"Large-scale murder in the imperial capital" Samira became more and more unbelievable. "Even if you have the guts of a giant dragon, no one would dare to do it."

"My guess is this." Lothar said, "The nightmare is created by a large-scale magic. It seems that only one person has died from a nightmare for so long. It seems that this magic can only cause slow death. It is extremely rare. Possibly through the constant destruction of the human mind, and Darius must have been infected with nightmares."

Samira frowned and said, "How do you know he didn't say anything."

"I see." Lothar said truthfully.

"I asked the marshal," Tyrone interjected, "but he didn't answer me."

"If you don't answer, you have a ghost in your heart." Lothar knocked on the table. "For some reason, the marshal we want to protect doesn't want others to know that he is having a nightmare. But it's definitely not going to go on like this. The soldier in Sanliao was killed by the nightmare just like that."

"I still don't believe it." Shamira didn't even eat meat or wine, she questioned Lothar, "Even if Darius is really going to be murdered by Nightmare, what can we do to sing him a sleep song? "

Seeing that Samira was finally willing to communicate, Lothar smiled: "I'm not very good at singing, so we use another method - find out the knot that made Darius have nightmares, and resolve him, such a nightmare It will not be self-defeating.”

"Isn't this still the same as singing a sleep song?" Samira sarcastically said, "Besides, who can provide psychological counseling to that fierce Lord [Hand of Noxus], isn't he afraid of being slashed by him? "

"We don't have to deal with him face to face, and he will probably ignore us." Lothar laughed, "We use another method."

"what"

"Starting from the root, we can dive into his dreams."

Samira glanced at Tyrone, then looked at Lothar: "You can do it"

"Didn't you say I'm a magic stick?" Lothar snatched the knife from Samira's hand and forcibly started eating the raw beef she bought. "Tonight, I will show you the power of a magic stick."

...

Syndra walks in the dark.

It was incomparably silent and pure black, with no sky above her head and no earth under her feet, only the night embraced her, making her feel like she was immersed in endless black water.

"Where is this?" Syndra thought that this was the universe that Lothar took her to see in the Logic Building, but now the place where she is is completely dark, and not a single star can be found.

"Lothar" Syndra subconsciously wanted to call out her lover's name, but her throat and lungs seemed to be filled with water.

Just as Syndra was beginning to feel confused and a little frightened, a woman's voice recalled in a distant direction.

"Lothar, you're back."

Syndra shuddered, and the woman's voice had a thick Freljord accent, the same as that of Olaf.

She hurriedly turned to look in the direction from which the voice came, and she saw a blurred figure of a woman, unable to make out what the woman looked like, only her signature Freljord light skin and light hair features.

"Who is she?" Syndra couldn't remember any Freljord women she knew.

"Well, I'm back, Ashe." Syndra hadn't reacted to what was in front of her when Lothar suddenly appeared in her field of vision.

"Lothar!" Syndra hurriedly called out his name, "Where is this place to take me out..."

Syndra's shouts stopped abruptly.

Lothar didn't even look at Syndra, only to see him kissing the blurred Freljord woman, the expression of happiness and joy pierced into Syndra's heart like a knife, Syndra I felt like someone was strangling my neck so hard that I couldn't utter a word.

"Lothar! Lothar!" Syndra shouted in her heart, but her voice could not be conveyed in Lothar's ears, she could only watch Lothar put his arms around the Freljord woman, the more The farther you go, the farther you go.

"Stop..." Syndra desperately squeezed a hoarse roar from her throat, "Stop...Lothar...Lo..."

Syndra spit out pitch-black water, and she felt countless dark forces gather around her, as if to devour her.

At the place where Lothar and the woman disappeared, Syndra suddenly saw a small black spot.

Everything was swallowed up by it, and Syndra felt that her skin was peeling off inch by inch, her eyes were being sucked out of their sockets, and her hair was being pulled out one by one—she was being broken down by that little black spot, devour.

"Black hole."

Syndra had seen this thing, and Lothar had seen it to her in the simulated universe of the Piltover Logic Building, and told her that the darkest sphere she had created was a black hole that had not yet formed.

"Am I being...killed by my own power?" Syndra felt ridiculous at first, then unwilling, and finally gave up on herself, "I was abandoned by Lothar...he loves his wife more...I did Why are you still alive...it's so tiring to live...so troublesome..."

Syndra remembered that when she was a child, she was strictly disciplined by the elders of Ionia and did not allow her to use her magical powers. She had longed for freedom and not to be bound.

But even after she escaped from Ionia, she was still bound—by Lothar, by love, by the chains that Syndra had imposed on herself, the only difference being that this chain was Syndra willingly. brought.

And now, the chains that brought her countless joys and joys were broken.

