Moreover, they also saw that the hand that was caught by Lothar also left the position of his original arm, and bursts of dim light were emitted.

"You stand up too. If you feel dizzy or nauseated, it's normal, don't be afraid." Rosa said.

The two stood up each, and they saw that their body stood up like a ghost like Lothar, while their original body was still sitting on the sofa, motionless.

"This is..." Samira looked at herself curiously.

"Our soul has just left our body." Losar said, "Our body is not dead. You see, the chest is still heaving and breathing."

Samira touched the face of her body on the sofa, but there was no response: "You are really... an interesting god, no wonder Commander Swain sent you here."

Lothar smiled. Soul out-of-body magic is quite dangerous, because not all places have black fog like Shadow Island. Generally, the spiritual body dissipates directly after leaving the body, but Lothar will create the black mist by himself. The magic of Samira and Tyrone's out-of-body souls.

"What's next?" Tyrone asked.

"Don't let go of my hand, let's go in first." Losara led the two to Darius' room, and Darius locked himself inside as soon as he came back at night.

The three went straight through the door, and Darius' lock was useless.

"Don't be afraid to make a sound, the sound of the spirit body is hard to be noticed." Lothar said to the two of them.

"Your magic is really interesting. It ignores locking the door, won't alert anyone, and won't leave any footprints or evidence." Samira changed her cynicism towards Lothar and looked at her body with novelty, "If Wouldn't it be perfect for stealing or being a spy?"

"It's not invincible in this form. There are many ways to detect and destroy it." Losar said.

"for example"

"The most effective should be sunlight, or holy silver, silverware treated with special methods."

Samira raised her eyebrows: "You just said the weakness of your magic directly."

"Welcome to use it against me next time we meet." Lothar smiled, "But for now, let's focus on Darius."

Samira chuckled, and she suddenly felt that this man who did things easily was not so annoying anymore.

Lothar took the two to Darius' bedside. The powerful man finally took off his armor when he was sleeping, but he could still be seen wearing a layer of self-defense inner armor in his pajamas.

Darius was sweating on his head at this time, his lips were constantly wriggling, and there was a faint pain in his expression.

"It seems that Darius' nightmare has begun." Lothar said, "We have to speed up, we must break his inner demon, are you ready?"

"Ready." Samira and Tyrone said in unison.

Lothar began to sing the Auchen language: "Dive into the mire, into the abyss."

The three souls shrank and twisted all of a sudden, and burrowed into Darius' mind.

When the vision of the three returned to clear and clear, they were no longer in Darius' room, but on a tragic battlefield and city ruins.

"This is Darius' dream..." Shamira looked around, all she could see was the scorched land and rotting corpses, "Where is this place?"

"Ionia." Lothar said, pointing to a tree house building next to him. "Only Ionia can use a whole tree as a house. We are in Ionia now."

"The Noxian Expedition to Ionia," Tyrone said.

"It should be." Lothar let go of the two's hands. "You don't need to hold hands in your dreams, but don't leave me running around. When I can't find you, I'll just leave you here."

"I know, I know." Samira squatted down and looked at a corpse, "Tsk tsk tsk, it's so miserable, it's rotten like this, what can burn these people like this?"

"This is what our people did," a woman's voice said.

The three of Lothar heard the sound and looked at it, and it was a blond woman who spoke.

She looked beautiful, blond, in a Noxian uniform, and had a bandage on her right arm that looked like she was injured.

"No." Darius, who was following behind her, answered the woman's question. "It's an alchemist from Zaun in one of Emistan's warbands."

"Amistan..." The blonde woman squatted down and picked up a undamaged gold round pendant next to a corpse. "It really is a **** who kills for pleasure."

"We've seen more dead people," Darius said behind the blond woman.

"I've never seen such a dead person." The blonde woman looked at the unrecognizable and terrifying appearance of the corpse, her eyes full of pity and shame, "We have been in the Noxian Army for so many years, and we have long known how terrible war is, but It's... just hell..."

Darius didn't answer.

"Can't they see us?" Shamira whispered to Lothar.

"I can't see it, this is Darius' dream, it will only play out what he remembers and imagines." Rosa said, he pointed, the blonde woman said, "She is Quileta Varne, It's Darius' childhood sweetheart, and he was in love with him for a while."

"How did you know that?" Samira asked.

"Do you think I'm as idle as you are during the day?" Lothar mocked. "I went to Darius' younger brother, Draven, and learned a lot from him."

"Cut, you're smart." Samira said disdainfully, "Every time I see him, I will either let me play with him in the arena or let me sleep with him. Go see that idiot."

