Chapter 478 Soul Shepherd Yorick
“Is this the power of the Ruined King?”
The dark mist that filled the Shadow Island could not cover the scorching heat of the shovel man. A flaming gaze.
He hesitated in his heart, as if he was asking himself, and also seemed to be asking about this ancient cursed place.
Immediately, his eyes crossed the boundless black fog and looked directly at the core area of Shadow Island.
In the collapsed ruins, a familiar and unfamiliar force is slowly resurrecting, full of destruction and rebirth.
“It’s him, it’s definitely him!”
At this moment, the shovel man’s always calm face showed ripples, and a look of determination appeared in his eyes.
In the past thousand years, he had felt the revival of the Ruined King many times.
Every time, his heart beat faster, hope and despair intertwined.
However, no matter how hard he searched, he could not find where the Ruined King was.
The aura of the Ruined King is like an untouchable light, always disappearing without a trace when he is about to approach.
Now, the aura of the Ruined King has reappeared due to the space passage.
This may be a turning point for the shovel man to fight against the curse. There is no way he will give up the investigation, even if there are traps.
After Fuguang Island experienced a disaster and turned into Shadow Island, he became the last survivor.
It can't be said to be a curse or a blessing, but he has the ability to control the dead.
But the only people imprisoned with him on the Shadow Island were the rotting corpses and the undead spirits hidden in the black mist, screaming all day long.
Although the undead and ghosts wanted to turn him into their own kind, they were unable to harm him.
The Shovel Man does not think these undead and ghosts are evil beings.
Instead, he thought they were simply lost and needed help finding their way to the other side.
Because he was the only one who could see these souls, he took the initiative to shoulder the responsibility of guide.
The Shovel Man will wander various areas of the Shadow Isles in search of lost souls.
He will accompany the undead and ghosts on their final journey to death, using the tomb shovel in his hand to open roads to the other side of eternity, guiding them in the direction.
At the same time, he knows that every soul has its own story and past.
So he listened patiently and gave them comfort and encouragement.
It's just that there are too many undead and ghosts in the Shadow Island. They wither and corrupt in the black mist until they fall.
Once humans, animals, and even plants have all transformed into ugly, ghoul-like forms.
Facing the endless death around him, the shovel man felt small and powerless.
He listened to the howling wind in his ears, which was the wail of countless lost souls. The grave shovel in his hand was already covered in dust and blood, fighting against the despair that enveloped Shadow Island.
However, fate does not seem to have completely abandoned this poor man.
As he bid farewell to these undead and ghosts, he slowly guessed the cause of the disaster that swept through Fuguang Island.
A king came here to resurrect his queen, but accidentally destroyed the islands and everything on them.
Therefore, the Shovel Man hopes to find the Ruined King and reverse the Black Mist Curse of the Shadow Isles.
To this day, he has never forgotten the religious order he once belonged to, nor has he forgotten what his brothers looked like before they turned into ghosts.
They taught themselves the ways of the Twilight Brotherhood and the true meaning of their attire.
Although they isolated themselves because of their abilities, they gave him, who was confused at the time, a new goal in life.
The shovel man’s memory gradually became clearer, and he also remembered his name——
The Soul Shepherd Yorick!
"Phew, the last hope of the archipelago!"
Yorick took a deep breath and held the ancient tomb shovel in his hand tightly.
This is his only companion and the only weapon he can rely on in this dead silence.
Then Yorick turned and left the hill, slowly walking towards the core area of Shadow Island.
The King's Palace, the Order's Sanctuary and the Pool that carries the water from the Holy Spring of Blessed Light Island.
The secrets and causes and effects of all these are entangled in the final place.
Yorick's figure looks a little stooped and lonely in the dark fog, but his firm steps tell his determination.
As he gradually penetrated deeper into the core area of Shadow Island, the surrounding black fog became thicker and thicker, like tangible tentacles, trying to block his way forward.
But Yorick was not intimidated. He held the grave shovel tightly in his hand and used it as his compass to guide the direction.
At the same time, with the appearance of the aura of the Ruined King, many terrifying entities in Shadow Island became restless.
They looked towards the center of the island, and just by looking at it, the Shadow Island surged in an instant.
The horned head flashed with ghost fire, and the soul-inducing lamp and sickle hook in his hand ignited emerald green flames. As he walked, the rusty key on his waist made a scratching sound.
The immortal soul, ending the treacherous death hunter, opened his eyes, stared in the direction of the king, and clenched the soul javelin in his hand.
The messenger of Shadow Island stood in front of the gloomy black mist. When he noticed the aura of the Ruined King, he began to gracefully sing a eulogy, praising the glory of death.
