Chapter 404 Leblanc: It’s boring.
On the other side, the Immortal Fortress.
Swain's calm expression when facing the crisis made everyone present, including LeBlanc, nervous.
What trump card does he have?
Amystan and others looked at Swain with bated breath, feeling uneasy.
At this time, Swain said softly, "Come here. Don't get too close to that woman."
"Yes, teacher!" Lester and a few other generals suddenly changed their positions and stood on Swain's side.
"You, you guys?" Everyone looked at them in surprise.
Although Lester and the others had complicated expressions and subtle looks, as if they knew some terrible secret, they eventually returned to Swain.
"This..." Amistan's heart sank.
As expected, there was Swain’s undercover agent among the battle-seeking faction.
However, General Darius was still on their side, and the situation was still on their side.
How can these few undercover agents and generals who turned against him really turn the tide in this dangerous situation? Is this really the only card Swain has?
Amistan suddenly had a very bad premonition. Then...
“Commander Swain.” Darius picked up his axe and stood beside Swain. “My mission is accomplished.”
Amistan and others: “??!”
The air was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
The generals looked at Darius in horror and astonishment, too shocked to speak a word.
But in my heart: "Fuck you Tam!"
All of these generals instinctively transformed themselves into fellow Zauns and greeted Darius' ancestors.
Darius! It was you who said you would lead us to victory, so we all followed you to cross the tower and rush to the high ground!
Damn it! Are you worthy of us? You...
"Damn it!" After the instinctive anger, infinite fear surged up.
Even Darius was an undercover agent. This meant that this matter was set up by Sway from the very beginning to lure the snake out of its hole!
Swain had indeed kept a trump card, waiting to wipe them out completely at this moment.
So what should they do?
"LeBlanc!" Amistan and others could only cast anxious glances at the Deceiver.
This powerful female sorceress who controls two demons is their last hope now.
However, Leblanc remained silent, because after receiving the information sent back by her clone from Zaun, she had a very bad premonition.
"You guys always wanted to know what my trump card is?" At this time, Swain slowly said, "Look - this is my trump card!"
As he spoke, he turned his head and looked outside from the floor-to-ceiling window of the palace, at the huge imperial capital.
The generals also subconsciously looked out the window.
What's outside the window? They can't see.
But Swain sees: “There are millions of oppressed people. They have lived in humble circumstances outside the great palace of the Immortal Bastion for nearly a thousand years, and yet you have never seen them.”
"This..." Amistan and the others' faces suddenly changed. They thought of a possibility that they dared not even imagine.
"I gave you a chance, but you still couldn't see it. So..."
"Fear this invisible force!"
The surging demonic power condensed into a ferocious arm with a red glow for Swain.
But in the palm of the devil's hand, swirling was a whistling green whirlwind .
The calm air currents that had been suppressed by the thick palace walls were at this moment aroused with infinite vitality by the whistling wind of change, and they rushed together from all directions at high speed like a whirlpool of tides.
"Leader, leader of the wind!" Facing the fierce wind, Leblanc's face turned pale.
Amistan and others looked even more terrified.
Swain is actually the leader!
Not only Swain, but Darius too! The agile airflow surrounded him like an invisible cloak, turning him from a burly, heavy-armored warrior into a light and graceful storm warrior in an instant.
Without a doubt, they are the leaders!
The two "emperors" of the Noxian Empire actually joined hands to rebel!
"Why?!" Leblanc's face looked extremely ugly.
She simply could not imagine that someone would give up such tempting benefits, give up his almost unlimited power and freedom, and choose a life that was firmly bound by faith.
Even if we put all this aside, Swain should be an extreme patriot and a staunch warrior of the Empire. Why would he betray Noxus and his past?
"Because of you!" Swain looked at everyone coldly: "You all gathered under my command, shouting the slogan of making Noxus great again, but how many of you are really fighting for Noxus instead of for your own selfish interests?"
"The old aristocracy degenerates, the new aristocracy comes to power, and then degenerates into what they once hated, and is eventually replaced in the next round of shuffling - this cycle has happened enough in history."
"I'm tired of repeating the past."
"I want Noxus to be truly reborn!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp air current lifted Swain slowly into the air.
The howling gale in the palace, which was already as violent as a whirlpool, suddenly became even more fierce and violent.
"Storm sublimation!" As the crow's red eyes shone, Swain showed his true form.
