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Sivir entered the catacombs through the narrow opening that only allowed one person to pass.

The smell of corruption in the air made her wrinkle her nose.

But...she seemed to suddenly have a strange feeling——

Like...familiar...?Familiar feeling?There's no way she's been here, but this feeling is...

She shook her head to get those unrealistic thoughts out of her mind.

She began to carefully investigate the conditions in the catacombs.

What she didn't notice was that the "weak noble lady" outside the cave entrance had already hidden a poisonous dagger in her sleeve.

The smile on Cassiopeia's face remained, but her eyes became a little cold.

Not only to her guide Sivir, but also to the loyal guards around her.

She had no intention of sharing the secret.

Only the mouth of the dead is the strictest...

Chapter 117 The noble lady super evolves, the snake girl!

The smell in this catacombs is really unpleasant.

But fortunately, the air here is not highly toxic, and the oxygen content is still sufficient - perhaps this morning's "earthquake" caused outside air to flow in here.

The attendants lit the torches, and the dazzling light shone in the turbid mist, making it look terrifying and infiltrating.

But who would be afraid?

Now that you have the intention of "robbing tombs", you are naturally ready to offend ghosts and gods - those illusory things have no meaning, and the only meaning is to let the living people attach meaning to them.A dead emperor is less of a threat than a living slave.

If even the living cannot enjoy happiness, then why do the dead need jewelry?Look after the living first, then the dead.

Sivir never believed in the theories of ghosts and gods or reincarnation.

She only believes in shiny gold coins.

To her, the tombs of ancient sages are just "treasure boxes" where she can make a profit.

She didn't believe that those dead people would jump out of the coffin and call her a thief.

Awe?Haha, wait until she dies and then go to hell to tell those people.

"Look, this is a luxurious and magnificent ancient mausoleum!"

Holding a torch in one hand and her golden crossblade in the other, Sivir welcomed the greedy Noxians into this place with an embrace - as if it belonged to her.

"You can get everything you want here! Yes, everything! You can get everything you want!"

"Thank you, Miss Sivir." The noble lady Cassiopeia bowed slightly and scanned everything around her.

She covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief that smelled of jasmine, as if she was very sensitive to the rotten smell here.

But she wanted something here very much... Sivir saw this hypocritical appearance, and felt a burst of disdain and contempt in his heart.

Noble lady!A delicate aristocratic lady.

Against the firelight, Cassiopeia saw countless gold and silver jewelry—inside the stuffed boxes.The lock above has long been corroded by wind and sand, and can be opened with just a tap.

A dazzling array of jewelry...everything is priceless.

But these are not what she wants.

The most indispensable thing for the Du Kecao family is money.

What she wants is power.

Supreme power...

"Let's move on,"

At Cassiopeia's urging, Sivir led everyone further into the tomb.

The narrow space is becoming more and more spacious inside, but the dust floating in the air is also becoming more and more suffocating.Sivir walked forward with a torch and saw many fantastic and magnificent portraits on the rock walls on both sides of the tomb.

Those murals have become somewhat blurred after the baptism of time, but the momentum they convey has become more brilliant as time goes by.The heroic warriors in the painting are fighting against the invaders from another world - monsters with claws and teeth.

The murals are lifelike, as if the devastating war is happening right in front of you.The warriors of ancient Shurima fought with monsters in the desert, in the long river, on the edge of the cliff... in all foreseeable places. Their heroic performance spread golden blood all over the land.

It's as if the yellow sand of Shurima is dyed with their golden blood.

Sivir's steps became slower and slower.She was mesmerized by these gorgeous murals.

But the noble lady behind her was still urging her: "Dear Miss Sivir, maybe you can appreciate it later... now we have more important things to do, okay?"

"Um...Sorry." Sivir woke up from a dream.She shook her head to get those strange feelings out of her mind.

They continued forward, but soon their path was blocked.

What stood in front of them was a strong tomb door that was more than eight meters high and four meters wide.

It wasn't made of stone, but it wasn't like some kind of metal... it was a unique material.A guard stepped forward and pushed it, and rubbed it with his long sword, but it had no effect at all.

This tomb door is so hard it's anti-human.

It's like... there's some kind of powerful magic attached to it.

It doesn't look like a human creation.

Sivir only glanced at it casually and said helplessly: "I don't have the ability to destroy this tomb door...but the reward we agreed on before will not be reduced, right?"

"Of course." Cassiopeia nodded, as if she didn't care.

Her pair of fox-like beautiful eyes... silently pressed against a small groove in the center of the tomb door.

That shape... was exactly the same as the information she received...

That is a "lock"...and the key to open it is...

Cassiopeia hid one hand in her sleeve.

The cold touch made her feel at ease, and the poison on the blade gave her a glimpse of the power of the gods.

