Chapter 381 Dark Pursuit Cassiopeia's Temptation

Berjun.

The Reiser Guard Secret House was dark and silent in the middle of the night.

In the room belonging to Dilishati, the soft light shone through the half-open door and sprinkled on the floor of the corridor, forming a long light band.

At the end of this light band, Dilishati, the head of the secret house who was usually majestic and solemn, was kneeling on the ground.

When the scorching sun came, his body trembled like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind.

Through the light, you can see that Dilishati's face is extremely pale, his forehead is covered with cold sweat, his hands are clenched into fists, and his nails are deeply embedded in the flesh.

"Are you saying that all the Black Rose members in Beljun died unexpectedly?"

In the main seat of the room, a blood-haired noble youth wearing a blood-red robe said casually.

"Yes."

Dilishati replied tremblingly, his eyes full of fear.

He was ready to rest, but suddenly his men came to report that His Majesty Vladimir had arrived in Bergun.

"Do you know the reason?"

Vladimir leaned on the wooden chair and tilted his head to look at Dilishati below.

"This"

Dilishati suddenly thought of Charles, the investigator of the Reser Garrison Corps who had left Bergun.

But he had no evidence.

"You hesitated?"

Vladimir narrowed his eyes, a blood-red light filled his pupils, and he laughed softly.

"No, I didn't, Your Majesty Vladimir!"

Facing the danger of death, Dilishati could no longer keep his inner peace, raised his face, and panicked.

"It's Charles!"

"I suspect it's Charles!"

"He is the Reser Garrison investigator sent by His Majesty Swain. Not long after leaving Bergun, all the members of the Black Rose were killed."

Dilishati directly told all the information he knew, including Charles' origins.

"Really?"

Vladimir stood up and walked to Dilishati with an elegant step.

Dilishati seemed to have noticed something and kowtowed hard to beg.

"Your Majesty Vladimir, please let me go!"

"I really didn't know Charles did such a thing."

The blood stained the floor red, and Dilishati was still kowtowing, hoping to get Vladimir's forgiveness.

"Sorry, the crime you committed is unforgivable."

Vladimir pursed his lips, and his cold eyes were like glaciers, looking down at Dilishati.

As these words fell, Dilishati felt the blood in his body boiling uncontrollably.

He opened his mouth, trying to explain, trying to beg for mercy, but to no avail.

Bang!

Suddenly, a loud noise came, as if the air was directly broken.

Dilishati's body exploded instantly under the impact of the power in his body, and the gushing blood condensed in the air.

Vladimir opened his mouth and sucked gently. The red blood in the air was attracted by the invisible force and rushed into his mouth.

"Hmm, the blood of the extraordinary!"

Vladimir whispered softly, his voice full of joy.

A satisfied smile appeared on his face, as if he had tasted a delicious meal.

In such a weird atmosphere, everything around him became more depressing and terrifying.

Vladimir finally swallowed the blood in his mouth and turned to look at the thick fog shadow in the corner behind him.

"Changing the name and investigating secretly are good ideas. It may be an idea provided by Swain."

"What should we do now?" A low and sexy voice came from the thick fog shadow.

"Let's arrange someone to find him first!" Vladimir waved his hand indifferently.

"He should have arrived in Uzeris now, right?"

"Why should we find him?"

The scarlet eyes lit up in the shadow, and the spider-like figure turned into a human form and walked out.

"He is going to Katarina. Can't we just wait for him in the Lost Tomb?"

Vladimir suddenly realized, looked at the figure behind him, and nodded.

"Then let's go directly."

"If we are lucky, we may be able to find some fun in the lost tomb of the mysterious ascender."

Blood witchcraft comes from the Darkin.

The predecessor of the Darkin is the Ascended Army of the Shurima Empire.

Also known as the God Warriors!

The vast desert outside Vikora.

The originally silent and desolate desert seemed to suddenly become irritable and danced violently.

The scorching sky was covered with a thick layer of clouds, and the yellow-brown storm was like a wild horse running wild, sweeping the world crazily.

Huo Jixing frowned and looked at the desert where the wind and clouds were changing.

It was calm just now, but now it has set off a chaotic sandstorm.

This is an ominous premonition for him, and this trip may not be too smooth.

"This is Shurima. The desert's temper is unpredictable."

Cassiopeia was one step behind Huo Jixing and spoke softly.

There was a trace of burning in her deep green eyes. The light gauze and thin silk shirt was draped over her body, revealing the ravine in her chest.

"I'm a little tired. Can I take a break?"

Cassiopeia took a step forward, coiled her winding snake body, and spun her tail, intending to wrap around Huo Jixing.

"Tired?"

Huo Jixing's face immediately turned cold, and he turned back and glared at the charming Cassiopeia.

On the way, Cassiopeia kept trying to wrap her snake tail around Huo Jixing's body to tease his heartstrings.

Even if Huo Jixing used the power of clouds and mist to isolate her, he couldn't stop her from getting close.

Considering Catalina, he could not directly deal with Cassiopeia, he could only prevent her from harassing him.

Huo Jixing was also a little confused.

Why did Cassiopeia become like this?

Could it be that the attack was too heavy? Unintentionally triggered Cassiopeia's lustful mentality?

