The Glory of Noxus

Deep in the mausoleum palace.

The Shurima Empire, a great power that once almost ruled the Rune Land, left behind the power of rising again in this emperor's tomb.

Azir, the former emperor of the empire, slowly stood up, and a little life emerged in his golden eyes.

His figure was unusually tall, like an unshakable towering mountain.

At this moment, the immortal light of the sun poured into his body like a golden waterfall.

In the blazing light, Azir's body changed, and a golden armor like an eagle covered his body, sharp and majestic, making people dare not look directly at it.

As the armor was cast, it gave him the ability to control the yellow sand.

Azir raised his hands, awakened the power of the sun in his body, and prepared to raise the sun disk in the ruins of the palace again.

But the power seemed not enough.

Azir still stayed in this unknown land, and the power of the sun flowing in his body was still building his body.

"Hurry up, faster!"

Azir looked urgent, and he could vaguely see the energy fluctuations generated by the outside world.

But before returning to the world, he needed to find out what happened last on the day of his ascension.

The wind blew up the sands, recreating the last moments of his city.

Azir stood there, letting the sands replay everything.

Echoes of the past rang out.

Azir saw his mortal body rise into the air, approaching the sun disk.

He opened his arms and arched his back, ready to welcome the ascension ceremony.

The endless power of the sun penetrated him, blended with his existence, and injected the sacred power into his body.

A familiar figure formed by dust appeared in front of him.

It was his most familiar and trusted servant and friend, his wizard -

Xerath!

His friend uttered a word.

Azir saw his body fall from the altar like glass, and exploded into fine sand-like dust in the fire of the sun.

"Xerath!?"

Azir looked at the face of the murderer, and an unknown anger rose in his heart.

The phantom of Xerath made of sand and dust rose higher and higher, and the energy of the sun disk was concentrated on him.

The elite Ascended guarding the palace rushed toward him.

But they were too late.

A devastating blast of dust burst forth, disintegrating the last remnants of Shurima.

Azir stood alone in the echoes of the past as the dust settled.

In the vision of his death, his family appeared before him, presented in perfect detail and heartbreakingly real.

His pregnant wife; her shy daughter holding his wife's hand; his son holding his head high, almost a man.

Azir could see the changes in their faces clearly.

Although he knew what was happening next, he could not avoid it.

His daughter hid her face in the folds of his wife's skirt; his son reached for his sword and screamed; his wife. Her eyes were wide, full of sadness and despair.

Then, the raging power of the sun destroyed them and they disappeared.

It was too much to bear, but there were no tears in Azir's eyes, only raging anger.

"Zerath, your sins are unforgivable!"

"I will never allow you to come back!"

Zerath looked down at the mausoleum palace that was undergoing unknown changes, and sensed the looming breath of life of Azir, and said in a fierce voice.

He keenly realized that the terrifying power hidden in this emperor's tomb was rapidly consuming.

And this was a scene he had never seen in the thousand years he had been sealed here.

"Is it providing energy for Azir's return?" Zerath thought to himself.

He let go of Sivir, pointed at the palace below with disgust, and said viciously.

"If you want to come back, I will bury you under the yellow sand first and imprison you forever!"

[Arcane Ritual]!

Zerath no longer concealed his true power and ascended to his true form.

At this moment, Zerath's arcane energy body was as dazzling as a newborn star, and the sarcophagus chains covered with arcane flames were retracted into his body.

Behind him, the thunder sea cloud layer transformed by arcane energy rioted.

Arcane comets with blue and white flames appeared one after another like huge meteorites, gathering at the dome.

"See my power!"

Xerath looked down at the palace below, which was undergoing unknown changes, and completely released his arcane energy, ignoring the battle between Renekton and Nasus.

Boom! Boom!

The blue and white arcane meteorites seemed to have descended like a natural disaster, bombarding with an unstoppable force, pushing the mausoleum palace into the abyss of chaos and destruction.

The dome was completely broken, and the arcane meteorites fell like dense raindrops. Every impact was accompanied by a shaking earthquake, and deadly fire also fell from the sky, covering all the areas below.

