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Since Azir came of age, his father had not given birth to any more children.

Even his original princes were killed in accidents one after another.

Maybe Azir noticed something in the process...such as some terrible black magician.But when he chose silence, he also chose to indulge.

Because he is the biggest beneficiary in this dark struggle.

In an oversight, in order to kill a new prince who failed to prevent his birth, Xerath even directly used brutal lightning magic to kill the newborn prince and the queen who held him in his arms.

The emperor came after asking and saw Xerath, who was exuding arcane energy in the dilapidated palace.

So... on that bloody night, the emperor of Shurima died, and all his guards died under the violent thunder.

And those corpses with only skeletons left were naturally pushed by Xerath to a group of mages in a submissive area. The first thing Azir did after he ascended the throne was to lead his troops to attack the people of the area. A bloody act of revenge.

Since then, Azir has been unstoppable.

The entire vast empire of Shurima belonged to him.

Later, Azir, whose vanity was stirred to the extreme by Xerath, made a decision that went against tradition - he threatened the sun priests and ascended for him under the sun's disk.

And that's exactly what Xerath wanted.

On the day of his ascension, Azir strode towards the altar of ascension, with Xerath still following him.Neither Nasus nor Renekton attended, as Xerath had arranged to send them away.

Xerath weakened the seal of a magical sarcophagus, turning the fire beast sealed inside into a time bomb. When it finally broke its confinement, only Renekton and Nasus had the ability to defeat it.In this way, Azir lost the only two people who could protect him.

And the final result is...

Azir was pushed off the sun disk by Xerath who betrayed him moments before receiving the energy of ascension.

Azir was burned to ashes by the sun's energy, and Xerath gained power that was not his.

This betrayal led to an irreversible disaster.

Xerath took Azir's place, the sun's light infusing him and reshaping his flesh into the Ascended One's body.But the energy of this ritual did not belong to him, and the released power of the sun destroyed Shurima.

Temples collapsed and cities were razed to the ground.Azir's people were also swallowed up by a sudden disaster, and the desert roared and swallowed the entire city.

The sun disk fell, and the empire built by generations of emperors was reduced to nothing in one day.

Xerath, who was unable to control this violent force, was suppressed by Nasus and Renekton who came later with a magic sarcophagus. In the end, Renekton was sealed in the sarcophagus together with Xerath at the expense of himself. Inside.

Like this, it lasts for thousands of years.

Xerath grew sicker and sicker in the endless darkness, pain, and torture.

And he is destined to release the resentment in his heart the moment he sees the light of day again——

The moment the blood of the sun's blood splattered on the sarcophagus.

That unrivaled divine power is released at this moment!

"I am transcendent from the mundane world——!"

Another earthquake.

It was less than a day since the last "earthquake".

Chen Ce did not hesitate to use the power of the devil to expand his vision again to the location of the previous void creature's lair.

But...it's calm there.

This shock didn't come from there.

There is no weird, eerie dark purple energy fluctuation like before.

"That is……"

Chen Ce turned his head and looked in the opposite direction of Uzeris - another town.

That was the direction Sivir was planning to go.

That violent magical aura... also fits the feeling of a certain ancient wizard.

"The Emperor of Shurima is coming back..."

Chapter 118 Farmer Uncle Bernathus

When Cassiopeia opened her eyes again, the sky was already glowing with the glimmer of the morning sun.

She felt her body jolt... She turned around and found that she was lying behind a carriage.Driving the car were her guards.

She felt a splitting headache... chaotic memories flashed through her mind, like poisonous daggers slicing through her cerebral cortex.

After a while, she calmed down.

She remembered everything that had happened before - in

In that mysterious underground tomb.

She was attacked by a suddenly erupting stone statue guard... and then lost consciousness.But what about the things there?She seemed to have seen the sarcophagus burst open by the terrifying magical power...

"How is the situation in the tomb..."

Cassiopeia asked in a weak voice.The guard who was concentrating on driving immediately turned around.

"The tomb collapsed." The guard replied. "The terrible magical energy annihilated everything there... We lost many soldiers and barely escaped from the ruins."

"Escape..." Upon hearing this word, Cassiopeia immediately frowned. "Have you got the things there..."

"I'm sorry, we don't know what it is you have been looking for." The guard shook his head and returned his gaze to the rugged road.There was a hint of imperceptible fear in his eyes. "Besides, given the situation at the time, we simply couldn't enter the tomb again... It's a blessing to be able to escape."

"Idiot...!" Cassiopeia swore angrily, feeling annoyed at her inevitable failure—angry from embarrassment.

At this time, she no longer cared about her image as a lady. She angrily scolded her men and asked them to change direction and return to the collapsed tomb to search for what she wanted.

But her men ignored her.

No one even looked back at her.

