Chapter 463: Iron Armor Wraith·Mordekaiser
The empty and desolate plains of the underworld.
Pale skeletons are scattered across the earth like stars, and countless souls are wandering aimlessly.
Their wails and shrill sounds weave an eternal elegy, echoing over the silent and empty plains.
In the center of the plain, an underworld territory stands proudly on the vast underworld plain.
Mitna Rachen!
This is the name of the territory of the underworld.
Looking from a distance, majestic cities stand in the center of the plain like black flags fluttering in the wind.
These black flags are connected together to draw a picture of thick ink.
Whoo! Whoops!
The cold wind of the underworld ripples across the plains, carrying a hint of chill and desolate sorrow.
Finally, it stopped quietly in front of the black wall of an ancient city and passed away in thin air.
This city is the core of many city defenses, the symbol of power in this plain, and the destination for all wandering souls.
The towering city walls surrounding the city penetrate the thick and dense mist and reach straight into the sky, showing an indescribable magnificence.
After crossing the city wall, you will see many buildings similar to Noxus style.
These buildings are scattered on both sides of the street, making the originally narrow streets appear even narrower.
However, this narrowness does not make people feel depressed. Instead, it adds solemnity and weight to the building complex.
Among them, the most eye-catching thing is undoubtedly the black tower standing in the center of the city.
This black tower is like a sharp sword, piercing the sky, as if it is declaring its supreme power and majesty to all souls.
The body of the Black Tower is made of steel, stacked up layer by layer like scales, forming a unique appearance.
These steels reflect hazy colors under the dark light of the underworld.
The black tower is surrounded by dark mist, which slowly seeps into the black iron and merges with the black tower.
The overflowing part is like a struggling ghost, sometimes condensing into strange shapes, and sometimes dispersing in the air.
On the top of the black tower, a hidden figure condensed with dark green underworld energy is overlooking the city below.
He raised his fist, and the undead energy emerged, reflecting the landscape of the plain.
"My underworld is finally built!"
Once upon a time, he stood here, a mortal soul facing complete annihilation.
And now, the kingdom he forged with his own hands spread out before his eyes, spreading across the plains.
He walked down the black tower with satisfaction, ready to return to his fortress.
Every piece of steel under your feet was made by his hands.
The solid battlements and barriers are all shaped by cruel magic and iron will.
Just when the dark green figure was about to leave the black tower, he seemed to notice familiar energy fluctuations.
He turned around and looked at the Black Tower, an inexplicable light flashing in his dark eyes.
"Something looks like my energy?"
The dark green figure was confused, and immediately took steps to enter the black tower.
The thick iron door was pushed open, and a lot of violent black mist surged, like roaring and bloodthirsty beasts, impacting the tower.
But there are densely packed tadpole-like runes engraved on the walls, and despite the impact of these black mist, the tower remains standing still.
Hearing the unfamiliar footsteps, the billowing black fog immediately turned its direction, making a deafening roar and rushing towards the source.
However, when they rushed to the dark green figure, they suddenly became quiet.
Looking at the violent black mist that had subsided, a dark green figure walked along the steel steps and arrived at the central area of the tower.
In the empty hall, a rotating energy vortex was suspended above the rune array, emitting terrifying fluctuations.
And in the energy vortex, there is a pair of lifeless hazy armor, floating and sinking.
It seems that the armor is not in the underworld, but is imprisoned here by strange means.
The dark green figure ignored the restrictions of the surrounding runic array and walked directly towards the hazy armor.
He stretched out his hand and gently touched the surface of the armor, as if he was sensing another world.
All of a sudden!
The billowing black mist in the black tower was out of control. As if it was stimulated by something, it turned into endless waves and slapped the tower.
However, all to no avail.
The endless black mist is poured into the hazy armor under the control of the dark green figure's consciousness.
Immediately afterwards, his consciousness left the underworld through the hazy armor and returned to the material realm of Valoran.
"Unfamiliar breath!"
