Chapter 330 Illaoi's Decision: Sacrifice to the Spider God
Inside the Temple of Nagakaporos.
"True, we can't protect them, we can only close the door to prevent them from coming in." The preacher said.
This stocky woman smiled toothily, as if she didn't care at all about the lives of the people outside.
In her heart, only the followers of Baru and Nagakapoulos are worth saving.
"You have said this a long time ago."
Illaoi paced around the stone table in the temple hall, looking into the black mist inside without raising his head.
She moved her shoulders, relaxed her muscles, and suppressed the yawn on her lips.
There was an old snake caller standing next to the preacher.
He was wearing a robe made of thick hemp rope. Each hemp rope was dyed indigo, with uneven thickness and rough curls.
The mottled and faded sea monster ink on it gives people the illusion that the old man is covered with a ball of tentacles.
His face is covered with black tattoos, depicting the countless teeth in the sea monster's huge mouth.
Monks and snake callers always want to look scary. Most men have this boring problem.
"They will not come near the temple." The snake caller gasped.
“And we must stick to the contract.”
As long as Nagakapoulos always protects the temple, the black mist brought by Soul Eating Night will not be able to get close to it.
Other areas of the Mangxing Islands do not have such special treatment.
Contains Bilgewater.
This once again reminded the Order of how ignorant the people of Bilgewater are.
These residents from the land never use clean water to wash away the filth on the pier. Instead, they build permanent anchorages along every beach in the bay.
Extremely stupid!
Many priests in the Nagakapoulos Temple therefore concluded that the lay people were simply voluntarily swallowed by the black mist.
"Bullshit!" Illaoi said.
She looked at the increasingly dense black fog, her eyes flickering, and she heard the movement coming from outside the door.
Illaoi strolled over to the bowl filled with tributes and picked through them, finally pulling out a plump mango.
She needed a plan, and the two idiots next to her were embarrassing her.
"Truth, you should be careful with your words."
The old snake caller spoke softly, and after looking at each other, the old snake caller felt helpless.
In hundreds of generations, Illaoi has been the most respected True One.
Her respect is not qualifications.
It's the terrifying strength she possesses.
But Illaoi has repeatedly destroyed the tradition of the True One.
Even so, Naga Kapoulos still trusted Illaoi unconditionally and granted her boundless divine power.
Illaoi took a bite of the mango and passed between the two holy staff. The two seemed to become shorter in an instant.
Even by the standards of the islanders, this true man is still considered tall.
She had always been taller than those around her, even the burliest of northerners.
Ever since she was very young, she knew she was different and always felt like she would accidentally bump into others.
But she finally understood.
When I walk, they should learn not to block my way.
Illaoi stopped in front of the door, remembering that he didn't seem to have a weapon yet, then turned around and looked at it.
She first looked at the stone like an anchor, and then her eyes fell on the [Shenxi] on the iron frame.
This is a golden statue, larger in size than a rum barrel, but many times heavier.
Her fingers felt the cold and biting metal texture.
The statue of the god was placed next to a blazing fire. The flames illuminated the entire room, but [Shenxi] always felt cold and wet to the touch.
Illaoi easily carried the heavy statue on his shoulders and prepared to open the door.
"True." The statement made him hesitate to speak.
"Assist, I have not forgotten my duty." Illaoi said in a deep voice.
"The trial of Soul Eating Night should not have turned into such a tragic scene."
The commentator and the old snake caller fell into silence, looking at the [ Shen Xi], no more words.
In front of the temple door, Illaoi heard Gangplank's shout, and his heart trembled.
"This old guy.!"
Many years ago, the two of them loved each other, and many years ago they also ended their relationship.
But some feelings are forever engraved in the depths of the soul and never go away.
Click!
Lucian felt the sharp hooks with will-o'-the-wisp bite deeply into his body, biting into the bones.
The severe pain is more bone-piercing than the northern ice and penetrates deep into the soul.
Thresh walked up to Lucian, lowered his emerald green eyes, and stretched out his arms wrapped in black cassocks.
He held Lucian's throat, the will-o'-the-wisp burning the skin.
"Your heartbeat is stopping"
Thresh lifted Lucian off the ground, holding the soul-inducing lamp high and preparing to receive his soul.
Waves of mournful cries came from the dim green glow, and the faces and hands of countless wandering souls were clearly visible against the inner wall of the lantern.
They want to escape from the Soul Lamp.
"Sentinel of light, I have been waiting for your arrival for a long time."
"Only at this moment is the best time to collect your soul."
< br>Lucian found that his vision began to turn gray from the outside to the inside, and his soul was slowly being withdrawn from his limbs and bones.
He struggled to resist, but the soul-locking warden had practiced his soul-harvesting technique countless times, and it was impossible to leave him a chance.
"Despite the struggle, your soul will become stronger and more delicious because of the battle."
Thresh grinned and spoke softly, as if he was talking about a delicacy.
Lucian wanted to speak, but he couldn't make a sound. He could only feel his soul trickling out with weak breathing.
Immediately afterwards, a sickle condensed by emerald green will-o'-the-wisps hung above Lucian's head, soaked in the resentment of the dead souls.
The light of the blade flickered with anticipation, a little impatiently.
[Lucian.]
A light voice sounded in Lucian's ears.
It was her voice.
[My Love]
Thresh turned his scythe, trying to find a better angle to dissect the hard-won food. Lucian opened his eyes wide and saw a familiar face appear from the soul-drawing lamp.
