Chapter 481 Mordekaiser's Blueprint
The next evening, Lester and Kayn arrived as scheduled.
"Commander Leicester, welcome, welcome." General Tomily welcomed them into the reception room of the manor as usual.
Lester looked around. There was no one else in the living room except them.
"General Tomelli," Lester asked calmly, "Didn't you say that a few friends would come over today?"
“Haha.” Tomili laughed and said, “Those friends are all wine lovers. They are now in my basement wine cellar, admiring the wine collection of our Tomili family.”
"Underground wine cellar?" Lester understood secretly.
He said calmly, "That's right. I was just wondering if General Tomelli has any other valuable treasures."
"Then come with me." General Tomili nodded with a smile.
But he did not lead the way immediately, but instead turned his gaze quietly to Kayn who was accompanying him.
Kayn looked at Lester tentatively. Lester said, "Wait here for a while, Kayn."
"Yes." Kayn then calmly stepped aside, found a place to sit down quietly.
"Commander Lester, please come this way." General Tomily finally moved, leading Lester out of the reception room and slowly walking into the depths of the manor.
The two men left side by side under Kayn's silent gaze, without any butler or servants following them.
Soon, Lester came to the entrance of the underground wine cellar and saw the long staircase winding downwards.
There was no light at the end of the stairs, and it was pitch black as if it was leading to hell.
Standing in front of the darkness, Tomili suddenly said, "Lester, do you remember the battle we fought in Shurima following General Duke?"
"Of course," Lester said.
Back then, he used thundering means to ruthlessly defeat and massacre a Shurima city-state that attempted to resist the rule of the empire, shocking the other city-states on the northern coast so much that they dared not resist again.
It was a crowning moment in his career, a badge of honor for him as a hero of the Empire. He would never forget it.
"This is the honor we risked our lives for," Tomili said with emotion. "In order to win that war beautifully, my two brothers died in battle. They are heroes of the empire, just like you and me."
"But...Lester, you know what?"
Tomili paused for a moment and said self-deprecatingly: "General Du Kecao has also written his memoirs in Zaun."
"He seems to have different ideas about what we are doing in this war that he personally commanded."
"This..." Lester's face turned cold.
The Noxian generals who have defected to Zaun like to write memoirs the most.
Not only do they write, they also always exaggerate in their memoirs, often putting the blame on their superiors and colleagues, and portraying themselves as a white lotus that is helpless and goes with the flow.
The result is that, except for LeBlanc's "My First Half of Life" (which has not yet been publicly published), which was reviewed by Levi himself, almost all other people's memoirs were written as semi-documentary first-person novels.
As a result, those imperial generals who had not yet joined the party were so eager to fly to Zaun and tear their old colleagues' mouths apart after reading their articles.
"What did General Du Coquet write? Is he trying to put all the blame for the massacre on us?" Lester asked unhappily.
"That's not the case." Tomily shook his head: "General Du Kecao is not that shameless."
"He simply wrote down the details of the war, the roles each of us played, and our 'great achievements' in Shurima in a very detailed manner—"
"In the tone of a sinner."
Tomeli quietly emphasized the word "sinner".
Lester was silent.
"General Du Kecao has been treated favorably by the Leader. But he is still a criminal in people's eyes."
"He may spend the rest of his life kneeling before the Shuriman barbarians who should have been prostrating themselves at our feet, confessing his crimes over and over again."
"General Duke is like this, what about the others? What about us? We are also heroes of Noxus, and great sinners in the eyes of the Leader..."
"Enough!" Lester couldn't bear to listen any more.
With a cold face, he looked towards the deep prison-like underground and the darkness that the stairs led to: "Tomili, you don't need to stir up emotions."
"I am ready to come here today."
"Including..." Tomili also looked at the darkness in front of him: "Preparation to go to hell?"
"Of course." Lester said firmly, "I don't care who or what He is."
"All I know is that I climbed all the way here from the slums through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, not to fall down again! No one can take away everything I have worked hard for, not even God!"
"Okay!" Tomili nodded with satisfaction.
He did not step onto the stairs, but said to Lester encouragingly: "Go, the Lord Messenger of God is waiting for you downstairs."
Lester didn't hesitate at all, and strode downstairs after hearing the words.
He walked down the long stairs, passed through the deep underground corridor, and finally saw an iron door at the end of the corridor.
Lester pushed the door open decisively.
He looked at the world behind the door with hope.
Then, he saw...
"Amystan?!" Lester stood there in shock.
"Yes, it's me." Amystan welcomed with a smile: "I knew you would come, Lester - after all, you are one of us."
"..." Lester did not respond. His mind was still confused:
The last hope of the so-called Messenger of God was actually Amistan, the dead man who was sent to the guillotine by him a year ago?
No... this is not a dead person, this is a dead ghost.
