The Glory of Noxus.

"Is this the power of the Ruined King?"

The dark fog that filled the Shadow Island could not hide the shovel man's gaze that was like a burning flame.

Hesitation arose in his heart, as if he was asking himself and as if he was asking this ancient cursed land.

Then, his gaze passed through the endless black fog and looked directly at the core area of ​​Shadow Island.

In the collapsed ruins, a familiar yet unfamiliar force is slowly reviving, filled with the breath of destruction and rebirth.

"It's him, definitely him!"

At this moment, the shovel man's always calm face began to ripple, and a look of determination appeared in his eyes.

In the past thousand years, he had felt the breath of the Ruined King's revival many times.

Every time his heart beat faster, hope and despair intertwined.

However, no matter how hard he looked, he could not find the Ruined King.

The aura of the Ruined King was like an untouchable light, always disappearing without a trace when he was about to get close.

Now, the aura of the Ruined King has reappeared due to the space channel.

This could be a turning point for the Shovel Man in his fight against the curse. He would never give up the investigation even if there was a trap.

He became the last survivor after the disaster that transformed the Blessed Islands into the Shadow Islands.

It's hard to say whether it's a curse or a blessing, he has the ability to control the dead.

But imprisoned with him on the Shadow Isles were only rotten corpses and the howling undead hidden in the black fog.

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 that these undead and ghosts are evil beings.

Instead, he thought they were simply lost and needed help finding their way to the Other Side.

Since he was the only one who could see these spirits, he took the initiative to take on the responsibility of guide.

Shovel Men wander various areas of the Shadow Isles, searching for lost souls.

He will accompany the dead and ghosts on their final journey to death, using the grave shovel in his hand to open the roads to the eternal other side of the passage and guide 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.

But there are too many undead and ghosts in the Shadow Isles. They wither and decay in the black fog until they fall.

The former humans, animals, and even plants were all transformed into ugly, ghost-like forms.

Faced with the endless death around him, the shovel man felt insignificant and powerless.

He listened to the whistling sound of the wind in his ears, which was the wailing of countless dead souls. The grave shovel in his hand was already covered with dust and blood, struggling against the despair that enveloped the Shadow Isles.

However, fate did not seem to completely abandon this poor man.

As he bid farewell to these dead souls and ghosts, he slowly guessed the cause of the disaster that swept across Fukumitsu Island.

A king comes here to revive his queen, but accidentally destroys the archipelago and everything on it.

Therefore, 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 sect he once belonged to, nor has he forgotten what his fellow disciples 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, it gave him a new goal in life when he was lost at the time.

The shovel man's memory gradually became clear, and he also remembered his own name -

Yorick the Shepherd!

"Huh, the last hope of the archipelago!"

Yorick took a deep breath and tightened his grip on the ancient grave shovel.

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 ​​the Shadow Isles.

The king's palace, the sanctuary of the order, and the pool that holds the water from the holy spring of the Blessed Island.

All these secrets and causes and effects are entangled in the final place.

Yorick's figure appeared slightly hunched and lonely in the black fog, but his firm steps spoke of his determination.

As he gradually went deeper into the core area of ​​the Shadow Isles, the black fog around him 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 his direction.

At the same time, with the emergence of the aura of the Ruined King, many terrifying creatures in the Shadow Island became restless.

They looked towards the center of the island, and just by looking at it, the Shadow Island was suddenly in turmoil.

The horned head flickered with underworld fire, and in his hands he held a soul-guiding lamp and a sickle hook that ignited emerald flames. As he walked, the rusty key at his waist made a scraping sound.

The immortal soul, the end of treachery. The death hunter opened his eyes, looked in the direction of the king, and clenched the soul javelin in his hand.

The messenger of the Shadow Isles stood in front of the dark black fog. When he sensed the breath of the Ruined King, he began to sing an elegant eulogy, praising the glory of death.

It is also a silent prayer for the coming chaos.

In the center of the black fog, the Yodel wandered alone in the thick fog, in his own little world, fiddling with his own shadow carefree, letting the nearby curses stir.

The core area of ​​the Shadow Isles.

This was once an ancient and mysterious land, but now it has fallen into endless darkness and fog.

The past glory and civilization were buried in the ruins along with the dilapidated sanctuary.

