The Glory of Noxus.

The audience hall was empty.

The dim candlelight lit up, illuminating the clean and smooth black marble floor.

At the top of the stone steps, Mordekaiser sat leisurely on the throne, looking around with a defiant gaze.

The iron backrest behind him stretched steeply upward, turning into a spike pointing to the sky.

The surface of the throne's base was engraved with sharp-shaped characters in the Ouchen language.

Following Mordekaiser's gaze.

The air in the audience hall was almost frozen, and an almost tangible heavy and cold atmosphere quietly permeated the air.

Along with it, there were also many wailing sounds of souls that gradually began to sound.

They are the souls left behind by those he once killed.

It is also his trophy.

Under the seal of the necromancy, these souls that were barely qualified to appear were bound in the throne and unable to be freed.

Mordekaiser listened to the wails of these souls, which echoed in his ears like the most beautiful music, making him intoxicated.

After a while.

Mordekaiser's gaze fell on a mage soul below.

He remembered that this was a member of the mage group under Leblanc, who once had extremely high attainments in the field of magic runes.

Seeing Modkaiser's return, the mage's slightly confused face showed an expression of disbelief.

He seemed to be recalling something, perhaps memories of his previous life, or perhaps fear of his impending fate.

Without waiting for him to make a sound, Mordekaiser stretched out his hand and pulled the mage's soul in front of him.

"I remember you, mortal mage. You once united your own mage chapter to protect your own secret book!"

"How come you've come back? Did the Pale Lady and the others fail?" The wizard's soul uttered a few words with difficulty, a look of horror.

In their plan, Mordekaiser was supposed to lose control of the Armor of the Underworld and be expelled from the material realm by them.

But now, Mordekaiser has reappeared in the Immortal Bastion, possessing the terrifying power over souls.

"The Pale Lady? Is that Leblanc's fake name?" Modkaiser instantly knew who the Pale Lady the mage's soul was.

With Leblanc's unique illusion magic power, it can indeed be done easily.

Or, LeBlanc may just be one of her many aliases.

"Forget it. You don't look like you know much."

Mordekaiser was in low spirits, and he grasped the mage's neck with his hands, tightening them gently.

Bang!

The wizard's soul shattered, and waves of deep green ghost energy merged into the base of the throne.

Mordekaiser stood up and looked around.

The souls in the audience hall looked at the terrifying figure in their memories, and remained silent, not daring to make the slightest sound.

"Stupidity means failure. Your mistakes will be settled one by one when I reign over Valoran."

He looked at all the souls and recited a string of words in the indescribable language of the dead.

The living are sad,

Shedding flesh and blood,

All mine.

Then, Mordekaiser stepped lightly on the ground.

However, in the blink of an eye, the many souls in the audience hall slowly rose up and swirled in the hall, roaring.

Finally, into his body.

Modkaiser lowered his eyes and watched them merge into his body, feeling a cruel pleasure in his heart.

He opened his arms, as if embracing the empire under his feet, embracing the world of the living.

"Killed twice, reborn three times!"

"My return means the demise of the betrayer!"

But before that, Mordekaiser still needs Leblanc to inject enough necromancy energy into the underworld armor.

He walked out of the hall on the clear marble floor, ready to return to the soul shaft in the underground castle.

This empire still has a familiar taste.

When he returns, everything here will return to the way he remembers.

And he will possess the rune magic of the underworld, the spiritual realm, and the mortal world at the same time to reshape this world.

All souls of Runeterra are eagerly awaiting the beginning of his reign.

Dark clouds blocked the moonlight at night.

Mordekaiser returned silently to the Castle of Granth, preparing to return to the Soul Shaft.

Suddenly!

In the silent passage, Modkaiser stopped and frowned.

He stared into the distance and smelled a strange and dangerous soul power.

Then, not far ahead, a strange white figure came into his sight.

The plush body was sitting upright on the steel door, with its feet swinging gently, swaying back and forth regardless of the material of the iron door.

As if noticing the breath of Mordekaiser's soul, the Lamb turned its head and looked at the tall figure hidden in the shadows.

"I smell a familiar scent on you, the scent of death from the underworld."

Yang Ling's voice was very light.