"Be quiet, we'll be at Waikoura in a minute."

Cassiopeia raised her eyes and saw Huo Jixing's cold expression, pursed her lips and smiled, restraining her movements.

Huo Jixing did not avoid the sandstorm and took Cassiopeia directly across it.

Soon after continuing on, we saw Vikoula in the oasis.

The outline of the city is extremely clear in the intersection of desert and oasis, and it seems to be a masterpiece carefully carved by nature.

The river that runs through Weikaola is like a winding silver ribbon, meandering through the oasis.

In the center of the oasis, a huge golden sun disk hangs, reflecting thousands of sunlight and covering the bustling city.

"It's the sun disk again!"

Huo Jixing raised his eyebrows. This was the second time he saw the sun disk.

If you add Nasramei, which you have never been to, there are already three cities in Shurima continent that have rebuilt the sun disk.

The existence of the sun disk is undoubtedly weakening the power and status of the Noxus Empire.

[Suzaku·Red Eyes and Fire Eyes]!

Red-gold flames filled his pupils. Huo Jixing looked from a distance and saw many clouds filling his field of vision.

Most of the clouds are white, but colorful clouds are also common.

"Are there so many extraordinary beings?"

Huo Jixing was a little surprised. It wasn't hidden. Wekaola was the city where he had seen the most extraordinary people in Shurima.

"It is worthy of being the place where fate intersects."

He calmed down, took Cassiopeia down, and walked towards Vicora, who was very close at hand.

Vicoula, in front of the cracked city wall.

In the crowded crowd, a tall figure wrapped in a robe was waiting in line.

The huge battlement was just as tall as him, and the higher parts were made of earthen bricks dried by the scorching sun.

The Wekaura man must have found the architecture breathtaking, but in his eyes it was nothing more than a poor imitation.

As Nasus strode through an archway, he looked at the hard-built ashlar stones above his head and shook his head slightly.

This is a big gap compared to the craftsmanship of the Shurima Empire.

The reason for Nasus' long journey to Wekaura.

In addition to the fact that the ancient wizard spirit Xerath is about to break the seal, it is also because he sensed that a certain owner with ascended bloodline appeared here.

This bloodline has existed for a long time, even before the empire was in ruins and its territory spanned the entire continent.

This is the most precious and powerful bloodline of ancient Shurima!

So the top priority is to find that person before the enemy.

The blood of Ascension can bring Azir back to the present world from the void, or it can completely destroy the reborn Shurima with evil intentions.

Nasus walked along the stone bridge, dust falling from the cracks like a fine veil.

"This was built by craftsmen who were exiled by the lost Icathia. Each stone was cut and laid with utmost precision."

"But people seem to have forgotten."

The calmness in Nasus' deep eyes was no longer there, and there were ripples in his eyes.

Vikaula's ignorance of history stimulated his scholarly heart.

Countless centuries of bitter wandering in the depths of the desert gradually turned into violent sullenness.

"Isn't it that I built the great library to prevent the decline of memory?"

"Or is this all going to be reduced to ruins along with the Shurima Empire?"

Nasus quickly arrived in the inner city, followed the crowd through the guards, and walked towards the temple in the center.

Although he tried his best to ignore people's gaze, his tall stature was too noticeable.

Especially the long-handled battle ax on his back is very imaginative.

There are many secrets buried in the continent of Shurima, but no one will sleep underground forever.

Some people whispered to each other or whispered, guessing Nasus' identity, but no one dared to step forward.

Like the city walls and arches, the inner city of Vicoula is only a shadow of its former glory.

Azir's mother was born in Vicoula, and the young emperor generously bestowed grace on the people here.

The gardens that go up are filled with flowers shipped from all over the empire, surrounded by colorful colors and wonderful fragrances.

Groups of sky-high towers are decorated with silver and jade. Cool water flows from the great temple and runs along the elevated canal day and night.

People all naively believe that the blessings here will never end.

However, the past thousand years have stripped the city of flesh and blood, leaving only its skeleton of stone.

But half of the glory of that year has faded into ruins.

These ruins were built over the past few hundred years by people who still cherished their homeland and stubbornly believed that its future lay in the revival of the past.

As Nasus followed the growing crowd, what he saw was nothing more than a terrible imitation of that forgotten history.

Skilled craftsmen designed buildings that were immediately deceptive imitations of Shurima's former glory.

The walls were once famous for their square-cut granite, but are now made of timber and crudely hewn stone.

The original outline of the city was still there, but Nasus felt as if he was walking in a nightmare.

New materials and strange forms are reshaping the once familiar surroundings.

The original appearance of everything has been deliberately distorted, as if the purpose of the design is to make people feel uneasy.

"Something is wrong with Vikora!"

Nasus' eyes were cold, and an inexplicable uneasiness rose in his heart. This city was no longer a reflection of his memory.

He keenly smelled the dark energy hidden in it, which belonged to the arcane magic.

"Xerath, what are you planning?"

Nasus walked forward, turned a corner at the end, and finally stepped into the square in the center of the city.

When he saw what the residents of Vikora had erected in the center of the rebuilt city, his claws hidden in his robes couldn't help but clench.

The Temple of the Sun!