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Chapter 567 Vladimir

The Scarlet Secret Society is a secret society unique to Vladimir. They believe in blood magic, shaping flesh and blood, and mutating blood to gain powerful power.

The members of the association wearing dark red robes avoided all conflicts and began to lay ninety-nine columns supported by human bones and coagulated blood in the imperial capital.

Others were responsible for using bright red spiritual paint to draw hideous patterns around the columns inserted into the ground.

"The source of blood!

Drain until the marrow turns to ashes,

So there is spirituality in the blood,

The wise sages are thirsty to drink this blood,

…”

A pungent fishy wind blew up, and the sky above the entire imperial capital began to be covered in blood as he chanted.

But such a sudden change was nothing new for the Noxus imperial capital that night.

The terrifying fishy wind was wrapped with traces of blood. Everyone who was blown by the wind was quickly sucked into a mummy. The wind whirlpool that quickly accumulated enough blood turned into a terrifying bloody tornado, heading towards the most crowded place.

The city gates gathered together.

More and more tornadoes are raging in the city, narrow alleys are destroyed, thick stone walls are knocked down in large numbers, and the civilians who are unfortunate enough to be overwhelmed can only cry and be robbed of their blood.



Cassiopeia used her sharp claws to tear apart Swain's protection, and tore open Swain's chest with one claw. Even the steel under the robe was as fragile as rotten wood under her hands.

The sharp nails penetrated directly into the flesh and clawed towards Swain's heart.

Swain groaned, and the demon wings behind him immediately flapped forward.

The hurricane shook Cassiopeia's hand away, and he immediately retracted his wings, letting the two of them fall to the ground.

He punched the snake girl's body, breaking dozens of snake scales.

"Boom!"

The two of them fell heavily to the ground. Swain, who was well prepared, punched the snake again. The power of the devil quickly penetrated into it, and crimson marks appeared on Cassiopeia's body, full of...

The malicious mark exploded, and the tail wrapped around his body bounced away.

Swain spat out a mouthful of blood and quickly distanced himself.

The demonic power given by Ram quickly healed the wound on his chest.

Cassiopeia screamed and smashed into a pile of gravel, but soon, the powerful snake tail swept away all the stones on her body. She stood up again, and her long tongue came out to lick the stone on her hand.

Wayne's blood.

The beautiful face outlines the cruelty.

The injured snake scales fell off piece by piece with the demonic power.

"enough!"

With his hair disheveled, Swain summoned the devil wings again and prepared to fly away. He had an intuition that the source of this earthquake must be in the mysterious space under the Immortal Fortress!

"Don't even think about leaving!"

Cassiopeia's face turned cold, she picked up a snake scale and threw it high.

The raging swamp of poisonous gas instantly spread from the snake's tail beneath her.

"Flying is prohibited here! The poisonous gas cannot be dispersed!"

In the poisonous gas, twisted inscriptions merged into the air, and terrifying pressure came. Swain, who had just taken off, groaned, and the light wings behind him were shattered bit by bit.

He fell from the air, and dozens of sharp fangs flew towards him.

"Touch of liberation!"

The Demon Queen released red lightning, knocking down all its fangs. Swain, extremely angry, roared: "The Demon ascends!"

Countless thin bolts of lightning burst out from his body, and the air around him shook violently, followed by a circular circle of scorched earth from hell that spread crazily around his body.

The evil and decaying aura suppressed Cassiopeia's poisonous swamp, and the snake girl looked shocked. The power Swayin released at this time even made her feel a little scared.

The inscriptions fused with the air are fighting crazily against this scorched earth.

Cassiopeia did not dare to hesitate any longer, coiled her snake body, and flew towards Swain like an arrow.

As soon as she entered the circular piece of scorched earth, scarlet lightning began to converge on her. It was an attack that was completely impossible to avoid.

"Eating Crows!"

Countless energy ravens gathered above Swain's head, and then rushed towards Cassiopeia.

Swain's white hair was flying from his head, and he opened his left hand. The devil's hand quickly swelled into a monster shape.

The huge arm was wrapped in red lightning and grabbed Cassiopeia directly.

"All petrified!"

Cassiopeia made a sharp voice, and her cold eyes immediately emitted a gray light.