Lothar shrugged and said nothing.

Tyrone looked at the terrifying corpses that had been burned to a strange green under his feet: "Is the war on the expedition to Ionia like this..."

"It was made by an alchemist from Zaun, you should know it, called Singed." Lothar said, "Noxus made a deal with him to invent mass destruction that can be applied on the battlefield. Weapons, what makes this place like this is the alchemical flame he invented."

A trace of resentment flashed in Samira's eyes: "That thing burned the whole city, even the civilians."

"Not a single one was left, and even the Noxian army suffered a lot from this alchemy flame." Lothar said, "This thing is much more terrifying than black powder."

While the three of them were talking, the scene in the dream had changed.

Darius was standing on a large boat, Quletta was kneeling on the bed beside him, and several field medics were holding her. Her right arm was actually festering and pale green at this time, and she also let out a miserable wailing. .

"Quletta!" Darius said to Quletta, "Your arm has been contaminated with alchemical poison! It must be amputated! Or you will die!"

"Don't...don't..." Quiletta cried and shouted, "Let me die! It hurts...it hurts...I can't take it...Let me die! Let me die!"

"You can't die!" Darius grabbed Quiletta's shoulder. "You have to keep fighting for Noxus! This is our dream!"

Darius turned to look at the medic, who was sterilizing a large knife with flames.

"Cut it off, be quick." Darius said.

The red-hot knife hangs from Quilletta's right shoulder.

"Don't! Don't!" Quiletta shouted piercingly. She tried to escape, but several medics pinned her down.

Lothar, Tyrone, and Samira watched this scene silently, none of them made a sound, and none of them avoided it.

The sword fell, and Quileta's right arm left her in the cry of her throat and the blood gushing out.

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Noxus military personnel will not be discharged due to disability.

For the Noxians, missing an arm or two will only make them weaker, but they're still warriors and can still play.

This is Noxian blood.

—A Noxian serving officer, who has lost his left arm, ears, and half of his right foot

Chapter 539: Darius' Nightmare (2)

With Quletta's arm being cut off, the blood gushing out of her severed arm instantly swept the whole world, and when the three of Lothar regained their sight, the blood-red color had become heavy with the Noxian army. marching pace.

"It's Darius' Trifali Legion." Tyrone said, he saw Darius walking at the forefront of the legion.

Lothar looked at the red steel torrent composed of the army. The march of Noxus' army was not neat, because Noxus pursued the principle of maximizing personal ability. The army would not distribute standard equipment, but according to the needs of the soldiers themselves. and strengths to smelt weapons, so even soldiers of the same legion have different armor and military weapons.

Darius was at the forefront of the army, and they were walking towards a city.

"What are they attacking?" Shamira asked. "Noxus should have withdrawn from Ionia."

"It's true that the army has withdrawn, and what Darius and the others are going to attack now is a betrayal city that has been separated from Noxus' rule." Lothar explained, "Besilico, the hometown of Darius and Quileta. "

"It turned out to be Besilico. I've been there. The seafood there is good, but the wine is terrible." Shamira folded her hands behind her head and walked towards Besilico with the Noxian Legion. She went He patted a soldier's head with his hands, but the soldier seemed to be unable to see her. Even if Samira took the helmet away, he didn't respond.

"Strange, why I can touch him but he can't see me" Samira asked Lothar.

"This is Darius' dream. Everything that happens here is determined by Darius' subconscious. We are only outsiders, and we are souls with little power. He can't detect us. The things in his dream are natural. There won't be much reaction from the other side." Rosa said.

"You mean that if a powerful enough existence enters the dream, it can affect the dream?" Tyrone keenly captured Lothar's meaning.

"It can be said that." Lothar said, "If it is a powerful enough existence, and Darius's heart defense is completely broken by the nightmare, this dream will be completely controlled by that existence, and it can even kill Druid through the dream in turn. Laius."

"Wait, what are we going to do then?" Samira said, "Can't we do anything in Darius' dream?"

"Not really." Lothar said, "You can think of the nightmare as if it invaded Darius' body, and we are the 'medicine' that we are trying to cure him. Our purpose is to 'cur' Darius's body. Nightmare, but what we can do is actually limited, the most important thing is the patient's will to fight the disease."

"You idiots are always pretending to be a fool when you talk." Samira threw the helmet back on the soldier's head. "This dream doesn't look like a nightmare now. When will we see it?"

"Just keep watching, be patient." Lothar pointed to the city gate that was close at hand, "We're at Becilico."

Darius' legion stopped in front of the city gate of Becilico. Darius was holding a map and was discussing the siege of the city with a man and a woman, both of whom Lothar knew.

