"Your Majesty, some accidents occurred while our city guards were clearing the ruins."
The senior officials of the city guard who had greeted Quinn and his party at the city gate earlier knelt down in front of the Third.
"What unexpected incident occurred while clearing the ruins that you came to tell me about?" Jarvan III asked curiously.
"That...the corpse of the culprit who led the mage to attack the palace suddenly turned into a ball of light and disappeared."
"Disappeared?!"
"Yes... there was nothing unusual when the soldiers went to collect the body, but after a while, the body suddenly disappeared."
"Ah……"
Jarvan III smiled gloomily: "It's another trick of the mage."
Silas, an extremely paranoid and capable tycoon, has always been a big trouble for the country. If he is not shot to death... I am afraid that even if he wants to abolish the ban on magic, he will intercept and take away the benefits.
"Ling Mi investigates and confirms whether that person is dead or not!"
"yes!"
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…
In an extremely deep underground place, Silas lay quietly on the dug-out ground. The solidified blood turned black, his eyes were dull and empty, gray-blue, and his eyelids were half-open.
The rough skin was stained with blood, and a slash on his chest that reached deep into his lungs and organs took away all his life.
A purple six-pointed star array under his body was flashing with light. The enchantress walked around the array step by step, chanting ancient spells in her mouth.
The purple magic circle flashed with her breathing.
One after another, black flowers slipped from her fingers and covered Silas' body.
After walking through an unknown number of circles, she sighed, took out white candles and inserted them into the six corners of the circle one by one.
The candle burned with a miserable blue flame, and mysterious power descended.
The wails of all ghosts sounded, LeBlanc began to recite the eulogy of rebellion, and the sound of a hammer striking a bell came from the underground.
"A soul has returned from the River Styx, and he is the king's servant."
LeBlanc's purple lips slightly lifted: "His heart burned with fire, and his mouth shouted the holy name of the king."
A candle went out.
As she sang, the six candles were extinguished one by one.
Then the flame rekindled in Silas's chest, and his heart disappeared into the flame, making the flame seem to have life. The pulsating flame sucked in and then spit out waves of power.
"This way the agreement is complete."
LeBlanc smiled and sat in the air watching Silas's "rebirth".
In his eyes, Silas never had the ability to overthrow Demacia from the beginning to the end, so the first agreement was just the satisfaction of his arrogant ambitions. It was the second agreement that she really placed her hope on.
Of course, she is right.
Silas completed his work faithfully and helped him "escape".
"The agreement is completed...it's normal for me to add some ingredients now, right?"
She raised a handful of powder in her hand, and the flames on Silas's chest immediately devoured it.
Of course, even if she is a lich who has lived for thousands of years, she cannot resurrect a dead person. She can only seal Silas's soul and use rituals to stuff it back into his body in order to pay tribute to someone who once lived.
The emperor sacrificed his soul for the price.
After an unknown amount of time passed, Silas' dust-covered eyes closed and opened again.
Consciousness slowly returned to his mind.
"I'm not dead?"
"...No, you are dead."
LeBlanc said directly: "To be more precise, it means that he is not dead."
Silas moved his body as if it had been a long time, and his stiff body clearly moved under his command, but he had no clear "feeling", as if there was a transparent barrier between his consciousness and his body.
"what did you do to me?"
"Hey, don't say it so harshly." LeBlanc walked to Silas and said, "I brought you back from death, but I just paid a small price."
"What price?"
"Well... you have become a living dead now and have lost the touch of your body. The flame in your chest has become the core of your life. If the flame is not extinguished, you will not die, and vice versa."
"Well……"
Silas sat up, shook his head, and said in a hoarse voice, "What else?"
"Well, this ritual has been useless for so long, and I have forgotten what flaws it has." LeBlanc smiled: "How about you feel it yourself?"
Silas closed his eyes silently after hearing this, silently feeling the changes in his body.
The huge gap in the chest still exists, but the organs and dirty blood seem to have solidified, so there is no need to worry about falling out... Or are these things really still useful to me?
The green flames on his chest burned silently without any warmth. In other words, the only feeling he could experience now was "cold".
The original magical abilities are still there.
It seems...that I have become stronger?
"Want to thank me?" LeBlanc asked with great interest.
"This is just our deal. I failed. You took me away and promised me a free life."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, how heartless."
LeBlanc didn't care about Silas's attitude. After all, it was understandable for a man who failed in his career to have a short temper.
"So I became a monster?"
Silas looked at his pale skin and laughed at himself: "Where can there be freedom?"
"Better than dead."
The enchantress lowered her head and revealed a stern smile: "Otherwise, it's not impossible for me to take back the rituals on you. This place can be your tomb."
"here?"
Silas looked around dully and smiled: "After staying in the cellar for more than ten years, I would rather die in the sun and be pecked by crows than have this place be my tomb."
"Actually, you don't have nowhere to go. Go east. There is a paradise for the dead on the border of the sea. You may even gain power there, a power far more powerful than mine."
The Enchantress reminded: "You can destroy the old nobles of Demacia with just one thought, and even make it your own undead realm."
"Even beat those magical gloves?"
"certainly."
LeBlanc helped him up: "There are many magical and majestic powers in this world. When you go out, you will find that Demacia is like the most backward countryside. With your talent, the entire continent should be yours."
stage."
The Enchantress' goal has been achieved, and she doesn't want Silas to continue to stay in Demacia and affect her plans.
"I understand if you want to drive me away."
Silas replied bitterly: "If your goal can be achieved, my compatriots will indeed no longer be oppressed, and no one will choose to rebel against me, those cowardly lambs! To the east, right? I will go!"
He pinched the knife mark on his chest with his hands, and the black air representing death threaded the needle and thread to sew it up.
"Losers should accept everything. No matter what you say, I will do it."
His tone was calm: "After all, if you are willing to save me, I have to accept your kindness."
The Enchantress heard this and pointed on his arm: "Then I will give you a little gift, at least enough for you to reach Shadow Island."
Magic energy crazily merged into Silas's arm through his fingertips, and the soul flame in his chest burned fiercely.
"...Thank you."
LeBlanc was behind him, smiling like a demon crawling out of the abyss.