Chapter 509 Shadows throb at the thorns of the rose
The capital of Noxus.
The cold wind of winter invades the ancient palace complex, but it cannot suppress the swarms of ravenous crows that spread all over the corners of the capital.
Late late at night, the busy and noisy streets and alleys are still there.
The voracious crow waved its dark wings, leaving the eaves and crossing the turbid clouds, its bright red eyes hidden in the night.
As the majestic palace came into view, the figure of an old noble was reflected in the cold pupils of the crow-eating man.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Howling wind blows away the clouds and mist.
The eating crow suddenly turned into lightning, split the heavy clouds, fell from the sky, and landed accurately on the white jade balcony.
The cold wind blows the gray hair, and the eating crow changes from extremely fast to still, making people feel that time has frozen at this moment.
It stood quietly on the palm of the hand, its scarlet eyes flashing with a vague light, as if conveying a message.
“Can’t you help it?”
The bright moonlight smeared the clothes and armor, Swain stared at the crimson eyes of the eating crow, and compared the scene he saw with the When you hear the words, put them all into your mind.
Glass lights, aristocratic dance.
Those seemingly unrelated figures pass by each other in the shadows at the edge of the dance floor.
On the surface, she looks bright and has a distinguished status, but in fact, she has hidden agendas.
Swain calmly browsed the lake, and the details of everyone at the dance fell into the eyes of the eating crows outside the window.
The beautiful music is mixed with whispers and laughter, telling the wantonness of the nobles.
However, when these sounds reached Swain’s ears, they seemed extremely harsh.
Immediately afterwards, these people left the ball and walked into the dark and narrow road, approaching the Castle of Gulans.
In the groggy environment, they took out the hidden magic items, concealed their aura, and carefully observed the patrol of Cui Fafa's army.
Their movements are smooth and secretive. Each movement is extremely cautious and well thought out, as if it was planned in advance.
“Tsk, tsk!”
Seeing the picture in his mind, Swain first frowned, and then laughed softly.
"What a familiar tactic, Black Rose's spies and spies."
"Looking at their movements, it seems that they have already understood the patrol time of the Trifali Legion soldiers, and cleverly avoided the sight of the secret sentry."
Swain watched everything indifferently, and gently stroked the Ravenous Crow, Recalling the conversation Huo Jixing had with him before he left.
Yes, everything is starting to become clear.
"As expected, it was LeBlanc's secret plan to lead you to the border of Northland." Swain thought in his heart, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
LeBlanc’s eyes are both plot and conspiracy.
She was certain that the empire could not allow the northern border to fall into corruption.
While thinking, Swain already understood the conspiracy of LeBlanc and Black Rose.
This was an elaborate trap designed to weaken the defenders of the Imperial capital by causing chaos in the North.
"Thousands of years of planning, who would be willing to give up?"
Swain slowly shook his head, walked away from the palace that symbolized power, and walked along the pictures he saw, towards the place in his memory. Noble castle.
The cold winter wind blew over his face, blowing his gray-white hair, revealing a pair of cold red eyes.
After the cup of tea.
Swain was wrapped in an old coat and looked at the splendid and luxurious aristocratic castle in front of him, smelling the faint and extraordinary atmosphere in the air.
Inside the castle, the lights are brightly lit and the music is filled.
The grand banquet is still in full swing, and the nobles are still immersed in a world of luxury and wealth, completely unaware that death is quietly approaching.
As Swain arrived, the departing crow took away his order.
Near the current castle, there are already soldiers of Trifali Legion waiting silently.
The leader is Draven, who wears wolfskin mail and carries a flying ax on his shoulder.
He saw Swain's figure from a distance, immediately stepped over and spoke respectfully.
“Your Majesty Swain, everything is ready.”
Hearing this, Swain's eyes turned and fell towards the shadows of the street.
Compared with the prosperity in the castle, an elite soldier named Cuifali Legion was standing in the cold streets.
Wearing dark armor, holding sharp weapons, they looked at themselves with burning eyes.
Swain nodded, signaling that he could start taking action.
Delevin understood instantly, turned around quickly, and waved to the thirsty Trifali Legion soldiers behind him.
As Draven's order was issued, the door to killing suddenly opened.