The man was Delevingne. It seems that he hadn't retired from the army to start his own arena business, but even when he was in the army, Delevingne was still a shapeless look, more like a soldier. A local rascal.

The woman was very young, with a flaxen braid and a delicate appearance, but her brows had the seriousness of a soldier and the childishness that had not yet been taken off. This woman was the war stonemason that Lothar had met in Piltover. Tamara, she is indeed the war mason who has been following Darius, and it is reasonable to appear here.

The three were discussing how to attack the city, when a soldier trotted over and said to Darius: "Report! The leader of the rebel army hopes to talk to you, General!"

Darius and Draven looked at each other, and Draven snorted a few times: "Just meet her."

Darius was silent for a moment: "I see, Draven, you go with me. Tamara, you are on standby for now."

"General..." Tamara hesitated, "You..."

"It's nothing." Darius put his big hand on Tamara's head, "I'll be right back."

The Darius brothers walked slowly towards the city gate, without any soldiers following them, of course, with the exception of the three of Lothar.

"Why does the atmosphere feel a little heavy?" Samira said strangely, "Don't worry about Darius, that fellow Draven didn't say a single word of narcissism or **** jokes after walking for so long, this is really Draven. ?"

"Draven knows this is not the right time to do this," said Lothar.

"why"

"Because the leader of the rebels... is her."

Samira saw that the person standing and waiting under the city gate of Becilico was a beautiful, determined blond woman.

quilletta.

She was wearing armor, her right arm was missing, and behind her was a young girl with black hair.

"No way." Samira threw her pistol in her hand. "The leader of the rebels is her old lover of Darius. I thought this kind of plot would only appear in those boring sadomasochistic novels."

"Reality is far more absurd than fiction," said Lothar.

"What's the meaning?"

"You'll know when you look at it."

"Long time no see, Quileta." Draven smiled and waved at Quiletta.

Quiletta didn't answer him.

"Okay, I also want to ease the awkward and tense atmosphere." Delevingne scratched the back of his head.

"Dravin, shut up." Darius kept his brother quiet, then looked at Queretta, pointed to the dark-haired young girl behind her, and asked, "Who is she?"

"My adjutant, Infertia." Quiletta said.

The black-haired girl stood silently, like a sculpture, with a round gold pendant around her neck.

"What are you going to talk about?" Darius stopped looking at the girl, and turned to Quileta. His face didn't move, as if the face of his past lover couldn't touch his slightest emotion.

"I want you to withdraw." Quiletta was also expressionless, she said calmly.

"Yes," Darius said. "Call out Bercilico, it belongs to Noxus."

"The people of Bercilico don't want to fight with Noxus any more!" Quileta pointed at Darius with his only left arm, "Every time Noxus came to Bercilico to recruit, the city would Thousands more widowers, widows and orphans! Think Darius! You too are Besilico's child!"

"I'm a Noxian." Darius didn't waver at all. "The rise of Noxus depends on countless wars and the lives of countless children. Isn't this a fact that you and I have always believed in?"

"I've believed in too many things." Quletta's eyes were only on Darius, she looked at every scar on his face, but she only dared not look into his eyes, "I've believed in Knocker. Thath was glory, and then the Legion used that weapon of wrath in Ionia, killing so many civilians who weren't involved in the war! Even Noxus' own soldiers!"

"So that's why you treasoned your country because of pity on the Ionians." Darius' tone didn't change, but his words sounded like sarcasm.

"More than that!" Quiletta held down the gap in his right arm, "Decius is dead..."

"Decius..." Darius' eyes moved, "He seems to be your son"

"He's dead! Dead in your draft order!" Quletta glared at Darius. "He was cut off by those barbarians when he attacked the Freljord."

Darius sighed softly: "Sorry, I don't know about it, but your son's death is not enough to justify your treason. Noxus is not the only one whose children died on the battlefield. Noxus Noxus must continue to expand or it will only face disintegration, military service is the duty of every Noxian. Noxus has no choice, neither do you, Quileta, surrender now, and Bercilico will still get preservation."

Quletta looked at Darius with disappointment in his eyes: "You are blinded by your title of [Hand of Noxus], and the things that the faint-hearted Lord Darkwill gave you are so sweet! Let you Willing to come and destroy your hometown!"

"I'll say it again, Quileta," Darius said. "My hometown is not Bercilico. We, and Draven, grew up in Bercilico, but we never got anything here, home. , respect, purpose, nothing. We didn't find the meaning of living until Noxus took over, didn't we? Surrender, if you still have feelings for Bercilico, don't let Bersilico get involved in the war ."