Chapter 444: Arrow of Punishment·Scythe of Verus' Shadowstream·Kayn
The southern tip of the Ionian Islands.
In the area near the Sea of Guardians, an ancient island surrounded by sea is like a pearl embedded in the long coastline.
On the edge of the island, the rolling and steep mountains turn into natural barriers to protect this land.
Looking from a distance, these mountains appear slightly dilapidated, as if they have experienced a catastrophe.
It was the deep imprint left by the Noxus Empire after it invaded the island.
Even though the mountains have been baptized by wind and frost, those traces have not been washed away, seeming to tell those who came after that period of tragic history.
At the towering peak of the mountain range, a temple stands alone.
The traces of time are engraved on the dilapidated walls, telling the story of the once prosperous atmosphere.
Because it was once the most sacred place on the island——
Temple of Pallas!
But now, the mountain road leading to the temple has long been broken, and mossy stones are scattered everywhere.
Every time you go a certain distance, you must be careful to prevent falling off the cliff.
Dried crimson traces can often be seen along the way. They may be darker or lighter, telling the story of the brutal battles in the past.
Whoo! Whoops!
Suddenly, a biting cold wind blew up.
With a trace of bloody breath, it crossed the broken mountain road and brushed against the ruins of the temple, making a shrill whimpering sound.
Like lost souls weeping for the atrocities and killings brought about by the Noxian Empire.
The dim starlight falls, swaying in the wind, soaking into the ruined temple on the top of the mountain.
Indistinctly, in the backyard of the temple, you can see a desolate ancient well standing, full of mottled marks.
Not far from the ancient well, on the ground covered with crimson autumn leaves, a figure was sitting cross-legged lonely.
In the dim environment, the downcast face could not be seen clearly, only the long snow-white hair was scattered, covering the seemingly thin body.
Body
Pale and inhumanly graceful!
Part of it is human and part is dark descendant. It is like the intersection of two worlds, creating this body.
The cold wind blew, and the long snow-white hair danced.
In the dim environment, a pair of strange eyes glowing with white light blinked, like bright stars on the sky, shining with a profound aura.
"Sinners must suffer!"
The figure with long snow-white hair woke up in a daze, and just his opening of the mouth caused the temple to be enveloped in a layer of mysterious energy.
“The restlessness of the immortal heart!”
"Is it the void or the sun?"
The figure with long snow-white hair felt that the immortal heart in his body suddenly shook slightly, his brows furrowed, and doubts filled his heart.
The sun once gave him strength, but in the end it was the void that gave him his destination!
The figure with long snow-white hair seemed to be thinking. Just as he was about to get up, he found that he was tightly connected to the ground as if he was frozen.
Inside his pale body, someone was tugging at his soul, plunging him into endless darkness from which he could not extricate himself.
"Ionians, where do you get your strength from?" A low and illusive voice echoed in the temple.
“From each other, till death do us part!”
He asked and answered himself.
But the voices behind were obviously different, as if two people were answering the question together, decisive and firm.
“You are too eager for redemption!”
The figure with long snow-white hair lowered his eyes and looked at the purple mark at the heart.
The dim light filled the air, and two different but firm faces stared at the figure with long snow-white hair.
"Verus, you were once a human being, so why don't you long for redemption?"
Verus looked calm and looked at the purple-red longbow that had been with him for thousands of years.
“It’s impossible, I can only go to a higher place!”
His tone was heavy, as if he had experienced the sufferings of the world and experienced the warmth and coldness of the world.
"Valmao, Kai, don't interfere with me anymore!"
"I don't need humanity!"
Verus murmured in a low voice, with his pale and strange body There was a purple glow, like an evil ghost crawling out of the abyss, revealing an aura of corruption.
He suppressed the chaotic consciousness in his heart and stood up slowly.
Her long snow-white hair was spread along her shoulders, revealing the forehead wiper she wore on her forehead. The red gemstone embedded in it reflected the starlight in the sky and reflected her calm face.
Making Verus look even more cold and mysterious.
The shirtless body is engraved with ancient purple marks, and the palms are slightly twisted, like a void monster, with a cold and sharp feeling.
Verus walked slowly to the edge of the Pallas Temple, overlooking the Pallas Mountain below.
