Noxus Glory

A chaotic, bloody feast swept through the steel fortress; deep roars and the clash of weapons pierced the sturdy walls, and a thick aura of death permeated every inch of the air.

This imperial fortress, forged in blood and iron, has lost its former prosperity and bustle, with ruins and corpses scattered everywhere.

Only the southwestern region seemed to have been forgotten by the chaos, shrouded in a rare silence.

In the depths of darkness, hidden eyes gazed silently at the heavily fortified camp, its walls glowing with bright yellow flames.

Trevor's Legion Camp!

One of the elite battle groups currently guarding the Immortal Fortress!

Within the Noxian Empire, the Trevory Legion is synonymous with strength and loyalty.

It is the most elite, most respected, and battle-hardened military force in the empire.

Every carefully selected soldier of the Trevory Legion burns with fervor for the Empire and absolute loyalty to the Trevory Council.

The three indentations on their armor are the best proof, a medal symbolizing honor.

Bang!

Inside the council chamber of the Trevory Legion camp, the dull clashing of blades broke the stillness of the night.

The dome lights cascaded down, witnessing a blood-stained black axe cleaving heavily onto a sturdy helmet.

moment!

Metal fragments, mixed with bits of flesh and blood, flew everywhere, revealing a fanatical face etched with black lines.

Those black patterns looked incredibly eerie, yet they were filled with unspeakable pain when the giant black axe cleaved down.

Snapped!

A massive, blood-stained hand suddenly reached out and gripped the neck of the soldier from Trifalli's army, its knuckles turning white from the force.

Click!

A crisp sound of bones cracking rang out.

The fervor on the young soldier's face vanished instantly, replaced by extreme fear and resentment.

Ultimately, it returned to death, turning into a cold corpse.

After the giant hand released its grip, the corpse fell softly to the ground, raising a stench of blood and dust.

Darius, panting, slowly withdrew his hand, blood dripping from between his fingers.

He stared coldly at the corpses of the soldiers of the Trifalli Legion at his feet, his gaze devoid of any pity, only filled with overwhelming rage at being betrayed and chilling murderous intent.

Darius now resembles a black wolf that has been thoroughly enraged, radiating a chilling aura of oppression.

He turned to look at the council chamber, which had become a battlefield.

The collapsed conference table shattered into wood chips, and dark red bloodstains soaked the ground.

Dozens of corpses lay scattered on the ground all around.

Some were decapitated, others had sharp weapons embedded in their bodies, and the flowing blood soaked the soles of the feet of every survivor.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, the metallic smell of rust, and the lingering magical aura of black magic.

"Wilson, are you alright?"

Darius suppressed his anger and looked at Wilson, who was leaning against the wall, panting heavily.

This usually gentle and refined legion advisor was now covered in blood, his red and gray clothes torn beyond recognition, and the wound on his waist and abdomen was gruesome, with the flesh turned outward to reveal the pale muscles underneath.

Visibly, blood continued to seep from the wound, staining the wall beneath him red.

Her former gentle demeanor has vanished, leaving only the relief of surviving a catastrophe.

Hearing Darius's concerned greeting, Wilson, despite the pain from his wound, gently shook his head.

"It's alright, I won't die!"

After saying that, he looked up at the few surviving advisors of the Trifalli Legion around him, his eyes filled with anger.

"It's a black rose!"

"I never imagined that these rats in the gutter could infiltrate the legion, bewitch so many soldiers, and betray the empire and the general."

The survivors fell silent, their thoughts returning to the moment the bell rang.

What was originally a signal of danger became a clarion call for rebellion.

The Trevor Legion squad, bewitched by the Black Rose and lying in ambush outside the council chamber, silently eliminated the hidden sentries using black magic.

Then, they stormed into the council chamber like madmen, killing everyone they saw without leaving any survivors.

Among them were several soldiers of the Trevory Legion who had undergone black magic transformations, with a clear objective—

Join forces to surround and kill Darius!