Feeling even more irritated, she struggled to get up from her seat.

Then she fell to the ground.

The feeling of powerlessness in her body made her feel irritated, but what made her confused was...

Why did the person fall to the ground before he could feel his legs losing strength?

She looked at her legs in confusion.

Then she let out a piercing scream.

The guards still didn't look back at her, as if they had expected all this - or perhaps out of fear of some kind of monster.

The carriage drove on, but Cassiopeia was pounding her lower body—but not her legs—like crazy.

But... a snake's tail.

Yes, her legs turned into snake tails.

To be precise, her entire lower body transformed into the form of a snake.

"What is this...what is this...what is this...!!"

Cassiopeia kept screaming and scratching her body with her inexplicably sharp nails until the ground of the carriage was covered with blood.

She gradually calmed down and picked up another mirror.

She saw clearly what she looked like now.

She is... no longer that beautiful girl...

But...a deformed, twisted monster...

The upper body is a human, but the lower body is a snake... The amber eyes hide the pupils that shrink into needle shapes like snakes...

She stuck out her tongue tremblingly.

a...

Snake Xinzi...

"I became...a monster..."

Azir's mortal body was punished by the sun's disk thousands of years ago.

After being betrayed by the person he trusted the most, his fragile body was swallowed up by the flames of the sun's disk, and eventually turned into countless dust... His consciousness completely stopped at that moment, and both tangible objects and invisible time were separated from each other. He has nothing to do with it.

He was lost in oblivion and could not feel the passage of time until thousands of years after Shurima was destroyed, the blood of his last descendant was sprinkled on the ruins of the temple and he was resurrected.

Azir was reborn, but not whole; his body was little more than moving, corporeal dust, held together by his last vestiges of unyielding will.

He looked around at the collapsed tomb in front of him, and everything made him feel extremely strange... and disgusted - a lingering magical energy wandered in the air, eroding his dilapidated body.

He felt it... yes, it was the energy breath of an "old friend"...

Evil black magic... powerful destructive power... and insidious cunning hidden under the smile...

This ray of magic is mixed with some kind of sacred energy...it is the energy of the sun disk...the energy that should belong to him...

Xerath... Xerath...!

Like dust blown up by the breeze, Azir's broken "physical body" staggered forward among the ruins.

He followed the traces of blood and finally saw a body in front of a broken stone door.

It was a very young girl...with a vicious stab wound on her back.He didn't know her, but he saw that her appearance had the characteristics of his own bloodline.

In this hazy moment, Azir left all thoughts about the empire and power behind, and he struggled to lift the daughter of Shurima.

After that, he followed the memories from thousands of years ago and walked out of the collapsed ruins, moving forward firmly in one direction.

His physical body was gradually recovering, but it was still incomplete.He took the girl's body to the place in his memory.

The former Oasis of Dawn.

The oasis has long since dried up, but with every step Azir takes closer, clear fresh water gushes out and fills the stone basin.Azir soaked the girl's body in the healing waters of the oasis. The blood dissipated, leaving only a shallow scar from the fatal stab wound.

The blood of Shurima will be resurrected in this holy spring.

Azir watched quietly from the side, feeling an unparalleled tranquility in his heart - watching the girl in front of him gradually come back to life, his anger that had erupted again after being dormant for thousands of years miraculously became calmer. .

The next moment, the yellow sand under his feet erupted with a dazzling light.

It's... the ancient magic of Shurima.

Shurima recognized him again.

The yellow sand began to melt, and the scorching heat came with the sacred pillar of fire.Azir first felt pain - his broken body was once again burned by this terrible solar energy.But soon, he felt an extremely comfortable warmth again.

Pillars of fire lifted him into the air, and Shurima's magic brought him to life again, reshaping his body into what an ascended one should be.The immortal brilliance of the sun poured into his body, molding his majestic eagle armor appearance.

At the same time, he also sensed a powerful force in his repaired body - an unprecedentedly powerful force.

Thousands of years ago, he also learned a lot of powerful magic, but in front of this power...the magic that the great magicians painstakingly studied was simply child's play!

"This is...the power that should belong to me..."

Azir's voice was still hoarse, but the majesty revealed in it already gave him the aura of an emperor.

His voice was like putting a lot of yellow sand in his throat, but his power could control the sand.

He raised his hands.

The powerful power of ascension is connected to the former Shurima Empire.

Rumble... There was an earthquake. The yellow sand tilted like a waterfall, and the ruined city buried in the yellow sand slowly reappeared under the call of the power of the gods.

The entire ruined city shook off the dust that had covered it for hundreds of years and rose to the ground again.

Such a feat may not be easily accomplished even by a true god.

Azir stood at the top of the ruined city.

He held his scepter high, and the scorching sunlight shone directly on his golden eagle.

"Shurima...your emperor is back!"