lol: Bind Syndra at the start

After a quick check, Sindji said to the people behind him, "You can come over now. Perhaps you can awaken his memory."

......

Jinx, who had been waiting for a long time, was the first to walk over, her blue eyes full of anticipation.

Her thoughts were pure: no matter how Vandel came back, it would be better than not coming back at all.

Sevika hesitated for a moment and chose to follow Jinx.

She also has feelings for Fandel, after all, they have been together for so many years.

But she cares more about Zaun now...so she cares more about what Fandel will do after he 'wakes up'.

"Aren't you going over?" Vladimir looked at Ryan.

Many Noxian nobles also like to help ordinary people in need, but their purpose in doing so is more to enjoy the praise from ordinary people after the success.

"The past will only disturb their reunion." Ryan shook his head. His purpose was actually purer than Jinx's.

He simply wanted to make the world a little less tragic. Vandel and Singed were the last destabilizing factors in Zaun.

Especially Singed!

The forced happy ending at the end of Twins Season 2 did not seem solid to Ryan.

Sevika becoming a member of parliament is just a facade. Without the support behind her, this position will be of no use at all.

The principle that a weak country has no diplomacy applies in any world.

A weak city-state must have a core competitiveness in order to survive in this cruel world.

In the original novel, Piltover has Jayce and his Hextech, and Zaun has Viktor's Mechanical Ascension...

But the latter has been proven to be a wrong direction. After losing the extreme mechanical ascension, Zaun can only rely on the improved version of the glimmer to survive.

At this moment, the key to Zaun's rise came over.

Singed's bandages kept trembling, as if he was muttering something to himself.

Under the gaze of Ryan and Vladimir, the outstanding scientist said slowly, "Can I hear... what are those two methods?"

The 'hero' who was shouting and staggering in the canyon seemed extremely humble at this moment.

"The first method is... Mechanical Ascension." Ryan raised his finger. "Do you know Victor?"

"I know that Jace's assistant betrayed the Zaun people of Zaun."

Viktor's reputation in Zaun is not good at the moment, and most people don't know about his secret tug-of-war with Jayce.

In their view...a rare Zaun university student who completely forgot his hometown after going to Piltover.

"He's working on a method of replacing flesh and blood with machinery. This method has its drawbacks, but it does work."

"What are the drawbacks?" Singed asked.

In fact, Victor's method is similar to his own ideas.

If the flesh and blood body cannot resist the potential dangers of this world, then use a skeleton of gold and steel to replace it.

"Your daughter will lose her human senses and body temperature. Perhaps the joy of resurrection will make you overlook these losses in the short term, but over time... you should be able to imagine how humans treat those who are different."

Ryan omitted another drawback, as he would soon address it himself.

"I understand... but if there is no choice, at least becoming an alien is better than dying." Singed agreed with Jinx's idea at this moment.

At this moment Ryan remembered a sentence.

There is often only a fine line between madness and genius.

"But we now have another choice..." Ryan looked at the nervous Singed, "Technology is not the mainstream force in this world. The magic that has been passed down for thousands of years is far more powerful than technology.

"If you know about the Darkin War thousands of years ago, then you should know that those Darkin possess a kind of magic that can reshape their bodies."

"Blood magic!" Singed understood this better than Llane imagined.

It can be imagined that after Orianna's 'death', he consulted almost all the recorded data and information... including those magics that were completely contrary to his beliefs.

"...I knew about this forbidden technique, and I even asked colleagues familiar with Shurima about it, but it has been lost to history along with the darkin.

"I spent a lot of money to buy a book about the Darkin from the Noxians. The book said that all beings who mastered this magic have been sealed in some weapon."

"No, there's another one who will."

Ryan pointed at Vladimir, "He will."

Chapter 361 Challenging the Order of Life and Death

Vladimir calmly accepted Singed's shock, doubt, and subsequent joy, excitement, and other complex emotions.

The magic of blood magic is unquestionable. After all, it is the magic that became mainstream in ancient Shurima.

At that time, there were many Shurima Ascendants, and even after going through many setbacks, they were still able to fight against the invasion of the Void on their own.

If it had continued to this day, perhaps all the existing countries combined would not be its match.

The only reason it was listed as a forbidden spell in Shurima in the later period was simply because the human body was not strong enough to control this magic, not because there was something wrong with the magic itself.

And now he has found his 'big brother', Ryan's power can help him shield the side effects of blood magic.

Although it is only a temporary solution and not a cure for the disease, what does it matter if it has a little bit of effect compared to having the miraculous effect of bringing the dead back to life?

It's better than turning into a tin man or an orc.

"You...you really can?" Singed's tone became stammering.

"I can."

Vladimir held out his palm.

There was a scarlet light flickering in the palm of his hand. In an instant, Singed felt his blood flow accelerate, but the next second it quietly returned to its original speed.

This moment seemed like an illusion, but as a witness, he knew that no illusion could be so real!

The magic that can control blood is the same as what is recorded in ancient books!

The genius scientist who still maintained his mystery and dignity in front of the Noxians now seemed to have become a servant who could only nod and bow.

The dry bandage made an unpleasant sound when rubbed by Singed. He tried to calm himself down several times, but in the end he still couldn't help asking a question that was impossible to answer at the moment.

