The Glory of Noxus.

With pale hair covering her eyes, Riven's gaze flashed slightly, and the familiar figure of Huo Jixing appeared in her mind.

Afterwards, the scene deep in his memory flashed by like a passing show, showing them fighting side by side in the Blood Cliff.

Those moments are still clear and vivid, as if they happened just a short time ago.

But the passage of time has brought changes.

Huo Jixing grew so fast that Riven could hardly see his back.

Vladimir, who had brought them endless pressure in the Blood Cliff, died at the hands of Huo Jixing in just two years.

“Is this the one with the Star Spirit Talent?”

Riven let out a sigh of relief, still remembering the scene when she and Huo Jixing were sparring. At that time, she could easily suppress Huo Jixing.

Then she lowered her eyes and looked at the dark green rune blade in her hand.

This is not only her weapon, but also a symbol of her beliefs.

The sword reflects the warrior's heart!

These words, like a spell, kept echoing in her heart, reminding her to always stick to her original intention.

The experience of fighting side by side in the past made Riven deeply believe in Huo Jixing, and believe that her former partner would have the same beliefs as herself.

"I hope the Empire can remove the thorny black rose in your hands!"

Riven returns to the Noxian Empire in shackles, unable to forget the trauma of the past.

The dark reign of Bron Darkwill has passed, and hope is born.

Under the foresight of the Trifaree Council and Swain, the Empire is undergoing a radical transformation.

But it is still difficult to erase the influence of the Black Rose on the empire, and they can even influence the change of the leadership.

This is definitely not what Riven and other heroes who protect the empire want to see.

So when Swain called on everyone to gather their forces to fight the Black Rose, Riven joined in without hesitation.

She knew that this would be an extremely difficult battle.

But she also believes that as long as everyone unites as one, they will be able to defeat the Black Rose and bring true light and hope to the empire.

Buzz!Buzz!

Under the quiet dark night sky, the half-man-high flying axe made a whimpering sound, like the arrival of the messenger of death, spinning in the air.

It cut off the Black Rose Spy's right leg at a perfect angle and with perfect accuracy.

As shrill wails sounded, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The Black Rose Spy fell heavily to the ground, his limbs scattered around him, as if they had been cruelly disassembled.

Draven stood on the high platform, looking coldly and ruthlessly at the black rose that was gradually losing its life.

Compared to the Reckoner show.

The wailing and movements of these Black Rose spies completely lack the beauty of performance and are more like a boring farce.

Snapped!

Draven reached out his hand, caught the returning axe steadily, wiped off the blood, and then carried it on his shoulder.

"Deal with this scum, and remember to clean it up." Draven turned to look at Captain Faron beside him and gave the order.

Although he has long left the Imperial Chapter, don't forget that his brother is Darius.

The two had fought together for the Empire and were Swain's trusted subordinates.

In particular, his ability to fight alone allowed him to serve in many elite regiments during the occupation of Ionia.

As for why Draven suddenly left the Imperial battle group.

Some say Draven left Darius's army on his own initiative, while others say he was kicked out.

But to Draven, none of this matters at all.

He simply felt that the killing in the battle group could no longer satisfy the emptiness in his heart.

He craved the thrill of killing and enjoyed the cheers of the audience.

Finally, after Swain's coup, Draven accepted his invitation and became the Glorious Executioner.

In the arena, many nobles who opposed the Trifaree Council and Swain were dealt with in a purge performance.

"Bah, pointless resistance!"

Draven spat, walked up the stone steps of the city wall to the top, and looked towards the capital city, where the firelight illuminated half of the sky, and anticipation rose in his heart.

"Don't let me down!"

After many heroes and ace teams appeared on the scene, the operation to strangle the Black Rose officially began.

This is the result of Swain's unremitting efforts.

He firmly implemented his own ideas, advocated the use of his own strength, and sternly refused many nobles of the empire to interfere with the battle group cluster.

Just like what Brown Darkwell once wanted to do but failed to achieve.

Swain has gained widespread support due to his own strength and high prestige within the Imperial war group.

With the support of Darius, Kled and the Du Keao family, as well as the defection of the Assassin's Guild.