He drew in a sharp breath.
Although that face is inconspicuous among thousands of people, it is the only key in the world.
The full lips and the bright almond eyes prayed for him to live.
"Senna."
Lucian shouted in his heart, trying hard to move his arms, trying to grab the soul-guiding lamp.
“Don’t give up”
In an instant, Lucian understood what Senna meant.
Just like when they fought side by side against the dark creatures, he felt that Senna was closely connected to his soul.
He summoned up the last bit of strength, with one hand he held down the hook wrapped around his body, and with the other he reached for the soul-guiding lamp.
Under the emerald green will-o'-the-wisp, Lucian's eyes glowed with hope.
Thresh noticed Lucian's movements and chuckled, seeming to be mocking the Sentinel of Light's counterattack.
Suddenly!
Three's expression suddenly changed, and the emerald green flames covering the horned head surged, as if he sensed danger coming.
Click!
A red-gold flame cut through the black fog like lightning.
Then, the sound of broken bones sounded.
Thresh let out a long snarl, his horned head twisted instantly, and his emerald green eyes were filled with malice.
He hadn't felt such pain in thousands of years.
Thresh held his arms stained with red-gold flames and wailed, but his eyes were fixed on Huo Jixing who appeared in front of him.
"The power of the star spirit. Are you a star spirit from heaven?"
Thrust looked at the red-gold flames on Huo Jixing's body and said in a hoarse voice.
The ancient black robe that was supposed to protect the body was broken into pieces, and half of the bone arm was exposed.
Huo Jixing looked at Thresh with concentration, and from the corner of his eye, he saw the small arm holding Lucian's neck being burned by the red-gold flames, turning into black smoke and dissipating.
During the sudden attack, he chopped off Thresh's skeletal arm and saved Lucian, who was about to die.
Bang!
Lucian fell to the ground and felt his soul embedded back into his body again.
He swallowed heavily, as if a drowning man had just emerged from the water.
Then he endured the severe pain in his body and picked up the fallen sacred pistol.
He pulled the trigger, wanting to shoot down the Soul-Lighting Lamp and rescue Senna.
"Thresh!"
Lucian spoke angrily, the relic pistol fired, and the silver light bloomed.
But under the emerald green light wheel, the two silver rays of light quickly disappeared.
Thresh ignored Lucian and his eyes fell on Huo Jixing, his empty eye holes burning with fierce anger.
Seeing this, Huo Jixing sighed softly and looked helpless.
He thought Lucian could stop Thresh, but he didn't expect that Lucian would be on the verge of death in just a few rounds.
Bang! Bang!
Huo Jixing threw away the two huge black spider heads and concentrated on them.
On the way there, he killed two soul-weaver spider spirits that were lurking in the black mist and intended to attack.
But this cannot change the current situation.
He had to face not only the Soul Lock Warden, but also Hecarim, who was recovering from his injuries and coming slowly.
As for Lucian, he only hoped that the Sentinel of Light could assist him to some extent.
Da da! Ta-ta!
The sound of horse hooves sounded, causing billowing black fog.
Hecarim appeared on the left side of Huo Jixing and Lucian, the broad-bladed halberd in his hand lighting up with increasingly bright will-o'-the-wisps.
After suffering two serious injuries, Hecarim seems to be getting stronger and stronger, with an aura as powerful as the abyss, which makes people shudder.
Thresh held the Soul-Drawing Lamp with his broken arm, and swung the iron chain hook with his other hand, staring covetously at Huo Jixing.
Under the aura of terror, Lucian became more awake. He stepped back and distanced himself, but he didn't know who to aim at with a pair of sacred pistols.
Perhaps his strength is a little weak in such a confrontation.
"One to two?"
Huo Jixing whispered softly, the fire of Nanli in his eyes getting stronger and stronger.
Nanli Suzaku behind him saw Huo Jixing's high fighting spirit, and his red-gold eyes reflected the strange figures of Thresh and Hecarim.
Noxus Empire, the Immortal Fortress.
The Zaafan family castle.
This is a very mysterious castle, in which lives a female noble named Elise.
Behind her is the Kythira family, one of the oldest bloodlines in Noxus.
Although few people have seen her true appearance, there are many bizarre rumors about her.
It is said that her beauty remains unchanged and has not changed for hundreds of years; that there is a terrifying and ferocious monster living deep in her dilapidated and dusty palace.
In short, this castle has always remained mysterious and out of reach of ordinary people.
Under the dark night, the moonlight is hidden behind the thick clouds.
Only the ancient walls of the castle and the faint light in the distance are looming in the darkness.
At this moment, deep in the castle, a strange sacrifice is being held in a little-known secret place.
The huge stone square looks like an ancient altar, filled with dim black mist.
There were candles flickering all around, barely penetrating the black fog, casting the shadows of the sacrifices on the cold stone surface.
These sacrifices were prisoners from across the Noxian Empire.
They were once ordinary civilians, rebellious nobles or defeated enemies.
But now, they have become helpless pawns in the hands of Black Rose.
Their hands were tied up with rough ropes, and their faces were full of despair and numbness.
My eyes have long lost focus, as if my soul has been pulled away from this strange sacrifice.
In the center of the altar, a towering stone platform stands there.
The stone platform is carved with complex runes and patterns, and these ancient marks shine eerily under the candlelight.
A giant spider is faintly visible, hovering above the black mist like a god.
(End of this chapter)