Chapter 464: The Last King’s Landing: The Gaze of the Sheep Spirit
The audience hall was empty.
The dim candlelight was lit, reflecting the neat and smooth black marble floor.
At the top of the stone steps, Mordekaiser sat on the throne in a leisurely manner, looking around below with unruly eyes.
The iron chair back stretches upwards steeply, turning into spikes pointing towards the sky.
The surface of the throne's pedestal is covered with sharp-shaped characters in the Ouchen language.
With Mordekaiser's gaze.
The air in the audience hall was almost solid, and an almost palpable heavy and cold atmosphere quietly filled the air.
Following this, there were many wailing sounds that gradually sounded from the soul.
It is the soul left behind by his killings.
It is also his trophy.
Under the seal of the necromancy secrets, these barely qualified souls are bound to the throne and cannot be freed.
Mordekaiser listened to the wails of these souls, reverberating in his ears like the most beautiful music, and he was intoxicated.
After a while.
Mordekaiser's eyes fell on the soul of a mage below.
He remembered that this was a member of the mage group under LeBlanc, who had extremely high attainments in the field of magic runes.
Seeing the return of Mordekaiser, the mage's soul showed a look of disbelief on his slightly confused face.
He seemed to be recalling something, perhaps the memory of his lifetime, or perhaps the fear of the upcoming fate.
Before he could make a sound, Mordekaiser stretched out his hand and pulled the mage's soul to him.
“I remember you, mortal mage, you once united your own mage group to protect your own secret code!”
"Why did you come back? Did the pale lady and the others fail?" The mage soul struggled to utter a few words, looking horrified.
In their plan, Mordekaiser was supposed to lose control of the Underworld Armor and be expelled from the material realm by them.
But now, Mordekaiser appears again in the Immortal Fortress, and has the terrifying power to control the soul.
"The Pale Lady? LeBlanc's fake name?" Mordekaiser instantly understood who the Pale Lady was in the mouth of the mage's soul.
With LeBlanc’s unique magic power of illusion, it can indeed be done easily.
In other words, LeBlanc may be just one of her many aliases.
"Forget it, it seems like you don't know too much for being stupid."
Mordekaiser was not interested, and he held the mage's neck with his palm and squeezed it gently.
Bang!
The mage's soul shattered, and bursts of dark green ghost energy merged into the throne base.
Mordekaiser stood up and looked around.
The souls existing in the audience hall looked at the fearful figure in the memory, remaining silent, not daring to make the slightest sound.
"Stupidity means failure. Your faults will be liquidated one by one when I come to Valoran."
He looked at all the souls and spoke in the indescribable language of the dead. I read a string of words.
The living are sad,
Take off the flesh and blood,
it’s all mine.
Then Mordekaiser stepped lightly on the ground.
Within a breath, many souls existing in the audience hall slowly rose up, whistling and swirling in the hall.
Finally, put it into his body.
Mordekaiser lowered his eyes and watched them blend into his body, feeling cruel pleasure in his heart.
He opened his arms as if embracing the empire beneath his feet and the world of the living.
“Dead twice, reborn three times!”
“My return means the death of the traitor!”
But before that, Mordekaiser also LeBlanc is needed to inject enough necromancy energy into the Underworld Armor.
He stepped on the cleared marble floor and walked out of the hall, preparing to return to the soul shaft of the underground castle.
This empire still smells familiar.
When he returns, everything here will be restored to how it was in his memory.
And he will have the rune magic power of the underworld, the spiritual realm and the mortal world at the same time to reshape the world.
All souls in Runeterra are waiting with eager anticipation for the beginning of his reign.
Dark clouds obscured the moonlight at night.
Mordekaiser returned to the Castle of Glanth silently, preparing to return to the Soul Shaft.
Suddenly!
In the silent passage, Mordekaiser stopped and frowned.
He stared into the distance and smelled a strange and dangerous soul power.
Not far away, a strange white figure came into his eyes.
The plush body is sitting upright on the steel door, its feet are swinging gently, ignoring the material of the iron door, swaying back and forth.
Seemingly noticing Mordekaiser's soul aura, the sheep spirit turned his head and looked at Ang Zang's figure in the shadow.