The aristocratic banquet that was originally filled with sweet music was instantly flooded with dark fuel, turning the quiet and peaceful scene into a purgatory on earth.
The soldiers of Trifali Legion rushed towards the many nobles who were panicking and questioning them loudly with cold expressions.
The light of the sword suppressed the hanging glass light from the dome, and the bloody nightmare suddenly descended.
In an instant, screams and wails came one after another, erasing the earlier laughter and laughter.
Blood dyed the gorgeous carpet red, corpses piled up, and the former glory and dignity were ruthlessly trampled and destroyed at this moment.
Swain stood alone, watching everything calmly.
There was no mercy or sympathy in his heart.
The depravity and decay of these nobles have long been doomed to their demise, and he is only accelerating this process.
In fact, as early as when he launched the coup, he already understood that if the empire wanted to rise again, it must be removed from the inside out.
All the previous means of saving were his promise to the nobles and his last insistence.
But the emergence of the Shadow Island Passage completely wiped away the sympathy in my heart.
Da da! Ta-ta! Ta-ta!
After enjoying a hearty killing, Draven came to Swain's side and asked, walking on the red blood.
“What’s next?”
Swain did not answer Draven, and quietly looked at the blood-stained castle, waiting for the last life to pass away.
The area around the castle has already been controlled, and no one is allowed to approach without his warrant.
The current situation in the empire is already at its most critical moment.
Even more critical than the one-night coup that once replaced it.
Swain’s choice was simple.
He would rather kill by mistake than destroy the Black Rose spy hidden in the capital.
“I can only say I’m sorry.” Swain looked away.
Faced with the rolling torrent of the empire, anyone who tries to act like a chariot will be crushed.
"Go to Gulans Castle." He looked at Draven and left first.
“Before Huo Jixing comes back, you will be solely responsible for the security and defense of Gulans Castle.”
When he heard about Gulans Castle, Draven's fanatical expression disappeared, and a dignified look appeared in his eyes.
As Black Rose suffered heavy losses, Gulansi's identity was completely revealed.
He is not only one of the powerful figures in the old aristocracy of the empire, but also a core member of the Black Rose, secretly stealing a lot of the empire's secret information.
The Black Powder Conspiracy was the work of Gulans and Black Rose.
“I understand!”
Draven nodded and was about to say something when he saw Swain's brows furrowed.
Before he could ask, Swain's figure melted into the night and disappeared before his eyes like a ghost.
There are death-eating crows!
Through induction, Swain realized that the final location was Gulans Castle.
“Who took action?”
Swain held the devil's hand tightly, and the sudden excitement deep in his heart made him want to stop. Around him and above him, darkness answered the call as his emotions surged.
Countless eating crows follow each other like shadows, gathering together and turning into a torrent of darkness.
Just a moment.
Swain's figure appeared near Gulans Castle, and the frantic crows behind him spread like a tide to every corner.
"This is it!"
Swain stopped and based on the last surface of the lake, he found the location where the eating crow died.
However, what surprised him was that there was no trace left at the scene and everything was cleaned up.
Obviously, the person who secretly took action was something special. He was extremely familiar with Swain's abilities and avoided leaving any traces.
Swain's eyes flashed, looking beyond the narrow eaves to the castle just around the corner, and thought to himself.
Someone was testing the defense strength of Gulans Castle, but unexpectedly encountered a fallen ravenous crow.
Before contact was about to take place, the man in the dark had no choice but to take action and kill the frenzied crow in an instant.
“His goal is not only Gulans Castle, but also the soul shaft in the back garden.”
Swain looked around, suppressed the solemn feeling in his heart, and walked towards Gulans castle.
The night falls and the cold wind howls.
The thick iron door rose upward, under the enthusiastic eyes of the soldiers of the Trifali Legion.
Swain walked forward, seemingly slowly, but like a ghost floating towards the back garden of the castle.
The flowers and plants of the past are gone, and what appears in front of you are interlocking and colorful rune arrays.
The core of the magic circle is the soul shaft.
Even late at night, there are still many war masons and black magicians conducting research, extracting materials from the Shadow Island, hoping to find a way to isolate the shadow erosion.
Swain's arrival attracted attention.
While nodding to everyone, he stepped on the stone steps and entered the bottom of the soul shaft.
The mottled light swayed, and the exquisite magic array engraved on the wall of the well came into view.
