Chapter 312: The Graduation Gift Seraphine Gave Herself

Swish!

The golden army of good spirits swung their spears at the same time, strangling the last evil spirit.

Although Seraphine also suffered many casualties, in a short period of time, they killed all the evil spirits in Karsus's Soul Stealing Scroll.

In this battle, Seraphine and Karsus only used the power in the Soul Scroll, using the derivatives of their own paths to simply compete, and did not use other powers.

The result is also obvious. The evil spirits collected by the Soul Stealing Scroll are far less powerful than the good spirits in the Soul Requiem Scroll.

The Soul Stealing Scroll can not only absorb part of the power of the soul stored in it for its own use, but also drive the soul in it.

The death of the soul does not consume much of the Soul Stealing Scroll. Without damaging the origin, it can be resurrected by spending some energy.

But the Soul Stealing Scroll, which has stored souls for hundreds of years, is no match for the Soul Requiem Scroll, which has only absorbed souls for a few years. The difference is obvious.

"Unexpected result. Unfortunately, if that bald mage hadn't damaged the origin of the Soul Stealer, this drama should have been even more grand."

Although he lost for a while, Karthus' voice remained the same, and he didn't think of being angry because of the failure.

"Bald mage, Ryze?" Seraphine frowned slightly.

"Oh, it seems that you also know him. It is so afraid of death that it makes itself extremely weak. Fear of death is his biggest weakness." Karthus said.

Seraphine rarely agreed this time: "Yes, he has too many things to bear in his life. This is Ryze's weakness."

Speaking of Ryze, it is inevitable that she thinks of her teacher.

In front of her teacher, Ryze was crushed in all directions.

Although he was crushed by his teacher, it does not mean that Ryze is weak. At least Karthus should have suffered losses at his hands, and even the Soul Stealer was severely damaged.

Seraphine looked at the Soul Stealer thoughtfully, and half of the pages were gray, which was obviously the influence of that time.

This instantaneous discovery suddenly made her feel dull.

The growing Requiem Scroll and the damaged Soul Stealing Scroll.

The comparison between the two seemed to become less valuable.

She gently turned the pages of the book, and all the good spirits were collected by her into the Requiem Scroll.

After doing this, she looked up at Karsus and bowed slightly:

"Mr. Karsus, thank you for your teaching of the Requiem. This time I came here to sing a song for you."

What she said now was the real purpose of her coming to Karsus this time.

That Requiem was the beginning of her entry into a different world, and it was also the first gift given to him by the teacher.

What else can be better than playing in front of the founder to prove what she has learned?

Before Karsus could reply, Seraphine uttered the first note.

"Sag"

When Karsus heard Seraphine singing, his whole face changed.

What he cared about was not the meaning of the requiem in the melody, but the language of its singing.

"Ouchen language, pure Ouchen language"

As if looking at a rare treasure, Karsus looked at Seraphine with greedy and inquiring eyes.

It was so surprising.

Obviously a living creature, he actually mastered Ouchen language

Even he knew this language after experiencing death.

Suddenly, the tune of Seraphine's singing changed, and the soft and gentle sad emotions burst out.

Listening to Seraphine's singing, even Iris, who has a physical body, was inevitably affected to a certain extent.

She raised her head with lifeless eyes, and scenes naturally emerged in her mind. Those were the most dazzling moments of a person's life.

Through Seraphine's singing, these moments seemed to be directly transmitted to the soul and imprinted in the depths of memory.

In the mind, even a sad and respectful emotion burst out involuntarily.

Requiem, a song that makes the soul sleep.

Sing praises to the brilliance of living beings and send them off to sleep.

At this moment, unlike Iris, Karsus could hear more from Seraphine's singing because he had once abandoned his body and faced death.

"Passion, blood, singing, joy, love, regret. Countless wonderful emotions of human beings are mixed together."

"Death is not the end in your eyes, but just another form of life. But unlike me, you regard death as the return of glory, while I regard it as the beginning of another life."

"The magnificence before life, the repentance after death, hahaha, how wonderful, how wonderful"

Speaking in his mouth, Karsus was almost trembling with excitement.

Seraphine used singing to praise the magnificence before life, while he used Requiem to make people repent their previous lives by death.

The methods shown were different, but everything expressed in the other party's singing was so similar to his.

Whether before or after life, the deepest memories of human beings are the sweetest to taste.

Unfortunately, even though he had heard Seraphine's Requiem, he still felt that only the image that appeared in the mind of a living being at the moment of death was the most beautiful mark of his life.

Thinking of this, Karsus showed an intoxicated expression.

Yes, the moment before death.

How wonderful!

Only by truly experiencing death can you know how beautiful that feeling is, and how strong your emotions are.

Seraphine's song ended, and her path was all in the song.

After singing, she ignored Karsus who was trapped in fantasy, but looked far away in the direction of Fiddlesticks and raised a sweet smile.

This song is sung for you

Without any hesitation, Seraphine turned and flew towards the aerospace battleship.

Iris glanced at Seraphine's back unexpectedly, and seemed to be a little puzzled by her actions.

"Since the song has ended, it's time to leave."

Seraphine's gentle voice floated into Iris's ears. Iris didn't say anything, but just lowered her head slightly and followed Seraphine's back respectfully.

At that moment, when she looked at Seraphine's back, it seemed as if she saw Leblanc and Ryan.

But it seemed different from them. If those two rounds were the sun and the moon, then Seraphine was like a bright star.

Although the light was weak, it still radiated its own light all the time.

"What a beautiful song."

