Her body was angular, and her scarlet hair was as shiny as silk, just like the noble lady he once knew.

The jade mouth, red lips and bright eyes and black pupils drag him into the net, promising him the ecstasy moment he was about to experience.

Her shoulders were covered with a pair of purple-black and scarlet cloaks, fixed by an eight-claw brooch. The cloak rippled, but it was not blown by the wind.

"Is there anything wrong, Marcus?" she said.

Her voice had a sweet aroma that sootheed his fear like essential oil.

"I need you to be calm. You are very calm now, right, Marcus?"

"Yes, Elise," he said. "I'm calm."

"Very good. I would be unhappy if you didn't feel calm when we were so close."

When Marcus thought of making her unhappy, he immediately felt panic and fell to the ground. He held her legs with his hands. Her limbs were slender and slender, as white as jade, and smooth and cold.

"Should you please, madam," he said.

She looked down at him, showing a smile. For a moment, Marcus felt as if she had seen something slender and smooth twisting strangely under her cloak.

He felt strange and disgusted, but he didn't care at all. She hooked his jaw with her sharp and shiny nails to make him stand up. A stream of blood flowed down his neck, but he ignored all this and continued to move forward with her back.

He followed willingly, all other thoughts disappeared, leaving only the thoughts to make her happy and satisfy her.

The woods gradually disappeared, and the road beneath them led them to a steep rock wall. The marks engraved on them had been worn out by wind, but they still made him feel a stinging pain in his eyes.

A dark cave broke open at the base of the rock wall, like a despicable throat. Marcus's persistence was shaken, and a sudden burst of fear broke out in his heart.

Elise called him in, and he was powerless to resist.

The inside of the cave was surprisingly dark and suffocating, and a sticky heat smelled like the stinking smell of the internal organs in the slaughterhouse.

There was a voice in his heart screaming and advising him to escape and quickly get away from this terrifying place, but his feet were uncontrollably leading him to the deeper part of the cave step by step.

A drop of liquid fell from a high place and dripped on his face. The instant burning pain made him retreat suddenly.

He looked to the top of the cave and saw something pale, maggot-shaped hanging on it, swaying wildly, as if he was about to break free.

Through the translucent surface of the newly knotted spider web, a human face made a silent scream of horror, and the suffocating silver net wrapped all sounds and fears.

"What is this?" he asked, the curtain of fraud around him was peeling off.

"This is my temple, Marcus," Elise said, reaching out to untie the eight-claw brooch on her shoulders, allowing the cloak to slide to the ground. "This is the lair of the Spider God."

Her shoulders squirmed gently, and two pairs of slender chitiny legs stretched out from the flesh behind her.

Slim, shiny, with sharp claws at the end.

Two pairs of insect legs pushed Elise into the air, and a huge, weird evil shadow appeared in the dark shadow behind her.

Several huge insect legs dragged its corrupt body, and the dim light behind the cave reflected countless light spots on the surface of its many eyes.

This huge spider is fat, with fluffy and covered with wet mutants.

Its nightmarish appearance brought a violent fear, shattering Elise's last control over Marcus, and he began to run towards the hole, with her cruel laughter ringing in his ears.

The sticky spider webs formed a thick rope, sticking to the stones around him.

The glued silk thread stuck to his random waving limbs, and his speed became slower and slower because more and more spider silk was wrapped around his body.

He heard the sound of the clawed worm's feet hitting the rocks and chased after him. When he thought of her reaching out to touch him, he couldn't help but cry.

However, the net she formed still kept entangling him, and at this time something sharp pierced his shoulder cleanly.

Marcus fell to the ground, and the paralyzing poison spreading inside him, turning his body into a cage and imprisoning his soul.

A dark shadow leaned over him, and the silent helmsman opened his hands.

He screamed and watched the helmsman's hood robe scattered on the ground. It was not humans at all, but human figures formed by a group of densely packed, countless small spiders gathered.

They surrounded him, his screams were muffled into choking and moaning, and they crawled into his mouth, into his ears, and into the depths of his eyes.

Elise swung over him, and the insect feet behind her supported her floating in the air.

She is no longer charming, or even a human being. Her temperament burns a never-ending sense of intense hunger. Her terrifying spider god is looming, holding him up from the ground with her sharp jaw.

"You have to die now, Marcus," Elise said.

"Why..." he managed to ask with his last breath.

Elise smiled, her mouth was now covered with needle-like teeth.

"To keep me alive."

Sharp teeth pierced into his body...

"There are also beautiful people who kill people without blood, besides sharp swords."

And the manipulator of all this is the Rose Lady.

As the leader of Black Rose, Lefran's identity is as unpredictable as the rumors about her, and as fleeting as the illusion that gives her form.

Perhaps even she herself doesn't know her identity, after all, she has experienced hundreds of years of imitation and deception...

The founder of Black Rose is the remnants of an ancient sect. The history of this sect is far longer than that of Noxus. Later, Black Rose conspired to manipulate for hundreds of years, constantly absorbing the powerful and wealthy class to join them.

Although members of the Black Rose rarely learn about the origin of their leader, many have discovered legends about a pale witch.

It is said that she helped the fallen barbarian tribe fight against the notorious iron armored soul, which made the land that had been ravaged and destroyed by the dark people even more desolate.

To this day, people still dare not speak his name loudly: Mordecaisar.

He was once one of the core members of the Iron Armored Soul, possessing unique skills and also burying the seeds of betrayal of him.

The wizard vowed to resolve his source of power, the Immortal Fortress, to cut off his connection to the well of death, thereby cutting off the nightmarish imperial cauldron.