In the deepest part of the shaft, in the surging energy vortex, what seemed to be the sleeping underworld armor lit up with a dark green glow.
"Is it my former skull?"
This is the name he used when he died for the first time. People called him.
Saan Uzu you!
"Too long a memory!"
A murmur sounded, and many memories filled the dark green eyes.
In the last era, as Sarn U'zul, he wreaked havoc on the continent of Valoran, purging all tribes and villages that stood in his way.
Forge your own empire with blood and death.
When he was about to die, he was very happy, because he was sure that his actions during his lifetime had qualified him to forever be ranked with the gods in the Hall of Bones.
But what awaits him after his death is not the glory of becoming a god or the magnificent palace.
Saan Uzul stood on the empty and silent plain of the underworld, with only chaotic whispers lingering in his ears, and ghostly mist wrapping around his body.
I'm dead!
This thought passed through his mind like a whisper in the wind.
He gradually understood the reality, but no sadness came to his heart.
Because this is exactly what he wants.
Saan U'zul looked into the distance, looking for the avenue leading to the Hall of Bones, looking for the attendants who came to welcome him into eternity.
He was getting more and more excited thinking about meeting all the great predecessors of the conquerors.
But, as far as the eye can see, there is nothing but mist.
Saan Uzul took a step forward.
He looked at his feet in surprise. The rough gravel was swimming under his feet. The wail of souls could be heard in the distance, but it was too weak to make out the words.
Unreasonable!
He strode towards the desolate plains of the underworld in front of him, determined to find the truth.
Time has passed by and is hard to count.
Confusion coalesced into doubt, doubt fueled Sarn U'zul's anger, and anger fueled a final rage.
No!
Nothing!
In this plain, there is only a sea of dry sand extending infinitely.
The wailing voice of the soul kept whispering, scratching his mind, making him irritable and crazy.
The mist remains the same, like an eternal shroud that envelopes everything, wrapping around all who come.
Thane U'zul looked up at the sky, filled with rage.
“Have the priests deceived me?”
“Or are they all false prophets, a group of fools who use false words to promote empty superstitions with fake knowledge.”
“Or maybe the judgment of the ancestors made a terrible mistake and did not accept me into the hall?”
These questions once gnawed at Sarn Uzul’s heart.
But it doesn't matter anymore.
He understood that nothing mattered anymore, only the compelling facts before him. There was nothing on the vast plains, nothing but nothingness, no rewards, no promises.
He slowly accepted the reality.
The shadow of despair follows Thane U'zul, hungry to devour him.
But he is Sarn U'zul, conqueror of the wilderness and Lord of the Horde.
He established an unprecedentedly great empire in the physical realm of Valoran.
During his lifetime, he relied on his will and ambition to overcome all difficulties and resolve all enemies who offended him.
Death is no exception!
Saan Uzul stood on the sand dunes of the plain, looking up at the black mist in the sky, and made his own oath.
If there is no kingdom in the world of the dead that I am determined to win
I will build it myself!
"It has been so long since I made the oath that I can no longer remember it!"
Dark green eyes ignored the miasma-filled shaft and looked at the dark night of Valoran. , evil pride arose in his heart.
“But soon, I will become the master of the underworld”
Where there was once nothing, he created his own world -
A kingdom where all souls will dwell forever and never dissipate.
As for his name.
After he was resurrected, he felt that his previous name was no longer appropriate.
After much consideration, he finally gave himself a name that came from the Ouchen language.
In front of the name, countless enemies and his followers add the prefix of hero to it.
Iron-armored Wraith Mordekaiser!
Underground Castle.
Above the dome where majestic energy surges.
“This is the coming will of the spider god, the Vile Throat. It’s a very interesting battle!”
From Elise's spider back, Mordekaiser's separated consciousness watched the horrific battle on the dome through his own skull.
“His opponent is not simple either. He is a carrier of star spirits, and he has different powers of star spirits in his body.”
As his consciousness moved, all the scenes in the underground space came into view. mind.
"Demon enchantment is interesting. I once had two demon pets."
