Accompanied by a group of female temple guards, Misha and the other three left the Temple of the Star Goddess and walked into the long-awaited carriage of the state guest at the entrance of the temple.
The animals pulling the cart are two handsome Pegasus horses with hair as white as the first snow. The Pegasus horses themselves are a type of man-made magical beast. They have two wide wings and high muscle density. They can be easily pulled up with the blessing of wind magic.
With a cargo weighing one ton, it's easy to haul a few people.
After the three chatted for a while, Pegasus arrived at the Imperial Palace and was received by Prime Minister Xina. Because the matter was urgent, Leona and Diana politely declined the welcome banquet.
In the absence of treatment, the ceremony can be reduced as much as possible. Even so, having lunch is still a bit cumbersome for the two guardians of Jushen Peak.
After Leona and Diana had finished their meal, Xina took the two women to the palace conference room.
In order to reflect the equal status among extraordinary people, the conference room adopts the form of a round table, regardless of priority.
Even Xina, who is the prime minister of the empire, only negotiates with everyone as an equal. The deeper reason is that most extraordinary people only believe in the emperor and are willing to be driven by the empire because of the relationship with the emperor.
Following Xina and Leona, Diana walked into the palace conference room. Seven people were already sitting at the round table. Counting the three of them, there were exactly ten chairs.
The female palace guard took a longing glance at the seven people who could destroy the country alone, and respectfully closed the luxurious mahogany door of the conference room.
Xina stood up, her beautiful face full of solemnity.
"Before briefly describing the battle report, let me first introduce to you the members who participated in this attack.
Starting from my left, the first operational member is Imperial Seraph Misha, who is also the commander of this attack. I believe everyone is familiar with my sister, so I won’t go into details here.”
Misha, with a serious look on her face, stood up from her seat and nodded slightly while pressing the Spark Talisman Blade.
No one raised any objections, and it made sense to let the respected Seraph be the commander.
"The second operational member is Melina, the commander of the Empire's Black Lightning Magic Legion.
Commander Melina has master-level strength in the fields of rune magic, flesh and blood magic, ritual magic, soul magic and elemental magic. She also masters a considerable number of powerful magic tools, and her strength is unfathomable."
Wearing an elegant and noble black gauze dress, Melina holds a staff and touches her chest in salute. Her outstanding temperament and appearance are not inferior to those of the angel sisters and the Star God.
"The third member of the operation is the beast spirit walker Udyr from the friendly country of Freljord. After being invited, he came all the way from the North. It was very hard work.
Lord Udyr is the most powerful spirit walker in Freljord. Not only does he have the strength and physique to tear apart tigers and leopards, but he can also communicate with spirits and use different spirits to strengthen himself.
The belief in the four gods of the Freljord gives Lord Udyr unimaginable strength and he is a very reliable warrior."
When his name was called, Udyr stood up silently, put one hand on his chest and nodded to everyone. Unlike his rough and brutal physique and appearance, he looked very polite.
"The fourth member of the operation is Silver Moon Queen Xia, who has the blood of the ancient dragon of the wind element. Sister Xia is proficient in the dragon language magic of the wind element and can easily suppress the battlefield.
In the last combat operation, it was precisely because Sister Shia decisively issued the order to retreat that the dragon army was not ruined. This time, Sister Shia is also responsible for transportation, and she will lead everyone to the portal of the underworld."
This introduction may sound a little embarrassing, not because the battle has just been defeated, but because in the Noxus Empire, 'retreat' itself is a kind of political incorrectness.
However, everyone present knew how powerful the underworld was, so it was quite reassuring to have a guide by his side who was not superstitious about 'Noxian bravery'.
No one showed any strange behavior, but Sia herself kept her head down and didn't speak, and she didn't make any eye contact with anyone else.
Sighing secretly, Xina knew that Sia was still blaming herself for losing Thain, although this responsibility, both public and private, had nothing to do with Sia.
Hina didn't know what to say, so she could only wink at her sister Misha and signal her sister to clear Sia's knot before taking action.
