Two Cities, I build mecha in Picheng

Chapter 153 Death is coming!

Time flies, and the next day's noon has arrived.

The scorching sun hangs high in the sky, pouring flames that seem to roast people to the earth.

Vikola, which is almost empty, is like a ghost town in the desert, depressed and dying.

After more than ten hours and overnight evacuations, most of the residents in the city have been evacuated.

A small number of those with limited mobility were led by the soldiers to the east of Vikola and hid in the underground shelter built by Taliyah's magic.

On the high platform of the Sun Temple in the center of the city, Nasus sat cross-legged alone under a mottled and inferior sun disc imitation.

He closed his eyes, feeling the heat from the sun to his heart's content, and the votive belt on his sturdy body made of obsidian slowly fluttered with the midday heat wave.

Suddenly, Nasus sensed the existence of ancient magic outside the city of Vikola, and there was a rancid taste of metal in his mouth.

He suddenly opened his scarlet eyes, grabbed the long-handled battle ax beside him and stood up.

"Xerath," he murmured softly.

As early as last night, Li Lin and Kassadin left with Sivir, and the kind little girl who could manipulate rocks was with her.

And Azir learned of Nasus' message, and immediately replied that he had set off for Vikola.

The city was his mother's birthplace, and he would not allow Xerath to destroy it.

Based on the time, Azir, who was on his way at full speed, should arrive here around the afternoon.

Nasus stood at the highest point of the entire city, with the eaves looking at the distant sky, already entering a state of preparation for battle.

Under the blessing of the power of the gods, his senses and thinking became extremely sharp.

Every grain of sand under your feet, the last bloody smell of the brown-red blood clots that have dried up on the imitation sun disc, the whispers of people praying for peace, the rustling movements of various desert insects and animals in the buildings and underground...

Nasus looked to the east of Vikola, and then to the south where Li Lin, Sivir and others were leaving.

Before they set off last night, he personally promised Sivir that he would protect the remaining residents of Vikola City.

The shelter built by Taliyah is well concealed, and it is almost impossible to find the entrance from the outside.

The gang of rebels who followed Xerath was nothing to worry about, the only one to watch out for was Xerath himself.

Nasus took a deep breath.

He has already heard hundreds of soldiers riding horses, sand crocodiles, desert monitor lizards, sand tigers and other mounts rushing into the city from the western city wall with excited and malicious roars in their mouths.

As long as Xerath is held back for a few hours, and Azir arrives here, even if he cannot be sealed again, it is still very easy to injure him...

While Nasus was thinking, several warriors armed with scimitars and long swords and clearly dressed from different tribes climbed up the steps of the temple.

These people are obviously hostile tribes, and they would never die if they met in the desert, but now they can fight side by side.

They knew they were facing a god warrior, but there was no trace of fear in their beating blue eyes.

Xerath has taken hold of them...

Nasus thought to himself, and walked down the steps.

He swung the long-handled battle ax in his hand and drew an arc in the air, effortlessly blocking the slashes of the five fighters from different angles.

Immediately afterwards, Nasus raised his hand sharply and flicked away their weapons.

Because of the huge force, two of them couldn't control their figures and flew backwards, hitting the ground at the bottom of the temple steps heavily, losing their vitality.

At the same time, Nasus clenched the battle ax with his right hand, and slashed horizontally very quickly, cutting the remaining three people in half.

He went down to the square and headed all the way to the east of town.

Dozens of ferocious tribal fighters who attacked him were all easily beheaded by him, as easy as crushing an ant.

Feeling the ancient arcane magic flowing in the air, Nasus walked straight out of the city, deep into the desert and away from the city wall.

In an instant, hundreds of elite soldiers with mixed weapons and almost no protective armor surrounded him, raising a piece of yellow sand.

Nasus narrowed his eyes slightly, his red eyes seeping through layers of flying dust and gravel.

A hundred meters away from him, a blue-white magic group floated in the air more than ten meters above the ground.

