Chapter 382 Descendants of the Eagle King in the Sun Temple
Sun Temple!
Nasus looked up at the towering and majestic golden building in front of him, looking a little disappointed, and many memories of the past flashed through his mind.
But compared to the huge temple that was once the heart of the Shurima Empire, this temple can only be regarded as a child's toy.
It is made of sandstone and bare reefs hammered out by chisels. The rough traces are not modified too much, and the sizes of the stones are also unequal.
It comes from human hands and ends in human conditions.
Far inferior to the former temple, it was the envy and jealousy of all the forces in Valoran. Kings from far away came from thousands of miles away just to see its elegance.
The so-called remembrance of future generations is this pile of shameless stones?
Nasus lowered his head, his scholar's heart filled with shame.
The library he established has long been lost in the long river of history, leaving nothing useful to future generations.
As he approached, the dark outer walls of the Temple of the Sun shone like basalt.
Nasus could see the mortise and tenon joints of different sizes inside through the spliced wall panels.
On the top of the temple, a golden sun disk hung. Even if Nasus looked at it from a distance, he could see that there was no gold on it, just a forged alloy of bronze and copper.
In addition, the sun disk that Nasus worshiped when he transformed into his ascended form was suspended in the air, but the copper disk was suspended by a few hemp ropes and hung on both sides by several different ropes. on symmetrical columns.
“Is this still a solar disk?”
The anger in Nasus's eyes was almost undisguised, and he wanted to get angry.
He and countless Ascended warriors fought bloody battles for the empire, but today's people will only use this ugly way to commemorate their motherland.
He wanted to wake them up and tell them that their ancestors had fought desperately to gain the solemn history of the empire.
But the residents of Vikora seemed ignorant, their eyes were clouded, and they had no way of understanding what he knew about the former glory of the Shurima Empire.
And now Nasus cannot make them understand.
Under the bright sunshine, a clergyman wearing a feather robe stood in front of the disk, raising his hands in a praying posture.
"Will he be the owner of the Ascended One's bloodline?"
Nasus walked firmly to the front of the temple and saw the steps at the four corners. Jagged stones.
Two warriors wore fitted armor made of copper sheets and wore feathered animal-shaped helmets on their heads, guarding the stairs.
They heard footsteps and turned to look at Nasus.
Nasus recognized what the helmets they wore meant, and looked slightly hesitant.
The animal heads on the warrior helmets have protruding muzzles. One is a crude imitation of the long snout of a crocodile, and the brim of the other is shaped like a roaring jackal.
“Who is it?”
The two warriors stepped forward, thrust out their spears, and pointed them at Nasus, intercepting him.
Nasus fell into silence. He had wandered in the mortal world for too long, silently paying for his sins in the long and bleak self-exile.
But now, the days of anonymity are over.
Nasus no longer wanted to hide his face in darkness.
He took off Shenpai's robe and stood up straight. Divine power and magic filled the Ascended One's armor.
When heroes were still walking among mortals, he existed as an Ascendant.
“It is the lost son of the desert, Nasus!”
Many of the ordinary residents of Wycaura have never actually met Nasus.
They had only heard of Nasus' name in the myths of the ancient Shurima Empire.
Hearing the voice of the warrior, many people nearby looked over and saw the existence recorded in the mythical story
Nasus, the solemn and majestic ascendant with a dog's head and a human body.
His physical body has been sublimated and reshaped by the magic of the sun disk, turning into a jackal-headed demigod with an obsidian body.
His chest and shoulders were clad in time-worn golden armor, and tied with a votive girdle bearing the Shurima sigil.
Nasus ignored the comments of the people nearby and took off the long-handled battle ax on his back.
The sharp ax blade shines with piercing light, and the aquamarine gem inlaid in the center drinks the sunlight.
“Get out of the way!”
The warrior guard shrank his head timidly, but did not move his feet.
Nasus sighed, a hint of self-mockery appearing in his deep eyes.
As an ascended person respected by the people of the Shurima Empire, a figure comparable to the gods, he was actually stopped by a mortal.
He no longer hesitated, swung the ax and drew a half-arc back and forth in front of him.
The end of the ax handle was raised upwards, hitting the warrior on the left and throwing him thirty yards away.
Then the battle ax took advantage of the momentum and knocked down, and the other warrior fell into the soil, and the helmet with the jackal rolled down to his feet.
Nasus did not make a move, leaving the warrior groaning in pain, and stepped onto the first level of the steps with his clawed feet.
He climbed towards the top, where the sunlight from above was shining on the inferior metal disc.
