He Comes From the Void

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"It doesn't matter what my name is, what's important is that Nasus is fighting one against two outside. You have to help him." Sivir replied.

"Who is the other one?" Azir seemed close to the descendant who had saved him.

"Xerath."

"Xeras..." Azir repeated the name in his mouth, no anger, no hatred, only doubts.

He knew exactly who Xerath was, and he couldn’t be more familiar with it. This was his childhood playmate, a powerful minister, and even a brother of a different surname. What he wondered was how could such a person stand on the opposite side of Nasus. It was as incredible as Renekton's hands on Nasus.

What happened in the outside world?

"Your Majesty Azir, you don't know anything. Although you completed the ascension ceremony and became the ascended emperor, it took 2,500 years to complete it. Outside, Shurima is different."

"What are you doing so implicitly?" Sivir curled his lips and said, "Shurima is dead, not long after you were pushed off the altar."

"How is this possible? Even if the monsters of Icathia failed to destroy the powerful dynasty, how could it be possible that I would die as soon as I die..."

Sivir interrupted Azir mercilessly: "You can go outside and see for yourself."

Azir was not angry, all he was desperately trying to find out the truth.

There was a cold flame in his pale eyes, and he waved his cane, and the air was filled with deadly heat. Sand and dust rise with the wind, creating images of the past, echoing the physical form of Shurima.

Azir tuned out the history, and a miniature dawn oasis rose from the ground and formed in front of everyone. The time was exactly the moment Azir held the ascension ceremony for himself.

He walked on the avenue leading to the altar, followed by a guard of honor composed of 10,000 elite soldiers, and cheers from the crowd resounded throughout the city. Once, Nasus and Renekton also walked on this avenue and were turned into gods under the eyes of the public.

Azir's scepter struck a lonely tone, and the dust regrouped again, and the time came just before he lost consciousness.

He saw his mortal body rising into the air, approaching the sun disk, with his arms spread out and his back arched back. He remembered at this moment, the golden light shining on the altar from the sun disc, power penetrated him, merged with his existence, and injected sacred power into his body.

At this moment, a figure formed by sand and dust appeared.

This is his most trusted servant, his wizard, Xerath.

Xerath did it without warning, and Azir saw that he was pushed off the altar, shattered like glass, and exploded into dust like fine sand. Xerath, who had stolen the power of ascension, replaced him to complete the ascension, and the sun's rays flooded him, reshaping his flesh and blood into the body of an ascendant.

However, because of this move, it led to disastrous consequences. This power does not belong to Xerath, nor does he recognize Xerath, the uncontrolled power of the sun is released, and it explodes into a shock wave sweeping the city.

The invisible energy first destroyed a group of elite guards rushing towards Xerath and turned them into ashes; then a group of spectators circled at the top of the temple, his relatives, his advisers, priests and bishops, and There is his family.

His pregnant wife, grown-up son, and shy daughter were all destroyed by the shock wave and disappeared.

This unbearable weight, even if zoomed countless times, still made him kneel down limply.

The sand and dust continue to evolve, and the faces of the people who have witnessed the usurpation of power in the distance have no more joy. They flee from the direction of the sun disk in horror, but they are instantly obliterated by an invisible energy and turned into dust. gone With the Wind.

Only Xerath was left, constantly absorbing the power of the sun over the city, until his body was completely swallowed, and then he was reshaped into a gleaming arcane energy vortex.

A brutal shock wave of sand and dust burst out, disintegrating the final afterimage of Shurima. In the desperate silence, Azir stood alone in the echoes of the past, and the dust settled.

He did not understand that he had given Xerath everything he wanted, from being promoted from slave to minister, and finally abolished slavery for him, but he was still betrayed by Xerath.

And this betrayal caused an emperor to lose everything he had, family, love, friendship, strength, and even life... the whole city was buried for him.

The great Shurima civilization fell and became a thing of the past, buried in the sand.

Time has changed Shurima beyond recognition, erased all the memories of victory and defeat, leaving only legends.

No one knows the territory of this empire, which stretched from one ocean to another, across the entire continent; no one knew that golden outposts were established in the eastern jungles, and the governors of three parts of the land on the continent would enshrine taxes and warriors to the capital. Men, wealth flows to the treasury like a river of gold. No one knows that in Shurima’s empire, people speak a hundred languages, and there are more than this number of art, music and culture.

All of these are due to Xerath's betrayal.

"Xerath," his voice became hoarse with anger. "Your sins are unforgivable."

Azir stood up, and a force lifted him into the air. As he opened his hands, the entire dawn oasis stood up again under his newly acquired power~www.readwn.com~ The earth cracked, the wind and sand were like notes, and the ancient city of Shurima rose from the grave, shaking off the yellow. The sand, a huge golden disc shining with sacred sunlight, crowned the capital.

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The battlefield of the two gods was moved to the ruins of the dawn oasis by Ryze. Their bodies recast by the sun magic made them firm will not be affected by the teleportation, and they continued to fight immediately after moving the field. Ryze stood not far away and watched.

Under the scorching sun, the collision of huge weapons and the confrontation of power made the two beast head gods fly sand and rocks. The sand grains were shaken up in the air, and then they were swept in by a furious storm, surrounding the gods.

Renekton roared furiously, and the whole sand sea was beating, bullying like the real sea. The sand formed a huge wave to hold him up and drilled in front of Nasus with a death auger, at a speed far exceeding the limit of his huge body.

He shook the crescent axe blade, hitting his chest with the blade, cutting Nasus' chest repeatedly. The breastplate exploded under the momentum, and Nasus groaned and staggered back a few steps. Then Renekton turned around for another week, and the axe swept towards Nasus's neck.