He Comes From the Void

Nasus inserted his cane into the ground and held it across his chest with both hands. He slightly opened his mouth and revealed a bit of fangs, and a sense of oppression followed.

　　 "Do you have to see blood?" Sivir looked at him, his knees stiff and his teeth trembling.

　　Nasus nodded: "Do you want to do it yourself or I will take it myself?"

"I will do it myself."

　　Sivir really hates paying in advance, but she must complete Kahn's task, otherwise Kahn won't make her feel better.

　　 There is no way, she can only pick up Charikaer and slash in her hand.

　　The sharp blade slashed across the forearm, and the blood immediately flowed out, dripping down the ground like a note along the opening.

　　 Nasus' gaze shifted down and saw the stream of blood evaporate on the floor tiles scorched by the scorching sun, hissing, and soon he was covered with brown lumps, and the smell of blood drifted into his nose.

　　 "You belong to the ascending bloodline, but..." Nasus narrowed his eyes, his eyes sharpened: "Your arms are healing by themselves, and there are other powers hidden in your body."

　　Nasus pulled up his cane and pointed at Sivir in the air: "I feel in you a breath similar to my fallen compatriots. Have you learned the forbidden blood magic?"

　　 "Magic? I don't know how to magic." Sivir raised his eyebrows: "But there is a curse on me."

　　 "Curse?" Nasus roared in a low voice.

　　 At the right time, Taliyah poked her head out of the corridor and saw Nasus holding a cane pointing at Sivir, suddenly shocked. Seeing Sivir's feet full of blood again, his eyes widened, fear and courage gushed out at the same time.

　　 "Don't move Sivir!" she yelled tremblingly, and at the same time, her hands were gesturing arcs back and forth across her chest, as if weaving some natural magic.

　　 The ground began to tremble, and the rocks danced under her feet, rolling around her, taking the shape of a whirlpool.

　　 Judging from the reaction in her eyes, she should know his identity.

　　 "Little man, your ability can break Shurima's rock." Nasus said.

　　 She raised an eyebrow: "Yes. So you'd better step back, otherwise I can break more than rocks."

　　 Nasus was amused by her bluffing: "Girl, you have a heroic heart. But I just came to her to ask for an explanation, and I didn't mean to hurt her."

　　 "Is that really the case?" Taliyah looked at Sivir, who nodded: "Taliyah, you step aside."

　　 "You wait, I'll call someone."

　　 The rolling stones stopped, but Taliyah felt that the atmosphere was still tense, and worried that something might happen, so he ran back to the station.

　　 Seeing that the little figure disappeared again, Nasus returned his gaze to Sivir.

　　 "You said you were cursed?"

　　 Speaking of curses, Nasus couldn't help but think of his fallen compatriots.

　　Darkborn was cursed three times.

　　 first came from the enemies of their ancient times, then the fall of the Glory Empire, and finally the betrayal that made them degenerate forever.

　　 He felt the aura of corruption in Sivir, the fast-healing wound was like blood magic, and he couldn't help thinking about it.

　　 What is the real situation? What happened to the owner of Ascension Blood?

　　 "It's not important, will you help me get justice?"

　　Sivir knows that the skin armor is not a good thing to say, so she doesn't want to answer Nasus' question directly.

　　 But she could see that Nasus was very persistent on this question.

　　His cane slowly moved towards Sivir, who raised Charikaer as a guard, but he suddenly lifted it away. Then he moved a few steps aside, and the top of his cane hit Sivir's back armor.

　　 "I can smell that evil things are hidden in your armor. If you are looking for me sincerely, why don't you dare to meet me frankly?"

　　 After finishing speaking, he took off his robe and stood up straight, revealing the stalwart body of obsidian.

　　 The chest and shoulders are covered with gold armor that has gone through the vicissitudes of life, and he wears a votive belt with the emblem of Shurima.

　　 He reached out and tore off the cloth strips wrapped on the "stick", revealing a long-handled battle axe.

　　 The blade of the axe shone with excitement, and the aquamarine gem in the center drank the sunlight.

　　 "Tell me, who dared to curse the ascending blood?" He groaned, and his voice was deafening.

　　 was pointed at by the battle axe, Sivir's face turned pale.

　　 She saw Nasus standing in front of her, the deity of divine power and magic.

　　 When his physical body was sublimated and recreated by the magic of the sun disk, the withered and dying flesh became a jackal demigod with an obsidian body.

　　 The posture of the gods shook Sivir back by two steps. She couldn't help thinking, could such an existence help her get rid of the mountain that was pressing on her?

　　 However, she thought about it for a long time, and instead of saying Kahn's name, she said something that Nasus kept secret.

　　 "Void." Sivir emphasized again: "It's the curse of the void."

　　 At this time, a hand was quietly placed on her shoulder. She looked back and found that it was Kahn.

　　 Kahn rushed over with everyone else.

　　He is encouraging her with firm eyes, as if they are her strongest backing.

　　 But Sivir immediately turned his head, and a hint of guilt flashed in his eyes.

　　 Just now, she was thinking about saying Kahn's name, making Nasus mistakenly believe that Kahn deliberately cursed the blood of Ascension, and then borrowed the knife to kill.

　　 didn't even realize that Kahn had come quietly behind her ~www.readwn.com~ Her forehead oozes cold sweat, thankfully she didn't say that in the end.

　　 At that time, she thought that Kahn was actually a cursed person, and that everything turned into this way can only be said to be dictated by fate.

　　 But Nasus slammed the axe handle against the ground, and a cloud of dust rose up.

　　 The smoke stopped in the air, like a shimmering veil, and then it circled Sivir and Kahn, slowly falling in circles

　　 In the blink of an eye, the rounded dust turned into a hurricane.

　　 A few people involuntarily blocked their faces, but Sivir couldn't see clearly, choked and coughed, and almost folded his waist.

　　The sandstorm is wrapped in the fury wind in the deepest part of the desert, and it can twist a group of Ikasul into skeletons in a flash. Armor is useless, and sand particles will penetrate every corner and crevice to wipe people's skin.

　　 The scuffing pain on her skin made Sivir feel a blast. The sand rubbed countless blood trails on her body. There were scarlet tears hanging on her cheeks, and her whole body was stained with blood.

　　 In order to protect herself, she had to unfold her skin armor.

　　The skin armor spread on her skin, and the black and purple carapace blocked the sandstorm. Several pieces of nails overlapped and covered her face, and she gradually bent up in the sandstorm, staring at Nasus who was suddenly in trouble with her three eyes emitting warm purple light, making a sound of coughing up blood.

　　 "Nasus, Shurima's patron saint? That's how you treat Shurima's last ascending bloodline?"