Chapter577 The daily work of a tyrant is by no means blacksmithing
Loy who was sleeping in the magic box was awakened again. Lester comforted Loy who wanted to escape, and cooperated with Nora to forcefully feed the requiem potion through the needle. After Loy fell asleep again, Nora took back the magic
, wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead.
Yumi on the side jumped up excitedly and cheered for the great victory.
"It seems to be successful. It will take too long. I can't guarantee that the evil soul will not revive within at least thirty years."
Hearing Nola say this, Lester also breathed a sigh of relief.
"In this case, I can leave with peace of mind. Thirty years in Bandle City is equivalent to at least fifty years in the material realm. Fifty years is enough time for me to solve this matter. I may still bother you by then."
"You...little Laini, are you leaving now?"
Nodding to Nora, Lester left a handwritten "Introduction to Panmagic" on the table.
"Introduction to Pan-Magic" records what he has seen and heard about most of the magic in Rune Land over the past seven hundred years. It can be said that this is the biggest gain from his many years of traveling in Rune Land, and it is the hard work of a lifetime.
From the remote and long-standing non-attribute [Energy Magic], [Arcane Magic] and [Forbidden Magic], to the modern [Rune Magic], [Elemental Magic], and [Bander Magic] and [Star Magic] in different world areas.
[Spiritual magic], [Natural magic] and [Fairy magic] heard from passers-by,
Except for the little-known "Dragon Magic" and "Time Magic" which are not recorded in detail, "Introduction to Magic" has included most of the little-known magic theories in Rune Land, coupled with Lester's own practice and conjecture, regardless of
No matter where it is placed, "Introduction to Pan-Magic" can be regarded as a master-level work of magic.
This represents all Leicester's achievements in the field of magic, and he is willing to give them to Nora.
"This is what I have seen and heard during my hundreds of years of traveling across the continent. I know you like to study magic and potions. Unfortunately, I know very little about potions, so I can only write about my own experiences and opinions on magic.
Hope it can be useful to you,
There are some things in it that are inconvenient to spread to others, and they may easily cause trouble if others see them. Please be careful if you want to use them publicly."
"Meow~ Little Laini, can you stay here a little longer, meow?"
Yuumi, who was holding her little face, began to shed tears. Lester took the initiative to hold the kitten in his arms, brushed away the tears from the corners of Yumi's eyes, and pressed his forehead against the cat's little head.
"Don't cry for me. It's not like I won't come back. Youmi, don't be too playful. Remember to protect your master. She is very strong and reliable, but there will always be a time when she can't resist someone. At that time, you have to
Stand up and protect her."
Nora held the tome in her arms and lowered her head silently.
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
"Well, I will definitely come back to see you as soon as possible. Nora has told me the rules for opening all the random portals in Bandle City. If I have time, I will definitely come back to see you."
After soothing the cat, Lester looked at Nora again and said softly.
"Nora, I know you like to explore magical monuments alone. Although it seems a little nagging, I still want to say that you must be careful when you go out for adventure. If you encounter danger, you must return to Bandel through the magic book in time.
city."
Nora didn't speak, she just lowered her head and nodded. The height difference meant that Lester couldn't see Nora's expression at all. He didn't know if Nora had listened to her advice, so Lester could only give up and take it from his pocket.
Take out the note left for Tristana and Lulu.
"This letter is for Tristana, this letter is for Lulu,
It would definitely be troublesome to say goodbye. They both tend to be sentimental, so it would be more convenient to write a letter.
The place I am going to this time is very dangerous, and I cannot lead Lu Lu and Tristana. There are some things that need to be done by me alone, so I can only trouble you. Nora, I have come to Bandle City this time to help you.
It's a lot of trouble, thank you very much."
The unspeakable atmosphere in the room made Yumi's face burst into tears again. Nora, who used magic to hide the tears, finally raised her head and smiled.
"Where are you going this time? Little Laini, let me give you another ride."
The man was stunned for a moment and then smiled back.
"Okay, let's put me south of the Sparkling Silver Mountains this time."
In the Noxian calendar, in 805 AD, a portal appeared out of thin air on the mountainside of the Silver Mountains north of Boreham. A man jumped out of the portal and returned to the material realm.
