Noxus Glory

Chapter 32 The Terrifying Talent of Demonic Whispers

Let's go back a few minutes.

In the elegant living room, Amoline, who had just finished cleaning the room, sat on an armchair, her pregnant belly protruding and her expression slightly tired.

As the armchair swayed, her upper and lower eyelids began to droop, as if they were about to close together.

Splash! Splash!

In a daze, Amoryn heard the crackling of the flames in the fireplace, and the orange flames danced and warmed her face.

She stared at the flickering firelight again, her head drooping, and gradually fell asleep.

"Um?"

In her dream, Amoryn seemed to sense something was amiss and opened her eyes to look.

I don't know when it started, but the fireplace in the living room also entered my dreams.

The burning orange-yellow flames danced, seemingly forming some shape and outlining a certain contour, but then immediately collapsed and disappeared.

Amoryn frowned; the same scene kept repeating itself.

Same outline, same collapse.

Amoryn realized something was wrong and looked at the upper part of the flames, where she discovered that two black holes had suddenly appeared in the middle of the raging fire.

The two caves were as dark as the night, remaining fixed in place despite the intense heat of the surrounding flames.

She moved closer.

No, it wasn't a hole, she realized.

These are eyes!

Then, countless chaotic memories flooded her dreams like a tide, and she remembered.

[Amoline!]

In her panic, Amoline froze completely when she heard her own name called.

Beside her, flames leaped upwards from the fireplace, but her eyes remained fixed on her.

She looked into his eyes, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

"Is it starting again?"

Amoryn stared in terror at the horrific image buried deep within her soul, a curse that haunted her relentlessly.

In the deep darkness, a tall and majestic stone palace slowly appeared.

At the entrance, a giant clad in armor was fighting, wielding a heavy, ferocious warhammer to crush a cornered mortal warrior. Beside him were two ferocious monsters—one a shadow, the other flames.

The blazing flames flickered before Amoryn, and she could neither stop them nor halt them.

The scene continues to shift, and a pale woman appears, smiling as she looks down at the shattered metal giant lying at her feet.

The two monsters he had tamed were also defeated and driven back.

A group of figures in robes surrounded them, chanting some kind of incantation in a language she couldn't understand.

The two monsters were already hysterical, but they could only watch helplessly as their power was drained away, until they finally withered and dissipated, leaving only two droplets, like two drops of rain.

Amoryn struggled to look away, but the scene before her seemed to possess an invisible magic, forcing her to gaze at the droplet of fury that had been put into a small bottle and sealed.

Day after day, year after year.

Isolated from the world and ignored by everyone, it gradually withered and despaired in loneliness.

Its soul gradually weakened, its light gradually dimmed, and its roar turned into a wail.

Amorline, who had been extremely wary, was suddenly overcome with pity. She seemed to want to reach out and touch the anger, to embrace it.

Suddenly!

The shriveled anger seemed to have caught the scent of some delicious food, and suddenly swelled up.

In the deep, eerie darkness, a colossal body, as large as a mountain, emerged, its countless thick, flaming arms piercing through the fireplace and waving towards the sky.

It leaped past Amorin, letting out an excited roar as it strode toward the outside of the stone temple.

Clang!

Then Amoryn heard a somewhat familiar sound of a blade being drawn from its sheath.

Then screams rang out, followed by crimson flames and a red star hanging in the sky, filling the field of vision.

"Ignorant mortals, wait for the Protoss!"

In an instant.

When Amoryn saw the raging fire that should have been burning and surging, it was as if she had seen something terrifying. Like a tidal wave, it fled back into the depths of the hall, hiding itself and daring not to show itself.

When Amorline regained consciousness.

She found herself out of the nightmare, lying in Gregory's warm embrace.

"Are you alright?" Gregory reached out and gently stroked Qing's cold face, asking with concern.

"I'll be fine without you!" Amoryn said, her face pale, shaking her head gently, a bright light shining in her tired eyes.

She pushed Gregory's arm away, quickly glanced around at her surroundings, saw the broken fireplace and Hojixing standing with a knife in his hand, and muttered to herself.

"Protoss!"

"What celestial spirits? Did you dream about those things again?"

Gregory frowned slightly, looking at Amoryn with some concern.

He had seen similar nightmares before, and Amoryn had encountered them many times, but each time he had stopped and woken her up. It seemed that this time, something beyond his imagination was happening in the nightmare.

"I said, the fire power of Hoji Star is related to the Star Spirits!" Amoryn said, emphasizing each word.

Then, with the help of Gregory's arm, she half-sat up and leaned against his chest, her pale face now filled with a complex expression.

There was shock, fear, horror, and also relief.

Then, Amoryn looked at Hoji Star and, in front of Gregory, recounted the nightmare she had just experienced.