The majestic mountains wind like dragons on the earth. The red plants covering the mountains infect the mountains, as bright as blood.
The shrill cold wind howled by, bringing with it an icy touch and endless sadness, rattling the mind.
Verus closed his eyes and let the cold wind blow over his pale cheeks, feeling the biting cold.
In a daze, the sound of war echoed in his ears.
It is the collision of iron and iron, the shouts of soldiers and the neighing of war horses.
He seemed to be in the battlefield again, feeling the passionate atmosphere.
At the same time, the roars of the cursed monsters also sounded in my mind, full of anger and madness, wanting to completely engulf the world.
“Shurima!”
Verus opened his white eyes and looked in the direction of Shurima.
No matter what he has become today, during the ancient Shurima Empire, he was a model of loyalty and honor.
At the end of the Icathian War, Verus' hometown was still attacked even though it was far away from the cursed land over there.
The other guards left their posts to defend the surrounding villages and towns, but Varus stayed alone in the temple.
Every arrow shot was accompanied by his heart-breaking roar.
Because he chose to stick to his oath instead of returning to his hometown to protect his family.
When the envoys of the Ascended Legion found Verus, they saw him kneeling in solemn meditation among the enemy corpses scattered on the ground.
It is said that his cold gaze can make even the warriors of the gods feel uneasy.
And Verus' only thought of living was to seek revenge against Icathia and the Void.
Verus felt something, and looked back at the core of the Ionian Islands, his brows slightly relaxed.
"Did you also feel that energy fluctuation? Rayast!"
He still doesn't understand how the Shurima Empire won the most tragic battle in the world. war, and it's not entirely clear how the Empire ultimately fell.
Therefore, Verus wants to find all the surviving dark descendants, just like Nayafili once did, and lead them to explore all the secrets behind them.
"I will travel across the world to awaken my fellow Darkin."
"And you, Valmao, Kai, don't stop me anymore!"
"The three of us Although they are independent, are they not one body and three souls? "
Verus looked at the purple heart, faintly aware of the compromise of the other two, and couldn't help but hold the purple long bow in his hand tightly.
"Yes, that's how it should be, we are the arrows of punishment!" He chuckled, an elegant smile appearing on his pale face.
"We are"
"Verus!"
Ionian Islands.
Balu'e Province, Yipu River.
Even though the war ended long ago, the landing point at the mouth of the Yiura River is still covered with bloody traces, like deep scars carved on this land.
The seawater of the Guardian Sea pours continuously into the Yipu River, trying to wash the river with its purity and clarity.
However, the blood in the river seems to be deep-rooted and cannot be completely washed away.
Dark night falls, and the mouth of Yipu River is shrouded in thick shadow.
These shadows spread out with the starlight in the sky, like terrifying giant beasts, slowly moving along the broken river bank, swallowing up the light. There is such a saying among the famous Shadow Stream Sect.
After each killing, the shadow becomes deeper.
This is the evil reputation created by the Shadow Stream disciples through their own killings.
The thick shadows near the river bank now seem to be created by a series of killings, which is horrifying.
Buzz! Buzz!
In the shadows that were so rich that you could almost touch them, two glows of different colors suddenly lit up, one red and one blue, cutting through the night.
"The power of Noxus is a joke!"
A cold and crazy voice, full of ridicule and disdain, broke the silent night.
As the voice fell, a tall figure slowly walked out of the shadows.
Carrying a black scythe on his back, the sharp blade shone coldly in the dim light, exuding a frightening evil aura.
The tall man was wearing a pitch-black outer coat, the skirt of which swayed gently in the wind, and his long black braids hanging down his back, seeming to blend in with the surrounding darkness.
His footsteps were light and soundless, like a night ghost, arriving at the broken bank of the Yipu River.
The river water has long been dyed dark red, and a strong smell of rust fills the air.
The man stood on the broken river bank, his eyes penetrated the blood mist, staring at the blood-stained river.
He saw his young comrades, Ionians, and even some Vastayans all died in this landing battle.
“Kayn, you have a mission.”
The shadows behind the man surged, and a figure also wearing a dark coat appeared.
Seeing Kaiyin's indifference, Nakuri's cold eyes flashed with anger.
In the Shadow Stream Sect, few people dare to treat him like this.