In the wilderness where Fiddlesticks was, Leblanc opened her eyes with enjoyment, with a little surprise in her eyes.

Some people are born at the destination that others want to reach all their lives. Talent is really something that makes people jealous.

"She has understood her own path."

The bird that Ryan turned into looked deeply in the direction of Seraphine, with a relieved tone.

The once immature girl has finally grown to this point today.

Leblanc sighed: "It seems that I should congratulate her in advance, the third leaper of the empire, Senator Seraphine."

"Her assessment is not yet completely over." Ryan reminded.

"Naturally." Leblanc chuckled, "But she has completed the most difficult step, and the accumulation of merits in the future is just a matter of time."

"For the empire and her future, that is the top priority." Ryan said.

He has never worried about Seraphine's talent in strength. With his help, becoming a demigod is a very simple thing.

On the contrary, Seraphine's position in the empire requires the other party to find the answer in the empire.

Now she can only say that she has an idea, and more in the future depends on her actual behavior.

The councillors are not only powerful, but also have their own significance to the empire.

Ionia, the southern coast.

Irelia looked at the newcomer tiredly, panting and said:

"Riven, no one knows when the next battle will start, don't you want to take a rest?"

"I"

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Riven, with short white hair, looked hesitant. She tightly grasped the knife in her hand, which seemed to be broken in half, and fell into silence.

"Anything you want to say?"

Irelia squeezed out a tired smile. The days of fighting consumed her physical and mental strength too much, but no matter what state, she still looked gentle in front of every comrade:

"Riven, Ionia is your home now. You are different from other Noxians,"

Riven was once a swordsman of Noxus, and invaded Ionia with the army of the empire.

But unfortunately, she was betrayed by her superiors on the battlefield. Imistan's ruthless rockets ignited the alchemical explosives, and she almost died in that war.

Since then, she began to doubt her own justice. She shattered her greatsword and walked in Ionia with the broken sword.

During this period, she experienced a lot of things, and had many misunderstandings with the Ionians, and even almost killed an elder here.

But in the end, the people here still tolerated her.

Only the elder's disciple was upset about it and chose to follow her and monitor her.

She expressed her understanding of this, and even because of this tolerance, she came to the south of Ionia and chose to fight for this land.

"Leader!" Riven saluted.

"I'm not a leader, just call me Irelia." Irelia interrupted her with a smile.

Irelia's words once again brought the two closer and made Riven determined.

Her expression became extremely serious: "Irelia, I received an order from the Empire."

"An order from the Empire?"

Irelia was puzzled at first, but soon frowned:

"What does Noxus want you to do?"

Riven used to be a soldier of Noxus. Recently, she has performed bravely in the southern battlefield. It is normal for Noxus to find her.

While talking, Irelia has imagined a series of conspiracies of the Empire in her mind.

Recently, the Empire has not been at peace. An Imperial army led by Vastaya is creating riots. More and more Vastaya are involved, and the war is imminent.

Without Irelia's many thoughts, since she has spoken, Riven feels a lot more relaxed in her heart, and said without thinking:

"The Empire found a powerful bow and arrow in the Temple of Pallas and wants me to take it back to the Empire, saying that it is a bargaining chip for my atonement."

"Riven, do you want to go back to Noxus?" Irelia said softly.

Riven tensed up, subconsciously stood up straight, blurted out:

"No! I don't want to go back!"

"Don't get excited." Irelia gently reached out and patted her shoulder, "Calm down Riven, that is your homeland after all."

"There are no good memories there, I am willing to fight for Ionia, Lady Irelia!" Riven said anxiously.

"Don't call me Lady, we are equal." Irelia emphasized again, "Since you don't want to go back, just ignore this order. Ionia is willing to accept you and provide you with shelter."

"Thank you." Riven's face was full of emotion.

In Ionia, she experienced feelings that the Empire would never have.

Because the Ionians are full of love for each other, she is willing to be a member here.

Riven's face became serious, and she said in a serious tone:

"Irelia, this time, I must go."

"Why?" Irelia asked puzzled.

"The arrows shot from that bow can purify evil, and Ionia needs it now." Riven said seriously.

"Is that so?"

Irelia fell into thought, and she did not doubt what Riven said.

This was originally intelligence from the Empire, and such weapons were not uncommon in Ionia. Legends say that there are many such weapons.

Even the Order of the Balance has many such weapons.

Thinking of her request for help from the Order of the Balance being rejected, Irelia smiled self-deprecatingly. What she said was that she had seen through the real goal of the Black Mist. In her eyes, such words were perfunctory.

Although the two demigods had not come to Ionia, the Black Mist was still eroding Ionia. How could she sit idly by in such a situation?

Under the current circumstances, if the information Riven got is true, then the bow may be the key to breaking the deadlock.

"Riven, I agree to your going."

Irelia had no reason to refuse.

"Okay, I'll leave now." Riven did not hesitate at all, turned around and walked out.

"Wait."

Irelia stopped her:

"Take a group of people with you, so that you can take care of each other in case of anything."

Seeing Riven nod, Irelia smiled and shouted to the distance:

"Valmao, Kai, Yasuo, it will be hard for you, please go with Riven."

The hunter, monk, swordsman, three people dressed differently in the distance stood up and quickly came behind Riven.

Valmao and Kai greeted Riven very friendly, only Yasuo nodded calmly.

The elder who was almost killed by Riven was the teacher who taught him swordsmanship.

After that incident, he resigned from the duties of the elders' guard and chose to follow Riven.

Although the teacher forgave Riven, he vowed to keep a close eye on her and prevent her from murdering any Ionian again.

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