It is also a silent prayer for the coming chaos.
In the center of the black mist, the yordle wandered alone in the thick fog. In his own little world, he played with his shadow carefree and allowed the nearby curse to stir.
The core area of Shadow Island.
This was once an ancient and mysterious land, but now it has fallen into endless darkness and fog.
The glory and civilization of the past are buried in the ruins along with the dilapidated sanctuary.
Looking from afar, the dark mist lingers between the collapsed buildings, like an eternal tombstone, standing in the land surrounded by the islands.
Deep underground in the sanctuary, an empty and silent pool bears witness to the passing years.
On the turbid and dirty water, a few dark fallen leaves floated, their veins clearly visible.
At the edge of the pool, moss and vines grow on the cracked stone wall, intertwining with each other, leaving mottled marks.
Suddenly, a low and hoarse voice quietly echoed above the silent underground, as if he had just woken up from a deep sleep.
“The power of the world runes!”
“Someone is using the power of the world runes on Shadow Island!”
As the sound echoes, the calm water surface rises. ripple.
Immediately afterwards, gloomy black mist came from all directions, as if to meet the king.
They squeeze the turbid water surface, revealing the light of hope buried at the bottom.
Buzz!
The emerald green light swayed and soaked in the water, reflecting an extremely pale face.
White broken hair fell down on his forehead, and a pair of emerald-like eyes stared at the light.
Said to be a glow, it was actually a slightly broken, strange object like a candle.
Even if the appearance is broken, it still cannot hide the almost endless runic energy inside.
“Hope.!”
“Since the power of hope is not enough, then look for the power of more world runes!”
The white-haired man walked out of the black mist and stretched out his hand Touch the light of hope and touch it gently.
Then, endless dark mist poured out from his already shattered cruel heart.
Like the gentle wind, it sweeps away the turbidity of the water surface and recreates the holy spring water that carried Fuguang Island in the past.
"No matter the price, no matter what the cost."
"All atrocities, but only for merit."
Firm and crazy love ignites the desire and action of the white-haired man , the wild and restless black mist destroys everything it touches.
"I will take you back from the bloody mouth of death, and no one can disobey you!"
"Even fate!"
The cold and deep voice resounded through the ruined sanctuary. On the ground, a faint green light of ruined swords rose into the sky.
The order on behalf of the king was issued, and all the undead ghosts surged around, intending to search the Shadow Island to find the power of the world runes.
A corner of the capital of Noxus. The crimson dusk glow spreads like silk across the sky, covering the city in a warm color.
In the officer's residential area, in a three-story building.
In the silent house, Heini has been waiting quietly, seemingly waiting for an important moment.
When he heard the door open, Henie quickly rushed out of the room, his eyes shining with anticipation.
He looked at the door, scratched the back of his head and grinned when he saw the familiar figure.
"Stop being silly, Heini, go get some food quickly, I'm starving!"
Anne leaned out half of her body from behind Huo Jixing, looked at Heini's honest face, and wrinkled her cute smile Nose said.
Her small white hands held Huo Jixing's warm hands tightly, as if she was reluctant to let go.
“Okay!”
Haini, who was completely relaxed, smiled and nodded to Huo Jixing and Annie, then turned and ran to the kitchen.
Within a moment, a blazing fire ignited in the kitchen, and the aroma of food filled the room.
Haini operates various kitchen utensils extremely skillfully and prepares every dish carefully.
And in the quiet living room.
Anne held Tibbs who had transformed into a teddy bear in one hand, and held the lazy snow-white Poro in the other hand, sitting on Huo Jixing's lap.
Her face was filled with a smile of happiness and contentment, as if she had found the safest haven in the world.
Huo Jixing rubbed Annie's head helplessly and let her sit.
Although he has been guarding the space channel with high intensity for several consecutive days, he does not feel any mental fatigue.
As a result, Swain and Darius insisted on letting him rest for a while.
In this way, Huo Jixing got a short vacation and returned to his residence.
As for Heini, as a sword boy, he was influenced by Huo Jixing and did not participate in the military operations of the Trifali Council.
Instead, he stayed at his residence and waited silently for Huo Jixing's return.
When the sumptuous dinner was ready, Henie brought the food to the table.
Huo Jixing and Annie left the living room and sat around the dining table, enjoying the food and the rare reunion time.
They chatted about the black rose that has become a thing of the past, and shared some things that happened in the underground castle.
Time passes slowly and silently like fine sand.
When night falls, the lights of the capital gradually light up, dotting the night sky that ends the chaos.