"I smell a familiar breath on you, the breath of death in the underworld."
Sheep Spirit's voice was very light.
But after Mordekaiser heard this, his eyes narrowed, and a huge wave surged in his heart.
But with just one glance, could you tell where he came from?
Mordekaiser's dark eyes swept across the innocent and ignorant white figure in front of him.
Looking carefully, this guy looks like a weak lamb standing upright, but he has extraordinary wisdom and gives him a very dangerous feeling.
Wait
Mordekaiser's eyes fell on the silver-white long bow in the hands of the sheep spirit, and he vaguely sensed the aura of the spiritual realm.
Suddenly, he understood that the sheep spirit in front of him was not a creature in the material realm.
"Things are getting interesting." Mordekaiser whispered softly.
In addition to LeBlanc, there are also beings in the spiritual realm who are eyeing the power of the underworld.
"Who are you? Why do you appear here?"
"Me? I am the Sheep Spirit, the guardian of death." The Sheep Spirit replied gently.
"Someone is stealing the power of death. I am here to find the person who stole it and send his soul to the afterlife."
Mordekaiser fell into silence after hearing this.
Just when he was hesitating whether to take action, a deep voice suddenly sounded from behind.
“Do you want to take action?”
Behind Mordekaiser, the wolf spirit appeared riding a gray mist-like body.
He was clinging to the dome of the passage, looking down at Mordekaiser who was about to move with brutal eyes, as if he could launch an attack at any time.
“Who is it?”
Mordekaiser was startled, and immediately looked up and saw the wolf spirit shrouded in gray mist.
"Is this a wolf?"
He first looked at the suspended wolf spirit, and then moved his eyes again to look at the sheep spirit sitting on the door, and incredible thoughts arose in his heart.
Eternal Hunting Twins·Qian Jue!
In myths and legends, they are the spirits that control death. They are independent of each other but never separated.
And now, they appeared in front of him.
Bang!
Without any hesitation, Mordekaiser decisively destroyed the separated consciousness.
The body of the dark green ghost was shattered and disappeared into thin air in the passage, erasing all traces of its existence.
Obviously, the appearance of the wolf spirit and sheep spirit made Mordekaiser feel unprecedented pressure. "Hey, he seems to have run away?"
The sheep spirit, who was watching from the sidelines, jumped down from the steel door and came to the place where Mordekaiser disappeared, frowning.
The wolf spirit followed closely behind, falling like a gray snake wrapped in mist, spinning around the sheep spirit.
"Little Lamb, he can't run away!"
The wolf spirit raised his blue eyes and looked in the direction of the underground castle, a cunning look appeared in his eyes.
“He is my prey!”
[Qianjue’s Seal]!
It turned out that the wolf spirit had cleverly left a mark when it had just touched Mordekaiser's soul consciousness.
This means that no matter where Mordekaiser escapes, he cannot escape the tracking of the wolf spirit.
He will follow the mark and hunt Mordekaiser beneath his bow.
"Dear wolf, let's move on."
The sheep spirit grasped the silver-white long bow and jumped into the depths of the passage.
"It is your destiny today to hunt down those who steal the power of death!"
The wolf spirit followed silently, and the eyes behind the mask looked at the sheep spirit lovingly.
Underworld, Mitna Rachen
The dark interior of the black tower.
As all the black mist dissipated, the underworld iron armor in the rune circle suddenly dimmed, as if it had lost its luster of life.
Mordekaiser slowly came back to his senses, a look of worry in his dark green eyes.
For him, annihilating the separated consciousness is a very simple matter, and it is not worthy of his too much consideration.
Because, as long as there is enough soul energy, he can frequently separate consciousness.
The most important thing now is
Eternal Hunting Twins Qian Jue!
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 makes Mordekaiser even more uneasy is that Kindred seems to be pursuing the scent of the soul in the underworld.
This is not a good thing for him.
The empire of the underworld has been built, and when he returns to the material realm one day, he can rule the underworld and the human world.
But Qian Jue's appearance cast a lingering shadow in his heart.
In Mordekaiser's long life, there were few beings that could threaten him.
Qian Jue is one of them!
"Don't be impatient. With so many people watching the death power of the underworld, LeBlanc will definitely not be able to sit still."