In an instant!

The mausoleum palace was falling apart, and every arcane meteorite that fell to the ground burst into fierce flames, destroying everything it touched.

Under the impact of this force, the golden palace group turned into a tsunami-like fluid to meet the meteor-like waterfall, and the solid walls collapsed and melted.

Even this emperor's tomb, after losing the hidden power of the sun, could not withstand Xerath's arcane cleansing.

The ground of the city streets outside the palace began to break, and many buildings collapsed like dominoes.

The golden gems on the dome also lost their protective power at this moment and fell from the height.

Darkness came, and only the flames ignited overturned the emperor's tomb, a messenger of destruction, sweeping through the stretching buildings.

All of a sudden.

Only the roar of flames and the sound of collapsing buildings echoed through the empty ruins.

When the end of destruction approaches, Nasus and Renekton, who are fighting, are also affected in vain.

Falling arcane meteorites, burning blue and white flames, and collapsed wreckage buried the two people who were caught off guard.

Nasus was already seriously wounded and was at the end of his strength when fighting Renekton, and now he was being wiped out by Xerath's arcane spells.

He felt that his muscles and bones forged by the scorching sun were easily broken like rotten wood and buried in the collapsed ruins.

Is darkness coming again?

Nasus's mountain-like body returned to the level of a normal ascended person, but his vision was covered with a layer of darkness.

"Is it death?"

His eyes wandered in the darkness, and he saw a pair of red eyes staring at him.

"No, this is not death!"

Those were Renekton's eyes, which protected him at critical moments, but at this moment, his eyes were full of struggle.

"Nasus, my brother, I am trying to find my will."

Renekton's tone was extremely heavy, containing a variety of emotions, including resentment, anger, reason, etc.

"But it takes time!"

When Nasus heard Renekton's voice, a joyful smile appeared on his scarred face.

He wanted to reach out his arms and hug his brother.

But Renekton dodged his hand, shook his head and said, "I can't accept your touch yet."

"My body is still full of dark power. But I will work hard to control it until I find my true self and come to you again."

After saying that, Renekton didn't wait for Nasus's answer. He endured the pain, pushed away the dust accumulated on his back, swung the crescent blade, carved out a passage, and disappeared into the depths of the ruins.

"Azir, can you come back?"

The scorching hurricane is filled with Xerath's vicious words, and the madness from ancient times is torturing others as its most intoxicating pleasure.

"Haha, I will personally destroy your emperor's tomb and strangle your way back."

Xerath hangs high in the dome, like a god in arcane light.

The arcane ritual just now released most of the ascension power left in his body.

But the good news is that the results are good.

The Tomb of the Kings was completely destroyed, and Nasus was buried in the ruins below. Renekton continues to endure the darkness.

And he was completely free.

As long as he returns to the continent of Shurima and stays for a while, he will become more powerful than ever.

Xerath moved his eyes, looking for Sivir who had disappeared, but unexpectedly noticed something strange.

His expression changed, and he looked towards the entrance of the Tomb of the Emperor. Two extremely powerful auras suddenly appeared and rushed over quickly.

"What is Xerath doing?"

Huo Jixing stood in the ruins of the mausoleum palace, with green clouds rising beside him, resisting the impact of arcane meteorites.

He was originally watching a show, enjoying the fight between Nasus and Renekton's brothers, and spying on the Ascended One's specific strength.

It must be said that even in a weak state, Nasus still has the power to step into the legend.

Renekton is even more wild, and his killing skills are at their peak. In his darkened form, he is slightly stronger than Nasus.

However, just as he was watching with great interest, Xerath suddenly launched a large-scale arcane attack for some reason.

With Chi Yu in trouble, he could only try his best to protect Caterina and Cassiopeia.

Wait until Xerath stops his attack.

Huo Jixing saw the former emperor's tomb turned into ruins, arcane flames burning wantonly, as far as the eye could see, as if the end was coming.

At the same time, he also realized that the bloodline seal of the Emperor's Tomb had expired.