Chapter 381 The Temptation of Darkly Tracking Cassiopeia
Bergün.
The Leiser Guard Secretariat in the middle of the night is dark and quiet.
In the room belonging to Dilichat, soft light shines through the half-open door and onto the floor of the corridor, forming a long strip of light.
At the end of this light belt, Dilichat, the usually majestic person in charge of the secret place, was kneeling on the ground.
As the scorching sun descended, his body trembled like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.
Through the light, you can see that Dilishati'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 his flesh.
“Are you saying that all the Black Rose members in Bergune died unexpectedly?”
In the main seat of the room, a blood-haired aristocratic young man wearing a blood-colored robe, his expression Said casually.
“Yes.”
Dilichat replied tremblingly, her eyes filled with fear.
He was already preparing to rest, but suddenly his subordinates came over to report that His Majesty Vladimir had arrived in Bergün.
“Do you know the reason?”
Vladimir leaned on the wooden chair, tilted his head and looked at Dilishati below.
"This"
For no apparent reason, Dilichat thought of Charles, the investigator of the Reser Garrison Corps who had left Berguen.
But he didn't have any evidence.
“You hesitated?”
Vladimir narrowed his eyes, a bloody brilliance filled his pupils, and chuckled.
“No, I didn’t, Your Majesty Vladimir!”
Facing the danger of death, Dilishati could no longer maintain inner peace, raised her face, and panicked.
“It’s Charles!”
“I suspect it’s Charles!”
“He is the Reiser garrison investigator sent by His Majesty Swain and left Bel. Not long after Guyon, all members of the Black Rose were killed."
Dilishati directly told all the information he knew, including the origin of Charles.
"Really?"
Vladimir stood up and walked to Dilishati with elegant steps.
Dilishati seemed to sense something and kowtowed vigorously to pray.
“Your Majesty Vladimir, please let me go!”
“I really didn’t know that Charles would do such a thing.”
The blood stained the floor red, and Dilishati was still kowtowing, hoping to be forgiven by Vladimir.
“I’m sorry, the crime you committed is unforgivable.”
Vladimir pursed his lips, looking down at Dilishati with cold eyes like glaciers.
As these words fell, Dilichat felt that the blood in her body was boiling uncontrollably.
He opened his mouth, tried to explain, tried to beg for mercy, but to no avail.
Bang!
Suddenly, there was a loud noise, like the air bursting.
Dilishati's body exploded instantly under the impact of the power within her body, and the spurting blood condensed in the air.
Vladimir opened his mouth and took a gentle breath. The bright red blood filling the air was attracted by invisible forces and rushed towards his mouth.
“Well, the blood of the extraordinary!”
Vladimir murmured softly, his voice full of pleasure.
A satisfied smile appeared on his face, as if he had tasted delicious food.
In such a weird atmosphere, everything around becomes more depressing and terrifying.
Vladimir finally swallowed the blood in his mouth and turned to look at the thick fog shadow in the corner behind him.
“Changing the name and investigating secretly is a good idea. It may be Swain’s idea.”
"Then what should we do now?" A low and sexy voice came from the shadow of the thick fog.
“Let’s arrange for someone to find it first!” Vladimir waved his hand indifferently.
"He should have arrived in Uzeris by now, right?"
"Why are you looking for it?"
Scarlet eyes lit up in the shadows, like spiders The figure transformed into a human form and stepped out.
"He is going to Katarina, can't we just wait and see at the Lost Tomb?"
Vladimir suddenly realized, looked at the figure behind him, nodded and said.
"Then let's go directly."
"With any luck, we might be able to have some fun at the lost tomb of the mysterious Ascended One."
Blood witchcraft comes from dark descendants.
The predecessor of the Dark Ones was the Ascended Army of the Shurima Empire.
Also known as the God Warrior!
The vast desert outside Wekaura.
The originally silent and desolate desert seemed to suddenly become violent and dance violently.
The blazing sky is covered with a thick layer of clouds, and the yellow-brown storm is like a wild horse that is running wild, sweeping the world crazily.
Huo Jixing frowned and looked at the changing desert.
It was calm just now, but now there is a chaotic sandstorm.
This is an ominous premonition for him, and this trip may not go smoothly.
"This is Shurima, the temper of the desert is unpredictable."
Casiopeia was one position behind Huo Jixing and spoke softly.
Her dark green eyes were filled with burning passion, and her gauzy silk shirt was draped over her body, exposing the ravine in her chest.
“I’m a little tired, can I take a rest?”
Casiopeia took a step forward, her winding snake body coiled up, and its tail rotated, intending to wrap around the Huoji star. .
“Tired?”
Huo Jixing’s face immediately turned cold, and he turned back to glare at the charming Cassiopeia.
On the way, Cassiopeia kept trying to wrap the snake's tail around Huo Jixing's body and tease his heartstrings. Even if Huo Jixing used the power of cloud and mist to isolate her, he could not stop her from approaching.
Considering Catalina, he could not directly deal with Cassiopeia, he could only prevent her from harassing him.
Huo Jixing was also a little confused.
Why did Cassiopeia become like this?