Halfway up the climb, he looked out over the broken walls of Wekaula.
On three sides are barren sand dunes stretching to the end of the sky.
On the east side of the city, the land rose up to form a large area of hard, low foothills, covered with drought-tolerant desert palms and hard branches of the Banava tree, with root systems hundreds of meters long. Long, it penetrates deeply into the sand and sucks the water source.
The empty desert was exactly what Shurima looked like now, and Nasus felt a sense of sadness.
He recalled how prosperously countless lives bloomed when the Mother of Life nourished the earth.
Maybe Azir can bring Shurima back to life, but if not, it will be especially important to find someone with the blood.
More and more guards began to rush to the heights of the temple, shouting words that were inherited from ancient Shurima, but without any of the original elegance and sophistication.
Nasus didn't care. Most of these warrior guards were ordinary people and had no power to stop him from climbing.
It only takes a while.
He climbed to the highest point of the temple. The golden armor reflected the brilliant light, and the votive belts wrapped around his arms and belt danced in the wind.
He saw the reconstructed solar disk reflecting thousands of rays of sunlight.
The metal surface is much rougher than I remembered, and it obviously lacks polishing.
The hemp rope is extremely unsightly, and the meticulous clumsiness of the Wekaura people is fully exposed here.
There is almost no decoration on the top floor of the temple. There is no huge stone platform engraved with stars, no crimson curtains, and no relief sculptures of heroes who have passed the ascension ceremony.
At this moment, ten warriors wearing dusty cloaks and bronze plate armor stood between Nasus and the clergy.
Nasus' eyes narrowed and he noticed the appearance of the cleric.
The tall, thin and majestic man wore a robe covered with iridescent feathers, a pair of large sleeves like flying wings, and a turban like an ebony beak. The face under the turban looks noble, merciless, and awe-inspiring.
It was exactly the same as Azir's dress in his memory.
"Are you Nasus?"
The cleric spoke in a solemn voice. His voice was deep and broad, with a royal tone, but Nasus felt his fear.
Even for extraordinary beings, it is one thing to claim that they saw the arrival of gods, but it is another thing to see it with their own eyes.
The terrifying pressure almost made him feel suffocated and his legs trembled.
"Since you ask this question, it means that I have been gone for too long." Nasus put down his long-handled battle ax, held it in front of him, and said in a deep voice.
"Yes, I am Nasus."
"So, who are you?"
The cleric immediately straightened his back and puffed out his chest, like a mating cat. The male bird said with a proud expression. "Me? I am Azrahil Seramu, descendant of the Eagle King, the first forerunner of Vekora, the One of Light, the Light Walker, the Fire Keeper, the Dawnbringer——"
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“Descendants of the Eagle King?” Nasus interrupted him, his eyes narrowing.
"You said you are the blood of Emperor Azir?"
"Do you need to say it, I am."
The face of the priest became impatient and he looked in front of him The defending warriors' confidence returned to him bit by bit.
“Come on, tell me what you want.”
Nasus nodded, then drew his battle ax and held it with both hands across his chest.
"Your blood."
Time is running out, he must find the Ascended One's bloodline and strengthen the ancient seal before Xerath breaks the seal.
Boom!
Nasus slammed the metal ax handle into the ground, sending up a cloud of dust.
The smoke and dust stopped in the air, like a shimmering veil, and then surrounded the cleric and his warriors, falling slowly in circles.
"What are you doing?" The cleric looked horrified and asked sternly.
He immediately signaled the warriors to come forward and surround Nasus, while he prepared to slip away.
In the blink of an eye, the circular dust turned into a hurricane and swept across the top of the temple.
The warriors involuntarily stretched out their hands to cover their faces, while the priest couldn't see clearly, choked and coughed, and bent his waist so much that he almost doubled up.
Sandstorms are wrapped in furious winds from the deepest part of the desert, which can turn a group of Icasul into skeletons in an instant.
The armor was useless, the sand would find its way into every nook and cranny and scratch the skin.
The sun disk swayed back and forth in the strong wind summoned by Nasus, and the hanging ropes threaded in the iron rings became taut.
Nasus took action without warning. He swung a long-handled battle ax left and right, knocking the guards aside with the handle or the bladeless side.
He did not want to kill these people, after all, they were all descendants of Shurima. They just happened to be blocking his way.
He passed the tumbling and struggling bodies of the warriors and walked towards the priest.
When he walked up to the priest, he found the so-called descendant of the Eagle King lying on the ground curled up in a ball, covering his face with his blood-stained hands.