It was a magical spirit body composed of dark energy and astral magic that kept making "crackling" sounds.

He is wrapped in rusted chains and the core of an ancient sarcophagus designed to seal it.

"Zeras!!"

Nasus roared and roared, calming down all the surrounding warriors with just his own temperament.

And in the next second, he felt the burning anger of Xerath sweeping like a huge wave.

Nasus hastily clenched the ax with both hands, urging the magic power to build a black-purple magic barrier in front of him, blocking an arcane magic impact from Xerath.

But the hundreds of soldiers who surrounded him just now were implicated by the scorching energy impact.

In just one heartbeat, all of them, including their mounts, were turned into ashes and blown into flying sand by the surging wind, as if they had never come to this world.

Nasus gritted his teeth and stared at the blue spirit, and strode forward with the ax clutched tightly.

Being provoked by Xerath, the warrior's heart and anger that had been buried in his heart for a long time were reawakened.

"Heh, isn't this the grand maester...the coward who locked me underground for a thousand years?"

Xerath's voice was the same as it had been when he was mortal, almost dipped in honey.

"Where did you hide Azir's offspring?"

Nasus directly ignored his question, kicked his back foot on the ground, and his whole body was ejected into the air in an instant, and the battle ax already attached with the power of the gods in his hand slashed straight at Xerath's head.

"I'll bring you back underground!"

Xerath's figure flashed, easily dodging his merciless full blow.

Nasus' heavy body fell to the ground, making a small hole in the yellow sand.

"Back then, with the help of your beloved brother, you were able to suppress me." Xerath sneered, "And now, since the door of the prison was opened, have you ever heard the rumors about Renekton?"

"No, mention his name!" Words came out of Nasus's low and hoarse throat.

"Have you seen what he looks like now?"

Xerath smiled sinisterly, and gently floated down from midair, stopping at a place tens of meters away from Nasus.

Seeing that the gloomy Nasus remained silent, he became even more presumptuous.

"Of course you didn't see it. Now he will kill you as soon as he sees you."

Nasus didn't entangle him further on this topic, "You are not the one chosen by the sun, your power originally belonged to Azir."

With heavy steps, he approached Xerath with flames and blue arcs from his limbs.

"Nor was Renekton, but he ascended too."

"Don't mention his name!" Nasus growled angrily.

The battle ax in his hand whirled around and swung towards Xerath suddenly, with the potential to tear apart mountains and ground.

Xerath still just sneered and dodged, without fighting back.

"Your brother is weak... oh, you should know that, just like you."

Nasus knew very well that Xerath wanted to provoke him, so that his subsequent attacks would easily reveal his flaws.

He knew that he shouldn't be annoyed by such trivial tricks, but the evil witch spirit mentioned Renekton again and again, making him unable to control his emotions.

"Actually, he is more fragile than I imagined." Xerath said resolutely, his tone full of mockery.

"I just told him that you threw him into the darkness, trapped him with the enemy, left him to fend for himself, and this brainless crocodile collapsed."

Nasus lowered his head, and the battle ax enchanted with ancient metal and astral magic was "cracked" by his sharp claws.

In just a moment, violent sand surged all over his body, rolling into a hurricane, covering the [-]-meter boundary around him.

Xerath's heart trembled, and he hurriedly backed away from Nasus, raised his hands into the air, and ignited a surge of lightning and arcane energy flames.

Nasus waved his hand, and the towering and furious sandstorm was engulfed by the hurricane, as if it had life, it was urged by the magic in his hand, and it was continuously injected into his body.

His limbs were full of strength, and his dark body swelled terrifyingly with the injection of countless sand grains, as if he had vented all the anger accumulated in the endless years.

In just one breath, Nasus had already turned into a hill nearly a hundred meters in size.

And the giant ax inlaid with aquamarine gemstones in the center grows together with it, transforming into a towering giant.

This is the true form of Nasus - the god of death!
(End of this chapter)