Legends of Runeterra

"Ahhhh~~!!!"

“Chi~~!!”

A dark red, sticky liquid like glue slowly fell onto the golden-red flame, and the two consumed and annihilated each other.

As the golden-red flames, which were no longer continuously supplied, gradually died down, the extremely painful wails also slowly subsided.

"Huhuhu~!"

With every breath, the Darkin's body, which was burned by the flames and was riddled with holes, was repairing itself at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What a mess, Brother Jorral."

"Thank...thank you, Sister Stellatu and Brother Balkux."

Ignoring the teasing in Stellatu's words, the Darkin's immortality allowed Jorral to slowly stand up from Balkux's palm.

"Barkuks, let me go back. I will torture those lowly humans..."

"Alright, you're so weak now, are you going to go back and die, and then be sealed for hundreds or thousands of years?"

"Stellatu, that was definitely not the power of that human just now. The three of us..."

"Qiao Lar, to be honest, I faced the master of that power not long ago. Just one punch left me seriously injured and on the verge of death!"

The low sound of Balkux, like the friction between two rough pieces of bark, made the originally furious Jorah calm down quickly, as if a basin of cold water was poured over his head.

"How can this be..."

"That's the truth. If you don't believe me, take a closer look at Balquxus. His frontal wound hasn't healed yet!"

Subconsciously turning his head to look carefully at Balkuks, Qiaolar discovered a detail that he had not noticed before.

It was a trace that almost split Balkux in two, but was restored to almost disappearance under the immortality of the Darkin.

"..."

"I'm sorry, sister, brother, I'm so..."

Although in the middle and late Darkin era, the Darkin no longer cared about their former comradesship, fighting each other and indulging in blood and death.

But as Darkin under Aatrox's command, they still maintain a brotherly and sisterly relationship with each other.

Qiao Lar, who had calmed down temporarily at this moment, immediately apologized to everyone after a brief silence.

"It's just a trivial matter, don't worry about it."

Stellatu took the initiative to speak and skipped the topic.

“But then again, Jorral, you are the Darkin Shield, once the strongest shield among us.

But brother, why are you so weak now?"

"I...I just woke up less than three suns ago..."

As Qiao Lar spoke, he recalled the memories of the group of humble mortals whose souls and flesh were devoured by Him.

"A group of foolish nobles tried to use my power to overthrow a kingdom. I exploited their frail flesh and souls to the utmost, and only then was I able to forge the darkin body I now possess."

"I see..."

"Let's not talk about this anymore, sisters and brothers. Now that we've gathered, why not just destroy this country and use the flesh, blood, and souls of its inhabitants to rebuild our immortal Darkin..."

"madness!"

Stellatu interrupted Jorral without hesitation. Although as the Darkin Holy Shield, his defense was undoubtedly the best among all the Darkin, he seemed to have been eroded too badly by the "Void". Jorral's wisdom had been worn away too much, and he always seemed to be a little bit off.

"You have just triggered the protection left by that powerful person. Do you think he won't notice it?

Given the current state of you and me, if we meet each other, we will probably be shattered on the spot and sealed again for hundreds or thousands of years.

Now that General Aatrox has summoned us, we should rush to meet him immediately!"

"Uh... yes, sister, you're right, I was careless."

Qiao Lar scratched his head through his helmet and suddenly realized what was happening.

"Alright, Sister Stelatu, there may be more than one case of weakness like Jolar. Let's quickly find our next compatriot!"

"Okay, I understand. Let's go. The next location is... the eternal frozen land!"

...

Darkin Warspear - Anakka, Darkin Ballista - Naganeka...

With Stellatu using Balkux's exaggerated space travel ability plundered from the 'Holy Tree of Yodel', the dark descendants gathered again at a very fast speed and the process was extremely smooth.

Of course, perhaps there are other Darkin hidden and sealed in some corners of Runeterra, but this time it was Aatrox who initiated the call, and the other Darkin might not respond even if they sensed it.

After all, being able to survive in that chaotic and bloody era and being sealed into weapons, these Darkin are all extremely outstanding among their compatriots.

"Okay, all the brothers and sisters from this continent are here, Sister Stellatu, where should we go first?"

As the original initiator of the plan and the one who is currently in the best condition, Stellatu is temporarily in a leadership position among the Darkin.

"Well... then let's go to the 'Earth of the First Born'!"

Stellatu's scarlet eyes swept across the Darkborn. Now, including him, there were a total of five Darkborn gathered.

Although their conditions are not very good, the Darkin themselves have abnormal immortality, coupled with the strange and terrifying "blood magic". If they let go and kill as much as they want, it will be difficult to find many people in the whole world who can resist these five Darkin.

But unfortunately, Stellatu knew very well that the actions of the Darkborn at this moment must be seen by "that person".

Once he tried to deviate from the opponent's plan, he was afraid that the opponent would directly tear the space apart and kill them with a punch across thousands of miles.

Therefore, vaguely aware of the increasingly restless mentality of the Darkin, Stellatu spoke again to remind them.

"Everyone, our priority now is to see the General. Even in our heyday, the glory of the Sun Disc could not reach that 'Early Land'. We must not act rashly, lest we invite an unstoppable enemy!"

"Yeah, I understand, sister."

The voice of Anaka, the Darkin Warspear, was as cold and indifferent as the place where he was sealed.

"Don't worry, sister. We will never disrupt General Aatrox's plan!"

The darkin ballista Naganeka's voice, as deep as the vibration of steel, rang out, and a scarlet flame gleamed deep in his throat.

...

Ionia, the gate of the Shadow Sect.

Inside the Shadow Stream Martial Arts Arena, the extremely dense power of shadows keeps the hall shrouded in darkness all year round.

Except for the disciples who have received the inheritance of the Shadow Sect, ordinary people who cross the threshold of the hall will not be able to find a way out until they die.

Even one of the conditions for becoming an apprentice disciple of the Shadow Sect is to find a way out within the specified time.

Of course, this is the case when only the assessment formation is activated.

If the formation is fully activated and the Lord of Shadows personally leads the formation, then even the famous 'Eye of Twilight' will have no way to quickly break the formation except to escape into the spirit world.

At this moment, in the martial arts arena, the power of shadow surged along the complex and mysterious formation, and everything was shrouded in the darkness that made everything unknowable.