"The fifth member of the operation is Master Ryze, who is proficient in arcane magic and space teleportation magic. Everyone must know Master Ryze well, so I won't introduce it in detail. It is worth mentioning that Master Ryze was also the one who did the last raid.
participants in action,
If Master Ryze hadn't detected the forced teleportation magic in the underworld in advance, Sister Shia would have issued a retreat order immediately.
If anyone is transported to the underworld, the dragon army will be completely annihilated.
It can be said that Master Ryze and Sister Shia saved everyone’s lives.”
Ryze stood up and nodded politely to everyone. Everyone looked at them with admiration. Not to mention the Omta raid, Arcane Master Ryze's deeds of measuring the world with his feet to find the world runes were enough to impress him.
Any person with a conscience has respect.
It's no surprise that Ryze received such a friendly attitude, Sheena continued.
"The sixth operational member is Master Landis, the Holy Light Archmage of the Illuminati Sect. Master Landis can release domain-type Holy Light magic to suppress and destroy most of the evil creatures in the underworld.
In addition, Master Landis has conducted in-depth research on the underworld, created many holy light spells, and has a deep knowledge and understanding of our enemies."
The white-bearded old mage with a Taoist spirit smiled humbly.
"The Prime Minister is ridiculous. The current research results of the Holy Light Legion on the underworld are the result of everyone's efforts and are by no means the result of me alone."
Smiling back, Xina looked at the three guests from Mount Targon.
"The remaining three members are all successors of the star spirit power from Mount Targon.
They are Atreus, the successor to the divine power of the War Celestial Spirit, Leona, the successor to the divine power of the Sun Celestial Spirit, and Diana, the successor to the divine power of the Moon Celestial Spirit.
The above nine people are the members who participated in the attack on Omta. Next, Sister Shia will tell you about the current intelligence of Omta City. Please work together to cut off Omta, the root of Mordekaiser's extension to the material.
Tentacles of the Realm!”
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Mitna Rachen, Arena of Death.
Mordekaiser does not stay in the Hall of Valor all day long to watch the servants of darkness perform various performances for him as the Underworld Legion thought.
As the ruler of the underworld who kills without any calculation, in addition to using Nightfall Bang Bang to strike iron, Mordekaiser also has his own hobbies on weekdays, which is to watch gladiatorial fights with relatively large differences in strength.
In order to satisfy his few hobbies, Mordekaiser mobilized the people of the underworld as always and used Rachen magic to create for himself a dark dungeon that was far more cruel than the arena of the Immortal Fortress.
There are currently three levels in the Dark Dungeon. The surface level is the Death Arena. The second and third levels are in the shape of an inverted funnel going downwards. The lower the dungeon is, the wider it becomes. But being vast does not mean it is simple.
The dungeon has a maze-like complex terrain, thousands of cruel killers hidden in the darkness, and various unexpected deadly mechanisms.
Mordekaiser puts all kinds of beings that can be considered evil in the underworld into the dungeon like he is raising poison, and uses the method of survival of the fittest to let the dungeon spontaneously form the pattern of the domain lord.
Afterwards, you can assign your own believers or prisoners of war captured from the material realm and throw them into the dungeon to participate in the trial, allowing the trialists to fight to the death amid the death that follows them.
It is Mordekaiser's interest to witness exciting unresolved battles, so Mordekaiser's investment in the dark dungeon is no less than the construction of the Hall of Valor.
In Mordekaiser's view, the death arena and dark dungeon he built in Mitnarachen are far greater miracles than the arena of the Immortal Fortress.
When he is bored, Mordekaiser will go to the Death Arena to watch the duel, or use Rachen magic to observe the struggling little bugs he threw into the dark dungeon from a god's perspective.
"monarch!"
Seeing the tall figure slowly coming down from the soul chariot, the high-level death knight guarding the Death Arena quickly knelt down and saluted.
Mordekaiser ignored the two death knights, strode into the death arena, and took the initiative to release his aura.
Within a minute, the director of the Death Arena trotted up to Mordekaiser with a humble look on his face.
"My most noble master, what would you like to see today."
Glancing at the lich in front of him, Mordekaiser didn't give him a good look.
"Abdulazizil, what is the current situation of those mortal slaves whom I threw into the dungeon?"
There were many living people entering the dark dungeon, but Abdulazizil knew that his master was questioning the human prisoners of the Sentinels of Light.
