The Glory of Noxus.

Inside the majestic castle.

The bright yellow firelight flickered, illuminating the interior of the castle.

The flock of crows fluttered their wings, and mottled shadows of light danced on the walls, as if guiding the direction forward.

In the dark gate corridor, Swain walked leisurely in front with a calm expression, as if everything was under his control.

Huo Jixing and Darius lagged behind by half a body length, following closely.

After they passed the castle, they came to a small circular square with a fountain in the center that was flowing.

In the capital city where every inch of land is valuable and people are crowded together, such a waste of space is unacceptable. Only the elder nobles of the empire can own such a castle.

Huo Jixing looked at the fountain pool. The clear spring water turned silver under the moonlight.

The fountain sculpture in the center of the pool seems to be carved from black stone from Noxtora.

The appearance is that of a noble lady with a veil, holding a black staff, standing in a sea of ​​roses, vivid and lifelike.

The spring water flows around the sea of ​​roses, like the center of the world.

The flock of crows left the fountain, soared in the air, and landed on buildings of different styles in the castle.

The buildings inside the castle do not follow the current Noxian architectural style.

Instead, it is a fusion of architectural trends from different periods over the past few hundred years, and looks very strange and special.

Among all the buildings, the most eye-catching one is the main castle.

Its grandeur alone makes it look the most magnificent, giving people the feeling that it is the pistil of a flower.

However, Huo Jixing felt that every angle of the main castle was showing outsiders a dark era that the empire had lost.

All the windows of the main castle were closed, except for a faint light coming from inside a double iron door, like a guiding light in the darkness.

A flock of crows circled above the main castle, casting strange shadows, and then slowly landed on a double iron door.

They flapped their black wings and combed their clean feathers like black ghosts, lowering their blood-red eyes and staring coldly at the door with red patterns.

The double doors were half open, as if they had anticipated the arrival of Swain and his companions.

Dim light poured out from inside, illuminating everyone's hazy faces.

Darius' eyes flashed, and he stepped past Swain and immediately commanded the soldiers of the Trifarii Legion to enter the double doors.

The burning torches dispelled the darkness, and the soldiers of the Trifarii Legion poured into the main castle, pushed open the gate, and saw an empty passage behind the iron gate.

The walls on both sides are engraved with patterns from the ancient times of the Noxian Empire, telling traces of forgotten history.

The scenes depicted in these patterns appear to be from tribal times, when the ancient Noxian people were performing a ritual around a woman wearing a rose.

Her figure is elegant and mysterious, and she is surrounded by many believers.

"Sure enough, our movements alerted the Black Rose. They guessed that we would come and directly withdrew the castle's defense force."

Darius received the information reported by the soldiers of the Trifari Legion, turned around, and spoke in a deep voice to Swain and Huo Jixing.

"It looks like they are preparing to fight back based on the underground passage."

Swain nodded slightly, his eyes deep and sharp, and pointed at all the forces surrounding the castle, as well as himself and Huo Jixing.

"You are in command now, and everyone present will obey your orders."

His voice was calm but powerful, giving the Noxian hand in front of him the greatest authority.

Darius grinned upon hearing this, a tyrannical look flashed in his black wolf-like eyes, and his smile revealed a hint of cruelty and coldness.

It was not known whether it was due to the invisible influence of the violent fragments, or whether the killing rage in his heart had long been unsuppressed.

Darius' eyes were full of fanaticism, and he was looking forward to the battle.

"Let's not go in yet. Let those guys come out and get some fresh air."

Darius controlled his emotions well and gave instructions to the Trifari Legion soldiers waiting beside him.

Under his command, the soldiers of the Trifarii Legion quickly turned around and ran to the rear, where there were steel chariots covered with black cloth and guarded by special personnel.

The soldiers of the Trifarii Legion directly lifted the black cloth, revealing what was hidden inside the iron chariot.

They are blood-red warriors with three-meter-tall bodies, wearing armor and holding sharp weapons.

Bloody Warrior!

The war weapons of the Noxian Empire are a symbol of further military strength.

These war machines are not just simple weapons, they are the perfect combination of black magic and technology.