The red demonic energy and the blue wind elemental magic gushed out of his body recklessly. They were like the heavy clouds covering the sky and earth in a hurricane, firmly covering the entire sky above everyone's heads.
Suddenly, the storm howled and the earth trembled. Even this indestructible immortal fortress, which was carefully built by Mordekaiser with the power of the entire continent, was violently shaken by Swain's appearance.
And in this violent torrent of energy, a pair of wings slowly spread out from behind Swain.
On one side were the visible demon wings that glowed with dazzling scarlet light, and on the other side were the invisible storm feathers that surged with vast azure magic power.
"LeBlanc!" Amistan and others looked at her instinctively.
They were powerless to stop Swain, who had unleashed all his demonic powers and was backed by Janna's divine power. The only one who could stand up to him was Leblanc.
LeBlanc controls two ancient demons, and her combat power should be higher than Swain. However...
"Sorry, everyone." The Deceiver said perfunctorily with an unpleasant look on her face, then turned around and tried to escape.
"Don't you think it's too late to leave now?" a voice sounded slowly.
That was Levi's voice.
"Eye of the Storm!"
Outside the palace, air currents from all directions, east, west, south, north, up and down, all rapidly converged at this moment.
Even the clouds floating in the sky were swept away by this torrent and gathered on the ground.
In an instant, a huge and indestructible spherical air barrier tightly enveloped the entire palace.
It is both a shield that can protect the palace and a prison that separates the inside and outside of the palace, making it impossible for anyone to escape.
"Ms. Leblanc." Levi slowly appeared accompanied by Tam: "We meet again."
Seeing Leblanc's ugly face, as if she had been captured by Mordekaiser in the "small black room" and tortured for a hundred years, he couldn't help but laugh:
"Time flies. The last time we saw each other was only ten seconds ago."
“Oh?” Swain was also surprised.
He had not considered LeBlanc's brilliant "back-up plan".
"She has a clone in Zaun." After Levi said this, Swain understood.
"It seems that I overestimated her." Swain expressed his thoughts calmly. Just like Leblanc didn't expect him to be so "crazy" for his ideals, he didn't expect Leblanc to be so thick-skinned.
Feeling the unbridled ridicule of the two, only despair and anger remained on Leblanc's pretty face.
Her true identity was reluctantly exposed with the appearance of two demons, and then she was trapped in this storm prison. This pale lady, who had always been hiding behind the scenes and controlling the fate of others, finally had to face her own destiny.
She must fight for her own destiny. Otherwise... that would be a sewing machine for two thousand years!
"Damn it... Do you think you're going to win?" Leblanc gritted her teeth, her fingers almost crushing the slender staff.
She also unreservedly mobilized her own vast magical power to further liberate the two ancient demons sealed in the crystal bottle, allowing them to truly reappear in this world.
Then, the power of the devil began to surge in the air.
The light of fire and shadows shone in harmony. The "fireball" with countless arms expanded further in the tide of energy, like a rising sun.
But the light it emitted was quickly swallowed up by the endless shadow.
As the shadow demon was gradually liberated, endless shadows began to spread like black mist, strangely in the palace city imprisoned by the storm.
This originally extremely wide space suddenly seemed extremely cramped. Even if a mortal was just in it, his body and mind would be immediately twisted by the omnipresent shadow force and turned into a deformed and decayed corpse.
And this is not the full power of the Shadow Demon, Antarkan the Destroyer.
"Let me out! Otherwise, I will fight my way out myself!" Leblanc controlled the two ancient demons with difficulty, threatening Levi and Swain with a determined look.
"Then why don't you try it?" Levi was not nervous at all.
If LeBlanc really dared to fight to the death with him and Swain regardless of the risk of the Shadow Demon getting out of control, then she would indeed have a tiny hope of breaking the siege and escaping.
But her previous actions in Zaun had already shown that the determination in her eyes was all a lie. This guy was afraid of death.
"Janna, please give me strength." Levi prayed to the sky in a serious manner.
"You?" Janna flapped her wings slightly speechlessly.
Then, an unprecedentedly powerful divine power burst out from Levi's body without reservation.
This magical power was so strong and surging, as if Levi had turned into a god on earth.
Even the shadow mist that filled the air was instantly suppressed by the surging storm, and was pushed back to Leblanc by the endless surging air waves.