The rune array in front of us represents the highest level of arrays in the Noxus Empire and consists of nearly ten small rune arrays.
The most core part is the power of [Fragment of Reverence] embedded in Swain.
"The power of the Shadow Island is eroding the rune circle."
Through his own power, Swain sensed the situation behind the rune circle.
In the space passage connecting the Shadow Island, the accumulated shadow mist slowly erodes the magic circle in the form of water droplets penetrating the stone.
This is why War Masons and Black Magicians study the Shadow Mist.
Even with the blessing of [Fragments of Reverence], this rune circle cannot face the erosion of the shadow mist for a long time.
Swain's eyes moved and fell on the underworld iron armor not far from the rune circle.
Since Mordekaiser escaped into the underworld, this underworld iron armor only flashed a dim light in the hands of Huo Jixing.
Other than that, it is like an ordinary object, floating quietly in the air.
“The coordinates of the underworld!”
Swain’s thoughts surged. This underworld iron armor was related to LeBlanc’s millennium plan.
It is also an opportunity for Black Rose to make a comeback.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, Swain made a sound of surprise, quickly turned around, and looked at the rune array on the wall of the well.
He just noticed that the rune circle was slowly shaking and letting out an overwhelmed whine.
The Shadow Island passage sealed behind it is like a naughty child, gently kicking the wall.
"Time is not waiting for me at this time!"
Swain stepped forward, reached out to touch the rune circle, mobilized the power of the [Fragment of Reverence] embedded in his body, and injected it into the circle.
Phew!
After the rune formation was stabilized, Swain let out a breath of tiredness.
Before leaving, he looked deeply at the rune array and the underworld iron armor with firm eyes.
At the edge of the soul shaft, Swain tightly wrapped his old coat and looked at the northern stars.
"I hope it's all in time."
He had made an agreement with Huo Jixing. After solving the problem at the border of the North, Huo Jixing would rush back to the capital immediately.
At that time, the bait cast early will lift up the hidden big fish.
But now, LeBlanc has made his move and has once again begun to lay out the Shadow Island Passage and the Underworld Iron Armor.
But Huo Jixing has not returned yet.
Swain’s pupils reflected the flickering stars, and he smelled a hint of disaster.
Shadow Island, the underworld, the souls of the dead.
It seems that at this moment, all chaos is about to overwhelm Noxus.
“Haha, fate never ends!”
Swain chuckled. His and Huo Jixing's plan was not just as simple as guarding the Shadow Island passage.
“Scattered glimmers of light.”
“Dancing clothes in the ink.”
“The warehouse is busy, the warehouse is busy, the warehouse is busy.”
He looked To the edge of the Noxian capital city, sing the ancient poetry that has been passed down.
Freljord, the top of the mountains.
Dark purple thunder streaked through the clouds, shaking endless snowflakes.
Wearing a purple gauze dress, LeBlanc walked on the white snow and admired the thundering giant bear behind the clouds.
Oh, no.
It shouldn’t be the Thunder Bear!
LeBlanc looked at the black liquid on the surface of the old god Volibear's body with interest, fear flashing in his deep eyes.
“What an unexpected surprise!”
She recalled Lissandra she had seen in her dream before. Under her cold temperament, there was a determination to kill the gods.
Thousands of years of hatred are just for the present.
When Volibear wakes up, erase his consciousness and turn him into an ignorant void creature.
"Indeed, so what about the void?"
LeBlanc came to the top of the mountain and stared at the dark blue figure in front of her that looked like perfect ice.
“Our purpose is very simple, we just want to get our own things.”
“Do you think I am right?”
“The members of the Frost Guard tribe War Mother, Your Majesty Lissandra."
When Lissandra heard LeBlanc's question, she turned around, her gorgeous robe covered with snowflakes.
She stepped forward gently and walked towards LeBlanc.
The cold wind blows away the long hanging hair, and the sudden flash of lightning illuminates the face covered with the lines of time.
As well as scars and holes in both eyes.
"Our deal is over, you shouldn't be here." Lissandra said, her cold tone filled with a biting chill.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty Lissandra." LeBlanc bowed and saluted.
“Actually, I am also very curious about what it would be like if the ancient gods fell into the void!”
(End of this chapter)