The gloomy heavy rain was swaying on the ground with the wind. A small and cute bluebird lay on the man's head, making a comfortable bird's nest for himself, controlling the strong wind to blow away the rain curtain in the sky for the man.
Looking at the towering green mountains in the north, the man smiled sadly and caressed the blue bird's little head.
"LeBlanc, you're fine."
Wrapping the hood tightly around his body, the man disappeared into the wind and rain.
…
Hades, realm of souls,
The immortal city of death is located on the soul sand. The eight soul sentry towers rising from the ground form a soul barrier to isolate the rolling death energy from the underworld. Mitna Rachen is like a sleeping skeletal dragon.
Domineeringly encircling its own territory in the soul realm, under the never-ending forced labor of the soul slaves, the giant dragon is still extending its claws further, grinning ferociously at the real master of the underworld.
If any Noxian could look down upon Mitna Rachen with a will and consciousness that would not be consumed by the energy of the underworld, that person would surely discover that the forging style of the City of Death was the same as that of Noxus's Immortal Fortress.
rut,
Like the Immortal Fortress, this war fortress is narrow, cramped, heavy, dangerous and cold.
Countless castles, arrow posts, towers, wall stacks and corridors where spears can be pierced at any time to shoot souls and arrows together form a war beast covered in ferocious fangs from beginning to end.
Hundreds of thousands of underworld legions and undead legions are stationed at various passes in the City of Death. Wearing dark-style heavy knight plate armor, they patrol the tyrant's territory day and night, ready to launch war and embark on a killing spree.
journey of.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Located in the core castle of Mitna Rachen, Mordekaiser sits alone on a skeleton throne made of thousands of souls, with the soul-wounded Nightfall standing on his right hand.
Beside him, the King of the Underworld, dressed in black iron plate armor, lowered his head silently, his eyes burning with cold flames.
The hall was empty, quiet and dead. Even the miserable souls who couldn't stop wailing on the soul bricks chose to remain silent. It wasn't until they became bricks in the city of death that these miserable souls understood that they were not just their own flesh and blood and souls.
, even the meaning of one's own existence can be squeezed by the tyrant.
Any act of resistance will lead to torture and murder. The owner of this place has spent thousands of years of immortality becoming a torture master of souls. Even the strongest bones will become as soft as mud amidst the screams and become a tyrant.
An insignificant dog.
There is no sun, moon, or stars in the underworld, and there is no concept of time. It seems that eternity has passed. The owner of the black iron plate armor raised his head protected by the barrel helmet, and the sound like the voice from the nine hells of the underworld echoed repeatedly in the hall.
"Sebastian."
As if he had been waiting silently outside the main hall, the fifteenth general of the Netherworld Legion, a man who had been in the position for nearly a thousand years, came to the throne with a strong and lingering death aura, lowered his head submissively, and stood alone.
Kneel down.
After thousands of years of service, he has learned very well how he can please his imperial master and allow himself to continue to be the marshal of the underworld who is about to conquer the world.
"Master, your servant Sebastian is here to listen to your instructions."
Mordekaiser's cold gaze is fixed on his most capable servant. Even the most ruthless and tyrannical emperor will have a little more trust in his loyal and powerful subordinates. Sebastian has demonstrated it with his own excellence and loyalty.
In order to gain personal value, compared with those hopelessly stupid wastes, Sebastian is qualified to stand in front of him and listen to his own voice.
Of course, if Sebastian didn't do well enough, or if there was a slave who did better than Sebastian, he wouldn't mind replacing his Nether Legion with a marshal.
"Tell me how long it will take for my dragon army to appear in my sight."
Always keeping his head lowered, Sebastian paused for a beat before reporting his Dragon Island invasion plan to Mordekaiser.
"Reporting to my lord, Dragon Priest Anvatonette has chosen to surrender completely. However, if you want to construct a stable underworld passage in the powerful Dragon Tomb with a magical enchantment, you still need more souls and energy. Any disturbance will make the dragon discover the dragon.
With the underworld energy of the tomb, relying solely on the master’s followers and servants in the material realm cannot complete the construction of the channel in the simplest and most effective way.”