However, the earliest concept and creation of war weapons did not come from Noxus, but from Zaun.

This underground city that coexists with Piltover has been completely distorted by the abuse of magic and technology.

Countless infamous horrific technological and magical creations were born here.

Because of Zaun’s smog environment, unique rules of survival have been nurtured.

In order to survive and gain wealth, many people volunteered to become experimental subjects, leaving their fate to unknown technology and magic.

The vast majority of failures die completely on the experimental bench.

The remaining defective products were kicked into the lowest level of the sinking hook prison.

Only a small number will become qualified weapons of war or technological transformers.

Weapons of war are monsters created by black magic and technology.

When the upper rulers of the Noxian Empire saw the potential of weapons of war.

They directly used their power to obtain the core technology of war weapons.

And eventually they used the witchcraft and black magic, which they were extremely proficient in, to completely transform and perfect it, creating their own horrific war weapons.

To the Noxian Empire, nothing matters except violence and the willingness to use it.

This point is vividly reflected in war weapons.

Every weapon of war created is a mobile killing machine.

They exist to unleash terror on the battlefield and cause mass slaughter.

The Noxian Empire began to use these weapons of war extensively in wars.

They used their weapons of war as human battering rams to attack the walls of enemy nations, leaving ruins and death wherever they went.

The Bloody Warrior is the trump card weapon of war of the Noxian Empire.

They lost their reason and emotions, but gained extremely powerful strength in return.

Together with the undead god of war, Sion, they formed the dreaded Noxian Bloody Vanguard.

"The cleaning is about to begin!"

Darius looked with satisfaction at the bloody warriors standing still in the iron chariot behind him. This was a powerful force to cleanse the black rose.

He stretched out his right hand and waved gently.

The waiting soldiers of the Trifarii Legion immediately understood and activated the strange runes engraved on the chariots. The blood-red light lit up, embellishing the night.

The bloody warriors who had been standing still slowly opened their blood-red eyes the moment the runes lit up.

The hideous blood-red helmet was worn on the ugly head of the bloody warrior, and his red eyes were full of bloody madness.

Their bodies are as majestic as mountains, and they are covered in old silver and red armor.

The sharp barbs are hung diagonally on the shoulders and knees, shining with a sharp cold light, and can tear the enemy's body apart at any time.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

The bloody warriors stepped down from the iron chariots with heavy and messy steps, and lined up in front of the double doors, ready for the upcoming battle.

There are ten bloody warriors in front of us, which is exactly the standard team configuration of the Bloody Vanguard.

Darius's eyes swept over the bloody warriors in front of him, and he knew that the battle tonight was destined to be extremely fierce.

The Trifarii Legion is Darius's direct ace regiment.

In order to avoid too many casualties, he deliberately carried war weapons and bloody warriors.

In addition, there is a largest steel battlefield that has not yet been opened. It is the ultimate war weapon of the Noxus Empire.

"Tear down all their hiding places!"

Darius pointed at the double doors and roared, giving the order to attack.

After hearing the order, the bloody warriors immediately took off the sharp battle axes on their backs and rushed into the dim underground passage without hesitation.

As the bloody warriors charged, the magnificent castle began to tremble faintly.

Huo Jixing was keenly aware of the magical power surging from the channel and the sound of the crossbow breaking through the air.

Black Rose secretly arranged many means in this specially left passage, preparing to wipe out the invading enemies.

After a cup of tea.

The shaking castle gradually became silent.

Swain led Hobbsinger and Darius into the underground passage.

Their footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, interweaving with the cries of the crows, weaving an eerie melody.

Huo Jixing noticed that the walls on both sides of the passage were damaged, which were traces left by the bloody warriors.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Suddenly, dull footsteps like thunder came from deep in the passage.

He is a bloody warrior who has returned after completing his mission.

Huo Jixing looked over and saw that they were clad in armor, and their indestructible bodies were covered with traces of magic, as well as powerful crossbows and arrows.

Just as he sensed, this underground castle was set up with many traps, waiting for their arrival.

Unfortunately, these traps seem futile when faced with weapons of war created by black magic and witchcraft.