However, as if wary of something, she concealed the image of the pale woman appearing and only spoke of the sealing of the droplet's rage and the matter of seducing her.

"Fortunately, Huo Jixing intervened at the last crucial moment, activating the power of the Star Spirit, which terrified the guy in the dream. He probably won't dare to show his face for a while."

Faced with the complicated looks from Gregory and Amoryn, Huo Jixing looked helpless and didn't know how to speak for a moment.

No delusion!

He was just helping out, but he never expected to be targeted as prey by someone luring him into his dreams.

In the end, that guy fled in panic, leaving himself alone.

The key point is that there are other people in the dream!

"Me, a Celestial Spirit?" Huo Jixing asked in confusion.

He immediately realized that the Vermilion Bird Seven Stars corresponded to the stars in the sky.

Then everything falls into place naturally.

Because of the constellation Jing, Amoryn mistakenly believed that her power was related to the Celestials, but she had no way to explain it.

After all, the Southern Fire did indeed originate from the Vermilion Bird Star!

The atmosphere was somewhat silent.

Hoji Star could sense the emotional shifts of the Gregory couple. Who would have thought that an accident would involve the Protoss?

Moreover, he himself was involved, allowing Amoryn to glimpse the Star of Well!

However, Gregory quickly composed himself.

Sometimes, when talent becomes terrifying to a certain extent, it brings not fear, but awe.

He first helped Amorline back to the bedroom to lie down and rest.

He then picked up a cup of tea from the restaurant, composed himself, and went to Huo Jixing's room.

"It's hard to believe that your fire power is related to the Protoss!" Gregory poured tea, sat down opposite Hoji Star, and his expression was full of envy and respect.

Protoss, a legendary being.

They are powerful beings comparable to gods, leaving behind many strange tales and legends on the continent of Valoran.

Compared to the Protoss, his school of thought was nothing more than a grain of rice.

And now, a superhuman with the power of the Celestial Spirits has actually appeared before him.

"Truly, God bless the Empire. In these difficult times, it is a blessing to have a talented person like you join the Empire."

Huo Jixing raised an eyebrow, understanding the meaning behind Grigory's words, and asked a question.

"Is the Empire facing a very bad situation right now?"

"It's not just bad, it's plunging us into utter ruin," Gregory said bitterly as he finished his tea.

Who could have imagined that the once mighty Noxus Empire would now be struggling and scarred by war?

"On the eastern front, the defeat in the Ionian War has cost the Empire many of its elite forces. It has begun to shift from offense to defense and is even preparing to evacuate the Ionian Islands."

"On the western front, the deterioration of the Demacian battlefield has tied up many warbands there, preventing them from leaving."

"A single hair can affect the whole body. Without the deterrent power of the Empire, the situation on the continent of Shurima is uncertain and turbulent, with rebellious forces emerging in many ports."

"Currently, only the northern front remains undecided."

"The Empire's current predicament is not solely due to external wars!" Gregory's eyes gleamed. "The Empire is also fraught with internal strife, with independence movements, divisions, and numerous factions frequently vying for power."

Huo Jixing listened attentively to Gregory's words.

This was a field he had never been exposed to before, and it involved a power struggle within the upper echelons of the empire.

If it weren't for his talent, Gregory probably wouldn't have brought it up.

Most importantly, he also heard a piece of news that he was particularly concerned about.

The defeat in the Ionian War!

Having memories of his past life, he was acutely aware of the importance of the Ionian War to the Noxian Empire.

Its failure would bring unimaginable changes to the empire.

"So, the situation in the Noxian Empire is now beyond saving; it's just a matter of Swain's intervention."

Huo Jixing's thoughts were racing, and comparing them with some information from his past life's memories, he had a strange feeling of having stepped into history.

As for Gregory's subsequent words, he fully understood the bitterness of someone whose ambitions were thwarted.

"Although the empire is in distress, we have not given up and are making our own efforts for the empire in silence."

Gregory pointed out the window to the emaciated villagers who were slowly approaching through the wind and snow.

They were employed by Gregory and, as the snowstorm subsided, began to clean up the first-floor living room, which had been damaged in the fighting.

Hojixing remained calm, inwardly acknowledging Gregory's extraordinary abilities.

Compared to the Noxian Empire of my memory, which was insatiable in its desires and lacked resources, the villagers in the village before me were well-clothed and lived in a relatively stable place.

Although food was somewhat scarce, at least they wouldn't starve, and their overall standard of living was significantly higher than that of other villages in the empire.

"Everything for Noxus!" Hojixing declared.

Gregory gave the very young Hojira a strange look, then chuckled and said, "For Noxus?"

"You should say, 'For Darkwell!'"

Note: During Darkwill's era, Noxian soldiers' salute slogan was "For Darkwill," while during Swain's reign, the slogan was "For Noxus."

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