In front of her, a circle of strange energy instantly spread out, and everything that came into contact with it, even the flying energy raven, quickly solidified into a crow-shaped stone shell under her gaze.

"Bang bang bang!"

A large number of stones collided in the air, and then fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Swain's big hand passed through countless debris and forcefully resisted the petrifying light to grab Cassiopeia's head.

Cassiopeia slapped her snake tail and flew into the air. In the blink of an eye, she wrapped herself around Swain's alienated arm and quickly approached Swain.

"ah!"

The hot demonic power on her arm burned her snake scales to pieces, causing her to scream in agony.

But instead, she wrapped the snake's body harder, enough to break the steel body and immediately leave deep marks on the devil's hand.

"What a crazy woman!"

Swain's face was ugly, and he was pale due to excessive use of demonic power.

"Swain!"

With the sharp nails swiping, Swain instantly compressed the power of the scorched earth of hell and summoned the real killer weapon that he had planned for a long time.

A demonic hand made of scorched earth protruded from his chest. At this close distance, the ferocious arm directly grabbed Cassiopeia's head.

Swain opened his mouth and spit out a large amount of black soil, and around his chest, his flesh and blood began to quietly turn into scorched earth and fall.

Enduring the immense pain, Swain did not give Cassiopeia any chance, and the devil's hand closed instantly.

"ah!!!"

Cassiopeia's hard skull was quickly transformed into scorched earth, and the Ascended One's power quickly overflowed from her body.

"Ahem!"

Swain vomited out a large amount of black soil again, and his whole body looked miserable.

He quickly put away the heavy demon's hand, but the scorched earth around him was difficult to recover.

Cassiopeia's body hung down powerlessly, and even the scales of the snake's tail that had lost its power became dim and dull.

"snort."

Although he killed Cassiopeia, Swain still looked ugly because he had been too distracted by Cassiopeia.

He didn't even know the current situation in the imperial capital.

The terrifying ground roar underfoot, and the raging bloody tornado...

As he walked, he gathered his hair and breathed heavily, trying to regain his calm leadership posture.

Just when he was about to walk out of the scorched earth, a graceful figure suddenly appeared behind him. The visitor was wearing a cool mage robe, revealing a lot of lavender skin, and there was a strange and sarcastic look on the corner of her mouth.

smile.

The dagger in his hand plunged into Swain's heart without hesitation.

"Good evening, Swain." She put her head on Swain's shoulder and greeted her cordially: "Long time no see, are you satisfied with my greeting gift?"

"Ho--"

Swain's body suddenly shook, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

"Le...LeBlanc!"

"This is the result of my research over the years. The malicious imprint is solidified on the dagger, and it can play a greater role at certain moments." LeBlanc explained with a smile: "Even a real devil cannot bear it.

Such a dagger stabs through the heart and causes injuries."

The malicious mark exploded, twisting Swain's heart into a pile of rotten flesh. Not even the power of the devil could protect him.

Swain felt that all the power in his body was dissipating rapidly, and the cold death was eroding him!

"No……"

He showed unwillingness. It was clearly the time for him to conquer the world, but why did it collapse overnight?

If he knew that such a result would result from the concerted efforts of many parties, including the protoss, and that there would be no shortage of external enemies and internal enemies, he might not be so hard to accept it.

Looking at Swain's fallen body, LeBlanc covered her mouth and laughed softly.

Then she turned around and dragged Cassiopeia's body and threw it into a bloody tornado.

"With the power in your blood, maybe Vladimir can really find his own way." She looked at the snake girl's body quickly withering away, and there was expectation in her eyes.

In fact, she had arrived a long time ago, but she still watched her cadres die and allowed her to test Swain's real trump card. Moreover, Cassiopeia's blood was what Vladimir asked for, so it was okay.

Spare them internal fighting…

Isn't this a good result?

After a long time, Swain stood up again with the tip of a dagger sticking out of his chest, his face the unique livid color of a corpse.

His limbs were stiff, but he still walked towards LeBlanc and lowered his head.

"Very good, then take me to see the space under the Immortal Fortress."

Swain opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice, "Yes!"



Immortal Fortress, underground space.