"Sebastian, let me ask you, how long will it take?"
As always, the angry Mordekaiser did not choose to listen to the explanation. Knowing that he was in danger, Christian became calmer.
"In my estimation, it will take at least a hundred years for the dragon priest Anwatonette to use the slaves of Dragon Island to accumulate soul energy by sacrificing to my lord."
Mordekaiser did not speak. Christian knew that this was because his already somewhat impatient master was waiting for him to give him a new solution.
"In order to achieve the master's plan as quickly as possible, I rejected the dragon priest's proposal and made a new plan that can speed up the progress."
A voice as cold as ice and bone-chilling came from the eternal fire of the soul.
"explain."
"The accumulation of souls by ordinary sacrifices alone takes too long. Dragon Island has been comfortable for too long. It has been so long that those dragons who think highly of themselves have forgotten that dragons were also the targets of slaughter in the dragon wars. Arrogance is
Their greatest weakness is also a weakness that we can exploit."
After a pause, Sebastian continued.
"Although the mask spirits under the Mother of Masks are actively killing the mages and extraordinary beings in Runeterra, and the messengers of the underworld are stealing powerful souls from us, there are still many hidden extraordinary beings who have the power to defeat the dragon. Calmly
Runeterra needs more killing and war, only in this way can it bring a lot of souls.
Human greed has no end. No one can refuse the glory of slaying a dragon. All we need is for my Lord to use his mighty power to control those powerful extraordinary beings. Using treasure and power as a guide, they will take the lead in launching an attack on Dragon Island. Runeterra
Mortals will definitely follow him and become a withered skeleton on Dragon Island.
At that time, I can ask the Dragon Priest to set up a magic circle and secretly extract the souls scattered on the Dragon Island until the gate of the netherworld opens and the master's army conquers the Dragon Island.
Whether it is a giant dragon or a transcendent being, it will eventually become the stepping stone for my Lord to control the Dragon Tomb and conquer the world."
One second, three seconds, ten seconds...
Mordekaiser's silence was like the scythe of death on his neck. Sebastian, who had not received a reply for a long time, was a little panicked. He couldn't help but start to review his plan and response method, but he couldn't find it even after recalculating it three times.
until he realized that he had unintentionally included his master in the plan.
He actually proposed to let his master become a part of the plan.
This is the most fatal mistake. Sebastian doesn't understand why he would make such a stupid mistake. Perhaps he is too confident and thinks he has figured out his master's style of doing things, or perhaps the long-term stability has caused him to lose his sense of crisis.
, after all, no one can be as perfect as himself, or perhaps he is careless and unobtrusive...
But no matter what, he has already committed a capital crime.
He knows that any sophistry or begging for mercy at this time is useless. The former will make Mordekaiser think that he is a fool, and the latter will make Mordekaiser think that he is a coward. No matter whether he is a fool or a coward, he will not be alive.
Walk out of the Netherworld Hall.
Instead of defending himself, Sebastian knelt on his knees and put his head on the cold soul floor without moving, waiting for Mordekaiser's sentence.
He seemed to see his destination through the green soul brick. When he remembered the scratching sound of Ye Yun, his second life would be completely ended. Maybe it would become a soul brick, maybe it would become a certain soul.
Equipment, he needs to become a living object until the end of his third life.
Maybe he will have a fourth life and a fifth life. No one knows how many means Mordekaiser has to reshape his soul, just as no one can resist Mordekaiser's rule.
He thought a lot about what happened after his death, until the sound that sounded was not the paddling sound of Nightfall, but the cold voice of Mordekaiser.
"You should be glad that you killed your competitor in time and by reasonable means. Whenever there is a replacement with outstanding ability standing in front of me, and I am as proud as the marshal of the dragon, you will understand what kind of stupid thing you have done.
, stupid enough to make me think that all the plans you have made over the years were made by others."
Knowing that he had been spared the death penalty, Sebastian spoke.
"Master please punish me."
"Do what I asked you to do well. When you are ready, give me the list of extraordinary people you have drawn up. This time I will take action myself.
I won’t say it again. What I need is a slave who can do things for me, not a fool who gives me orders. I won’t do that again.”
"Thank you master for not killing me, Christian will retire."
