The Legend of Valoran Heroes of the League of Legends

Chapter 96
Azir looked at the chaotic ball of arcane energy, he wanted to taunt, but found himself unable to taunt at all.He thought of the warning sent by Shenshan. Even if he wanted to laugh, he should laugh at himself who insisted on going his own way. He didn't listen to everyone's persuasion, and finally tasted the bad result.

However, Zela, who had absorbed the divine light but failed to become a god, looked at his ugly body in anger and roared to vent the energy in his body.

The incomparable energy contained in Xerath's body, like the legendary destruction of the end of the world, descended on the entire Shurima Empire.

That evil power turned into countless blue energy bombs, like blooming fireworks.

However, this is not a firework to celebrate joy, but a flower of death to harvest life.

This blooming flower of death wiped out all living things in the Shurima Empire, leaving only Azir, who had the blood of the sun god, on the altar, looking at everything in front of him in despair.

He is not willing!

Azir looked at the empire he had worked so hard to build, but because of his momentary greed, it was destroyed overnight.He looked unwillingly at Xerath who had fallen into madness, roared, and stabbed the spear in his hand into his heart.

"Come on, Xerath, even if I bet my life, I will use my god's blood to seal you!"

Pulling out the spear that was stained with divine blood, Azir used all his strength to throw the spear in his hand towards Lars!
With the blood of God and Azir's last curse, a dazzling bloody light burst out from the spear, and it shot through the air towards Xerath who kept firing energy bombs.

As Azir's last resort—"Heart Blood", it is the Shurima royal family's last desperate means, using the scorching blood flowing in the heart as a guide, in exchange for strength that can rival everything!

Xerath was pierced by the painstaking spear, and his whole body flew out with Azir's powerful strength, and the direction he flew was - the royal tomb of Shurima!
Azir clutched the big bloody hole in his chest, exerted his last bit of strength, and uttered a spell that he absolutely didn't want to move: "Cadizman... Pararus!"

A stream of light jumped out from Azir's forehead, separated from the bloody body, and flew towards the gradually dimming sun disc.

The process of flying is very fast, but for Azir, it is very slow.

Azir, who incarnated the light of spirit, witnessed everything in Shurima at this time, lifeless, dead, everything.

The consciousness merged into the sun disc, and Azir did not remain silent. With the help of a little divine light left in the sun disc, he activated the last means of life-saving for the entire Shurima, and sank the entire Shurima underground. Yes, the last contribution he can make to the whole of Shurima, to his empire.

This method was originally used by the first emperor of Shurima as a precautionary measure to preserve Shurima's last hope when Shurima encountered an unrivaled enemy.

However, it is now being used by Azir to preserve an empty Shurima.

One, Shurima alone.

The ceremony started, and the entire Shurima Empire was shocked.

But no one was surprised by this, because there was no one in Shurima.

The whole of Shurima slowly sank in Azir's infinite remorse and helplessness. Azir, who was sitting on the sun wheel, looked at the sun in the clear sky, and was slowly occupied by the yellow sand surging from the side. become night.

This will be the eternal night of Shurima.

Thousands of years have passed by with a flick of a finger, and only the yellow sand deposited on the ground has witnessed the loss of time.

During these thousand years, Azir relied on the divine power transformed from the meager sunlight absorbed by the sun disc more than once to search for someone with the blood of the sun god on the entire continent. He was not willing to just do this. He kept letting himself, let Shurima go silent, he was not willing to let that piece of yellow sand that was once under Shurima cover the sky of Shurima.

Therefore, he must take responsibility for the rise of the entire Shurima, which is his responsibility as the emperor of the empire, and this is the responsibility of the blood of the sun god flowing in his body.

At every moment in the past 1000 years, Azir has not been calculating how to regain Shurima.

Time has honed his patience, worn away his edges and corners, and obliterated his pride.

But it didn't erase the longing in his heart to restore the country!

Therefore, when Azir's feet covered in yellow sand stepped on the thick yellow sand, there was no wave in his heart.

Even standing in the imperial tomb of Shurima, what he saw in front of his eyes seemed to bring him back to his familiar appearance thousands of years ago, and his heart was still as calm as water.

However, things are still, people are not.

In the imperial tomb, Azir walked along a road that didn't look like a road. Why didn't this road look like a road?Because this is a road with ruins, if it is not because of the accumulation of a large amount of sand, gravel and dust over the millennium, this road will be torn apart by some kind of violent collision.

Azir walked along this road to the end, and then stopped. In front of him was a strange thing that had turned into gravel. This weird thing looked like... a coffin board?

Well, it does look like a... coffin board with facial features.

And this coffin board was nailed to the wall behind him by a spear piercing through the whole body.

Azir looked at this traitor who had made him hate for hundreds of years with a blank expression. However, 1000 years was enough time for Azir to transform the hatred in his heart into the power to restore the country.

Gently placing Sivir on the base of the wall, Azir grasped the long spear on the coffin board with his hand, pulled it out suddenly, and smashed the long spear he had used on the thick yellow sand.

With a hand covered in yellow sand, he gently wiped off the yellow sand on the body of Xerath, who had turned into a coffin board, and the resurrection scriptures appeared on Azir's other hand at some point.

Opening the Resurrection Scripture, Azir recited the incantation he had already thought up.

"Amanda Salam!"

The moment the unsealed spell fell, there was a hiss on the sandstone coffin board, and a gap was cracked, and a faint blue light was emitted from this gap.

The shell of sand and gravel is constantly peeling off, and the blue energy begins to escape from this gap!

Snapped!
Azir slapped the sand-stained hand heavily on the shattered gravel, a golden confinement rune condensed under his palm, and four chains protruded from the rune to bind the remaining blue energy. The stone shell is tightly bound, so that these blue energies cannot escape.

Azir, who possessed the resurrection scriptures, relied on ancient magic to lock this witch spirit with terrifying and evil energy in this broken body.

The blue energy surged within the chained body, slowly condensing into the appearance of a person.

Just like that group of berserk energy, this condensed person roared in a berserk tone: "Who is it! Who dares to seal my energy!"

(End of this chapter)