But when Modkaiser heard this, his eyes narrowed and a huge wave of emotion surged in his heart.

But can you tell his origins just by looking at him?

Modkaiser's eyes were dark as he swept across the seemingly innocent and ignorant white figure in front of him.

Looking closely, this guy looks like a weak lamb standing upright, but he possesses extraordinary wisdom and gives people a very dangerous feeling.

etc.

Modkaiser's gaze fell on the silver-white longbow in Lamb's hand, and he vaguely sensed the breath of the spiritual realm.

Suddenly, he realized that the sheep spirit in front of him was not a creature from the material realm.

“This is getting more interesting,” Modkaiser whispered.

In addition to Leblanc, there are also beings in the spiritual realm who are eyeing the power of the underworld.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

"Me? I am Yang Ling, the guardian of death." Yang Ling answered gently.

"Someone is stealing the power of death. I am here to find the thief and send his soul to the afterlife."

Modkaiser fell silent after hearing this.

Just as he was hesitating whether to take action, a low voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Do you want to take action?"

Behind Modkaiser, the wolf spirit appeared riding on a gray mist-like body.

He clung to the dome of the passage, looking down at the restless Modkaiser with a tyrannical gaze, as if he could launch an attack at any time.

"who is it?"

Modkaiser's heart trembled, and he immediately looked up and saw the wolf spirit shrouded in gray fog.

"Is this a wolf?"

He first looked at the floating wolf spirit, and then his gaze moved again to look at the sheep spirit sitting on the door, and incredible thoughts arose in his mind.

The Eternal Hunting Twins - Kindred!

According to myths and legends, they are the spirits that control death, independent of each other but never separated.

And now, they appeared in front of him.

Bang!

Without any hesitation, Modkaiser decisively destroyed the separated consciousness.

The dark green ghost's body shattered and disappeared into thin air in the passage, erasing all traces of its existence.

Obviously, the appearance of wolf spirit and lamb spirit made Modkaiser feel unprecedented pressure.

"Hey, he seems to have run away?"

The sheep spirit, who had been watching from the sidelines, jumped down from the steel door, came to the place where Modkaiser disappeared, and frowned.

The wolf followed closely behind, and as it fell, it looked like a gray snake wrapped in mist, circling around the lamb.

"Little lamb, he can't run away!"

The wolf spirit raised his blue eyes and looked towards the direction of the underground castle, a cunning look emerging in his eyes.

"He is my prey!"

[Seal of Kindred]!

It turned out that the wolf spirit had already cleverly left its mark when it just touched Modkaiser's soul consciousness.

This means that no matter where Mordekaiser flees, he will not be able to escape the wolf's pursuit.

He would follow the mark and hunt down Mordekaiser at the drop of his bow.

"Dear Wolf, let's move on."

Yang Ling gripped the silver-white longbow tightly and skipped into the depths of the passage.

"Destiny has arrived today. Hunt down the one who steals the power of death!"

The wolf spirit followed silently, and the eyes behind the mask looked at the sheep spirit lovingly.

Underworld, Mitna Lachen

The dark interior of the black tower.

As the black fog dissipated, the underworld iron armor in the rune array suddenly darkened, as if it had lost the luster of life.

Mordekaiser slowly came back to his senses, worry filling his deep green eyes.

For him, annihilating the separated consciousness was a very simple matter and was not worth his excessive consideration.

Because, as long as he has enough soul energy, he can separate his consciousness frequently.

The most important thing now is

The Eternal Hunting Twins - Kindred!

The spirit that symbolizes death is quietly awakening at this moment.

Their existence is not only the guardian of the underworld, but also the messenger of death.

What made Mordekaiser even more uneasy was that Kindred seemed to be pursuing the breath of souls from the underworld.

This is not a good thing for him.

The underworld empire has been built, and he only needs to wait for the day when he returns to the material world so that he can rule over the underworld and the human world.

But the appearance of Qian Jue cast an indelible shadow on his heart.

In Mordekaiser's long life, there were few beings that could pose a threat to him.

Qian Jue is one of them!

"Don't be impatient. With so many people eyeing the power of death in the underworld, Leblanc will definitely be unable to sit still."

Modkaiser looked at the gradually solidifying underworld armor in front of him and whispered softly.