Swain managed the Imperial War Group like an iron barrel to resist the erosion of the Black Rose.

Although many nobles in the empire still control some battle group power, they are far inferior to the emerging warlords.

In this coup, the overwhelming strength displayed by Katarina, Kled and others was exactly the result of Swain's long-planned plan.

Noxus capital, outer city.

At the edge, candles lit up in an ancient theater, dispelling the darkness.

There was silence near the stage, and the actors who had been rehearsing so hard were nowhere to be seen.

The wonderful performance they presented at the celebration banquet won them a chance to change their destiny.

At the invitation of the nobles, the actors have recently received many performance opportunities and their fame has spread far and wide.

They struggled to get their talents recognized, so much so that they had little time to rehearse.

The sculptures on the stage were hanging, casting a strange glow in the candlelight.

This is a custom-made item that is much more refined than the rough mask that was once made.

"Little lamb, do you hear it? A heartbeat coming from far away." A deep voice sounded on the stage.

It was the wolf mask hanging on the left, with a hazy blue glow in the hollow eyes.

"Da-da-da, la-la-la!"

"Sporadic glimmers of light, dancing clothes in the ink!"

"Busy, busy, busy."

The clear singing voice echoed on the stage, and the beautiful words ran through the theater.

The sheep mask hanging on the wall opened its eyes and its voice became louder and more cadenced.

"My dearest wolf, we have awakened from the darkness once again."

"what--!"

The wolf spirit let out a hearty howl, its voice low and rough.

"Yes, we woke up, but we didn't expect someone to steal the power of death!"

The wolf mask was suspended in mid-air, like a gray snake shrouded in mist, surrounding the stage.

"Have they forgotten us? Lamb!"

"Everyone still knows us, even though they want to forget." A strange light flashed in the eyes of the Lamb Mask.

“Just wait until the curtain rises.”

"You should use your sharp teeth and claws as much as possible."

"My arrows fly, and then we move on to our next destination."

As the song stopped, a silver-white longbow appeared above the Sheep Spirit Mask.

"Soon, we'll remind them."

In mythology, Kindred is both the last embrace of white nothingness and the blood-sucking fangs of the dark world.

The shepherd and the butcher, the poet and the beast, they become one, opposite each other in pairs.

"Hunger is always with me, and I want to see the little guy who stole power."

The wolf mask seemed unable to suppress its inner hunger, and its low and feral howl echoed on the stage.

"The Lamb is responsible for the call!"

The sheep spirit mask danced, and blue spirit appeared, gradually condensing into a fluffy, lamb-like body.

Although her body is made of spirit, it is extremely real and every detail is lifelike.

Qian Jue straightened up, turned gracefully, gently grasped the fallen silver-white longbow, and looked towards the direction of the capital.

"Hungry Wolf is in charge of the attack!"

A biting cold wind blew through the theater, and Qian Jue's figure swayed in the wind, like a ghost, erratic.

The heavily guarded capital city was like a piece of cake to them and could not stop them at all.

After a while.

Qian Jue then traced a familiar smell, the silver-white longbow glowed, and a strange mark condensed in front of him.

A dark underground passage.

The red-gold flames burned fiercely, illuminating the winding passage like day.

Huo Jixing took Annie and walked to the door at the end of the passage.

He stood in front of the door, staring into the dark stone door frame, which was an even deeper darkness.

His eyes fell on the mysterious words engraved on the door. They looked very old, telling of the vicissitudes of time.

On both sides of the door, there are a lot of scattered bone fragments, like forgotten history.

"It's an inscription in Ochen!" Swain came over and spoke softly.

This is the text that records magic in ancient Runeterra, and it once appeared among the Noxus people, the predecessor of the Noxus Empire.

"It's been too long, and it's impossible to verify the secret behind Ou Chenyu."

Swain stared at the door in front of him that looked like a huge mouth, and ripples appeared in his heart.

The fact that the Black Rose can speak the Ochen language shows that it has existed for a long time, long enough to be traced back to the ancient tribal era.

This made him even more curious about the true purpose of the Black Rose and the secret behind it.

Huo Jixing stretched out his hand, pushed open the door, and slowly walked in.

Swain, Darius and others followed closely behind, their hurried footsteps hitting the ground and a solemn atmosphere filled the air.