"Can you now..."

His final comprehension prevented him from finishing his words.

Singed knew the conditions under which the other party was willing to save his daughter. He was already familiar with the rules of this cruel world.

However......

Ryan answered on behalf of Vladimir: "If you chose the second option, you can try to resurrect your daughter now."

"?"

Singed thought he was hallucinating.

But Vladimir's next words made him think he was dreaming.

"Is the girl lying in the coffin next door your daughter?"

"Yes, oh no, that's not a coffin, that's a wooden bed!" Singed corrected Vladimir.

"It's pretty much the same."

Vladimir didn't care about these details.

He swung his scarlet robe and walked to the adjacent bedroom.

At this moment, Singed acted out his true self in how to walk "staggeringly", his steps even more erratic than that of a drunkard who had drunk two bottles of liquor.

Ryan walked last.

His presence serves two purposes.

The first is to remove the side effects of blood magic;

The second one came from a guess of his.

If humans breaking the boundary between life and death would alarm the legendary god of death, then he might have to uncover a mystery that has troubled many League of Legends players - what is Kindred's combat power.

Warm light illuminates the entire bedroom.

Lying on the 'wooden bed', Orianna looked unfamiliar to Ryan, but compared to the metallic-toned iron in the game, he still thought the current Orianna looked better.

Gloomy magic gathered in his eye mask, and the dark amplification allowed Ryan to see Orianna's soul.

She was a girl who looked even smaller than her body which was piled with instruments. Singedjon had left Orianna's soul behind by his own means. It might seem a little 'indecent', but in the face of life and death, decency did not seem to matter.

Ryan quietly dispelled the dark magic.

If the soul is still there, then Kindred will need to be involved.

A scarlet light lit up in the bedroom, which meant that the 'operation' was about to begin.

Ryan stood silently at the door, afraid that his panting would disrupt the treatment.

And on the distant edge of Zaun.

A shaking sound suddenly appeared.

A Zaun man was lying near the figure, but in his hazy vision he could not detect the figure's existence at all, even though the figure was standing right in front of him.

"Sheep, stop."

"Why?" The white figure raised his head and looked at the black figures surrounding him.

"Didn't you smell it? It was that person's breath. Such a thick darkness almost filled my nostrils." The smoky wolf spirit drew an exaggerated arc.

"You have no nasal cavity at all, my dear wolf."

"That's my soul. I sense the darkness. It's him!"

"He disturbed the order of life and death."

"No, the little girl's soul is still there. She is not dead."

"That's not what you said a few minutes ago." The Sheep Spirit looked at the Wolf Spirit. "You were just saying that the order of life and death cannot be trampled upon. We must have the courage to punish anyone who dares to interfere with this order of life and death."

The swaying wolf spirit stopped moving, and half a second later it came in front of the sheep spirit, "I did say this, but I haven't finished speaking yet. We must have the courage to punish anyone who dares to interfere with the order of life and death.

"But if we can't defeat him, then in order to ensure the continuation of the order of life and death, we must learn to turn a blind eye."

"Have you closed your eyes?"

"I closed it, look..." The wolf spirit circled around the lamb spirit for several times before turning and slowly saying, "Do you remember the frog? It's been hunted by vultures for hundreds of years. I don't want us to end up like this in the future."

Lamb's voice softened. "I will remember you, dear Wolf."

"I will remember you too, Sheep, but there is one thing we must be clear about: we are not human beings, so it is useless to remember each other..."

Yang Ling was silent for a moment. "Then when should we appear before him so that he will remember us?"

"Don't worry, don't worry... Yang, I've heard people say that you can catch a big fish by playing the long game, and don't hit someone who smiles at you. We'll just observe him quietly and record any violations of order he makes.

"When we have accumulated a certain amount, we will show up again and tell him that we don't care about these things, but he should remember our favor. This way, he will always remember us."

"You've learned the bad habits of Wolf."

"I admit it, but it's enough that you didn't learn bad things."

"I've already stepped onto your ship."

"No, you didn't. You didn't come here to cause trouble for the Dark World, but to fulfill your duty, right?" Wolf Spirit turned his head and said, "Your target is this person, the people around him call him the Alchemist Baron?

"What a strange name, Yang! Did you see that? This person is still alive despite his physical condition. He's simply challenging the order of life and death. We must have the courage to punish people like him who violate the order of life and death!"

This time, Lamb did not answer Wolf.

It stood there in silence for a while, then turned and walked in the new direction indicated by the wolf spirit.

Chapter 362 I promise you

When the last trace of gloom dissipated, warm lights illuminated the cozy room again.

Ryan, who had hidden his merits and fame, made way, and an impatient bald man walked over cautiously from behind.

Singed looked at Orianna lying quietly on the "wooden bed" with excitement. The imagined voice of "father" did not come at this moment, but the extra redness on the pale cheeks made the old father's eyes wet.

Over the years, he has consulted almost all the information he could get his hands on, trying to find feasible solutions from various fields. However, for humans... especially those who have not even mastered magic, the boundary between life and death is far more difficult to break than Singed imagined.

He exhausted all his means, abandoned the honor he had pursued all his life, abandoned the bottom line he once adhered to, and abandoned his inner standards of good and evil.