Syndra gave up her resistance. She let herself be torn and inhaled by the black hole. As for whether she turned into dust or disappeared completely, Syndra didn't care.

Syndra suddenly felt a wet and cold touch on her face.

"Water" Syndra found that water appeared on his face, "Beside the black hole... Even light can't escape, how can there be water?"

"Miss Syndra! Miss Syndra!" A worried girl's voice called Syndra.

The darkness quickly receded around Syndra, and the real touch returned to Syndra.

"Ha!" Syndra abruptly opened her eyes, and in front of her was the concerned face of a beautiful blue-skinned mermaid girl.

"Miss Syndra!" Nami patted Syndra's face and said anxiously, "Did you have a nightmare? You scared me to death! You suddenly twitched on the bed and shouted Mr. Lothar's name..."

"Ha...ha...ha..." Syndra gasped for breath, she sat up from the bed, hugged Nami tightly, and asked her, "Lothar still loves me! He still loves me. Am I right!"

"Ah" Nami hugged Syndra in surprise, "Didn't you ask Mr. Lothar during the day?"

"He said he loves me"

"He said he loves you the most." Nami took the word "favorite" very hard.

Syndra's trembling and tense body slowly loosened, she hugged Nami for a while, and then kissed Nami's face and lips several times: "Love you, Nami. Mei, you are the best girl in the world."

"Yes... Is it?" Nami twisted her body embarrassedly, she gently touched Syndra's back, "Miss Syndra, if you still have nightmares, I'll sing a sleep song for you, I My father and mother sang it to me every night, and I slept soundly."

"No, I don't understand your mermaid's sleep song either." Syndra put her face into Nami's chest and closed her eyes on the mermaid girl's soft bosom, "That's it, let me rest. a while."

Nami gently helped Syndra arrange her hair: "Miss Syndra, did you have a nightmare just now?"

"Um……"

"What have you done"

"Lothar... abandoned me..."

"That's absolutely impossible!" Nami said firmly.

Syndra opened her eyes, looked at the mermaid girl's slightly bulging cheeks and raised eyebrows because she was a little angry, and asked with a smile, "Why can't it happen?"

"I've been by your side for a long time!" Nami gestured with both hands, "Since I came to the land, I have never seen a land-based couple who love each other more than you, you are a couple made in heaven! Love and love forever!"

Syndra let out a "pochi" laugh: "Where did you learn to say these words?"

"Hehe." Nami said proudly, "I've read a lot of books, and I've learned a lot of new words from land people."

"Yes, I love hearing those words." Syndra threw Nami down at once, and kissed her soft lips several times, "It was the best decision to keep you by my side in the first place, I feel that I can't live without Lothar and you."

"I... I can't live without you..." Nami said shyly, she was rarely kissed like this by Syndra, "When Mr. Lothar is done with the business at hand, let's kiss enough..."

"No problem!" Syndra hugged Nami tightly, not wanting to let go at all.

"That... Miss Syndra, can I ask you one thing?" Nami asked cautiously.

"you say."

"About Elise..."

"I will never, never let that woman approach Lothar!" Syndra made a resolute declaration, "If she uses any more despicable means to seduce Lothar, I will blow her up! Go Ionia! Smash her into the ground without turning over!"

"Uh... there's no need for this... I think Mrs. Elise is kind to us..." Nami always felt that Syndra was too aggressive towards Elise.

"That's just her conspiracy to get close to Lothar!" Syndra held Nami's nose and admonished, "You must never be deceived by her! If she really reunites with Lothar, absolutely It's going to be bad for Lothar and us! I can see that she's that vicious woman!"

"Oh..." Nami looked like she didn't understand, she really felt that Elise didn't do anything bad, but she still decided to trust Syndra, "I understand Miss Syndra, I will be with Ellie Mrs. Si kept her distance."

"It's so cute!" Syndra rubbed Nami's soft and slippery breast **** as a reward.

"But that's not what I want to ask." Nami said, "What I want to ask is, the wife of Lothar that Mrs. Elise mentioned... Ashe... After we leave Noxus, it seems that the next Going to the Freljord, do you think Mr. Lothar will be looking for her?"

Syndra was silent for a long time and said, "What if I look for her, she is just a woman from Lothar's past. Lothar said that she loves me the most now."

"But Mr. Lothar went to the Freljord, most of the time to see that Ashe." Nami said honestly, "I think... Since that Ashe is Mr. Lothar's wife, there is a difference between them. The relationship may not have been broken like Lothar and Mrs. Elise, maybe there is a child between them, what will you do then..."

Syndra directly covered Nami's mouth and interrupted her next words: "You don't have to say it, I know you are thinking of me, but this matter... After we go to the Freljord, I will I'll face it myself."

After Syndra let go, Nami couldn't help worrying and said, "Miss Syndra, you must be brave."