As soon as they left the passage behind the door, the soldiers of the Trifarii Legion quickly formed their battle array, ready to respond to any possible dangers.

Their actions were in unison, demonstrating rigorous training and discipline.

Sion and the Bloody Warrior also looked around vigilantly.

Huo Jixing looked up and saw a vast underground space, like a secret kingdom hidden underground.

In the center of the underground space, there is a majestic castle built against the smooth stone walls.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Before I could take a closer look, the air was suddenly filled with a psychedelic purple light, like the bottom of an upside-down bowl, covering the underground space.

"Demon barrier?"

The Nanli fire in Huo Jixing's eyes grew stronger and stronger, and he recognized the barrier before him.

Then, as he expected, Evelynn, the Embrace of Pain, appeared above the castle.

Her eyes, shining with an eerie light, were filled with endless charm, as if they could suck away the soul of a fallen person at any time.

It’s not just Evelyn.

Huo Jixing moved his eyes and looked towards the dome of the underground space.

I saw a huge black spider web woven to cover the wound of the demon barrier.

The Spider Queen Iris, who had originally retreated, was perched on top, looking at the prey entering the nest like a hunter, her eyes full of coldness.

“The Black Rose has a lot of hidden tricks,” Swain exclaimed.

He also recognized the identities of Evelyn and Iris, and was somewhat surprised by the methods displayed by the Pale Lady.

One is an ancient demon, the other is a legendary warrior who believes in the Spider God, Vicious Throat.

I just don’t know what price the pale lady paid to get these two people to come and help.

"Swain, I underestimated you."

Out of thin air, a purple shadow energy surged.

A pale lady wearing a veil appeared silently in front of the castle.

She looked around, her cold gaze slowly falling on Swain and Huo Jixing.

"As expected of Nox Eidi, he has been planning in secret and preparing for everything today."

"The fate of the empire will never be affected by any force, and you and the Black Rose have crossed the line."

Swain walked slowly forward, leaning on his black cane, and locked eyes with the Pale Lady.

The flock of crows surrounding her seemed to be stimulated. They spread their black wings and stared at the pale lady with their blood-red eyes.

"Crossing the line? I will only wipe out the disobedient king!" The Pale Lady said softly.

But the coldness in her tone made everyone present feel a piercing chill, as if they saw endless dark power.

“Erase?” Swain nodded slowly.

"In fact, you should have simply erased my existence during the Ionian War."

"Rather than leaving Ionia alive and returning to Noxus."

He stretched out his demonic left hand that had been hidden in his clothes, and bloody energy spread along his palm.

"Do you think there's still a chance you can easily wipe me out now?"

Although Swain currently does not wear any symbol of his identity.

But there was fanaticism in his pupils, witnessing the resurgence of Noxus.

He would defend the honor of the empire with his life.

The Pale Lady and Swain confronted each other, and the air was filled with a suffocating atmosphere.

There seemed to be a silent but fierce confrontation going on between the two.

Black roses blossomed in the pale lady's pupils, bright and dazzling, with a hint of cunning and sinisterness hidden in her eyes.

"Then let's fight it out here!"

As the pale lady finished her words, many figures in black robes emerged from the underground castle.

They are the core members of the Black Rose.

Urgently summoned by the Pale Lady, they gathered in the underground castle, ready to destroy Swain and his forces, completely turn the tide, and decide the final outcome.

"Three against three?"

Huo Jixing's red-gold eyes swept across the underground castle, and then his gaze fell on the pale lady and others.

Swain and the Pale Lady faced off against each other.

So, who should he choose?

He looked at Evely, who had a smile on her face and the devil whip swaying behind her, and Iris, who was hanging upside down on the dome.

"General Darius, please choose one first. Who are you sure you can fight against?"

Huo Jixing turned his head and looked at Darius beside him, giving him the right to choose.

Darius holds the Black Cleaver and has the World Rune [Fragment of Tyranny] integrated into his body.

Huo Jixing had never fought with him, so he had no way of knowing Darius's specific strength.

As for Huo Jixing himself.

Neither the ancient demon Evelynn nor Iris, a follower of the Spider God, was his match.