The Legend of Valoran Heroes of the League of Legends

Chapter 95 The Resurrected Emperor

Sivir maintained this posture for a long time. Her hanging hair, if you don't look carefully, it's even hard to find that the hanging hair is shaking slightly.

It was as if Sivir's heart was shaking slightly.

During this period, Azir didn't disturb her, and just waited quietly.

Like a young father patiently waiting for his daughter to answer the questions he asked.

Sivir was in disarray, and she began to recall everything along the way.

Since that dream, Sivir has hesitated for a long time. Whenever she sees that small round wheel, Azir's words will always ring in her mind. Maybe it is really the same sun god flowing in her blood. Blood, Sivir finally chose to do what Azir said.

After Sivir confirmed his position, he began to plan how to steal the Sun Golden Sutra from Mount Targon, and he had to retreat unscathed, which was not an ordinary difficulty.

Among the many documents obtained from the mercenary organization, Sivir saw a document of the person she needed - Diana!

This woman who defected from Mount Targon.

Sivir quickly got in touch with this ex-Sun Clan member, and made an offer that Diana couldn't refuse. The two hit it off right away, thus planning the scene on the Jagantan Altar.

The most difficult step has been taken, let alone a little blood.

"How do I use my blood?"

Sivir carefully placed the hard-won Resurrection Scripture on the ground, and skillfully removed the Holy Cross from behind.

"I will activate the rune formation of this spell. The resurrection scripture is the pivot of this spell. Just drop your blood on the resurrection scripture!"

Azir didn't seem shocked by Sivir's reaction, he simply told Sivir what to do next.

"Let's get started." Sivir said softly.

"it is good."

After Azir's simple response, the yellow sand around the resurrection scriptures placed on the ground began to be driven by an invisible force. With the resurrection scriptures as the center, a complicated magic circle painted with ascension runes flew out of thin air. become.

Sivir didn't make a fuss, holding the cross blade with his right hand, and swiping hard on the edge of the cross blade with the palm of his left hand.

The bright red blood overflowed from Sivir's white palm in an instant. Sivir seemed to feel no pain, and put the cross blade back expressionlessly, and then pressed the cut palm on the resurrection scripture. above!

When the golden scripture touches the lost blood of God, it glows with a violent golden light.

Sivir's blood flowed slowly along the resurrection scriptures into the yellow sand formation below. The grayish-yellow sand absorbed all the blood that flowed down, turning it into a terrifying black color, and the black stains continued to spread. to expand.

"It's now, quick, say the spell in your head!"

As soon as Azir finished speaking, a dry corpse rose from the yellow sand beside him, floating directly above the entire magic circle. It was the ghost body he carefully prepared to carry his spirit.

Sivir endured the severe pain of being sucked by her blood by the resurrection scriptures, and began to recite the spell floating in her spiritual sea.

"Amunra, Amundai, Suwei Ahup! Somermaspio!"

The jerky incantation was uttered from Sivir's mouth, and the crazy energy soared into the sky from the magic circle with the resurrection scripture as the pivot!

"what!"

Sivir screamed in pain, her hand pressing on the resurrection scripture, at this moment, withered and withered at a terrifying speed, her life essence was being crazily extracted!

And at this moment, the red blood light representing 'essential blood' and the green light of life representing 'angry', under the action of the formation, spun and entangled together, turning into a belt of rebirth, injecting In the withered ghost body above the magic circle.

The ghost body, which was originally withered, absorbed the essence and energy, and the withered, black and thin body began to gradually become fuller.

"Imadine female Supiskuwe!"

Azir in the sun disc anxiously uttered his part of the spell. This spell should have been uttered after the ghost body returned to a normal human body, but he saw that he was about to be cast by this forbidden spell. Sivir who drained his vitality, he couldn't just watch Sivir die, not only because he had made a promise to her, but also because they had the same blood!
The blue divine soul representing Azir's 'spirit' sealed for thousands of years, unsealed from the golden sun disc covered in gray, and flew towards the ghost body that still looked a little dry!

red!green!blue!Mixed!
Refined!gas!god!All in one!
In that gradually plump body, the former Yellow Emperor of the Desert, the descendant of the Sun God, Azir!Coming soon!
First, his consciousness gradually awakened in this strange body, and then his body, his limbs moved freely.

Azir returns from the millennium past and is reborn in a ray of light!
When Sivir was about to fall into a coma, she witnessed this great moment with her own eyes, and then, her world became dark.

Without the support of the phagocytic force, Sivir's body fell backwards.

At this time, an arm full of scars caught her horizontally, allowing her to fall on his shoulders.

That devastated arm was Azir's new body, which looked terrifying. He ended the resurrection ceremony early in order to save Sivir's life, gave up his reborn body, and resurrected in a half-human, half-ghost posture. Azir could clearly feel that because of forcibly interrupting the reincarnation spell, his and her lives seemed to be connected by some kind of connection.

But Azir didn't regret it at all, because when he saw Sivir and stared at her sharp cheeks, he saw his former self from this daughter of Shurima.

At that moment, he didn't think about the emperor and the ceremony anymore, he only knew that Sivir needed his help, and if he wanted to continue to live, he also needed Sivir to continue to live.

Azir knew that he had to save Sivir, and then, together, all of Shurima!
Azir picked up the resurrection scripture with Sivir's blood remaining in one hand, and closed the resurrection scripture with a snap. At the same time, the yellow sand on the ground seemed to be ordered by the muffled sound to float up gently and adhered to Azir. On Er's body riddled with holes, it made this body not so ugly.

Azir silently looked at the slightly satisfied body, then picked up Sivir by the waist, and walked towards Shinto.

Azir didn't look at the entire empire, he just looked at the series of small footprints in front of him, carefully following the series of footprints, step by step down the divine way.

On the Shinto, the sound of heavy footsteps sounded again, but it was not a rattling sound, but a rustling friction sound.

"Now we will be the writers of history. You don't need to follow, but you must witness that fate is in our hands."

(End of this chapter)