From afar, dark black fog lingered between the collapsed buildings, like an eternal tombstone standing in the area surrounded by the archipelago.

Deep beneath the ground in the sanctuary, an empty and silent pool stands as a witness to the passing of time.

On the turbid and dirty water, there are a few black fallen leaves floating, their veins clearly visible.

At the edge of the pool, mosses and vines grow on the cracked stone walls, intertwining with each other and leaving mottled marks.

Suddenly, a low and hoarse voice quietly echoed above the silent underground, as if it had just woken up from a deep sleep.

"The power of the world rune!"

"Someone is using the power of the World Rune in the Shadow Isles!"

As the sound echoed, ripples appeared on the calm water surface.

Then, dark black fog came from all directions, as if it was paying homage to the king.

They squeeze the turbid water surface, revealing the glimmer of hope buried at the bottom.

Buzz!

The emerald green sunlight swayed, dyeing and soaking the water surface, reflecting an extremely pale face.

Her pure white hair fell on her forehead, and her emerald eyes gazed at the sunlight.

It is called a glow, but in fact it is a strange object that is slightly broken and looks like a candle flame.

Even though the exterior is shattered, it still cannot conceal the nearly endless rune energy inside.

"hope.!"

"Since the power of hope is not enough, then let's look for more power from the world runes!"

The white-haired man walked out of the black fog, reached out his hand to touch the light of hope, and stroked it gently.

Then, endless dark fog poured out from his cruel heart that had already been shattered.

Like a gentle breeze, it sweeps away the turbidity on the water surface and restores the holy spring water that once carried Fukumitsu Island.

"At any cost, no matter what."

"All atrocities, but for merit."

The firm and crazy love ignited the white-haired man's desire and action, and the wild and restless black fog destroyed everything it touched.

"I will snatch you back from the bloody jaws of death, and no one can disobey me!"

"Even if it's fate!"

A cold and deep voice resounded throughout the ruined sanctuary, and a faint green and dilapidated sword light shot up into the sky.

The king's order was issued, and all the undead souls surged in all directions, intending to search the Shadow Isles for the power of the World Rune.

A corner of the Noxian capital.

The crimson sunset glow spread across the sky like silk, shrouding the city in warm colors.

In the officers' residential area, in a three-story building.

In the silent house, Heini stayed quietly, seemingly waiting for some important moment.

When he heard the sound of the door opening, Heini rushed out of the room quickly, with anticipation glittering in his eyes.

He looked towards the door, and when he saw a familiar figure, he scratched the back of his head and grinned.

"Stop grinning, Heini, and go get some food, I'm starving!"

Annie leaned half of her body out from behind Huo Jixing, looked at Heini's honest face, wrinkled her cute nose and said.

Her fair little hand tightly held Huo Jixing's warm big hand, as if she was reluctant to let go.

"Ok!"

Completely relaxed, Heini smiled and nodded at Huo Jixing and Annie, then turned and ran towards the kitchen.

In just a moment, a roaring fire was lit in the kitchen and the aroma of food filled the room.

Heini operates various kitchen utensils extremely skillfully and prepares each dish carefully.

And in the quiet living room.

Annie held Tibbers, who had turned into a teddy bear, in one hand and the lazy snow-white Poro in the other, sitting upright on Huo Jixing's legs.

Her face was filled with a smile of happiness and satisfaction, as if she had found the safest haven in the world.

Huo Jixing rubbed Annie's head helplessly and let her sit.

Although he had been guarding the space channel intensively for several days in a row, he did not feel mentally fatigued.

As a result, Swain and Darius insisted that he 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 in his residence, silently waiting for Huo Jixing's return.

When the sumptuous dinner was ready, Heini brought the food to the table.

Huo Jixing and Annie left the living room and sat around the dining table, enjoying the delicious food and the rare reunion time.

They talked about the Black Rose that had become a thing of the past and shared some of the things that happened in the underground castle.

Time passes by like fine sand, silently and slowly.

As night falls, the lights in the capital gradually light up, embellishing the night sky that ends the chaos.

Annie couldn't bear it any longer, her eyelids were twitching. After stretching, she let Huo Jixing hold her and walk towards her pink room.