Their intention was to eliminate the Noxian Hand who was surrounded, causing Trevor's army to lose command and fall into chaos as the dark tide swept in.

But Black Rose ultimately underestimated Darius's terrifying strength, as well as the resilience of the Hand of Noxus.

Facing rebels who outnumbered him several times over, Darius wielded the Black Cleaver, and with each slash, he took a life.

Broken corpses piled up at his feet, crimson blood smeared his armor and face, yet it did not shake his steps in the slightest.

Those Trevori soldiers who had been transformed by dark magic were nothing more than ants in the face of Darius's absolute power, no matter how fearless they were.

Ultimately, this meticulously planned assassination attempt was thwarted by Darius's killing spree, becoming nothing more than a pipe dream.

Tap tap! Tap tap!

Darius strode to the corner, ignoring the broken corpse embedded in the wall, reached out and tore off the Black Cutter. His imposing face remained taut, his gaze as cold as a knife.

"Blood for blood, I will make the Black Rose pay a hundredfold price, and all those who participated in the rebellion will perish under my giant axe."

Bang!

The tightly closed doors of the council chamber were smashed open from the outside, and soldiers of the Trifalli Legion, clad in heavy black armor and dark red cloaks, surged in like a tide.

Their armor was stained with blood to varying degrees, their eyes were sharp and resolute, and they exuded a fierce and ruthless aura from years of battle.

Leading the group was Captain Ben Farong.

This burly man, as imposing as an iron tower, who had followed Darius in countless battles, looked at the blood-soaked council chamber with barely concealed panic in his eyes, fearing that the worst thing he could ever want to see would happen.

Fortunately, when his gaze swept across the corner of the wall, he caught sight of that incredibly familiar figure.

Tap tap! Tap tap!

The heavy armor crunched on the blood, producing a crisp, rhythmic sound.

Captain Ben Faron strode across the mess and stood before General Darius, kneeling on one knee. A deep, respectful voice emanated from beneath his silver-gray visor.

"General, the rebellion within the camp has been quelled. All traitors who colluded with the Black Rose were executed on the spot, leaving no survivors."

Darius lowered his gaze, his deep eyes slowly lingering on Ben Faron's silver armor and blood-stained, menacing chain mace.

The spikes of the chain hammer were still covered with small pieces of bone and pale flesh, and a strong, pungent smell of blood wafted over, making one's throat tighten.

It was clear that Ben Faron had just gone through an exceptionally fierce battle.

Without even having time to clean the bloodstains and debris from the armor, he hurriedly led his men to the council hall, just to confirm the general's safety.

This eagerness and loyalty need no further explanation; they are already etched in their actions.

"Notify all surviving centurions to immediately regroup their troops, take stock of casualties, repair armor and weapons, and await my orders."

Darius issued the order in a calm voice, as if the attack had left no effect on him whatsoever.

He knew better than anyone that the loyalty of the soldiers in Trevory's Legion was never maintained by empty slogans or by the oppression of power.

Rather, it was his repeated leadership by taking the lead and the camaraderie forged in countless battles that were etched into the very bones of every soldier.

"Also, send a signal to see how many organized battle groups around us are ready to move out, and order them to immediately move towards the camp and assemble for further orders."

"Yes, General!"

Ben Faron immediately stood up, his gaze fixed on Darius's cold and icy face, his eyes filled with awe and determination.

He knew Darius all too well; this coldness beneath the calm meant an even greater storm was about to break, that they were about to unleash their most insane revenge on the Black Rose and on all the rebels.

Ben Faron immediately left to relay Darius's orders to the outside world.

But he did not take the soldiers of the Trevory Legion who came with him; instead, he left them behind to protect this figure who was like a faith to everyone.

Darius watched Captain Ben Faron's departing figure, his gaze falling on the crimson clouds in the sky, which were getting closer and closer to the Immortal Fortress. A cruel smile, like that of a wild beast, spread across his lips.

Although the attack came unexpectedly, the depth of Black Rose's infiltration and the ruthlessness of their methods far exceeded his expectations.