The starlight peeled away the darkness. Although Mercy's sword had no edge, it was extremely heavy. Every blow was like hitting and smashing stars, and even the entire space vibrated with his movements.

The jealous clone roared repeatedly, but gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Eternity in the rear is holding a book and does not participate in the battle, but in fact, it has attached various buffs to the compassionate star spirit.

The real jealous demon is hiding deep in the space, squinting his eyes to look at the battle, and even wants to laugh a little.

When he went to kill the "Faceless Man", what he left behind was the aura of the clone. He originally intended it as a possible back-up, but he didn't expect the protoss to take the bait so quickly.

"Kill, kill... After killing, it's time to release the 'eternal prison'."

He has been fully prepared for a long time. Even the Bone Temple presented in front of the two star spirits is just an illusory projection. The seal of this fake temple is still stable, which can completely escape his next actions.

The sight of the protoss.

Even if the time comes and the world changes, wouldn't it be easier for Him to pretend to be dead and plan behind the scenes?



LeBlanc followed Swain and walked underground.

Soon, countless streams of blood seeped out from under the ground and quickly condensed into a human shape.

With the appearance of the human form, countless bloody tornadoes raging in the city stopped their original trajectories, and then rushed towards the Immortal Fortress crazily.

"Is this your new life?" LeBlanc asked with great interest.

"finish quickly."

Vladimir's tone was full of joy: "Your men taste very good."

As they moved forward, streams of blood entered Vladimir's body one after another, and his image gradually became clearer.

He returned to his youthful appearance, looking heroic and elegant, with fair skin and strong limbs.

"There seem to be two foreign guests in the underground space." LeBlanc said.

"Please leave it to me, madam." Vladimir swallowed the last drop of blood, "Of course, I believe you can prevent anyone from leaving."

Long white hair began to grow on his head, and his pure body was obscured by blood-colored gauze.

Under Swain's leadership, they successfully arrived at the entrance to the underground space.

"Flowers in the Mirror and Moon in the Water."

The figures of the two gradually blurred. LeBlanc waved his wand and continued: "The Forgetting Curse!"

After all the aura was eliminated, the two of them escaped along the entrance, leaving Swain standing there like a sculpture, with scarlet light shining in his eyes.



Just when the jealous demon Ram thought that his wishful thinking was very successful, a scene that almost made his eyesight split suddenly appeared——

The chest of the Eternal Star Spirit was suddenly completely pierced by a big bloody hand, and a beating heart was pulled between the five sharp fingers. The heart was not red, but a gem made of stars, like a work of art.

That is the "core" of heavenly beings!

"Ah...ah..."

“Looks really delicious.”

An intoxicated, morbid voice sounded in this dark space, and Vladimir's figure appeared from behind the eternity: "Thank you for the hospitality."

Amidst the roars of the compassionate stars, Vladimir slowly put the heart into his mouth.

The divine body of the Eternal Star Spirit suddenly fell to the ground, and an indescribable feeling suddenly emerged in everyone's hearts, and this feeling was no stranger to everyone present.

Because the last time I had this feeling was when Aatrox killed Pantheon with his own hands!

Moreover, the entire war star was wiped out with all life!

The Merciful Star Spirit suddenly felt a chill all over his body, because... he could feel that the Eternal Star, which had been shining for tens of thousands of years, was truly extinguished at this moment!

How can it be!!!

The jealous demon is also going crazy. How dare this person kill the protoss?!

His plans were completely disrupted!

And how did he do this?!

"you!"

"How dare you!"

The Merciful Star Spirit suddenly erupted with terrifying energy, and said angrily: "Bloody the will of the giant god!"

The huge stone sword seemed to have traveled through time and space in an instant and directly smashed Vladimir into a pile of minced flesh.

"Boom!"

A violent explosion suddenly sounded in the space.

But soon, Vladimir recovered from the blood foam with a smile on his face, and the raging starlight seemed to have no effect on him.

Upon seeing this, the Merciful Star Spirit immediately retreated vigilantly. He lowered his face and asked, "Who are you?"

"I?"

Vladimir laughed softly when he heard this, and he performed an ancient noble ceremony.

"Maybe you could call me—"

"The fourth resurrected Darkin."


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