For a moment, the sky was half bright and half dark. The world seemed to be completely shaken by the collision of two great forces.
But in the eyes of those who are not aware of the situation, this is just the power bestowed by the goddess Janna on Levi, the chosen one of God.
How much power Janna still has? No one knows.
"Mr. Tam?" Levi looked at Tam again.
Being able to fight is one thing. To get involved you still need power.
Mr. Tam has been eating very well in Ionia recently, and his stomach has gained several sizes due to the food he has received from all those masters who have jumped out to do some tricks.
So he reluctantly agreed: "Okay, I'll help you fight this time."
Then Tam also released his powerful aura as an ancient demon, and walked with his fleshy short legs to stand next to Levi, Swain and Darius.
Leblanc only has 2 demons, while Levi has 2 demons and 1 goddess.
Although the combat power between demons cannot be generalized, the strength of demons such as Tam and Lamer varies, but for now, the advantage is clearly on the side of the Leader.
"Leblanc." Levi asked murderously, "Do you really dare to risk your life?"
Leblanc did not answer. She had a gloomy face, and looked like she was ready to fight to the death with the leader.
But Levi had seen through her. If she wanted to fight to the death, she should have done it long ago.
"Surrender. The year 2000 is probably just the first half of your life."
"If you continue to resist, your sentence will increase again."
Leblanc: “…”
There was an uncontrollable flash of hesitation in her eyes.
"Don't go too far, Levi!" But Leblanc refused to show weakness: "Don't forget, I still hold the seal of the Well of Souls in my hands."
"I advise you to let me go now - otherwise, even if I lose, I will risk my life to open this seal, allowing Mordekaiser from the underworld to return to the mortal world and destroy everything you want to protect!"
Mordekaiser?
The desperate Amistan and others seemed to suddenly see hope.
It turns out that Leblanc has such a "nuclear weapon" in her hands! As long as they threaten the Leader with a mutual destruction, maybe they still have a chance to escape from here!
“Heh.” Swain just sneered: “The seal of the Well of Souls is like a magic sword that will kill anyone once it is unsheathed.”
"And all the deterrent power of this sword comes from the courage of the sword holder to draw the sword."
"And you, Leblanc... do you have such courage?"
Leblanc's face turned pale.
“You don’t.” Swain shook his head contemptuously. “You are not a qualified swordsman.”
"The sword in your hand can't scare anyone."
"Haha." Leblanc sneered expressionlessly: "But the sword is in my hand after all. Do you dare to bet?"
"I dare." Levi actually nodded.
"Come on, I won't stop you." He spread his hands mockingly, "Open the seal for me now."
Leblanc: “…”
There was a delicate silence.
"Is it possible?" Levi almost paved the way with a red carpet and asked Leblanc to walk to the Well of Souls to cast a spell.
"..." Leblanc remained silent.
"I gave you the chance but you didn't make any use of it." Levi almost invited the Minotaur Chieftain, who was still imprisoned in the Imperial Arena, to come over and ring the bell in front of Leblanc to provoke her.
But even though Levi ridiculed her like that, Leblanc still maintained her strong strategic strength. She was not impulsive at all.
Because the choice is clear:
Now surrender in time to the leader, that is, the sewing machine of 2000;
But if she were to let Modkaiser out and allow this cruel and tyrannical pervert to control both the worlds of life and death, then she would be unable to live or die, and after death she would have to suffer endless torture in the underworld.
By then, it would not be just 2000 years. She might be tortured for 10,000, 100,000, or 1 million years, until the end of Mordekaiser's hegemony, or until the end of time and the universe.
"So, surrender." Levi advised calmly: "You have no other choice, right?"
"I..." LeBlanc didn't want to show weakness.
Looking at the two ancient demons beside her, she seemed to want to fight again.
"Are you sure you want to use their power to fight against human internal friction?" Levi seemed to see through her thoughts: "The power of the Shadow Demon can easily get out of control, right?"
“If you lose control of it during this battle, how will you deal with Mordekaiser’s all-consuming undead hordes when he returns?”
"Let me tell you..." Levi dropped a bombshell: "Mord Caesar will soon be back here from the underworld."
"W-what?" Leblanc was shocked.
Mordekaiser is coming back soon?
This news is even more terrifying than the sewing machine in 2000.
"How do you know?" LeBlanc asked.