Huo Jixing gently placed Annie on the bed, then slowly left 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, the ability of the Xuanwu constellation touches the underworld and the soul, which requires him to study it carefully so that he can better master it in the future.

The next morning.

Huo Jixing woke up from deep meditation, and the water of Ren and Gui, like black mercury, soaked his eyes and disappeared into his pupils.

"The Xuanwu Constellation has just been opened, and many of its innate abilities have not yet manifested. It still needs more essence."

Huo Jixing murmured softly, preparing to go to the Imperial Treasury again with Swain.

He would select some unimportant magic rune items and decompose them in order to open the Xuanwu constellation.

dong dong!dong dong!

There was a light knock on the door, bringing Huo Jixing back to his senses.

He stood up and pushed open the door, and saw that it was Heini who came over with a wax-sealed letter in his hand.

"This is a letter sent by the Reiser Garrison Corps, and it is ready to be delivered to you." Heini said.

"Yeah." Huo Jixing nodded.

He did not forget his identity, he was the leader of the Reiser Garrison Corps, and someone would send him news on a regular basis every day.

This letter may contain important information from the Empire, or perhaps an important decision from the Trifaree Council.

Returning to the desk, Huo Jixing wiped off the sealing wax, opened the letter, and took out the paper inside.

There was not much on the letter, but it was very important and related to the subsequent purge operations of the Black Rose and the Trifaree Council.

After escaping from the underground castle, Leblanc disappeared without a trace.

Even the core members of the Black Rose were unable to contact her, as if she had never existed.

It is obvious that Leblanc is ready to abandon these core members who remain in the capital.

Believing they have betrayed the Order and thrown themselves into the arms of the Trifarious Council.

The Empire, on the other hand, did not expect to be able to surround and kill Leblanc by using the imprisoned core members of the Black Rose.

Their goal is more far-reaching, aiming to exploit the complex network of relationships within the Black Rose.

Carry out a thorough purge inside and outside the empire to completely eradicate the black rose that has pierced the empire's bloodline.

This goal is bound to be extremely difficult.

Since the records of the Empire, there have been many great Noxian leaders who had similar goals, but they all 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 personalities, for the future of the empire and for their beliefs, they will definitely wipe out the Black Rose.

Huo Jixing let out a light breath, slowly closed the letter paper in his hand, and fell into deep thought.

To him, although LeBlanc’s strength was good, she was no match for him at all.

It was only because of her special abilities that she was unable to kill the other party in the underground castle.

What Huo Jixing cares most about is the Iron-Armored Wraith Modkaiser and the Underworld Empire he established.

This is a terrifying figure who truly poses a threat to the Noxian Empire.

In the battle in the underground castle, if it weren't for Kindred's unexpected appearance, the final outcome would still be unknown.

"Fire demon, raven demon!"

Huo Jixing tapped his fingers on the table, thinking of Modkaiser's two demon pets.

Their failure was not just an individual defeat, but also subtly changed the direction of the battle in the underground castle.

The consciousness of the fire demon Tyberk was severely damaged by the Fire of Nanli and was firmly suppressed by Tibers.

Perhaps it won't be long before Tibers will overthrow his superiors and completely replace Tyberk to become the new fire demon.

The fate of the raven demon is even more miserable.

As the leader of Noxus, Swain had already calculated all his actions.

Not long after the Raven Demon awakened, before it had a chance to enjoy the taste of freedom, it was sealed by the power of the [Fragment of Reverence].

His consciousness was completely destroyed as well, and the accumulated demonic power became the nourishment for Swain to improve his strength.

"Yordle, the evil little wizard Veigar, the spiritual realm."

In Huo Jixing's mind, there appeared a scene of Vega escaping from the material realm and returning to the spiritual realm.

"Bandle City is in the spiritual realm, right?"

Where exactly is the homeland of the Yodel people?

Regarding this question, people in Valoran have different opinions.

But there were records within the empire that Bandle City existed in a strange magical world beyond the material realm.

This is also called the spiritual realm.

Huo Jixing stood up and walked to the window, looking at the busy streets and the hard-working Noxians.

The empire is moving in a good direction.

Neither he, Swain, nor Darius would allow anyone to drag the empire into the abyss.

"LeBlanc, Mordekaiser!"