Legends of Runeterra

In the hazy, dilapidated and desolate world, Karsus ignored the disintegration and disappearance of Leblanc's fake body, because at this moment, a hideous figure had been resurrected from Vladimir's body.

"Hoo~~!!"

A brutal and bloody roar resounded through the sky, but before the Darkin could express his joy at being resurrected, the situation around him made him confused.

"No, this is..."

"Greetings, respected Darkin."

"who are you?"

"I am Karsus, a servant of the Lord of Life and Death."

"Humph! The Lord of Life and Death? I've never heard of him!"

In just a moment, the Darkin searched through his memory. Before he fell asleep, there was no such powerful being called the 'Lord of Life and Death'.

That's right, it's 'sleeping'. The power of the Darkin is absolutely beyond the comprehension of mere mortals. Although he was indeed at a disadvantage in the battle with his compatriots, he was killed by slaves such as Vladimir. It was all manipulated by him, in order to lie dormant and let those more powerful compatriots fight each other.

"Haha~! Of course you haven't heard of it. After all, when my lord rose to power, you were already killed and devoured by the slave beneath your feet."

"Really? How can a mere undead understand my plan?!"

"I don't understand, and I don't want to understand. I just want to tell you one thing: don't waste your energy. Perhaps you were truly powerful in your prime, but now you've simply absorbed Mr. Vladimir's flesh and blood and been reborn."

"Roar! Lowly undead, how dare you..."

Karsus paid no attention to the Darkin's fury and continued to wave his staff calmly and naturally.

"Buzz~~!!"

The intensity of the dark green light increased to a higher level, trapping the Darkin firmly in one of the three gaps in the magic circle.

“Rip it~~!!”

Countless dark red tentacles burst out from the Darkin's hideous body, and these tentacles with sharp bone spurs stabbed fiercely in all directions.

However, as Karsus said, he might have been very powerful in his heyday, but now he has just been resurrected from Vladimir's body. Even if he has thousands of methods, without enough flesh and blood to nourish and recover, this Darkin cannot use them.

Karsus watched the scene calmly, floated to the middle of the altar, waved his staff, and his equally empty mouth, which was only left with bones, slowly chanted.

"The body of my heir, unintentionally donated, will enable my Lord to walk the world!"

"Buzz~~!!"

A dark green light enveloped the motionless Sion, and his pale, unstitched lines and knotted muscles were like some kind of marble-like skin, gradually covered with a layer of dark green veins.

"The blood of the Ascended, donated voluntarily, will make our Lord immortal!"

"Buzz~~!!"

“Tick-tick~!”

The dark green light was so strong that it melted the thousands of tentacles into drops of blood, and even the Darkin himself melted and disintegrated in this light.

Soon, the originally tall and ferocious body of the Darkin turned into a ball of struggling blood, gradually being stained with dark green.

Although the Darkin never volunteered, the willingness required for the ritual was achieved when Vladimir took the initiative to walk into the magic circle.

"The souls of all people, if donated compulsorily, will make the true spirit of our Lord eternal!!!"

"Buzz~~!!"

The souls, enveloped in a black mist like fireworks and constantly transforming into various forms of creatures, were squeezed out of countless strands of "spirit" under the dim green light.

"Great Lord of Life and Death, please respond to the call of your loyal servants and bring eternal peace to this world!!!"

Karsus raised his staff high, and when the last line of the chant fell, his entire undead soul body turned into a ball of the purest undead power and fell into the magic circle from mid-air.

The 'blood', 'spirit', and Sion's body gradually merged into one in the 'three-phase resurrection ceremony'.

"Buzz~~!!"

"Click~!"

As the dark green light shot up into the sky, this hazy and dilapidated world was gradually pulled and moved.

...

"Uh…"

In Presidium, Nicole, who was originally on the city wall with Li En and others looking at the army in the distance, suddenly changed her expression and covered her heart with her hands.

"What's wrong with you, Neeko?"

Nidalee, who was standing next to Neeko, supported her immediately.

"Woo~! Ni... Nidalee... My... My..."

Nicole was halfway through her words when her eyes rolled back and she fainted. Her originally rosy smiling face was now as white as paper.

"Let me do it, Nidalee."

"Li En, please... "

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

Li En took Neeko from Nidalee's arms and raised his hand to place it on her forehead.

"Buzz~!"

A golden-red light emerged, instantly covering Nicole's entire body.

Almost immediately, the pain on Nicole's face disappeared, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she opened her eyes.

"Nico, how are you? Are you okay?"

"Nidalee..."

Subconsciously forcing a smile at Nidalee, Neeko suddenly remembered something and turned sharply to look at Li En.

"Li En, I just felt the presence of my tribesmen. They seem to be..."

"Click~!"

Before Nicole could finish her words, a dark, irregular crack suddenly appeared above the open space where the two armies were facing each other.

The scent of home that Nicole was so familiar with and missed so much quickly flowed out through the cracks.

However, the joyful and excited smile on Nicole's lips had just begun to curve.

"Buzz~~!!"

“Crack! Crack!!”

A dark green light suddenly emerged, violently expanding the crack and turning it into a crack covering an area of ​​hundreds of meters.

next moment.

"Bang~!"

As space completely shattered, the 'hazy illusion' that had been wandering deep in the spiritual realm now completely overlapped with the material realm.

The dilapidated and barren land instantly replaced the land where flowers, plants and green trees could be seen.

And in the middle of the two armies, a huge altar over a hundred meters high was suspended in the air.

On the altar, an extremely large figure was standing quietly in the center.

"That is…"

The general behind him couldn't help but let out a low cry, and Darius couldn't help but frown slightly.

Ordinary soldiers couldn't recognize it, but generals like Darius would. The body on the altar that was far superior to that of an ordinary person was clearly the spiritual symbol of the empire in the past, and was transformed by dark magic into the most terrifying war machine - the undead god of war, Sion!

However, the opponent appeared in such an unusual situation that no general would think that he was a friend rather than an enemy.