In the Immortal Fortress, all the guards in the death row at the bottom have been withdrawn. Cromwell, the adjutant of the Imperial Generalissimo, stood indifferently outside the door with his eyes slightly closed, responding to the screams and gnawing sounds coming from the dungeon door.
Turn a blind eye.
All the cell doors in the death row have been opened by prison guards. Eighty percent of the two hundred and thirty-eight death row inmates chained to the wall are dead. The remaining survivors are cursing the bloodthirsty monster standing in the corridor at the top of their lungs.
It seems that doing this can give oneself the courage to die. Although the reality is very cruel, there are still more collapses and cries for mercy than vicious curses.
"You bloodthirsty Noxian monster! I curse you to die in the most painful torture! I curse your kingdom to collapse like a sandcastle on the seaside. I curse your family to turn into hungry beasts like you.
,I curse you..."
The sound stopped suddenly. Burnham Darkwill indifferently used his white-gloved right hand to easily rip open the curser's throat, letting the blood spurting from the aorta bathe his face. The Imperial Marshal was intoxicated.
He closed his eyes and enjoyed the calming blood bath. After absorbing the hematin, his body was full of food and drink, but his soul still longed for more life.
Blood is a symbol of life.
Only after his mind calmed down could he completely get rid of his thirst for blood. This hunger had tortured him for hundreds of years. He went crazy several times and tried his best to resist the instinct from the devil, but it seemed a bit too difficult in the subsequent battles.
.
Also being splattered with blood, feeling the warm, crimson smell of rust, another middle-aged man in the same prison clamped his legs, and yellow liquid trickled down from his buttocks, dripping onto the ground.
There was a foul smell, and when he thought that his throat would be torn open at will, his legs couldn't stop shaking.
He didn't know why he was sent to death row just for stealing a pair of black stockings used by a noble lady. Unfortunately, his tongue had already been pulled out, his teeth had been knocked out, and his lips had been sewn up with needle and thread.
Way to make any noise for yourself.
"The curses of mortals are meaningless, just like the sand on the ground cursing the stars in the sky. The stars can rain down divine punishment at any time to destroy the sand, but the sand can never reach the height of the stars."
As if he had some realization, and seemed to be comforting himself, Burnham muttered to himself in the dungeon.
"What's more, you are just the scum, garbage, filthy criminals and traitors of the empire. You should sacrifice your despicable lives for the head of the empire."
"Burnham, you are just a bloodthirsty monster! You are not qualified to compete with gods!"
There was a rebuttal voice from another cell, and Burnham, who ignored it, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man whose mouth was sewn shut.
"With so many stitches in your mouth and your tongue removed, you must have committed a serious crime of deceiving others. In Noxus, only cowards will lie, because the strong will use their strength to prove that they did nothing wrong.
I led Noxus to conquer the Kingdom of Gran, and I led Noxus to conquer the Principality of Valkos. In the future, I will also lead Noxus to conquer Northland, Valoran, and Demacia.
And the damn Freljord and the ineffective Jade Territory,
Tell me, I am killing enemies on the front lines and bringing endless territory and glory to the empire. What are you doing in the rear, a coward? Use your eloquent mouth to collect money, or use your lying tongue to please a woman's body and soul.
?”
Putting his right hand on the prisoner's throat and applying force slowly, Burnham's slightly ferocious expression returned to calm, but death followed.
"My subject, tell me, should you die?"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."
His eyes widened, the last ray of oxygen was completely cut off by the pale hands as hard as steel. The middle-aged man shrank his lungs hoarsely, contracting and expanding again and again, but he could no longer breathe even a ray from his throat.
oxygen,
The useless struggle and the sense of suffocation that spread to the mind strangled the man's remaining spirit and willpower. The dying body caused the swelling chest to squeeze out the throat, causing the silent death to make the scalp of the living numb, as if
A bubble sound like a devil's whisper.
Like a chicken in the hands of a butcher, Burnham let go and ended the lives of scoundrels and cowards.
He let go of his hand and was crushed to pieces by the man who turned around.