Mordekaiser looked at the underworld armor that was gradually solidifying in front of him. , whispered softly.
With LeBlanc's character, how could she easily let others pick the fruits of a millennium-long plan?
It is also at this moment.
Mordekaiser seemed to sense something, closed his eyes, and extended his spiritual power to the limit through the connection with the underworld armor.
Subtle energy fluctuations came from the depths of the soul shaft, like an ancient call, penetrating the barrier of the two worlds and touching his soul.
“Has it started yet?”
Mordekaiser murmured to himself, with an imperceptible tremor in his voice, expressing his desire and expectation for his fate to come.
In his hazy vision, he could vaguely see the surge of soul energy, 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."
Mordekaiser's eyes showed pride, as if he had foreseen the outcome.
He knows LeBlanc too well. The relationship between the two is complicated and full of mutual temptations and contests.
LeBlanc would not act so rashly without being completely sure.
Especially when it comes to something as important as connecting the underworld armor.
Every decision made by LeBlanc must be carefully considered to determine whether it will be successful.
But now the situation is out of control, and LeBlanc made his 'wrong' choice.
Underground castle, above the dome.
The majestic energy surged like a furious wave, leaving hideous traces on the solid stone wall.
The aftermath of the battle raged, impacting the surrounding space. Coupled with the diffuse black fog, Huo Jixing and the Spider God could no longer be seen clearly.
Occasionally, red-gold flames and turquoise brilliance will light up in the dense gray, like a glazed illusion, telling everyone the intensity of this battle.
Poof!
The red-gold sword light passed by, piercing the restless and turbulent black mist, and struck the black spider's leg with incomparable precision.
The hard hair on the surface of the spider's legs and the shiny carapace instantly shattered under the red-gold sword light.
Under the cracked carapace, the internal structure revealed is astonishing. It is almost substantive dark energy.
They are intertwined into a web within the spider's legs, forming an aggregation of the spider god's will.
However, when these dark energies encounter the burning of Nanli Fire, they melt and dissipate quickly like ice and snow encountering the blazing sun.
At the same time, with the burst of bright sword light, the spider legs that looked like sharp spears were directly annihilated.
"Roar!"
In the thick black fog, the angry roar of the Spider God came.
He lowered his eyes and looked at Huo Jixing, who was holding the spiritual wind. His red compound eyes were full of anger, wanting to completely engulf the star spirit genius in front of him.
But now he is in trouble.
After a fierce confrontation.
The Spider God's mountain-like spider body is slightly dim, and the darkness surrounding it is getting thinner and thinner as it is consumed.
Affected, the spider's body was no longer as strong as before, with many sword marks all over its body.
Looking from a distance, the red-gold flame clings to the spider's body, like mottled starlight, jumping and burning in the darkness.
Huo Jixing ignored the anger in the red eyes of the Spider God, danced lightly on the spiritual wind, and pulled out flaming sword flowers.
Each sword flower swayed and fell, leaving fatal traces on the body of the Spider God.
After a simple confrontation, he had tested the strength of the Spider God's will, which was almost at the peak of the legend.
Coupled with the pressure of the gods, it is absolutely crushing for ordinary legendary powerhouses.
However, for Huo Jixing, whose attributes have now reached the legendary limit.
This kind of strength can only force him to activate the postures of Suzaku and Qinglong.
Not as much as the pressure brought by the Desert Emperor Azir.
After Azir was resurrected, he raised the sun disk again, allowing the power of ascension in his body to gradually reach its peak.
Even Huo Jixing had to admit Azir's strength.
Huo Jixing let out a breath and stared at the restless Spider God with slightly cold eyes.
If the power of the Spider God's coming this time is this, then he will end this battle.
Because at this moment, an invisible danger arose deep in Huo Jixing's heart.
The aura of the underworld filling the air became stronger and stronger, several times stronger than before.
It is even rising slowly, as if people are in a place of death.
Obviously, there is something going on that he doesn't know about.
Huo Jixing's eyes fell on the Spider God, trying to find the answer.
But the Spider God just waved his black spider legs and chopped them off at him without giving him any clues.
"If it weren't for you, it would have to be the pale lady!"
(End of this chapter)