Two Cities, I build mecha in Picheng

Chapter 175 Ceremony
Weiner's efficiency was very high, and he immediately sent several guards to press down the cultists and go to the prison.

He then explained to the people that Zrimar had returned to the Eagle King's charge, and that he himself had become the Governor of the Empire.

Not only that, Weiner also recounted the dangers of the void, and first orally promulgated a temporary law, forbidding anyone to collude with the heretics of the void cult.

Anyone who dares to believe in emptiness, or takes in heretics, will be severely punished by death.

And those who report meritorious deeds will receive a large gold plate bounty.

After the matters here were settled, Li Lin and his party returned to Weiner's mansion.

Weiner's men have several wizards who know magic and fur, and the magic tools are fairly complete.

He sent someone to make room for Nasus, prepared all the materials to be used, and retreated with Li Lin and others.

In the room, Nasus pinched a handful of blue crystal powder in his hand. This material is a natural magic conductor and is widely used in various magic rituals.

Afterwards, he opened his claws and waved, throwing the crystal powder in his palm into the air.

However, these powders did not scatter and fall in all directions as imagined, but emitted light blue light, forming a small pentagram circle in front of Nasus.

Immediately afterwards, Nasus's fingertips flowed out astral magic that was similar in color to blue crystals, holding up the fresh internal organs of various livestock prepared in advance in a corner of the room.

The magic crushed the flesh and blood into blood and powder, which were mixed in the pentagram circle.

But its original crystal color was not dyed with scarlet, but turned into dots of fluorescent light dotted in the magic circle, just like the twinkling stars in the sky full of stars.

Nasus spat out an obscure and mysterious ancient spell, and a brighter swirl of blue magic power emerged from his body, blowing out the flickering candlelight in the already dim hut.

After the incantation of the astrology ceremony was finished, Nasus threw the Icacia pendant in the other hand in the center of the pentagram magic circle.

Light blue light and star-like light spots poured into the pendant within a few breaths, dyeing its original dull purple into blue-white.

Nasus's red eyes stared at the fleeting face in the center of the magic circle, and his expression was a little surprised.

"Huh? How could it fail?"

He squinted his eyes, made complicated gestures with one hand, and continued to provide magic power to the magic circle, and quickly clicked on the pentagram with the other hand a few times.

A few more breaths of time passed, and the pentagram circle quickly transformed into a huge map, which is a sketch of Shurima's current territory.

A light purple point of light is in the corner of the mountain range southeast of Nasramme.

However, the current situation is more serious than before.

In less than a heartbeat, Nasus's blue map of Shurima drawn with astral magic was covered in dirty purple light, even preparing to pollute him, the source of magic power supply.

Fortunately, compared to the magic of the god warrior, the power of this corruption is insignificant.

With a wave of Nasus's hand, the formation in front of him was directly scattered, and the void power attached to it was also purified by a larger astral magic.

The hut fell into silence and darkness, only Nasus's heavy breathing could be heard clearly.

"People who are sheltered by the void...if you don't get rid of them as soon as possible, it will become a serious disaster."

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More than ten minutes ago, in an unnamed ruined town at the foot of the southeast mountain of Nashilami.

Dense camps were set up behind various bunkers, and countless purple-robed cultists knelt down in front of a deep pit, chanting words, as if they were praying for something.

The last sunlight swayed the last remaining light on this land, but its color could not cover the evil light underground that did not belong to this world.

As batch after batch of livestock were pushed into the deep pit, the ground trembled faintly, as if some huge monster was wriggling excitedly underground.

In front of the crowd of cultists, a man wrapped in a cloak and hood covered with scrawled ancient Icathian symbols, with feet as bare as dead bark, stood beside a deep pit that shone with a strange purple light.

The most eye-catching thing is the top of his head...

The man's skull has turned into a layer of evil purple film, with a light purple light beating inside, vigorous and powerful like a heart.

The evil light swells and spreads, eager to eat and devour.

He is Malzahar, who claims to be the "prophet" who knows the future, and the spokesperson of the emptiness in the world.

"My children," he began.

That kind of sound that is completely unreasonable cannot be called a sound at all.

It didn't spread through the air, but passed directly into everyone's head, burrowing into the depths of their souls.