"Back to the master, those mortal slaves are resting in the camp."
After hearing this, Mordekaiser temporarily stopped thinking about surviving in the dungeon, and then asked again.
"Is the hell chariot I asked you to arrange ready?"
The Lich Manager felt relieved when he heard this.
"Master, I have prepared enough challengers and can open the gate to the arena for you at any time."
"Huh, let's make arrangements then. Don't let me down."
"Bang!"
The extinguished brazier and hanging platform in the death arena suddenly lit up with a faint blue light, and the cold light illuminated the invisible ring arena.
The turntable twisted the iron chain to drive the gears, making a metallic collision sound. As the netherworld steel gate of the arena was pulled upwards, the Mitnarachen residents who had been blessed by the Dark Lord filed in and quickly sat down.
Full of 100,000 people.
A scarlet skull throne was built on top of the highest stand. In the eyes of the slaves with respect and awe, Mordekaiser sat on his throne with his legs crossed and looked indifferently and majestically at the sudden appearance of the Death Arena.
green skull.
For him, this thing is much more reliable than using a brass trumpet as a microphone.
"Look! The supreme Lord of Death is watching the believers of darkness! His glory and majesty bestows upon our souls! Let our humble and short lives gain endless eternity! In
Before the official opening, please pay respect to our supreme master!"
After saying that, the skull took the initiative to knock his head to the ground and buried his head under Mordekaiser's throne.
The other people of the underworld also knelt on the ground and bowed to the cold and ruthless ruler.
Feeling the sincere awe, Mordekaiser felt much better.
"Please get up! Now I announce that the Death Arena is officially open!
Now let me introduce to you the enemy that gladiators need to fight with their lives and courage, and that is the [Hell Chariot] from the Noxus Empire!"
Amidst warm cheers, the steel gate in the north was slowly pulled up, and two three-meter-high corpse giants dragged a magic cage with a tractor, and brought the magic cage to the preparation area of the arena with great difficulty.
After arriving at the predetermined location, the stone giant quickly left the arena without hesitation and sealed the entrance and exit again, as if the monster in the cage could break open the cage and kill him at any time.
"The powerful hell chariot has entered the scene! Next, I will introduce the ten warriors who entered the scene one by one..."
His limbs were entangled with iron chains as thick as his arms. A thick iron helmet of thorns locked his head and blocked his five senses. The location of the Hell Furnace was covered with cursed human skin. From time to time, there was a bone-chilling pain that made him succumb.
Thane didn't know where he was being taken. The only thing that supported him at this moment was to fight the enemy to the death with the honor of an imperial warrior.
Whenever the enemy gives him this opportunity, he will definitely make the enemy pay a heavy price.
"Click."
The magic cage that had lost its source of power suddenly fell to its surroundings. A behemoth two sizes larger than the corpse giant appeared in the eyes of the residents of Mitnarachen. When the chains on the giant's body were broken, countless people cheered excitedly.
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Sensing that the power to suppress him suddenly weakened, Thain roared angrily, clenched the chain in his hand and smashed the heavy helmet on his head, like a crazy giant beast.
At the same time, ten gladiators who had selected weapons and armor divided into two teams and surrounded them.
"While he hasn't taken off his helmet, focus on his heels!"
The extremely sharp sword could only break through a layer of skin on Thain's calf with difficulty. The enchanted bow and arrow could penetrate into Thain's body, but judging from the effect, it is difficult to say what effect it had.
After three heavy blows, the iron helmet was already damaged. Only then did Thain gain some awareness of the outside world and understood that his body was currently being attacked by the enemy.
Pain came from his legs. After knowing the enemy's location, the furious Thain swung his right fist and hit the ground.
Wrapped in chains, the fist the size of a human head accidentally hit the head of a death knight, smashing the death knight into a puddle of flesh just like a hydraulic press crushing a watermelon.
He clenched his fist with his left hand and swept back. With a roar, two more unlucky ghosts who had been avoiding him exploded into a mass of flesh and blood.
Even though all the people who died were one of their own, the Mitnarachen residents in the audience still gave out deafening cheers. For the Mitnara people who have been chasing blood and glory all their lives, it is absolutely impossible to die on such a grand stage.