But those scoundrels underestimated the loyalty of Trevor's Legion to Darius, and underestimated Darius's deterrent power.

When he was attacked, all the soldiers of the Trevory Legion who were loyal to him spontaneously mobilized, assembled as quickly as possible to fight back, carried out an internal purge, and eliminated all the traitors.

The chaos that should have engulfed the camp was abruptly brought to an end thanks to his intimidation and the loyalty of his soldiers.

"Wilson!" Darius turned to look at the legion advisor who was bandaging his wound.

"Arrange for people to guard the surrounding area. No one is allowed to approach without my order."

"Those who disobey will be executed without exception!"

"Yes, General!"

Wilson nodded in a deep voice, forced himself to sit up, and methodically arranged for the soldiers of the Trevory Legion to carry out their guard duties.

He had a vague idea of ​​what Darius was going to do next.

All he could do was to protect this temporary safe zone for the general to the best of his ability.

Darius waited quietly for a while until Wilson had arranged everything before turning and walking deeper into the council chamber.

......

In the dimly lit corridor.

The wall lamps hanging on both sides of the wall flickered with a faint light, casting Darius's shadow long and short, like a black wolf slowly moving forward.

The corridor was quiet, with only the heavy footsteps echoing repeatedly in the air.

A short while later.

Darius went straight to a massive steel gate engraved with runes.

This massive door was incredibly heavy, its surface covered with ancient runes, gleaming with a cold, hard metallic sheen.

As soon as he stopped, the runes on the giant steel gate flashed, and a crimson glow instantly illuminated Darius's rugged face.

Buzz! Buzz!

As if the recognition was successful, the giant steel gate emitted a deep hum and slid to both sides.

The next moment!

Deep within the dark room, a crimson light suddenly burst forth, like a leaping crimson flame, instantly enveloping Darius's massive body.

The light was intense and fiery, carrying with it an unparalleled and domineering power.

Darius's deep gaze followed the light and landed in the center of the room.

Within his field of vision, a rune fragment resembling a red agate was embedded in the chest area of ​​the steel armor, drawing Darius's full attention.

[Brutal Fragments]!

A product of the shattered World Rune [Tyranny], containing within it a violent power that erodes mortals.

Darius stared calmly at the black armor that carried the power of the [Shard of Tyranny], and planted the black giant axe in his hand upside down in the ground.

"Unrivaled combat power!"

He had long since dedicated everything to the Noxian Empire beneath his feet.

From fighting on the battlefield in his youth to becoming the Hand of Noxus in the empire.

He had fought countless battles, and every scar on his body was a medal for his service to the empire.

Even at the cost of his own life, even if he were to be completely corrupted by the [Shards of Tyranny], he would personally settle accounts with all the betrayals and sins.

This time, Darius donned the hideous armor alone, without the help of the rune weaver.

He reached out and gently grasped the shoulder armor of the suit. The cold metallic touch accompanied the scorching power of the [Brutal Shard], which instantly spread throughout his body.

Even though he had gotten used to it, the corrosive effect of the [Shards of Tyranny] still affected Darius, causing him to let out a low growl.

But he didn't stop. He gritted his teeth, endured the excruciating pain in his body, and slowly put on the heavy and complicated armor.

Every piece of the armor was incredibly heavy, bearing the violent power of the [Brutal Fragment].

The process of putting it on is like wrestling with a wild beast; every action comes at a price.

Fine beads of sweat mixed with blood trickled down Darius's hard face, down to his chin, and landed on his muscular body.

Once he was fully armored, Darius exuded a violent and domineering aura, with crimson light emanating from the [Shard of Tyranny], covering his entire body.

Then, Darius immediately gripped the Black Cutter beside him, the blade of the giant axe meeting the crimson light, finding a delicate balance point, and attaching itself to the surface of the armor and the giant axe.

Darius looked down at the [Shard of Tyranny] embedded in his breastplate and the Black Cutter in his hand, feeling the immense power within his body, and took a heavy breath.

