He Comes From the Void

What caused it? This really makes Kahn difficult.

After thinking for a while, he replied uncertainly: "It may be related to the essence of the void. The meaning of their existence is destruction. Therefore, when such destructive spells are released, their power will increase many times. Just like the void. Energy can't be used to heal healing magic at all, God knows what kind of distortion that will produce."

　　 In the use of void energy, they are beginners who cross the river by feeling the stones. Even if there are results at present, the future is still hidden in the endless void, and it is still unknown.

　　 So Kahn did not dare to jump to a conclusion.

　　 "You can't heal magic anyway, hum." Kai'Sa let out a grin, and her laughter sounded like a bell rolling on a cowhide drum in short and dull intervals.

　　 "It's not necessarily." Kahn stretched out a finger and shook it in front of Kai'Sa. The latter was annoying, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and said, "You think of something wrong again."

　　 "Did you forget that skin nails can heal us? It can provide us with the nutrients we need to survive and even repair wounds."

Kahn has not suffered any injuries since he was ten years old. Some of the serious injuries that could cause ordinary people to lose their lives were finally rescued by the Void Skin Armor, so he never hated this body from beginning to end. Come endless tingling skin.

　　 The so-called gains, there are losses.

　　 "Didn't you say that void energy can't be transformed into life energy? Now it's about to be overthrown?" Kai'Sa looked at Kahn with interest, her face pressed extremely close, she was defenseless against Kahn.

　　 With their relationship, there is no need to guard against anything.

　　 "That's right, but isn't the material provided by the skin armor the material of life? So I think the void energy is not that it can't be transformed into life energy, it just requires a series of complicated conditions."

　　 "Oh~~" Kaisha suddenly realized: "I see, you want to milk your skin!"

　　 Kai'Sa's voice just fell, and there was a sharp tingling in the skin armor. The pain caused them to bend their waists, put their arms together, their facial features were twisted, but they still couldn't hide the smile on their faces.

　　 "Don't tell me if you know it, you deserve it." Kahn laughed and scolded, rubbing Kaisha's head.

　　 "But the skin armor can sense the thought, even if you don't say it, it will be like this." Kaisha pursed her mouth and stood up on Kahn's shoulder.

　　 "That must be you thinking about something weird. You can see how it was all right when I thought." Kahn patted her cheek lightly, causing the latter to sullen.

　　 "Bah! You are just thinking about it!"

　　 Kai'Sa didn't realize that when she was talking about milking or stalking the wool, she was thinking of a different situation.

　　 For example, if you know that the tiger’s **** can’t be touched, you think it’s okay to touch its eggs, but you die without even sliding out the shovel.

　　 Although the parts touched are different, the nature is the same.

　　 Void Skin Armor is also conscious. It feels that Kai'Sa has insulted it, and triggers the punishment mechanism to maintain its "self-esteem."

　　As a consumer through and through, how can it do what the producer should do?

　　 Asking it to squeeze ointment for you humans, isn't this an insult to its identity?

　　 Of course, these are just metaphors, in order to vividly reveal the extreme punishment of skin armor.

　　 As for whether it has the self-esteem in human cognition, who can know.

　　 Just when Kahn wanted to try the Void Fireball, Taliyah suddenly broke in and called out loudly.

　　 "Little master, go and see, Nasus is here!"

　　...

　　 Nasus looked at the woman who appeared suddenly. He could feel the ascending blood flowing in her body, but he could not confirm that this was the descendant of the royal family.

　　 Because of those eyes, purple eyes, he was puzzled.

　　 The blood of ancient Shurima will never give birth to such a pupil color.

　　 As the master of the large library, Shurima's ascended academician, he watched generations of emperors grow up from childhood to finally ascend to the throne.

　　 Without exception, the pupils of those emperors are transparent sky blue, like a clear spring in a desert oasis, so blue.

　　 And the purple eyes in front of him reminded him of something bad.

　　 Just as he thought, the woman spoke.

　　 "The visitor is the lost desert death, Master Nasus?" Facing such a giant as high as a cliff, the doubt in her tone almost overflowed.

　　 Nasus narrowed his eyes. He always felt that the word lost was used in a different way.

　　 "It's me." He took off the hat of the robe, revealing a black jackal head, his ears raised high, and the vicissitudes of life and wise white light came out of his eyes.

　　 Jackal is a scavenger, accompanied by a corpse, and has been recognized as a symbol of death over time.

　　 But Nasus is not responsible for death. As the most outstanding military division in history, his army may have killed many people.

　　 For Shurima, he is a hero. For the conquered enemy, perhaps he is the **** of death.

　　 "It turns out that the legend is true." Sivir looked at the jackal head carefully, and sighed.

　　 This makes Nasus feel dissatisfied, so uneducated, I really hope not to be the descendants of the emperor.

　　 "That's not a legend, that's history." Nasus corrected. There was a deep well of sadness in his heart, and the buzzing sound came from there for a long time.

　　He came here because of the beam of light in the night sky.

　　 "Have you seen my brothers and sisters nearby?"

Nasus referred to his fellow Ascenders as brothers and sisters. Although their ascension times are different, their true ages may be separated by a few centuries. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com, all of them are guardians of Shurima, not Need to divide the seniority so clearly.

　　 Looking at Sivir's puzzled expression, he corrected it: "You, have you seen anyone similar to me."

　　 Now Sivir understood, she shook her head: "I made the beam of light. Nashlamé has no other gods or dark descendants. I am calling you."

　　 "Who are you, why do you call me?" Nasus laid the wrapped cane on the ground, and looked straight at Sivir with condescending eyes.

　　 "I am Sivir." Sivir hesitated and said, "I am the descendant of the Eagle King."

　　 After finishing speaking, she showed Qarikar and turned it easily with one hand to show her pure blood.

Nasus' gaze followed Charikaer closely, and he was silent for a while before he solemnly said to Sivir: "If you are of Azir's blood, your eyes should be blue. But what I saw was nothing. It’s purple, and your hair is denying your claim, and even normal Shurima don’t grow such eyes and hair."

　　 Azir, Sivir vaguely remembered that this was the name of the last emperor of Shurima.

　　 She was a little irritable, because she had already answered the questions according to the knowledge points Kahn gave her, but things did not go as smoothly as she thought.

　　 She stopped turning her wrist and said, "Isn't Charikaer enough to explain the problem? Then how do you want me to prove it?"

　　 "Give me your blood."