Anne couldn't stand it any longer, her eyelids were frequently fighting. After stretching, she let Huo Jixing hold her and walk towards her pink room.
Huo Jixing gently placed Annie on the bed, then slowly exited the room, returned to his bedroom, and entered deep meditation.
The fierce battle in the underground castle brought him many unprecedented experiences and insights.
In particular, Xuanwu Xingxu's ability touches the underworld and the soul, allowing him to study it for better mastery in the future.
Early next morning.
Huo Jixing woke up from deep meditation, and the water of Rengui like black mercury soaked into his eyes and disappeared into his pupils.
"The Xuanwu Constellation has just opened, many talents and abilities have not yet appeared, and more essence is needed."
Huo Jixing murmured softly, preparing to mention it to Swain, again Go to the Imperial Treasury.
He will select some unimportant magic rune items to decompose and use them to open the Xuanwu Star.
Boom! Boom!
A light knock on the door brought Huo Jixing back to his thoughts.
After he stood up and opened the door, he saw Heini coming over, holding a letter sealed with lacquer in his hand.
“This is the letter sent by the Leiser Guard Corps, ready to be handed over to you.” Heini said.
"Yes." Huo Jixing nodded.
He has not forgotten his identity. He is the leader of the Leiser Guard Corps, and someone will send news regularly every day.
This letter will contain important information about the empire, and may also be an important decision of the Trifari Council.
Back at the desk, Huo Jixing wiped off the paint, opened the letter, and took out the letter paper inside.
The content on the letter is not much, but it is very important. It is related to the Black Rose and the subsequent purge operations of the Trifari Council.
LeBlanc disappeared without a trace after escaping from the underground castle.
Even the core members of Black Rose are unable to contact her, as if she never existed.
Obviously, LeBlanc is preparing to abandon these core members left in the capital.
Believing that they have betrayed the Secret Society, they have fallen into the arms of the Trifari Council.
The empire does not expect to be able to surround and kill LeBlanc through the imprisoned core members of the Black Rose.
Their goals are more ambitious, aiming to exploit the complex network of relationships within the Black Rose.
Conduct a thorough purge inside and outside the empire, and completely eradicate the black rose that has pierced the blood of the empire.
This goal is destined to be extremely difficult.
Since the records of the Empire, there have been many great Noxian commanders with similar goals, but all of them failed.
Huo Jixing couldn't help but think of Swain and Darius.
They are the most important pillars of the empire, leading the empire forward with their firm character and unyielding faith.
With their characters, for the future of the empire, and for their beliefs, they will definitely erase the Black Rose.
Huo Jixing let out a breath, slowly closed the letter in his hand, and fell into deep thought.
For him, although LeBlanc's strength is good, it is not his opponent at all.
It is just because of her special ability that she cannot kill the opponent in the underground castle.
What Huo Jixing cares most about is the iron-armored ghost Mordekaiser and the underworld empire he established.
This is the true threat to the Noxian Empire.
In the battle in the underground castle, if it hadn’t been for Qian Jue’s unexpected appearance, the final outcome would have been uncertain.
"Fire Demon, Raven Demon!"
Huo Jixing tapped his fingers on the table, thinking of Mordekaiser's two demon pets.
Their defeat was not only an individual defeat, but also subtly changed the direction of the underground castle battle.
The consciousness of the flame demon Tybok was firmly suppressed by Tibos after being severely damaged by the fire of Nanli.
Perhaps it won't be long before Tibbers will completely replace Tybok and become the new flame demon.
The fate of the raven demon is even more miserable.
As the leader of Noxus, Swain has already calculated all his actions.
Not long after the Raven Demon woke up, before he could enjoy the taste of freedom, he was sealed by the power of [Fragments of Reverence].
Together with his consciousness, he was completely defeated, and the accumulated demonic power became the nutrient for Swain to improve his strength.
"Yordle, evil little mage Veigar, spiritual realm."
The image of Veigar escaping from the material realm and returning to the spiritual realm appeared in Huo Jixing's mind.
“Is Bandle City in the spiritual realm?”
Where is the hometown of the Yodles?
Regarding this issue, people in Valoran have different opinions.
But there are records within the empire that Bandle City exists in a strange magical world that transcends the material realm.
It is also the so-called spiritual realm.
Huo Jixing stood up and came to the window, looking at the busy streets and the hard-working Noxians.
The empire is heading in a good direction.
Neither he nor Swain nor Darius would allow anyone to drag the empire into the abyss.
"LeBlanc, Mordekaiser!"
(End of this chapter)