"They will regret being my enemy!"

.......

Trevor's Legion camp.

The campfires blazed all around, their leaping flames dispelling the darkness, and the air was filled with the lingering smell of blood from the recent battle.

The soldiers of Trevor's Legion, who had been waiting in place, watched Darius walk step by step up the platform, their eyes blazing with fanaticism, and they roared as if welcoming the arrival of their king.

Darius looked down at the assembled Trevory Legion and gently raised his hand in greeting.

The roars from below the stage instantly subsided, and the camp fell silent, with only the crackling of the campfire and the heavy, rhythmic breathing of the soldiers remaining.

This is the reputation of the Hand of Noxus.

With just one action, this iron-blooded legion could be silenced instantly, and the power of everyone could be gathered together.

"This land beneath our feet, soaked in blood, is the legacy of the empire's history, a glorious place forged by countless ancestors with their lives and blood."

Darius spoke in a deep, wild voice that echoed throughout the camp, each word powerful and forceful.

"It constantly reminds us of the wild thrill of conquest, the fierce roar of resistance against oppression, and..."

"The heavy price of sacrifice!"

At this point, Darius's gaze swept over the corpses of soldiers draped in imperial banners below the platform, paused, and continued.

"Never forget the path Noxus came from."

"And when facing life-or-death reckoning, the only truth in one's heart."

Darius's mind flashed with the glory he had won in battle after battle, and the images of his fallen comrades. He raised the Black Cutter high in his hand.

"Strength is above all else!"

"We will use our own strength to protect the Noxian Empire."

"We must use blood to commemorate our fallen comrades! We must use revenge to defend the glory of the empire!"

Rumble! Rumble!

As Darius finished his pre-battle mobilization, the camp gates burst open with a deafening roar, as if sounding the horns of war.

The soldiers of the Trifalli Legion surged forward like a blood-red torrent unleashed, maintaining an orderly formation as they charged toward the chaotic Immortal Fortress.

They were to launch the fiercest attack on all the rebels.

The massacre officially began.

The soldiers of the Trevor Legion were like killing machines, working in perfect unison to obliterate all obstacles in their path.

Even those rebels with extraordinary powers are as fragile as eggs in the face of such a steel torrent, utterly vulnerable.

This is Darius's Trifalli Legion, the most elite military force of the Noxian Empire.

However, just as Trevor's army continued its advance...

In the darkness filled with an atmosphere of chaos, a series of muffled, thunderous footsteps suddenly rang out.

The ground beneath my feet was trembling slightly, as if a massive battle was approaching.

Darius stopped his killing spree, and blood dripped from his giant axe.

He narrowed his eyes, his sharp gaze fixed on the direction from which the sound came, a cold smile flashing in his eyes.

The order he had Ben Faron convey was not simply to assemble the legions and defend the Immortal Fortress.

There are two layers of meaning behind the command.

First, he was to inform all the chapters stationed near the Immortal Fortress that he, Darius, had not fallen, and was still the Hand of Noxus, a member of the Trifary Council, and the Supreme Commander of the Empire.

He wanted to give hope to all those loyal to the empire amidst the chaos, to unite their strength, and to fight together against the rebels.

Secondly, he wanted to lure out the rebellious warbands that had sided with the Black Rose, draw them in, and wipe them out in one fell swoop.

Darius gripped the Black Cutter tightly, watching the enormous figure emerge from the darkness, the smile in his eyes gradually fading.

Only the thirst for blood and the determination for revenge, like a lurking black wolf, await the moment when it bares its sharp fangs.

......

Meanwhile, in the noble district.

A chilly wind, carrying dust, swept across the walls engraved with different emblems, emitting a low, mournful wail.

Swain, dressed in an old nobleman's robe, looked like a lonely old man walking on the edge of chaos.

The death and annihilation in the distance had no effect on him.

His destination was the very place where the Black Rose and the Scarlet Society had suffered a crushing defeat and made a humiliating exit.

