Legends of Runeterra

“Hahaha~~!!”

"How about this power from the Darkin specially prepared for you!!"

Vladimir ignored the blood gushing out of his seven orifices and stared at Leblanc surrounded by countless dark red thorns, laughing crazily.

At this moment, the human face made of dark red flesh and blood on Vladimir's chest became more and more vivid, as if it would open its eyes in the next moment.

"Vladimir, there are many ways to survive. There's no need to rely on that cruel and bloodthirsty being. Do you think he's any better than the Darkin?"

"Are you scared, LeBlanc?"

Admiring Leblanc as she performed various secret techniques but was unable to escape from the cage formed by the power of the Darkin, Vladimir felt an indescribable joy in his heart.

He deliberately persuaded Leblanc to go to Ionia in person, exposing the possibility that he might side with the Lord of the Underworld, and then used the "Source Blood Body" to go to Ionia in a hypocritical manner.

All Vladimir did was to trick LeBlanc here at this moment.

In order to confirm that Leblanc had come in person, Vladimir even allowed himself to be poisoned with the deadly poison called 'Hemolytic Poison'.

That's right, even though it was just some blood magic given by the Darkin for fun, after thousands of years of research and Vladimir devouring the Darkin's flesh and blood, he had long since gotten rid of his once weak body.

A mere 'hemolytic poison' might have been very dangerous to him hundreds of years ago, but now, it was just a bit of wind and frost.

"..."

Leblanc did not answer Vladimir, but kept waving the staff in her hand, trying to break free from the cage.

"What a pity! I wanted you to leave a few last words."

Although he said this, Vladimir's hands moved quickly. He raised his hand and swung it hard.

"Wow~!"

The entire blood pool dried up in an instant, revealing a hidden magic circle emitting a deep red light.

"Come, it's time to welcome the return of the Lord of Life and Death!"

"Buzz~~!!"

A deep blood-red light suddenly burst out, and the space within the range of the magic circle was instantly distorted. The figures of Vladimir and Leblanc disappeared directly.

...

"Om~!"

A deep red light rose up, and two figures suddenly appeared.

After forcibly mobilizing the power of the Darkin, Vladimir's expression became even more ferocious. The face that was originally on his chest had now moved to his neck and was extremely close to his face.

When this face completely overlaps with Vladimir's face, that is when the Darkin is resurrected again.

But at this moment, Vladimir did not feel anxious at all. He controlled the power of the Darkin to imprison Leblanc, and walked towards the dark platform built not far away with excitement and impatience.

"Lord Karsus, I have captured this traitor!"

The illusory spirit holding the staff slowly turned around, and its empty eye sockets burning with the fire of death looked at the imprisoned Leblanc.

"Very good, Mr. Vladimir, congratulations on completing the task assigned by my Lord."

"Then, sir, please see..."

"Well, please complete the last step and send this traitor to the altar where she belongs."

Vladimir looked in the direction of Karsus's staff. On the ground of the dark platform, countless evil lines formed an extremely complex magic circle.

In the center of this magic circle, there are three vacancies. One of them houses Noxus's death weapon, the 'Undead God of War Sion', and the other is imprisoned by a dark mist like fireworks, faintly revealing many strange souls that are constantly transforming into various creatures.

As for the last vacancy... Vladimir glanced at Leblanc, who had stopped struggling and was staring at him with extremely cold eyes.

The next second, Vladimir bowed slightly to Karsus.

"Yes, Lord Karsus!"

Stepping towards the center of the magic circle, Vladimir manipulated the power of the Darkin to place Leblanc in the only gap.

"Goodbye, my..."

"Om~!"

A faint green light suddenly rose up, illuminating all the patterns on the ground.

The empty space in the center of the magic circle instantly appeared at Vladimir's feet.

Vladimir, who had originally had a 'winner takes all' attitude, turned around in horror and looked outside the magic circle.

"Lord Karsus..."

"Haha~! What a pity, Vladimir. It seems that you have also been betrayed by Lord Karsus.

How does it feel to be a sacrifice, Vladimir?"

A mocking voice that was almost beyond words sounded beside Vladimir, but at this moment he no longer had the mind to pay attention to Leblanc.

Feeling the darkin's power struggling more and more fiercely to escape his control, Vladimir looked at Karsus outside the magic circle almost pleadingly.

"My Lord! Lord Karsus! Didn't we agree that..."

"That's right. Bring Leblanc here, and my Lord will help you deal with the revived Darkin within you."

"But sir, you are now..."

"Mr. Vladimir, you will serve as one of the sacrifices in the 'Three-Phase Resurrection Ritual', forming the body of our Lord in His coming into the world of the living. Together with our Lord, you will ascend the eternal throne!"

"No! It's not like that! It shouldn't be like this!

I want to live, I want to live! ! ! "

"Om~!"

The power of the Darkin suddenly erupted, and the face that had originally only reached Vladimir's neck now overlapped with his face.

"Hehe! I want to live, I must live..."

“Crack! Crack! Crack!”

Vladimir's body swelled and deformed, his scarlet robe and pale skin cracked, and dark red bone spurs slowly grew out of them.

In this scene, it seems as if another existence is about to break through this body and come into this world again.

"Is this the fate I've ended up in after pursuing it at all costs..."

"It's an honor to meet you, Ms. LeBlanc."

"Oh! Are you trying to show off to me?"

"No, it's just that all those who betray my Lord will have their bodies crushed and their souls shattered by Him, becoming just another brick in the temple of bones."

"Really? But before that, you should make sure that this ceremony can go on smoothly."

"Bang~!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Leblanc's imprisoned body was shattered by the violent and uncontrolled power of the Darkin, turning into wisps of magic that dissipated.

Obviously, even though Vladimir has made every possible effort, Leblanc is still superior.

In the underground palace of the Immortal Fortress, as the picture broke, a slender figure slowly opened her eyes.

Leblanc frowned slightly, but when she realized that the sealed armor was still safe, she felt a little relieved.