Dr. Hart, Xavier Hart, a Noxian. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He is passionate about experimenting with the modification of the human body, and is known as the "sworn enemy of the god of the underworld".

The list of his successful "works" is endless, such as Urgat, who has been transformed into a terrifying monster that perfectly combines machine and body, and dark sorcery flows from the veins of metal.

For example, the former Hand of Noxus, Sein, was also transformed into a terrifying undead giant, a war machine, after his death.

Another example is Dr. Hart's own ......

- The Makeover of Mayoris, Reginard Ashram

Akali held her breath as she lurked behind the bushes, the ninja energy forming a thin protective film on the surface of her body to keep her from being bruised by the tiny thorns of the nearby bushes.

Not far away is a fierce battlefield, heavily armed Noxian soldiers are fighting with a group of field **.

She received news from the scouts in the morning that the Noxians had crossed the Hoshidake and crossed the Asakusa Great Plains to the woodlands of the south, and when she arrived, some strange battles had begun.

The horde divided and surrounded the Noxians, and a tiger with an unusual breath burst into the enemy line, confronting a convoy.

The strength of the bear, the swiftness of the tiger, and even the surface of its body will appear with tortoise shells forged by energy, and from time to time flames will emerge from its claws and tail. That's not a beast anymore.

An old man in a voluminous robe was being escorted backwards, a steel prosthetic leg peeking out of the sleeve of his robe.

Akali looked in the direction of their retreat, where there were two long tracks. Before the reconnaissance mission began, Reginard told all the scouts about the railroad tracks and steam trains in Noxus.

It is a tool created by the powerful power generated by black crystall.

The door was ajar, and Akali searched for cover, approaching the car parked on the tracks. It was pitch black, with no light source, and a single ray of light through the crack in the open door wasn't enough for her to get a glimpse of it.

It was filled with long iron chests, which were too long for weapons, and if you put building materials, it might be a little short, and the shape was too regular. It reminded her of something ominous-

Coffin.

Once this absurd idea was formed in my mind, it was like a magnet, quickly absorbing all kinds of clues as evidence of the conspiracy.

- They looked the length of a man's body, and the width was just wide enough for the width of the shoulders, and Akali lay down, the iron boxes were a circle larger than hers, and probably the corpses inside were more burly.

She grabbed the edge of the lid and applied force with both hands, but couldn't lift it even further, and took the shinobi from her waist again, trying to pry the heavy lid from the side, but its weight was more terrifying than she had imagined, almost immovable.

She heard footsteps.

Although the voice was soft, she heard it, and she hid in the shadows, her index and middle fingers erected in front of her lips, and gently chanted the ninjutsu mantra as her body melted into the shadows of the carriage.

The old man walked in, and Akali watched his movements carefully, for fear of being found in any clues, although she was a Shadow Fist, and her mastery of shadow ninjutsu was exquisite, but concealment could never be guaranteed.

The old man didn't pay attention to the details in the carriage, he seemed to be in a hurry, and walked quickly to an iron box. Indeed, the beast roared with a small crowd, and his convoy soldiers were falling one by one, unable to subdue the tiger, but desperately trying to delay its advance.

The old man's mechanical arm exerted force and lifted the lid of the iron box, and there were no bulging green tendons, but wisps of black steam came out from under the small piece of iron that was raised.

The icy breath leaked out of the iron box, instantly pressing the temperature of the carriage to freezing, and Akali opened her mouth to prevent the cold from rattling her teeth.

That's really a coffin.

Inside, lay a huge corpse, like a sleeping warrior, with its fingers clasped over its chest, holding a long-handled battle axe. But he had lost any breath, its body was pale and stiff, with a layer of frost on its surface, and even corpse spots.

The old man's mechanical arm made a mechanical sound, and stretched out a needle, and there was a mysterious green liquid in the cavity, pushing it into the cold and stiff body little by little.

The corpse moved, and the frost on the surface began to peel off. Even though Akali had expected what was going to happen next, when that moment came, her whole body tensed up, and her heart was gripped by great fear.

In the darkness, a pair of blood-red eyes lit up.

She recalled Soraka's words that Ahri the nine-tailed demon fox had met a giant with blood-red eyes, which belonged to Noxus's side.

"Is it time?" A muffled sound came from deep in the throat of the awakened giant.

"No, but we're in a little trouble."

"Trouble?" He lifted the tomahawk, stood up, and took a deep breath of air, his thawed body emitting the smell of corpses.

Akali huddled tightly in the corner, and the ninjutsu suppressed the breath in her body to a minimum, for fear of being discovered by the terrifying blood-pupil giant. The giant walked in her direction, and then he strode out of the carriage.

When she finally escaped from the closed and dark carriage, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, her skin red from the cold was stung by the warm air, but she couldn't care about it anymore.

The giant, axe in one hand, walked towards the lone beast.

"No, it's not a minor nuisance. It's time for me to play. The blood-pupiled giant laughed and ran in the direction of the tiger.

A burning sensation suddenly spread from the tiger's body, a terrifying heat energy that rapidly expanded in this narrow area.

A high-pitched phoenix roar erupted from the depths of its body, and its four legs were enveloped in a blazing red flame that seemed to be in the shape of phoenix flame wings, and the air around it became distorted.

The giant danced wildly with the long-handled battle axe in his hand and launched a fierce attack, not worrying about his physical strength at all. Akali felt a chill in her heart, swinging her blade with such strength, but any part that was hit would be directly cut off.

His left hand had been hanging at his side, and he seemed to have some difficulty moving, and the tiger saw his flaw and kept trying to attack in that direction, and the long weapon was inevitably overstretched in hand-to-hand combat, and the tiger swooped down vigorously, the flames ignited the skin, emitting a disgusting burning smell.

The giant's left arm shrunk and rotted in the flames, but the giant didn't seem to feel pain, he grabbed the shoulder blade and broke it off. He grabbed a robed assistant next to him, and the frightened assistant was crushed to the bone by his palm, which creaked in the palm of his hand. The assistant's corpse was like a wet clay that stuck to the notch of the severed arm. She heard a sickening noise, as if something was gnawing at flesh.

Inside the bloody corpse, it seemed as if something was moving beneath the flesh, and the sight made Akali feel sick to her stomach. The writhing flesh quickly snapped into new arms, and the Blood-Pupil Giant clenched the newborn palm into a fist.

"Hey, hey, old fellow, it looks like you're not doing a good job of maintenance." The giant laughed.

The tiger seemed to be aware of the Blood-Pupiled Giant's strange abilities, and it howled high, and the tide of beasts began to recede, covering the retreat of the captive Ionians into the forest, saving as many people as possible.

Is it a warrior transformed from a dead corpse?

The undead are the dead who have been resurrected against the heavens, the ghosts of the past who have been brought to the present world by evil laws, and that kind of magic is also the most taboo and terrible realm among the taboos.

Such a situation must be reported to Reginad in a timely manner in order to be prepared in advance.

Akali couldn't help but think to herself. She suddenly remembered that there were countless coffins in the carriage, which were about to fill the entire carriage.