Although Amystan still retains her appearance when she was alive, her body has become an ethereal spirit that emits a dim fluorescent light all the time.
She is not a human, she is a ghost.
But the undead were not uncommon in Runeland. Lester had killed quite a few of them when he passed through the Bilgewater waters before.
"Are you a messenger of God?" Lester's eyes were full of doubt.
Just you? Even if you become a ghost, I'm afraid you won't be that powerful, right?
"Heh." Amystan did not explain with words, but answered with actions.
She just waved her hand lightly, and a black mist of undead with powerful magical energy appeared out of thin air.
"Desperate situation in reincarnation!" Black fog quickly enveloped the huge underground secret room, separating the inside and outside of the door into two worlds.
Outside the black fog is the world of the living, but within the black fog is the suffocating power of death.
In the face of this power, mortals are so humble and insignificant.
"This, this..." Lester's body was shaking. He felt as if he had fallen into death purgatory in an instant, unable to resist, unable to struggle, and even unable to escape from this desperate place.
"This kind of power..." He instinctively trembled with fear, then raised his head in surprise: "Where did you get it from?"
"It seems that you believe me." Amystan chuckled and waved her hand to disperse the black fog.
Then she answered seriously: "This power is a gift from my Lord Modkaiser."
There was a delicate silence.
The look of surprise on Lester's face suddenly became stiff.
He was stunned for a long time before he asked in astonishment: "Mord Caesar? The tyrant from a thousand years ago?"
"That's right." Amystan replied, "I am the messenger of His Majesty Mordekaiser. It was His Majesty who sent me back to the material world from the underworld so that I could make final preparations for his return."
Lester now understood how Amistan became a ghost and how she was resurrected.
Modkaiser, who planned all this behind the scenes, is indeed the mortal enemy of the Leader and a god who is comparable to the Goddess Janna.
However……
"You bunch of lunatics, you actually believe in Modkaiser?" Lester cursed with gritted teeth.
He now wished he could drag this scumbag Tomili here and tear him into pieces to vent his hatred.
Are these nobles crazy?
In order to deal with the Leader, he actually led an evil god like Mordekaiser?
Who is Mordekaiser? He is a murderer, a perverted tyrant, and an extreme anti-human who wants to turn everyone into undead slaves!
Still expect him to protect the interests of the nobles?
Two humans were placed before this killing god. Would he care who was lowly and who was noble?
If there is any choice that is more stupid than joining Mordekaiser, it would be to become a guide for the Void.
Even being a commoner and a sinner under the rule of the Wind Leader is better than being an eternal undead slave under the rule of Mordekaiser!
Lester is reactionary, but he is not anti-human.
After all, he was also a human being. Killing others was fine, but what madman would be so stupid as to exterminate his own race?
"Lester, calm down." Amystan seemed to have guessed his reaction.
She replied calmly, "It seems that you have some misunderstandings about what our Lord has done."
"Oh?" Lester was slightly stunned.
Indeed... Although the legend of Mordekaiser has always been circulating in Runeterra, due to the Black Rose's efforts to cover it up, people don't actually know much about this ancient tyrant.
It was the Leader who began to publicly publicize the history of Mordekaiser and expose the existence of Mitna Lachen of the Underworld, and the world began to have a comprehensive understanding of the horrific deeds of this underworld tyrant.
Lester's knowledge of Modkaiser's past deeds also mostly came from the promotional materials of the Leader.
"You mean... the Leader's media lied to us? They are spreading rumors and slandering Modkaiser?" Lester asked with a glimmer of hope.
"That's not the case. What the leader said is true ."
Lester: “…”
"Don't be nervous, Lester." Amystan explained slowly, "Your Majesty did indeed exterminate countless humans back then."
"But you have killed many people in the past. Do you think you are the kind of anti-human lunatic who kills people for no reason?"
"This..." Lester thought.
He is certainly not a madman against humanity. He kills people for a reason and a purpose.
Even Amistan, a bloodthirsty general known as a pervert, would not kill people for fun without reason.
"It's the same with His Majesty Mordekaiser," Amystan explained. "He was resurrected from the underworld twice, and each time he led his army to massacre countless creatures in the material realm."
"It's not because your majesty is bloodthirsty, murderous, crazy and brainless, but because the underworld Mitna Lachen was still an empty wasteland of death at that time, and your majesty himself was still relatively weak."
"In order to make the world deeply remember the existence of Mitnarrachen, replenish the population of the underworld, build his undead army, and strengthen his own power, His Majesty Modkaiser launched those indiscriminate massacres in the material world."
Modkaiser didn't kill without a purpose. He did these anti-human things to make himself stronger.
"And now, Mitnalachen is no longer desolate, and the Skeleton Hall has been built. My Lord has even ascended to the divine realm and possesses the great power to fight against the enemies of the world."
