He Comes From the Void

The big mouth of the blood basin brought the fishy wind from under the hood, and every fang could be seen clearly, and the frantically swaying long tongue made the sound of his head cracking and shattering automatically in his mind.

Kahn's eyes widened, time fell into stagnation for an instant, and everything around him slowed down many times.

He let go of the spear heads held by his hands, and drew back before the slow advancing edge pierced him, and then leaped against the wall close to his back and flew to Sivir's side. He rolled to the ground, grabbed the cross blade from Sivir's hand, and threw it at the hyena guard.

Kahn has confirmed that Qarikar has a special effect on these ancient Shurima tomb guards.

The flow of time returned to normal, and the hyena’s blood basin bit into the empty space. Sivir only saw the light of a knife flashing so fast that he could not see clearly. The cross blade that should have been held in his hand appeared on the hyena guard. It went into the chest from behind and nailed it to the wall.

It died altogether, without even struggling, it turned into a pile of sand falling from the wall, leaving only the cross blade still deeply nailed into the wall.

"Can you say something before you use my stuff?"

Sivir complained about the wall near the tomb, and it took a lot of effort to pull out Charikaer.

Regarding Kahn's unauthorized use of her own weapons, she could only complain and protest. She couldn't really resist. The strength that Kahn showed just now was crushing. If she really didn't agree, she would probably be pinched against the wall and be taught a lesson.

"Sorry, I was taken aback. This'dog thing' doesn't teach martial arts, and it actually bit me."

Kahn breathed a sigh of relief. Prior to this, he hadn't expected that things from thousands of years ago would be so good that they would bite people, bullying him without a mouth.

This was a sneak attack, a sneak attack on him, a little comrade in the eighteenth summer.

It seems that in the future, you must be careful with this trick. The monster minds of these beast heads are no longer pure humans. They will really bite people with their mouths when they are anxious.

"Forget it, but Charikaer is surprisingly effective against these ghosts."

Kai'Sa watched Sivir re-holding the cross-blade in his hand, and asked: "Why doesn't Charikaer eject in Kahn's hands?"

These words made Kahn notice the details that he had never paid attention to before, and Charikaer would not swing in his own hands, just like an ordinary dart. But Sivir had already instinctively mastered this technique when he first got it, which is really incredible.

"It has something to do with the Feisheng bloodline. This artifact will recognize the master." Kahn casually said a reason. It stands to reason that such a heavy object can bounce back and turn is the most against the laws of physics. It can only be explained as the characteristics of the artifact, and only special. People can start.

"By the way, what are you doing here? The warm-up before entering the tomb of the emperor?"

Looking back on Sivir's body, this woman still has no awareness of being a descendant of the royal family. The only direct bloodline of Azir, who is still dangling with a group of innocent treasure hunters, is in Shurima's ancient tomb. Feeling and rolling.

"Let’s have fun, when I’m bored, I have to find something to do." Sivir put away the talisman and said nonchalantly: "In order to survive the sinister emperor’s tomb, I have searched a lot from the dead over the years. thing."

"I said I would keep you alive. What if you run into troubles that you can't solve by yourself?" Kahn didn't want to accuse her from a moral high point. Sivir is the key to resurrecting Azir. When she died, the sun disk could only be buried under the yellow sand forever.

"At least I'm fine now." Sivir is noncommittal. No one will obediently hand over his life to others. In order not to die, it is necessary to keep a few more hands.

"Well, did you just say that Nasus was waiting for us outside? Let's go, don't make him wait." Sivir bypassed the topic, turned and walked towards the exit of the tomb.

Walking into the secret tunnel, looking at the few people stuck on the narrow stairs, Sivir drew out the bone blade to make a notch on the wall along the way. The sound of the rocky rock made his whole body tremble.

"Don't stand in the way." Across her horrified skin armor, she made a wet voice, which was not like a human voice at all, but she could clearly hear the threat. Karen Kassa was standing behind her, watching what she wanted to do to this group of people.

"Please..." Seeing Sivir who was approaching step by step, they begged and sobbed in fear: "Let us have a way to survive."

"You rush out together now, maybe there will be lucky ones to escape. And blocking my way, killing all of you is just easy..."

"Don't talk nonsense, that thing is alive again!" Kahn pushed Sivir's shoulder, and the two piles of sand in the tomb behind him began to reunite, drawing a familiar outline.

There seemed to be a mysterious and powerful force in this tomb, enough to bring the furious guard back to life hundreds of times.

"Hurry up! Do you really want me to chop you up one by one?" Sivir quickened his pace and walked towards the group of people, his eyes exuding the original impulse to deconstruct everything.

As she dissociated the headless corpse in the stairs into a mass of invisible matter, these people's senses could no longer be stretched, and their legs were dominated by fear, and they fled to the sanctuary inner sanctuary by shoving and shoving.

If everything is dead, then the neck being cut by a sharp knife is compared to being broken down by the void, but it is a kind of relief. At least the pain is a momentary matter, and it has died before even reacting to it.

There is an unknown death waiting for them, but if you do as Sivir said, if you rush out together, there may be a lucky person who can live to the safe outer temple.

At this moment, they all hope that they are the lucky ones, and the people beside them have become surrogates and made their own escape. With such thoughts, these people rushed out of the tunnel tacitly, and then...

Ushered in death.

The first person, who hadn't seen anything, had his neck chopped off by an oncoming straight knife, and his body separated.

The second person is better~www.readwn.com~ not only heard the sound of horseshoes, but also saw clearly that the knife that killed him was a machete with a hook.

The third person saw the murderer wielding these machetes charging back and forth in the empty inner hall, making the sound of reverberating horseshoes.

Seeing the number of these cavalrymen, he gave up fleeing and stayed where he was waiting to die.

One after another, these treasure hunters were all killed by centaur, and the farthest one couldn't run ten meters away, and blood was splashed on the spot.

But their deaths made Sivir and the others see what monsters were waiting for them in the inner sanctuary-centaur cavalry in golden armor, machetes with hooks in their hands, and yellow armor continuously shed as iron hoofs ran. sand.

"Sand Brown Charger."

She pronounced a name, and these centaurs all ran out of the golden coffin of the pharaoh that she had seen before, a whole group of cavalry.

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