Darius stopped and looked at the injured bloody warrior in front of him, frowning slightly.

He looked at Swain, then lowered his head in thought, as if he was weighing some important decision.

After a while, he gave some instructions to the soldiers of the Trifarii Legion beside him.

Huo Jixing was a little curious and followed the backs of the soldiers of the Trifali Legion.

They headed for the last steel chariot covered with a black cloth, and shouted in unison while pulling the cloth at the same time.

Wow!

The black cloth fell, and Huo Jixing looked at the familiar figure that came into his sight, his eyebrows raised.

The undead god of war, Sion!

A dagger-like metal object was inserted diagonally on the hideous and ugly head, and the dark red cloth strip at the tail was dancing in the wind.

There seemed to be two scarlet lights flashing in his eyes with a crazy murderous intent. The heavy crown from Jarvan I pierced through his chin and combined with his terrifying face.

Looking down, the black and red half-body armor was bolted to the body, and the red armor belt around the waist was as dazzling as crystal.

The pale flesh that was revealed had a sense of death and corruption, similar to that of a newly dead body.

At the position of his legs, solid armor connected to the muscles, like a broken limb, patched up, creating the beauty of steel.

Annie looked at the huge monster in front of her and held Huo Jixing's hand a little nervously.

Sion does look a bit scary, his body is much stronger and taller than the bloody warrior.

The crazy and bloody smell rose like a raging flame, lingering around the figure.

Huo Jixing calmed Annie down and watched Sean recover.

"No more chains? Free!"

A crazy mumbling sound suddenly sounded, and the bloody smell surrounding the body slowly changed, as if it was suspended like a ghost, bringing a suffocating and oppressive feeling.

"Crush!"

"Murder!"

"die!"

Sion roared angrily, and the bloody smell suddenly expanded, covering the area of ​​the steel gate.

Wait until Sion has vented his inner emotions.

He looked at Darius and Swain, the madness on his ferocious face never diminished.

Sion only remembered fragments of his life, and even fewer memories of his death, but there was one fact.

He was very familiar with the two people in front of him.

"You are so eager to let me out. Is there something wrong?"

Darius' expression remained unchanged, ignoring the bloody smell coming from Sion, and raised the Black Cutter in his hand.

"The Empire needs your help!"

In Sion's mind, the fragmented memories he retained pieced together to form a clear picture of the Black Cutter.

This was the weapon that once belonged to him and was Sion's closest companion. It accompanied him through countless smoke-filled battlefields.

Witness his legendary journey from a Noxian soldier to the Hand of Noxus.

Sion struggled to look back on himself and remember who he once was.

He is the last remaining representative of the proud, martial culture of the Noxian Empire.

The martial culture has been passed down since the founding of the Noxian Empire.

Sion had sworn to his ancestors that he would never retreat on the battlefield, and that he would die gloriously when his time came.

While Sion’s career as the Hand of Noxus is free of subtle tactics, his fighting style is brutally efficient, with each strike delivered with power and resolve.

At that time, Sion won many victories and glory for Noxus.

The empire's military power also reached a peak not seen in hundreds of years.

Sion suppressed the madness in his heart, looked at the new Hand of Noxus, and chose to carry out his orders.

He walked towards the bloody warriors in front of him, stood at the front of the team, and strode forward.

Under Sion's leadership, the bloody warriors became increasingly agitated, eager to kill.

The purpose of their creation is to prove their worth through fighting.

In the dark passage, following the footsteps of Sion and the Bloody Warrior, the whimpering sounds of the frenzy of crows could be heard frequently.

These crows are messengers of death, and their shrill cries can make people shudder.

For Sion and his warriors.

This was just the prelude to the battle, the overture to the massacre they were about to unleash.

Gradually, Swain, Huo Jixing and others went deeper into the underground castle.

"Ok?"

Huo Jixing's eyes flickered, and he faintly smelled a dangerous scent.

[Suzaku·Red Eyes and Fire Eyes]!

Red-gold flames filled his eyes, and Huo Jixing sensed that the air was filled with unknown energy.

"Is this the breath of the underworld?"