However, although the group of savages later established their empires around the fortress, they did not realize that the secrets contained in it were not completely isolated from the world.

The pale witch has always had the talent to create illusions, and her greatest trick is to make the entire Noxus forget, and the power of darkness surges in its own center.

Later, all the records about her disappeared into history during the Rune War.

The purpose of Black Rose's existence at present is to seize unspeakable benefits for those who have the ability to control this magic, and also hide itself in the daily identities of ordinary nobles. These people are attracted by the rumors of miracles, and then enslaved and ruthlessly used.

Even the most powerful military commanders can only serve the real rulers of this secret group, and within them, the rulers will fight each other openly and secretly, fighting for power in the game of conspiracy and conquest, and their battlefields extend both inside the capital of Noxus and to land outside the border.

For hundreds of years, Leflan has been secretly giving advice to foreign dignitaries and appears in many countries at the same time, using her illusion to disrupt order and create chaos.

There are rumors that a woman will be promoted to a new leader in each generation, but this answer will only attract more questions - which one is the "real" deity?

When she speaks, is it really her own voice?

What price does it cost to win her favor?

Brown Duckwell can answer the second question.

Although Black Rose helped him win the throne, he refused to include the counselors he chose by Black Rose into parliament, so Lefran took the necessary extreme measures.

She manipulated a young nobleman, Jericho Svein, to discover the affairs of the secret society, and then Lefran let herself and several other most important plotters be executed...

At least on the surface she was executed. Not long after, she personally contacted Duckwell, and found that he was becoming increasingly paranoid and panicked, afraid of his destiny for death as a mortal.

Lefran promised him the secret of immortality, and then she began to slowly poison Duckwell's mind, while giving him powerful abilities.

Under his rule, Noxus' worship of power reached an ominous level, and they then designed that Svein's legend would end in shame on the battlefield in Ionia.

But Svein gained great courage from the knowledge of taboos inside the Immortal Fortress, and did something completely unexpected, successfully pulled Duckwell off the throne and took Noxus for himself.

The new general did not care about his reputation in the eyes of the world, but only the glory of the empire - such a person is difficult to be corrupted.

After countless centuries, Lefran couldn't help asking herself, has her archenemy finally appeared?

Her actions have pushed the Runeland to the brink of total war many times. After a desperate battle, the ice fields of Freljod, the mountains of the God Peak, and the deserts of Shurima, all over the place began to spread the darkest magic again, gradually surrounding and approaching Noxus.

Maybe Leflan is still the pale witch who betrayed the Iron Armored Soul, or maybe she is just one of many empty shell phantoms. In any case, her influence has obviously never disappeared since ancient times.

“The black rose has not really bloomed.”

Robin and Aphelius were studying Lephras and Elise the Spider Queen along the way.

Only Robin knew what was really terrifying about the magical genie.

In a city in Noxus.

"I don't understand," General Gulans murmured, nervously trying to cover the light from the lanterns. "There is nothing here. It's a dead end."

He stood by the threshold, and the inside of the dark stone carved door frame was deeper darkness. He could not see the open door hall in front of him, nor could he see the inscriptions of Ou Chen in the surroundings. He could not see the fragments of bones scattered on the stone bricks under his feet.

I smiled and started acting. "It's dark under the light," I told him, "the simplest truth."

The general turned around, his face full of confusion and anxiety. "Don't mess with me, cousin! Do you know how much risk I took just standing here? Do you know what would happen if we were caught? This area is a restricted area, and the ban was issued by the parliament - there are troops patrolling everywhere!"

This is true. Since the usurper Svein came to power, he has blocked the immortal fortress. The official statement is to protect the Parliament of Choifali and prevent revenge by the nobles who opposed the establishment of the Parliament.

The unofficial argument is that he is challenging people like Branning Gulans to see who dares to be his enemy.

"But they will not doubt your loyalty," I comforted him, "You are no one else, you are the hero of the Gate of Sorrow. You will be rewarded by the commander himself. What dare they say? If we are discovered, you don't even have to run."

His face became darker. "Oh, don't run away in front of the Choi Falli army."

Don't let me listen to this uncovered political propaganda again. In less than a year, Svein had created a sense of mystery around himself and the hands of Noxus, and the loyal people of them became mysterious. This was indeed a clever plan, and I had to admit it with hatred.

Even so, I did not interrupt Gulans. We came here to make him think clearly.

His eyes fell to the ground. "We did not win the Gate of Sadness - it was won by the Legion. So Svein did not attend the celebration at all. He knew that this victory did not require us at all, damn it. That boastful ceremony was just to humiliate us, and in front of the entire Noxus!"

I nodded and put one hand on Gulans' shoulder. "That's why we have to make him pay for what he does. You are a real Noxusian, and everyone can see it. I have talked about you to others, and they all want to see you in person. She wants to see you."

"I can't see anyone, cousin, unless we go in first." He looked around. "Is it black rose--"

I shrank my head. "Don't call it by that name. It seems like you...just like you said just now, it seems you don't understand."

I squeezed past him and walked into the huge door. He was so surprised that he almost didn't hold the lantern, when he saw the entrance. Gulans staggered behind me, checking around to make sure we were not followed, and then squinted his eyes and looked at the dark shadows deep in the corridor.

"Is it true?" he whispered, "Are all rumors about her true?"

I didn't slow down. "Come on, seeing is true."

Unlike most Noxusians' perception, the Immortal Fortress is not a monument. Unlike the memories of ancient tribes, it is not just a fortress.
Chapter completed!