"It seems that the battle is very fierce, there are a lot of demonic powers, and there is also a body integrated into it. Demon's Mortal"
"Huh? And you, LeBlanc!"
Mordekaiser noticed the pale lady who was fighting Swain, and the cold color disappeared from her skull.
LeBlanc was once one of the core members around him, possessing unique magic skills.
In his secret plan, LeBlanc actually betrayed him.
Tyranny only creates enemies!
In this name, LeBlanc united with the Noxi tribe's coalition forces, defeated Mordekaiser, and severed the connection between his soul and armor.
Then, the empty shell was sealed deep in the shaft.
In this way, Mordekaiser was expelled from the material realm, which was in line with his plan and was a crucial step.
Although power and cunning made Mordekaiser prosperous for a while, he knew that a greater destiny than the Hall of Bones awaited him.
In the once empty wasteland, the souls of all those who died under his tyrannical rule are waiting quietly.
The undead corroded by dark witchcraft will not dissipate, and the most powerful souls among them become his devout immortal army, controlled by his will.
The weak also have their own tasks.
"It was your betrayal that created my empire in the underworld!" Mordekaiser thought of the empire he established in the underworld.
Compared to the material realm and spiritual realm of Valoran.
The location of the underworld is close to the spiritual realm and contains the souls of the dead in Valoran.
Mordekaiser desires to master all forbidden knowledge of the soul and death, and to fully understand the physical realm
or any realm for that matter.
"Hey, did you notice me?"
Mordekaiser stopped staying, and his separated consciousness left the black skull, mixed into the aftermath of the surging energy, and disappeared into the underground castle.
At this time, Elise seemed to feel something, and looked at the black skull on the spider's legs, wondering if it was an illusion.
She sensed that the skull had an inexplicable resurgence of power, but after her spirit subsided, there was only the remaining power of the sacrifice.
Capital of Noxus.
Blood stained the dark night sky.
This bustling city fell into endless killing and chaos overnight.
The storm of the coup was set off by the Black Rose. They have been secretly planning for a long time in an attempt to subvert the existing order.
But under Swain's foresight, they became the turtles in the urn.
The battle group, led by Katarina's Kled, surrounded from all directions, strangling the power of the Black Rose.
Especially the aristocratic area.
This is the dense area where Black Rose members were born, and it has become the place where the battle is most intense.
The shouts of killing and the wails of pain echoed through the sky, spreading throughout the majestic castles.
During this killing, Mordekaiser's consciousness was suspended in the night sky, overlooking the battlefield below.
He smelled the strong smell of blood in the air, showing an intoxicated look.
"What a wonderful smell!"
Mordekaiser missed the war and the killings of the past.
He gradually realized that only by taking control of the empire again could he satisfy his deepest desires.
Then, he slowly left the castle, crossed the iron gates in the city, crossed the array of Trifali Legion, and crossed Catalina.
Enter the Immortal Fortress.
Mordekaiser looked at everything he knew and walked towards the place where his throne was during his lifetime.
This is the fortress he built before establishing his empire, and it is the beginning of everything for him.
He walked through the triumphal staircase, crossed the narrow corridor, and finally came to the audience hall.
There was no one in the spacious audience hall, and only the dim candlelight was lit, drawing Mordekaiser's sight to the huge throne above.
Without any hesitation.
Mordekaiser climbed up the steps and stared at his throne.
At the same time, he also noticed the many colorful flags on both sides of the throne.
"Is this a tribe that surrenders to the power of the empire?" Mordekaiser whispered softly.
Faintly, he seemed to hear countless noises surrounding him, and the cries of his soul came and went, weaving together an evil chorus of pain.
They are the souls of those who died during the conquest of the Noxian Empire.
But these souls are too ordinary and have no qualifications to attract his attention.
After all, qualified souls are already waiting in the hall, and no one dares to speak.
That’s how it should be.
Mordekaiser reached out and touched the cold throne armrest, an evil smile appeared on his face.
Then, he slowly sat on it.
(End of this chapter)