The killing inside the door was still going on, and fewer and fewer sounds could be heard. Cromwell outside the door sighed. He was just an insignificant chess piece, just like the madness inside the door that could dominate Noxus.
Or, he cannot control his own destiny.
No matter what achievements Marshal Burnham made, no matter how many countries he conquered, in Noxus, there will always be a shadow that randomly pulls the puppet strings in his hands, turning the supreme ruler from an imperial marshal to the most powerful.
humble slave.
Therefore, he understood that building a great empire is always accompanied by sacrifice and dedication, as well as the shadow that cannot face the sun.
Noxus, which likes slaves, will not have too many death row prisoners, but there will never be a shortage in the dungeons.
Because the most indispensable thing in Noxus is people.
…
In Vladimir's private manor, there was only a beautiful woman in a black dress in the huge rose hall.
Luo Lisa lowered her head, ostensibly enjoying the specialties served to her by the owner of the manor. The smiling pale witch actually didn't want to smile at all, but was rather depressed. The reason was that she kept calling out to another man.
There was no response, and she was already ready to put an end to her longing.
Over the course of hundreds of years, she had struggles, losses, and long nights of lonely longing. However, her longing did not die with the useless Rose, but instead followed the rebirth of Luo Lisha and became more fragrant and memorable.
It was as if the farewell between heaven and man was eternal, which should have made her forget all the changes in the past, but instead her heart and body were like deep fermented wine, and her virgin body became more and more beautiful and charming under the catalysis of time.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! During the long wait, she knew that she had not changed at all.
She finally understood that she could no longer wait. The sweet man had now become a poison that hindered her progress and thinking. This toxicity was comparable to the black light hallucinogenic powder used by Mordekaiser to control slaves in the Dark Ages. Most importantly,
However, her poison never came to her, making her more and more unable to stop.
If she waits any longer, she will become his slave and be sent there in a carriage as humble and humble as Rose. This is a depraved ending that she cannot accept.
And this undue longing and emotion often drove her crazy, and she couldn't even calm down to read her favorite taboo book.
Therefore, she decided to take the initiative to make things happen, good or bad, and get the result she wanted most.
LeBlanc, the true master of Noxus, the founder of the Black Rose, the collaborator of Vladimir, the master of the Scarlet Secret Society, a witch who has mastered countless extraordinary forbidden powers, wants to get what she wants most in her life at all costs.
Wanted gift.
This gift is the man she longs for and misses the most - Lester Lee, the founder of the great power of the Emerald Territory.
She wants to get him. After stripping away and controlling the terrifying power of runes in the man, she will use her forbidden secret method to let the man gain the same immortal power as herself, leaving him forever in the magic castle of the Immortal Fortress, making him her only one.
s husband,
And men will say goodbye to the past and cut off all ties. They will have and only have her, the perfect ever-changing witch, the noble pale witch. She can bow her head and grovel for him to become anyone. She knows that only in this way can he ease his heart.
of longing and reluctance.
In the end, the man will work with her to control Noxus and the Emerald Territory, which will eventually conquer the world, defeat Mordekaiser, who is preparing to return to the material realm, and rule the entire Runeterra.
She believed that when she and her husband truly became one another, the estranged Noxus and the Emerald Territory would become a truly unbreakable alliance.
She has arranged everything for this great and sacred wedding. The heroine in the wedding dress happened to be smiling brightly, standing eagerly at the door waiting for her husband. The guests with blessings also sat at the table with smiles.
, but only the most crucial, handsome, and most unforgettable male protagonist is missing, her husband, her Lester.
Waiting again and again,
Not coming, not coming, still not coming.
Therefore, she was very dissatisfied.
No, I am very dissatisfied, extremely dissatisfied!
She was so dissatisfied that she had not carried the love token [Frost Moon Rose] given to her by the man for seven hours, sixteen minutes and twelve seconds, but put it on the bedside table. This was unprecedented anger.
After the man leaves, her favorite thing is to use magic to shrink the magic steel dagger that symbolizes eternal love and clamp it to her chest. The cold willow leaf-shaped dagger will make her fiery body feel the man's cold tone.