Nasus bent down, pinched the back of his neck and lifted him up so that his feet were a foot above the ground, as easily as a hound picking up a puppy.
Nasus leaned close to his face and looked at this guy carefully, somewhat doubting the blood in his body.
The priest's face was covered with blood rubbed out by the sand, and there were scarlet tears hanging on his cheeks, showing great fear.
Nasus let out a breath, not caring about the guy's injuries, and lifted him close to the sun disk.
Although this disc is a fake and not even half a cent of gold has been melted into it, it can still reflect sunlight, which is enough.
“You said you are a descendant of Azir, let’s test it.”
Nasus stretched out his left hand and pressed the cleric’s face onto the disk. The metal burned by the scorching sun burned on his injured skin, and he could only hear a scream.
Then Nasus tossed the sobbing man aside and stared at the hissing stream of blood on the disk.
The blood had been baked into brown lumps, and the smell of blood wafted into his nose.
"Your blood is... wrong, your blood does not belong to the ascended bloodline." Nasus was a little confused at first, and then said categorically.
“You are not the person I am looking for!”
However, at this moment, the surface of the sun’s disk lit up with a faint blue glow, covering the blazing heat of the sun.
Seeing this, Nasus' pupils narrowed.
He sensed the familiar presence of ancient magic, and a metallic taste filled his mouth.
At the same time, all his senses became sensitive at this moment.
“Zeras!”
Looking at the vision in front of him, Nasus said in a deep voice.
The awakened magic power is suspended above the sun disk, and the hazy light and shadow reflect an ancient sarcophagus-like thing.
That was the disobedient man of Shurima and the one who brought about the fall of the ancient empire.
He is about to completely break the seal!
“Nasus, long time no see!”
A low and hoarse voice sounded in Nasus’s ears, and majestic arcane energy emerged from the ancient sarcophagus.
“Are you going to seal me again?”
“Then, you have to hurry up, I will return to freedom soon!”
Before Nasus could answer, the hazy light and shadow shattered, and the sun disk became quiet again.
But the priest seemed to have exhausted all his life breath and turned into wind and sand and disappeared.
Nasus immediately realized that the priests had already become Xerath’s toys.
His arrival triggered the arcane magic in the opponent's body.
But this is not the end.
He sensed that in Vicoula and at the end of the distant horizon, countless people were coming, including many extraordinary beings.
And these crazy people have all become Xerath's arcane puppets and will launch an unrelenting attack on Nasus.
Under the dilapidated city wall of Vicoula, the sunlight slants on the stones full of traces of time, reflecting mottled light and shadow.
Huo Jixing and Cassiopeia walked along the street, keeping a certain distance between them.
Cassiopeia wore a dark linen cloak, which cleverly concealed her body, revealing only a pair of dark green eyes, which shone sharply in the gaps in the cloak.
"We need to buy some daily necessities." Her voice was a little low.
"The area of the lost ancient tomb is very complicated. Once we enter, we may spend a lot of time in it."
Huo Jixing nodded and casually took the turban from his headband. Pull out a few gold threads and place them in the palm of your hand.
They walked into the bustling trade area full of stalls and bought the food and water they needed, enough for a month.
Suddenly, Huo Jixing stopped in front of a stall and looked back at the sun disk suspended in the center of the city.
It's the sun disk!
He looked far away and saw a familiar yet unfamiliar figure under the sun's disk.
Nasus, God of Death in the Desert!
Immediately afterwards, a sudden change occurred, and the thousands of brilliant rays of light reflected on the surface of the sun's disk dimmed, and were covered by a layer of blue arcane energy, like a black moon rising, hanging above Over Vikora.
“Ancient Magic!”
Huo Jixing raised his eyebrows and his eyes fell on Cassiopeia, which was somewhat similar to the magical energy in her body.
Then he looked outside the city of Vicoula.
Under the red-gold eyes, many clouds came towards me, and the yellow sandy ground under my feet also trembled slightly.
At the end of the field of vision, a brownish-yellow cloud gathered under the blazing sunshine, which was the dust stirred up by the marching troops.
Huo Jixing saw sharp steel spears and strong black armor, some of which looked like equipment forged in Noxian forges.
"Shurima Rebels?"
Just why did they attack Vekora, who was rebuilding the Sun Disk?
No, it’s not an attack on Vikaula, it’s an attack on Nasus!
Huo Jixing quickly understood and was shocked and confused.
This group of Shurima people actually want to attack Nasus, who protects this continent and is known as the Lord of the Desert.
(End of this chapter)