It didn't surprise the cultists with fanaticism on their faces, though.

Each of them has more or less inhuman features in their bodies.

Someone's face and skin were broken and cracked, covered with countless purple cracks.

Someone opened his mouth, and the withered and yellow teeth in the mouth were wriggling by themselves, as if they had independent thoughts and lives.

There are also people whose eyes turned into more than a dozen irregular and messy fragments, shining with a purple light similar to the void.

Malzahar's purple eyes swept across the crowd, "Tonight is our annual confession night."

Against the backdrop of the purple light seeping from the abyss behind him, a thin barrier emerged around him, lifting him up slowly into the air.

"We are changed by our experiences, but the memories we leave behind are meaningful."

Malzahar's soul-penetrating voice was irresistibly seductive.

"I have always warned you that the void will surely come to this material world, and our misery will be washed away by her, and our sins will be forgiven by her.

"The end will come, it's just a matter of time, and by then, the entire Runeterra, together with us, will melt into nothingness.

"This is our established destiny."

"Void... void..."

Fanatical believers began to chant the obscure name in unison.

The purple light in Malzaha's head jumped for a while, making a strange sound similar to laughter.

He waved his hand, and all the believers kneeling on the ground stopped.

"I once witnessed the light and darkness of the whole world being swallowed up by nothingness on the ruins of the fallen kingdom, turning into nothingness.

"I used to think that this power was an evil power... but I was wrong then.

"The Void is great, and she has taken on a new form that will lead us to new possibilities.

"She enlightened me, and let me, as her most trusted servant, let me enlighten you lost lambs!
"The void craves you, your memories, your experiences, your being, all that you are."

Malzahar looked around again, and raised his hand casually.

Immediately, a mass of purple cold flames burned on everyone's bodies, but they seemed to have lost their sense of pain, their faces numb and unaware.

The ground trembled even more violently, and the abyss fissure behind Malzahar tore the surrounding bedrock, spreading rapidly to the believers' bodies in the form of a spider web.

"Thus, she will accept everything."

As Malzahar's voice faded, the ground beneath the believers' feet began to crumble, covering the entire ruined town.

One after another, the cultists were swallowed into the abyss by the vortex of purple light that siphoned everything, but their faces were all filled with distorted "happiness" smiles.

Malzahar looked at everything in front of him indifferently, as if it wasn't people who fell into the abyss, but a group of insignificant ants.

As the tremors of the earth gradually calmed down, the abyss cracks closed automatically, leaving almost no traces, and were quickly covered by the yellow sand blown by the strong wind.

Malzahar, who was suspended in mid-air, slowly fell, his feet hovering at a position of twenty to thirty centimeters from the ground and stopped.

"Not enough... Not enough, this sacrifice is not enough to swallow up these ports along the coast." He hung his head and muttered to himself.

But in the next second, the lavender barrier around Malzaha's body suddenly burst into a strong and dazzling light, and the strong magic burned his body, causing him to feel pain that he had long forgotten.

"This is……"

Malzaha's eyes widened and were completely replaced by purple light, without eyeballs, and he still hasn't figured out what happened.

Not long after, a pain like tearing flesh and crushing bones swept across his whole body in an instant, "cough cough cough..."

The void barrier around him seemed to be destroyed by some non-existent force, Malzaha couldn't control his body and fell to the ground, coughing up a puddle of purple corrosive liquid.

"Someone is spying on me... who the hell is it?"

Malzaha wiped his face and the scarf connected to his head casually, and stood up tremblingly.

In the next second, he heard the inexplicable raving in his mind and knew everything.

"This kind of power comes from the transcendent heaven... This is the astrology of Nasus, the warrior of the gods!"

Malzahar's clenched hands twisted unnaturally, and the power of the void quickly gathered around him, forming a new barrier and supporting him in the air.

"It's too early to face the Ascendant now. She is different now, and she hasn't accumulated the majestic power she had thousands of years ago..."

Malzahar hung his head like a mental patient and whispered to himself.

He raised his eyes and looked far to the south, the direction of Zrimar.

"My mission has not been completed, I must return to the border of Icacia, only there, the power of the void will protect me..."

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