Could it be that the attack was too heavy? Unintentionally triggered Cassiopeia's lustful mentality?
"Be quiet, we will be at Vicoula soon."
Casiopeia raised her eyes and saw Huo Jixing's cold expression, pursed her lips and smiled, restraining her movements.
Huo Jixing did not avoid the sandstorm and took Cassiopeia directly across it.
Shortly after continuing forward, we saw Vikoala in the oasis.
The outline of the city is extremely clear in the intersection of desert and oasis, and it seems to be a masterpiece carefully carved by nature.
The river that runs through Weikaola is like a winding silver ribbon, meandering through the oasis.
In the center of the oasis, a huge golden sun disk hangs, reflecting thousands of sunlight and covering the bustling city.
“It’s the sun disk again!”
Huo Jixing raised his eyebrows. This was the second time he saw the sun disk.
If you add Nasramei, which you have never been to, there are already three cities in Shurima continent that have rebuilt the sun disk.
The existence of the sun disk is undoubtedly weakening the power and status of the Noxus Empire.
[Suzaku·Red Eyes and Fire Eyes]!
Red-gold flames filled his pupils. Huo Jixing looked from a distance and saw many clouds all over his field of vision.
Most of the clouds are white, but colorful clouds are also common.
"Are there so many extraordinary beings?"
Huo Jixing was a little surprised. Not to mention hiding it, Vikoula was the city where he had seen the most extraordinary beings in Shurima.
"It is worthy of being the place where fate meets."
He calmed down, took Cassiopeia down, and walked towards Vicola, who was close at hand.
Weikaola, in front of the cracked city wall.
In the crowded crowd, a tall figure wrapped in a robe was waiting in line.
The huge battlement was just as high as his height, and the higher parts were made of earth bricks dried by the scorching sun.
The people of Vicoula must have thought that this area of architecture was breathtaking, but in his eyes, it was just a poor imitation.
As Nasus strode through an archway, he looked at the piles of hard-built ashlar stones above his head and shook his head slightly.
This is very different from the craftsmanship of the Shurima Empire.
The reason for Nasus' long journey to Wekaura.
In addition to the fact that the ancient wizard Xerath is about to break the seal, it is also because he sensed that a certain owner with ascended bloodline appeared here.
This bloodline has existed for a long time, long before the empire was in ruins and its territory spanned the entire continent.
This is the most precious and powerful bloodline of ancient Shurima!
So the top priority is to find that person before the enemy.
The blood of Ascension can bring Azir back to the present world from the void, or it can completely destroy the reborn Shurima with evil intentions.
Nasus walked along the stone bridge, dust falling from the cracks like a fine veil.
“This was built by craftsmen who were exiled by the lost Icathia. Each stone was cut and laid with utmost precision.”
“But people seem to have forgotten it.”
The calmness in Nasus's deep eyes was no longer there, but ripples appeared.
Vikaula's ignorance of history stimulated his scholarly heart.
Countless centuries of bitter wandering in the depths of the desert gradually turned into violent sullenness.
“I built the Great Library, wasn’t it just to prevent the decline of memory?”
“Or is it that all of this will be turned into ruins along with the Shurima Empire?”
Nasus quickly arrived in the inner city, followed the crowd through the guards, and walked towards the temple in the center.
Although he tried his best to ignore people's gaze, his tall stature was too noticeable.
Especially the long-handled battle ax on his back is very imaginative.
The continent of Shurima has many secrets buried in it, but no one will sleep underground forever.
Some people whispered or whispered, guessing Nasus' identity, but no one dared to step forward.
Similar to the city walls and arches, the inner city of Vicoula is just a shadow of its former glory.
Azir’s mother was born in Vicoula, and the young emperor also generously bestowed grace on the people here.
The gardens on the upper floors are filled with flowers shipped from all over the empire. Surrounded by brilliant colors and wonderful aromas.
Groups of towers reaching the sky are decorated with silver and jade. Cool water gurgls from the great temple and runs along the elevated canal day and night.
People all naively believe that the happiness here will never end.
However, the past thousand years have stripped the city of its flesh and bones, leaving only its skeleton built of stone.
But half of the grand glory of that year has faded 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 the past.
Nasus followed the growing crowd, and what he saw was nothing more than a bad imitation of that forgotten history.
Skilled craftsmen designed buildings that were immediately deceptive imitations of Shurima's former glory.
The city walls were once famous for their square-cut granite, but are now made of timber and crudely hewn stone.
The original outline of the city was still there, but Nasus felt as if he was walking in a nightmare.
New materials and eccentric forms wantonly transform the once familiar surroundings.
The original appearance of everything has been deliberately distorted, as if designed to make people uneasy.
“Something’s wrong with Vicoula!”
Nasus’ eyes were cold, and an inexplicable uneasiness arose in his heart. The city was no longer a reflection of his memory.
He keenly smelled the dark energy hidden in it, which belonged to arcane magic.
"Xerath, 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.
The claws hidden in his robes clenched when he saw what the residents of Vicoula had erected in the center of the rebuilt city.
Temple of the Sun!
(End of this chapter)