in his eyes it was all just a crude imitation.

Nasus strode through an archway, examining the rough stack of stones above him and shaking his head slightly.

This is a huge gap compared to the craftsmanship of the Shurima Empire.

The reason why Nasus traveled a long way to Vikora.

In addition to the fact that the ancient witch spirit Zerath was about to break the seal, he also sensed that an owner with ascended bloodline appeared here.

This bloodline has existed for a long time, long before the empire became ruins and its territory spanned the entire continent.

This is the most precious and powerful bloodline of ancient Shurima!

Therefore, the most important thing is to find that person before the enemy.

The Blood of Ascension can bring Azir back from the void to the world, or it can completely destroy the reborn Shurima for evil intentions.

Nasus walked along the stone bridge, dust falling from the cracks like a fine veil.

"This was built by artisans banished from the lost land of Icathia. Every stone was cut and laid with incredible precision."

“But people seem to have forgotten.”

The calmness in Nasus' deep eyes was gone, and ripples appeared.

Vikaula’s ignorance of history irritated his scholarly heart.

Countless centuries of bitter wandering in the depths of the desert gradually turned into violent rage.

"Didn't I build the Great Library to prevent the decay of memory?"

"Or will all this be reduced to ruin along with the Shurima Empire?"

Nasus soon arrived at the inner city and followed the crowd past the guards toward the temple in the center.

Although he tried his best to ignore people's eyes, his tall stature was too eye-catching.

Especially the long-handled battle axe on his back, which makes people imagine a lot.

The continent of Shurima is filled with many secrets, but no one will remain buried underground forever.

Some people whispered or speculated about Nasus's identity, but no one dared to step forward.

Like the walls and arches, the sight of Inner Vikaura is but a shadow of its former glory.

Azir's mother was born in Vikaura, and the young emperor generously bestowed grace on the people of this place.

The layers of gardens were filled with flowers brought in from all over the empire, surrounded by brilliant colors and wonderful fragrances.

Clusters of towering towers were embellished with silver and jade, and cool waters flowed from great temples along the aqueducts day and night.

People naively believed that the blessings here would never end.

However, the past thousand years have stripped the city of its flesh and blood, leaving only a skeleton made of stone.

Most of the former splendor has now turned into ruins.

These ruins were built over the past few hundred years by people who still miss their homeland and stubbornly believe that the future of their homeland lies in the revival of its past.

As Nasus followed the growing crowd, he saw nothing more than a poor imitation of that forgotten history.

The buildings designed by skilled artisans are obviously fraudulent imitations of Shurima’s former glory.

The walls were once famous for their squared granite, but now they are made of wood and roughly hewn stones.

The original outline of the city was still there, but Nasus felt as if he was walking in a nightmare.

New materials and bizarre forms are reshaping the once familiar surroundings.

Everything is deliberately distorted, as if designed to make people uneasy.

"Something's wrong with Vikola!"

Nasus' eyes were cold and he felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart. This city was no longer a reflection of his memory.

He keenly smelled the dark energy hidden in it, which belonged to the arcane secret technique.

"Zerath, what are you planning?"

Nasus walked forward, turned a corner at the end, and finally stepped into the square in the center of the city.

His claws clenched beneath his robes as he saw what the people of Vikaura had erected in the center of their rebuilt city.

Temple of the Sun!