"Because," Levi told her, "the dead leaders have established a branch in Mitnarach. Our faith is spreading rapidly in the underworld wasteland. I believe that Mordekaiser will notice this soon."
"By then, can he still hide in the underworld and not come back?"
"What?" Leblanc couldn't believe it. "You, your faith, has spread to the underworld?"
"Yes." Levi smiled.
"How do you prove it?" Leblanc had never been to the underworld either.
"It's very simple." A ball of undead black mist condensed in Levi's hand.
"That, that is..." Leblanc's pupils shrank: "Ouchen language magic?"
Ochen language, the language of the dead. It was from the ubiquitous whispers of death in the underworld wasteland that Modkaiser understood the secrets of Ochen language and mastered the true magic of the dead.
Goddess Janna now has so many believers in the underworld that her will can already cross the barriers between realms and descend into the underworld in the form of a blue bird incarnation.
As a demigod proficient in all kinds of magic and a 7,000-year-old comrade, her comprehension is not much worse than that of Mordekaiser, who was just a human warlord back then.
So Janna also understood the Ochen language and deduced some simple and crude undead magic.
Although her attainments in this area are far from comparable to Mordekaiser's, at least Levi can use it to bluff people.
“Damn it…” Leblanc’s eyes widened. “You, you guys really infiltrated the underworld?”
She had originally planned to use the trick of luring the Queen of the Underworld into the pass to scare the leader.
Now that Levi has broadcast the coordinates of the Leader to the Underworld, Modkaiser's underworld army is on the way.
The countdown to the destruction of Runeterra has begun.
"Idiot!" Leblanc was going crazy. The pale lady's face turned pale in an instant: "You will only provoke Mordekaiser and make him return here early at all costs! You are courting death, you are courting death!"
"Looking for death?" Li Wei remained calm: "What if I die?"
"The leader is not afraid of death——"
"After we figured out where we go after death, we are less afraid."
Not only are they not afraid now, they are even looking forward to it.
The Leader has even begun to provide special training to those cadres with firm beliefs, and has designated Mitnalachen, where Modkaiser is located, as the Leader's only belief in the afterlife.
If anyone unfortunately dies, his or her organizational relationship will automatically be transferred to the Leader's Underworld Branch, and then the struggle will continue in the underworld.
Their battle will never end until Mordekaiser is driven from his throne.
"What's so scary about such a death?"
"It's just another beginning towards our great ideal."
"Some of our comrades even believe that compared to the material world, the ultimate goal pursued by us leaders, the ideal society of universal harmony, can be realized in the underworld first."
All material resources in the underworld come from the creation of necromancy, such as the immortal fortress built by Modkaiser using magic.
In other words, in the underworld, magic power can be directly converted into various material resources.
Magic is considered to be a nearly infinite cosmic energy.
Thinking in this way, as long as the leaders can understand the mysteries of necromancy and find out the operating mechanism of using magic to shape the underworld matter, they will have endless energy to develop and endless material resources to enjoy.
Just like Bandle City, which is also a spiritual realm.
If this continues, before the great harmony society in the material realm is established, a "spiritual ascension" version of the great harmony society will be established first.
Of course, things are not that simple.
The wasteland of the underworld was desolate and filled with the black fog of the dead. Ordinary souls would quickly dissipate if they went there.
Even with Modkaiser's great power, he only used the magic of the dead to build an immortal fortress in this wasteland. If it was easy to create things in the underworld, then as the emperor of the underworld, he would obviously not be so stingy with his territory.
So...what kind of enormous power, how much time, and how many wizards proficient in necromancy are needed to transform this wasteland into a beautiful and magical afterlife paradise like Bandle from scratch?
Is this imaginary plan to transform the afterlife really feasible?
No one can explain it clearly.
“But this is a possibility after all, an attempt to reach the ultimate ideal.”
"We are willing to sacrifice everything to pursue this possibility," Levi said. "So, we are not afraid of death."
"Mad." Leblanc murmured, "You are simply crazy..."
Levi ignored her exclamation and just asked her: "So, what is your choice?"
"I..." LeBlanc came back to her senses.
She was silent for a long time before she said, "2000 years is too long. Can we..."
"2100."
"Wait! I still have two more demons, I am worth uniting with!"
"2200."
“…”
"2300."
"2000!" Leblanc surrendered in a panic: "As we agreed at the beginning, 2000!"