Unlike its former secrecy, the core forces of the Leiser Guard Legion have long since gathered near the Soul Well that sealed the passage.

In addition, spellcasters from numerous small and medium-sized secret societies within the empire also gathered around, studying the secrets of the armor.

"Um?"

Swain frowned slightly as he walked, paused briefly in his steady pace, and then continued on his way.

"As expected, the Empire's previous black magic experiments were never trustworthy."

"They already bear the unique mark of black roses."

During Brown Darkwell's reign, the Empire secretly cultivated and researched numerous black magic experiments.

For example, the previous Hand of Noxus.

With the help of dark magic, he rejected the peace of death and enjoyed the solace that killing brought him.

Swain thought of the guy who had opposed him, shook his head slightly, and a flash of crimson light appeared in the depths of his eyes before disappearing.

He wasn't worried about Darius's situation at all. How could the Hand of Noxus, who possessed the World Rune Fragment, be stopped by a mere experimental subject of dark magic?

"But it's her..."

Swain slowly raised his eyes, his deep gaze passing over the dark clouds and landing on a vast mansion in the distance with a minimalist style.

This mansion lacks the luxurious decorations common in other aristocratic residences; the walls are simple, and the doors and windows are tightly closed.

It was very quiet all around.

Occasionally, a faint, dark purple light would flash across the clouds above the mansion, like a lurking beast silently binding its prey, waiting for the moment to feed.

"I think you'll understand once you win that every decision has a corresponding outcome."

Swain spoke softly, his voice unusually firm, without the slightest hesitation.

He had long seen through the costs behind every choice, whether it was sacrifice or gain, all for the future of Noxus, a result he had already weighed.

"Hopefully, she will once again bring glory to the Du Coca-Cola family in an ominous way."

As soon as he finished speaking, Swain silently entered a heavily guarded building.

Along the way, we saw soldiers of the Leiser garrison, clad in armor and wielding sharp weapons, wearing purple insignia, standing like sculptures.

Even amidst the chaos outside, they remained expressionless, their eyes fixed firmly ahead, faithfully fulfilling their duty of guarding.

Swain walked deep into the building, gazing at the enormous Soul Shaft that was deeply embedded in the Noxian bedrock.

The wellhead was pitch black, like an alternate dimension, intent on swallowing all those who peered in.

The well walls are covered with ancient and obscure runes, which, despite the erosion of time, still emit a faint spiritual light.

Inside the giant well, a stark blue and a dubious green blend into a swirling halo of light, rotating in the darkness and illuminating the three bridges spanning above.

Beneath the bridge, runes shimmering with different colors firmly sealed a passageway and a lifeless suit of armor.

The armor, covered in mottled marks, still exudes an irresistible allure even without an owner, stirring the soul.

Swain stared calmly at the armor, only his left hand beneath the hem glowing with a blood-red light.

He was waiting.

Waiting for the one who desires the armor.

Inside the giant well, a stark blue and a dubious green blend into a swirling halo of light, rotating in the darkness and illuminating the three bridges spanning above.

Beneath the bridge, runes shimmering with different colors firmly sealed a passageway and a lifeless suit of armor.

The armor, covered in mottled marks, still exudes an irresistible allure even without an owner, stirring the soul.

Swain stared calmly at the armor, only his left hand beneath the hem glowing with a blood-red light.

He was waiting.

Waiting for the one who desires the armor.

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The well walls are covered with ancient and obscure runes, which, despite the erosion of time, still emit a faint spiritual light.

Inside the giant well, a stark blue and a dubious green blend into a swirling halo of light, rotating in the darkness and illuminating the three bridges spanning above.

Beneath the bridge, runes shimmering with different colors firmly sealed a passageway and a lifeless suit of armor.

The armor, covered in mottled marks, still exudes an irresistible allure even without an owner, stirring the soul.

Swain stared calmly at the armor, only his left hand beneath the hem glowing with a blood-red light.

He was waiting.