"Let's take a good rest here," Cassiopeia said softly, "and see if there is any way to open this tomb door."

"It's a good proposal." Sivir accepted it happily, and then looked at the murals on both sides of the tomb door.

The paintings here... are more vivid and spectacular than the murals in the aisle just now...

Those warriors wearing golden armor...are they the legendary warriors of the gods...

And the sacred disk... One person is stepping on the long steps to ascend to the gods... The other person is looking at it from a distance below... They seem to be looking at each other...

Countless people cheered and shouted on both sides... The priests were ready for the coronation on the disc...

This is……

Sivir suddenly had a strange feeling.

A...familiar feeling...?

She was pretty sure she had never seen these murals before, but this familiar feeling...?Where did it come from...

She didn't understand, she was fascinated.

And she didn't even notice that the aristocratic lady behind her was walking towards her - the aristocratic lady she had looked down on all the way.

That delicate aristocratic lady... Her silent footsteps at this moment were like a top assassin.

Cassiopeia slipped a poisonous dagger from her sleeve.

She walked behind Sivir without making a sound.

She reached out and patted the other person's shoulder.

"Hi, Miss Sivir."

"Hmm...?" Sivir turned around subconsciously.

But before she could see the other person's face clearly, there was a numbing pain in her back.

Her eyes widened in horror.

The poison coursed through her body along her blood, taking away all her strength in just a moment.

"Ka...ka..." She wanted to call the other person's name in confusion, but she could no longer pronounce a complete syllable.

In just the first blood circulation, the poison on the dagger spread to her heart.

Drowsiness quickly replaced the pain, and she no longer had to suffer.

At the moment of dying, she suddenly remembered the man who was similar to her age... She remembered his words...

[Be careful of women who are as poisonous as snakes. Don’t give your back to her. 】

She understood everything...

But it's too late...

"Good night, Miss Sivir... I wish you a sweet dream."

Cassiopeia showed a sweet smile, supported the other person and gently placed her on the ground, as gently as she treated her lover.

The guards behind her showed no reaction.They had known this scene would happen - they just didn't know their master well enough.

Cassiopeia never intended to stay alive...but now was not the time.Soon, they will also be buried with him.

"Just wait for me here."

Cassiopeia snatched the golden cross blade from the dead Sivir's hand - the key "key" to open the tomb.

Yes, it was used to open the lock on the tomb door.

It is a sacred relic left over from ancient times.

The name is "Chalikar".

As the golden cross blade perfectly dived into the groove, the entire catacombs began to tremble violently.

Countless sand and stones fell, as if the entire tomb was about to collapse; the guards retreated in horror, and many could not even stand firm.

But there was no fear in Cassiopeia's heart - only excitement, excitement about power.

She strode towards the door of the tomb, trying to find the "almost divine power" inside.

She passed through many forbidden magical spells that were broken by the Crossblade.

But... the emperor of ancient Shurima would not welcome a despicable tomb robber.

In an instant, the destroyed tomb released its hidden mechanisms.

A huge stone guard suddenly stood up and easily caught the cunning tomb robber.

It pierces its fangs into the flesh and blood of the tomb robber, and the secret poison cursed by the gods instantly overcomes the fragile body of the tomb robber.

Boom!After the poison was injected, the stone guard fell to the ground and shattered into a pile of rocks again.

The tomb robber Cassiopeia also collapsed to the ground helplessly.

The tomb begins to collapse, and something is coming out.

At the last moment of losing consciousness, Cassiopeia watched with her own eyes the power she had longed for exploded in the deep sarcophagus...

"no no……!"

Before being sealed in a sarcophagus, Xerath was a powerful ancient Shurima sorcerer.

He was born into a poor slave family. His parents were both scholars detained by the empire. Their lives were filled with endless slavery and submission.

But he is never willing to be a "slave boy" who is allowed to be slaughtered.

He was born with excellent learning ability and was accepted as an apprentice by a famous tomb architect by chance.During those days, he studied harder and used his clever mind to solve one problem after another.

Later, with his efforts, he became the "book boy" of a prince as a slave boy-even though the prince was the most unpopular among all the king's children.

Azir.That was the name of the young prince.

Although slaves were not allowed to have names, Azir gave the poor slave boy one.He named him Zelas, which means "one who knows how to share," but the name could only exist secretly between the two boys.

The two of them shared the same love for knowledge, so they read a lot of books together in the library and became close friends.Xerath accompanied Azir all day long. His new identity brought him into contact with culture, power and knowledge that he had never imagined before. He studied eagerly and finally dared to dream that one day Azir would give him free.

For many years to come, Xerath did his best to assist Azir, the most unpopular little prince with the least hope of inheriting the throne, and he actually gained a very good status among the aristocracy.