"Don't worry." Syndra said confidently, "Queen Setaka's husband Luo Thirty hasn't shown mercy, but they still love each other so much. I can definitely do what Setaka can do."

"That...Miss Syndra" Nami's voice suddenly trembled.

"What? You still don't believe me?" Syndra squeezed Nami's cheeks with a smirk and pulled them out, "Do you still believe it?"

"No...not like..." Nami said inarticulately, "You... behind you..."

"Behind" Syndra looked back and saw a darkest orb hovering in the air behind her head.

Syndra was stunned, she didn't feel that she had summoned a darkest orb at all.

The appearance of this darkest orb is exactly the same as other darkest orbs. The only difference is that the darkest orb summoned by Syndra is usually the size of a human head, but this darkest orb is only a small one. The size of a child's fist.

"The smaller your darkest orb is, the stronger it will be." Lothar's words rang in Syndra's ear, "the closer you get to the black hole."

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"Let's cheer! This is an epoch-making discovery in Piltover astronomy! We finally confirmed the existence of a black hole! And calculated its terrifying power! We even got an optical image of it! Thanks to our colleagues at the Astronomy Institute!" I'm so moved that I'm crying! Woohoo...let me cry for a while...woooooo...

"What are you asking me if it's possible to create an artificial black hole in a laboratory

"Well...let's put it this way...if you don't want the whole world to be destroyed and our everything to be shredded like fruit in a blender, it's better not to have that idea."

—Interview with Heimerdinger, Emeritus Associate Professor, School of Astronomy, Piltover University

Chapter five hundred and thirty-eight Darius' dream (1)

"We're really going to do this." Samira watched Lothar draw the circle with blood on the floor.

"Didn't you all agree to come with us into Darius' dreamland to see?" Lothar said as he lowered his head and busy himself, "Are you retreating now?"

"No..." Samira looked at Lothar suspiciously, "I just wondered if you wanted to use some strange magic to kill me."

"You can leave at any time if you are afraid."

"It's just that I haven't seen much magic with blood."

"Oh, there's no need to use blood. Any colored water is fine. I just saw a butcher's shop on the next street pouring blood, so I bought it from him." Rosa added, " It's with the money you've won."

"Cut..." Samira looked like she didn't care about the money, "Hurry up, if you don't get into Darius' dream, I'll shoot you."

"Whatever you want." Lothar dipped his fingers in blood, writing and drawing various dense and complex runes on the ground.

Talon stood beside Lothar, watching him paint the magic circle, a strange color flashed in his eyes.

As a top assassin, Tyrone is fluent in more than thirty languages, whether it's the slurred Aboriginal language of the Freljord, the tongue-in-cheek dialect of the Ionian provinces, or Shurima's need for a very nimble tongue to speak like a local Tyrone can speak very fluently in people's tongue-tied words, but he can't actually recognize what Lothar is writing.

It was obviously a regular text, and magic using text as a medium was not uncommon, but after observing for a long time, Tyrone could not even find a text in his memory that might be related to the language Lothar was writing.

"What kind of text is this?" Although he knew that inquiring into other people's details would easily provoke resentment, Tai Long couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, this, this is Ouchen language." To Talon's surprise, Lothar didn't want to hide at all, and answered his question casually.

"Ouchen language..." Tyrone racked his brains and couldn't remember which language it belonged to.

"It's an ancient language that few living people use, so don't know." Lothar is telling the truth. Basically, all those who can speak Ouchen are dead people. Lothar is an exception.

"Cut, pretend to be a ghost." Samira was not interested in writing anything, she yawned, "I'll wait for a long time if you're done, and I'll go to sleep if it doesn't work."

"Okay." Lothar stood up, clapped his hands, and then moved a sofa to the magic circle, and sat down in the middle of the sofa, "Sit here too."

Samira and Tyrone looked at each other, then sat on either side of Lothar.

"Hold hands with me." Lothar said to the two of them.

Tailong didn't hesitate, and directly held hands with Lothar. Samira hesitated and grabbed Lothar's other hand.

"Okay, no matter what happens next, don't be surprised, and don't let go of my hand." Rosa said, "Otherwise, I will not be responsible for any accidents."

"Got it, let's get started." Samira said.

"Understood." Tyrone said.

Lothar held his breath, staring at the magic drawn on the floor, and chanted in a mysterious tone that almost sang: "Three people, there must be dead bodies."

The magic circle on the ground suddenly emitted a faint green light, the light enveloped the three of them at once, and then dissipated in an instant.

Samira looked around: "Nothing happened?"

"Stand up with me." Lothar said, standing up first.

Samira and Tyrone were surprised to see a green ghost emerge from Lothar's body. It was not Lothar's body that stood up, but a translucent ghost that looked exactly like Lothar, and there was also a trace of black overflowing on his body. Thick fog.