Waiting for the one who desires the armor.

Inside the giant well, a stark blue and a dubious green blend into a swirling halo of light, rotating in the darkness and illuminating the three bridges spanning above.

Beneath the bridge, runes shimmering with different colors firmly sealed a passageway and a lifeless suit of armor.

The armor, covered in mottled marks, still exudes an irresistible allure even without an owner, stirring the soul.

Swain stared calmly at the armor, only his left hand beneath the hem glowing with a blood-red light.

He was waiting.

Waiting for the one who desires the armor.

Inside the giant well, a stark blue and a dubious green blend into a swirling halo of light, rotating in the darkness and illuminating the three bridges spanning above.

Beneath the bridge, runes shimmering with different colors firmly sealed a passageway and a lifeless suit of armor.

The armor, covered in mottled marks, still exudes an irresistible allure even without an owner, stirring the soul.

Swain stared calmly at the armor, only his left hand beneath the hem glowing with a blood-red light.

He was waiting.

Waiting for the one who desires the armor.

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Inside the giant well, a stark blue and a dubious green blend into a swirling halo of light, rotating in the darkness and illuminating the three bridges spanning above.

Beneath the bridge, runes shimmering with different colors firmly sealed a passageway and a lifeless suit of armor.

The armor, covered in mottled marks, still exudes an irresistible allure even without an owner, stirring the soul.

Swain stared calmly at the armor, only his left hand beneath the hem glowing with a blood-red light.

He was waiting.

Waiting for the one who desires the armor.

The well walls are covered with ancient and obscure runes, which, despite the erosion of time, still emit a faint spiritual light.

Inside the giant well, a stark blue and a dubious green blend into a swirling halo of light, rotating in the darkness and illuminating the three bridges spanning above.

Beneath the bridge, runes shimmering with different colors firmly sealed a passageway and a lifeless suit of armor.

The armor, covered in mottled marks, still exudes an irresistible allure even without an owner, stirring the soul.

Swain stared calmly at the armor, only his left hand beneath the hem glowing with a blood-red light.

He was waiting.

Waiting for the one who desires the armor.

Swain walked deep into the building, gazing at the enormous Soul Shaft that was deeply embedded in the Noxian bedrock.

The wellhead was pitch black, like an alternate dimension, intent on swallowing all those who peered in.

The well walls are covered with ancient and obscure runes, which, despite the erosion of time, still emit a faint spiritual light.

Inside the giant well, a stark blue and a dubious green blend into a swirling halo of light, rotating in the darkness and illuminating the three bridges spanning above.

Beneath the bridge, runes shimmering with different colors firmly sealed a passageway and a lifeless suit of armor.

The armor, covered in mottled marks, still exudes an irresistible allure even without an owner, stirring the soul.

Swain stared calmly at the armor, only his left hand beneath the hem glowing with a blood-red light.

He was waiting.

Waiting for the one who desires the armor.

The well walls are covered with ancient and obscure runes, which, despite the erosion of time, still emit a faint spiritual light.

Inside the giant well, a stark blue and a dubious green blend into a swirling halo of light, rotating in the darkness and illuminating the three bridges spanning above.

Beneath the bridge, runes shimmering with different colors firmly sealed a passageway and a lifeless suit of armor.

The armor, covered in mottled marks, still exudes an irresistible allure even without an owner, stirring the soul.

Swain stared calmly at the armor, only his left hand beneath the hem glowing with a blood-red light.

He was waiting.

Waiting for the one who desires the armor.

Inside the giant well, a stark blue and a dubious green blend into a swirling halo of light, rotating in the darkness and illuminating the three bridges spanning above.

Beneath the bridge, runes shimmering with different colors firmly sealed a passageway and a lifeless suit of armor.

The armor, covered in mottled marks, still exudes an irresistible allure even without an owner, stirring the soul.

Swain stared calmly at the armor, only his left hand beneath the hem glowing with a blood-red light.

He was waiting.

Waiting for the one who desires the armor.