Given Leblanc's character, how could she easily let others reap the fruits of a plan that she had been plotting for a thousand years?

It is also at this moment.

Modkaiser seemed to sense something, closed his eyes, and extended his spiritual power to the limit through the connection of the underworld armor.

Subtle energy fluctuations came from the depths of the soul shaft, like an ancient call, penetrating the barrier between the two worlds and touching his soul.

"Has it started yet?"

Modkaiser murmured to himself, his voice trembling with an imperceptible tremor, expressing his longing and anticipation for the arrival of destiny.

In his hazy vision, he could vaguely see the soul energy surging, filling the shaft like a tide.

"It seems that the battle in the underground castle is about to end, and the final result is not what you want."

There was a look of pride in Modkaiser's eyes, as if he had foreseen the ending.

He knew LeBlanc too well. The relationship between them was complicated, full of mutual temptations and competitions.

Without complete certainty, Leblanc would not act rashly.

Especially when it comes to something as important as connecting to the Underworld Armor.

Every decision LeBlanc makes must be carefully considered to determine whether it will be successful.

But now the situation is out of control and LeBlanc made her own 'wrong' choice.

Underground castle, above the dome.

The tremendous energy surged like raging waves, leaving hideous marks on the solid stone wall.

The aftermath of the battle raged, impacting the surrounding space. Coupled with the pervasive black fog, the figures of Huo Jixing and the Spider God could no longer be seen clearly.

Occasionally, red-gold flames and turquoise light would light up in the gray and thick mist, like a glass illusion, telling everyone the intensity of the battle.

puff!

The red-gold sword light flashed past, piercing through the restless and surging black fog, and slashed on the black spider's leg with incredible precision.

The hard hair on the surface of the spider's legs and the shiny shell were instantly shattered under the red-gold sword light.

The internal structure revealed under the cracked shell is astonishing, it is almost materialized dark energy.

They are interwoven into a web within the spider's legs, forming an aggregate of the will of the Spider God's descent.

However, when these dark energies encountered the burning of the Nanli Fire, they quickly melted and dissipated, just like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun.

At the same time, accompanied by the burst of brilliant sword light, the spider legs that looked like sharp spears were directly destroyed.

"Roar!"

From the thick black fog came the angry roar of the Spider God.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Huo Jixing who was holding the spiritual wind. His blood-red compound eyes were filled with anger, and he wanted to completely devour the star spirit gifted person in front of him.

But now he is in trouble.

After a fierce confrontation.

The spider god's mountain-like body seemed a little dim, and the darkness surrounding it became increasingly fainter as it consumed.

Affected by this, the spider's body was no longer as strong as before, and was covered with numerous sword marks.

From afar, the red-gold flames clinging to the spider's body looked like mottled starlight, jumping and burning in the darkness.

Huo Jixing ignored the anger in the blood-red eyes of the Spider God, and danced lightly with the spirit wind, creating flaming sword flowers.

Each sword flower swayed and fell, leaving fatal marks on the body of the Spider God.

After a brief confrontation, he had already tested the strength of the Spider God's will, which was almost at the peak of legend.

Coupled with the pressure from the gods, it is absolutely a crushing existence for ordinary legendary strongmen.

However, for Huo Jixing, whose all attributes have now reached the legendary limit.

Such strength could only force him to activate the Vermillion Bird and Azure Dragon.

It's not as much pressure as the Desert Emperor Azir.

After Azir was resurrected, he raised the sun disc again, allowing the ascension power in his body to gradually reach its peak.

Even Huo Jixing had to admit Azir's strength.

Huo Jixing let out a light breath and stared at the restless Spider God with a slightly cold look in his eyes.

If the power of the Spider God descending this time is like this, then he will end this battle.

Because at this moment, an invisible danger was rising deep in Huo Jixing's heart.

The smell of the underworld in the air became stronger and stronger, several times stronger than before.

It is even rising slowly, as if it is putting people in the land of death.

Obviously, something was going on that he was unaware of.

Huo Jixing's gaze fell on the Spider God, trying to find the answer.

But the Spider God just swung his black spider legs and slashed at him without giving him any clues.

"If it's not you, then it can only be the Pale Lady!"