"Do you think he still needs to kill indiscriminately now?"
"No." Amystan shook her head: "His Majesty Modkaiser does not want to destroy mankind. His goal is to rule the world of the living and become the co-lord of the mortal world and the underworld."
After hearing these words, Lester was half-believing and half-doubting.
"He really doesn't want to exterminate humanity?" he asked.
Isn't Mordekaiser's goal to turn everyone into his undead slaves?
"Of course not." Amystan said, "Lester, use your brain to think about it:"
"If all living people were extinct, and no new life or new souls were born in Runeland, how could there be a constant supply of undead souls in the underworld?"
"Without an endless supply of undead souls and slaves, how can His Majesty Modkaiser possess endless power?"
"so……"
Mordekaiser will not only not wipe out humanity.
He would probably keep humans in farms like pigs, trying to breed them in various ways so that they would reproduce to the best of their ability.
Lester: “This…”
Being locked up for breeding like a pig, and becoming a slave of the undead after death, this doesn't seem to be much better than dying directly, right?
"They are just a group of lowly people." Amystan explained enthusiastically.
"His Majesty Mordekaiser does not want to completely destroy human society and turn the whole world into this."
"After all, without society and civilization, without classes and hierarchy, it would be meaningless for him to be the emperor."
"He needs lowly people, capable assistants, flattering favorites, people's worship, and the whole world kneeling at his feet to sing his praises."
Slaves, commoners, nobles, emperors, and the lowest and most untouchable race of people.
Each class performs their duties and lives their lives, and after death they go to the underworld to continue serving the emperor and become the immortal slaves of Modkaiser.
This is Mordekaiser’s grand vision, the world he wants to create.
And as time goes by, his power will only grow stronger. His rule will last for thousands of years and will never change.
"This is such a hopelessly stable world..." Lester sighed.
"This kind of world..."
"That's great, isn't it?" Amystan said with a sinister smile.
Being stable for eternity means that their aristocratic status will also be stable for eternity.
As long as they serve Modkaiser well, this world will always be their world, and they will never be afraid of anyone overthrowing them.
"..." Lester's eyes moved slightly when he heard this.
Amystan continued to tempt, "His Majesty Modkaiser needs us now. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
"Not only will you be able to keep your noble status forever, but you will also be able to become a founding father of an empire greater than Noxus, second only to the emperor!"
Lester secretly clenched his fists, his expression becoming more and more excited.
But he still looked at the dark underground chamber thoughtfully, and asked in a subtle tone: "What if I don't agree? Can I still walk out of here alive today?"
"Haha." Amystan's smile suddenly turned cold: "You should have realized it before you came here, right?"
"It seems that it is no use ." Lester sighed.
Amystan was right. He had thought of this situation a long time ago.
Everyone knows that no evil god is easy to deal with. From the moment he took that step into the secret room, there was no turning back.
"Not only that." Amystan said with a murderous smile: "Even if you have the ability to walk out, what can you do?"
"Lester, don't forget--"
"We are all mortal."
"?!" Lester's pupils shrank.
He suddenly realized why those nobles, knowing Modkaiser's notoriety, were still scrambling to follow Amystan.
Because Mordekaiser is the lord of the underworld, and everyone is mortal.
They already know of Mitnarachon's existence. One day, they will go there and fall into Mordekaiser's hands.
"Your Majesty does not like people who are ignorant of the times."
"Lester. You don't want to be tortured in the underworld for eternity after a hundred years, do you?"
Lester was speechless.
This is a tyrant who rules the underworld.
You can't hit him, but he blocks the school gate and always waits for you to go home after school.
Even if you hold them back now, they will eventually settle accounts with you. How can you resist?
I heard that Ionians have their own spiritual realm to go to after death, so is it okay for him to move to Ionia now and convert to the Ionian religion?
Does the spiritual realm of Ionia allow souls other than the First Land to enter?
Lester didn't know. No one dared to risk their lives to try.
At this time, Amystan's voice slowly sounded again: "No matter how powerful Goddess Janna is, she is only a god in the material realm. Can she still project her power to Mitna Lachen, who is controlled by our Lord?"
"No one in this world can save you. You have only one way to go, and that is to submit to His Majesty Mordekaiser as soon as possible!"
"So……"
"Lester, what do you want to choose?"
"Should I die here and there, and be condemned to eternity in purgatory? Or should I submit to Your Majesty and become the most superior person in the world of life and death?"
Of course there is no need to choose.
"Then, don't resist." Amystan stretched out her hand and condensed a ball of evil magic: "Accept the power bestowed upon you by my Lord."
"Yes." Lester did not hesitate.
He strode forward and stretched out his hand toward the dark light of death: "I swear allegiance to you, Your Majesty Mordekaiser."