But since Kayn joined the Shadow Stream, Nakuri found that his once proud status was shaky.
He is a little uneasy and jealous!
Buzz!
Kayn slowly turned around, the black scythe cutting through the night, pointing at Nakuri's throat.
"Nakuri, aren't you used to failure?"
Nakuri held his breath subconsciously, stared at Kayn in front of him, and his trembling eyes fell on the black scythe.
A red one-eye was embedded in the sharp blade, seeming to be looking at him hungrily.
"This evil weapon"
Nakuri suppressed the anger in his heart, and the terrifying scene of a sickle swallowing the enemy's flesh and blood faintly appeared in front of his eyes.
"The Shadow Stream Sect needs you to perform an important task, related to the Balance Sect."
After saying that, Nakuri stopped making any sound and retreated into the shadows.
Kayin stood still, his eyes cold and deep, staring at Nakuri in the shadow.
"Delicious food, are you just giving up?"
A crazy and hoarse voice came from the black sickle in his hand, and the bloody one eye blinked gently.
"The fury is in the palm of your hand, let go and enjoy the killing!"
Kayn took back his scythe and no longer looked at Nakuri, but lowered his head slightly, his red and blue eyes A familiar figure was reflected in it.
“He is my mentor’s right-hand man, not your food.”
"Your mentor is indeed a good parasitic target, but unfortunately, the power in his body is not simple." The bloody one-eyed whisper.
"What were you doing just now? Did you recall the past?"
"Haha, this reminds me of your desire to live, huh, it's ridiculous."
"Tell me, Rhaast, why did you ask me to come here?"
Kayn did not answer, stretched out his hand and rubbed the scythe, which was part of his body.
It looks like a weapon.
In fact, it is a living giant scythe, a dark descendant.
The black scythe called Raast, with one blood-colored eye and solemnity, looked across the Sea of Watchers towards the continent of Shurima.
“I smelled death not long ago!”
“No, no, exactly”
"It's the sun, and the void!"
"They are resurrecting and returning!"
Hearing this, Kayn's eyes tightened, and the red and blue light became brighter.
He understood who they were that Raast was referring to, it had been shared when the two became one.
“He noticed it too!”
"Who?"
"Verus!"
Kayin's heart moved, and he was very familiar with Verus' name.
During the Ionian War, the Shadowstream Cult resisted the invasion of the Noxus Empire and knew all the heroes who emerged.
Verus, with his own strength, repelled several attacks from the Noxian Empire on the Pallas Mountains and killed many Noxian soldiers.
The Ionians successfully protected the villages and towns near Mount Pallas.
"His strength is not simple." Laast's tone was a little more solemn.
In the Battle of the Blood of the Sun, Verus killed countless famous and powerful men with his extraordinary and holy bow skills.
He is a lonely and cold-blooded killer.
Even Raast may not necessarily be Varus’s opponent if he is deliberately calculating.
"What do you want to do?" Kayn heard Raast's fear and asked with a frown.
“It’s up to you, you are my master now!” Laast said with a smile.
"Do you want to complete the mission first and then go to Shurima? Or go immediately?"
Kayn fell into silence and stopped talking.
But his actions answered.
In front of the mouth of the Yipu River, Kaiin's eyes left the blood-red water and fell on Nakuri's body.
The strong guy who once competed side by side with him now seems a little lonely.
"Fear is your shadow, you wrap yourself in it."
Nakuri clenched his fists. He should not have refuted in defeat, but he thought of their mentor
When the master taught them how to hide in the shadows.
He still responded dully: "Born in the shadows, dead in the shadows!"
"This is what you always say, Kayn."
Kayn, who was about to leave, heard this. , a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He raised the black sickle in his hand and waved it to Nakuri.
He has made a decision and is ready to set off for the Shurima continent after completing the mission.
As his strength grew, Kayn felt his destiny.
Either tame Raast in his hands and bend to his will;
Or, Raast will swallow him up and pave the way for the destruction of Runeterra.
But Kayn believes that one day, his power will even surpass that of his mentor -
Lord of Shadow Stream, Zed!
But now, he has a mission to do.
With Raast.
Destroy those pesky guys from the Kinkou Sect!
(End of this chapter)