Because she knew that when she took the initiative to send out the signal, she had already lost this long tug of war.
Damn man beat her with his indifference.
Feeling the empty chest, the woman frowned in discomfort and suppressed her anger towards the heartless man.
The woman slowly placed her beautiful misty eyes on the bone cup in front of her. It has to be said that this time, the melancholy Alzheimer prince was careful and did not mess with her with the junk that the old nobles praised and admired.
this collaborator.
The wine set is called [Wings of Life], and it is a tall, color-changing bone cup that can automatically change color according to the height of the liquid.
The main body of the bone cup is taken from the pelvis, which symbolizes the origin of life. The pelvis was voluntarily donated by the young believers selected by Vladimir. The bone cup spreads its wings. On the front is a holy angel, but on the back is a ferocious devil engraved, expressing
It reveals the two sides of Vladimir himself, elegant and cruel.
The Wings of Life were personally made by the great artist Vladimir, and combined with white bones soaked in magic blood essence. The special production technique allows the jade-like white bone cup to adjust to different liquid levels when it comes into contact with the liquid in the cup.
The height on the bone cup presents a gradient of bright red that is as beautiful as the sunset on glass.
The content in the cup is [Dragon Blood Tea] soaked with dragon blood essence as the main ingredient. This time Vladimir did not use any virgin red to entertain his partners, which is why Luo Lisha was willing to take a few sips.
The main reason to taste it.
Pure dragon blood essence contains powerful magic elements. Drinking it all year round can not only increase the body's magic affinity, but also enhance physical fitness, making men more powerful.
"Lorissa, it seems that the magic drink I prepared this time is in line with your wishes?"
Vladimir, wearing an indigo dress, was holding another Wing of Life and sitting gracefully on the other side, looking somewhat contented.
"You are not such a generous person to make tea with dragon's blood essence, Vladimir."
Thinking of how she had to plot against the Emerald Collar in order to slay two bipedal dragons, Luo Lisa was a little curious about how Vladimir, who had been staying at home and rarely went out, obtained this high-purity dragon blood essence.
Because of the ancient agreement between Dragon Island and the human race on the mainland, it is difficult to see flying dragons in Rune Land. Only Ixtal has a secret dragon valley of hybrid half-dragons. Unfortunately, even she cannot control the clone from a distance to go there.
Looking for the dragon's nest in another continent.
Waging his finger at Rosa, Vladimir smiled proudly.
"Everyone has their own secrets. My dear witch, will you share yours with me?"
Looking blankly at Vladimir's smiling eyes, Luo Lisha picked up the Wings of Life and took a small sip. The blood tea made her pink lips look even more charming.
"First of all, I am not a witch, I am Luo Lisha. This is our agreement. You'd better not forget it.
Second, don’t call me dear, I can’t bear Lord Blood Ancestor’s favor.”
Knowing that Rosa was making a pun about turning female believers into wine glasses, Vladimir smiled sincerely.
"Okay, okay, Ms. Luo Lisa, I apologize to you. Although there are no outsiders here, it is still my fault to reveal the identity of the witch here. My friend, how about we clink glasses and write it off?"
Luo Lisa picked up the cup and touched it with Vladimir. As soon as she took a sip, Luo Lisha heard Vladimir say.
"Although I have known the Pale Witch for more than a thousand years, I am still curious. Is it true that the beautiful Pale Witch will not fall in love with any man? I know that there are many beautiful Lorissas all over Noxus.
You live an enviable married life, and you have many more men than my female followers."
"This doesn't seem to have anything to do with you. I think you might as well think about how to alleviate Burnham's bloodthirsty state. You should know that after the war, the imperial nobles can no longer tolerate their great ruler being a bloodthirsty person."
A monster."
"Of course I have considered it. In fact, the reason why I am entertaining you this time is to tell you about it."
With a mysterious smile, Vladimir scattered the expensive dragon's blood tea on the ground.
"Only dragon blood can effectively suppress the backlash of blood magic, allowing the great leader of Noxus to do what he desires most. After sending him away, what's left will be divided equally between you and me, how about that?"