Chapter 386 Ancient Sarcophagus of Soul Flame
Vicoula, Lower City.
Under the scorching sun, raging flames burned the dilapidated buildings, and red blood stained the yellow sand road.
Facing the scene of endless hell, Nasus walked forward with his head held high, wearing the armor of the Ascended One and holding a long-handled battle ax.
His figure is like a god descending, full of majesty belonging to the ancient Shurima Empire.
With every step he took, Nasus' eyes filled with anger.
He saw the tribal warriors controlled by Xerath slaughtering the Shuriman people wantonly.
Their eyes lost their light, leaving only emptiness and cruelty.
“There is no dawn without darkness!”
[Soul Flame]!
Deep purple power extended under Nasus' feet, like a ferocious opening in the earth, with flames of death pouring out, carrying the dual meaning of destruction and rebirth.
A purple flame suddenly appeared on all the tribal warriors who had touched the soul flame, burning their empty souls.
They struggled painfully in the flames, but as time passed, their struggles quickly stopped.
The soul that was once lost turned into ashes under the flames of death, along with the body.
Nasus' eyes were cold as he looked at the tribal warriors who had turned to ashes one by one, without any pity or wavering.
They may have once been the tribesmen around Wycaura, but now they are just puppets controlled by arcane powers.
Nasus gripped the long-handled battle ax tightly and stepped forward to protect the surviving Shuriman people on Vikoala.
Just like thousands of years of war, save these mortals who are sinking in the world.
Seeing the tall figure of Nasus, the surviving Shuriman people saw a glimmer of hope and began to shout Nasus's name loudly.
Surrounded by clouds and mist, and surrounded by wind.
Huo Jixing stood in the sky and looked back at Nasus, his dark pupils filled with red-gold flames.
[Suzaku·Red Eyes and Fire Eyes]!
He saw that within Vicolan, there were once tens of thousands of clouds, but now a small half of them were lost out of thin air, and the remaining clouds were dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Huo Jixing ignored the white clouds of ordinary people, but stared at the colorful clouds that represented extraordinary beings.
Clang!
He pulled out the [Spiritual Wind] from his waist, and the blue cloud pattern lit up with a dim brilliance.
These extraordinary beings were not worthy of his full strength, but time was running out and he needed to enter the tomb of the emperor as soon as possible.
Buzz!
The turquoise light flashed, and the Huoji star disappeared in place.
When he reappeared, he came to a solid yellow sand street. In front of him was a middle-aged man wearing light armor.
Ancient marks were engraved on the crazy face, and the brown and yellow light covered the strong and barbaric body. The heavy ax in his hand knocked open the heads of the resisters at his feet, and the face was stained with red blood and white liquid.
Hearing the sound of wind behind him, the middle-aged man, who was obviously a tribal warrior, immediately turned around and looked for the enemy.
But the next moment!
He only saw a flash of cold green light, and then darkness struck, taking away his life.
“Good luck.”
Huo Jixing kicked the corpse of the tribal warrior and used [Spiritual Wind] to pick up a bone bracelet from his wrist.
Low-level magic rune items can increase the user's physical strength.
He did not hesitate and chose to break it down and then choose the next target.
The howl of the wind sounded, with a mixture of death and mourning, blowing through Vikoula, which was watered by blood and fire.
Huo Jixing relied on the power of Qinglong Constellation to transform into a high-end hunter, hunting down the chosen target in the chaotic Vicorali.
The extraordinary beings who were usually aloof and self-proclaimed not only became Xerath's arcane puppets, but also became as fragile as straw under Huo Jixing's sword and fell down one after another.
As far as the eye can see, the corpses of extraordinary beings lie on the blood-stained ground.
It is difficult for them to have an enemy together, creating Huo Jixing as a synonym for death.
However, the extraordinary beings in Shurima continent are somewhat poor.
Among the targets hunted by Huo Jixing, only a few have magic rune items, and most of them are low-level.
This made him slightly disappointed, but it did not affect his hunting pace.
Huojixing needs enough magic rune items, so what he can do now is to hunt down those arcane puppets controlled by Xerath.
If you are lucky, you will occasionally find one or two missing magical rune items among the broken corpses scattered all over Vicora.
"Sun Temple?"
In front of the solemn temple.
Huo Jixing smelled the smell of war and blood in the wind, looked up at the sun disk covered with a layer of blue arcane energy, and thought deeply.
When the tribal warriors guarding the door saw Huo Jixing falling from the sky, they immediately clasped the spears in their hands and rushed in like a tide.
The blue fire with the power of Xerath burned in their eyes. They did not know what fear was and surrounded Huo Jixing.
Huo Jixing did not panic at all, standing quietly on the spot, holding the sword flower lightly, scanning the empty eyes of each warrior and the blue fire burning in the pupils.
“Kill! Kill! Kill!”
Chaotic footsteps merged with unconscious roars.
The armored tribal warriors turned into irrational beasts, raised their spears, and stabbed Huo Jixing.
However, they were greeted by a flash of green sword light, like an angry dragon with pale horns, rampaging in front of the temple.
The ferocious dragon horn instantly crushed the solid armor and penetrated the bodies of the tribal warriors.
The sharp dragon claws slapped their heads, making a dull cracking sound.
Just a moment. Under the green sword light, a blood-stained road was left in the open space in front of the temple.
Huo Jixing followed this path and entered the Sun Temple.
In the temple of Huanghuang Yeye, blue arcane energy fills the air, making this rebuilt temple a bit strange and mysterious.
Huo Jixing looked around and saw many corpses of temple guards, randomly discarded in corners.
When he walked into the center of the temple, the bloody scene in his field of vision made him tremble.
Many residents of Vicoula fled to the Sun Temple, hoping to be protected by the Sun Disk and the Priests.
But now, they have all become cold corpses, and the corpses have been desecrated and placed in strange postures.
I saw these corpses with their arms bent forward and their heads on the ground, like curled up pilgrims. Red blood gathered under their bodies and flowed along the blue rune array.
“Is this a ritual formation used for sacrifice?”
Huo Jixing frowned and examined the center of the temple with his red-gold eyes.
The sacrificial array in front of him was somewhat similar to the blood witchcraft array arranged by Vladimir that he had seen before.
The arcane puppets who were placing corpses in the center of the temple seemed to have noticed the intruder and quickly turned around.
The blue flames swayed in the pupils, reflecting Huo Jixing's tall figure.
Roar!
With low roars, they rushed towards Huo Jixing with bloody blades and spears.
Huo Jixing swayed, thrust out the sword in his hand, and easily killed the three people in front of him.
Immediately afterwards, he stepped forward continuously, floating like green wind through the center of the temple.
Pfft! Poof!
Behind him, the bodies of the arcane puppets stood stiffly in place.
Then it split into two parts, fell into the sacrificial circle, and merged with the dead residents of Wekaura.
There are just a lot of arcane puppets gathered in the temple. They seem to be endless, rushing towards Huo Jixing without fear of death.
Every time Huo Jixing kills a group, new arcane puppets will be added to fill the gap.
"So many?"
Huo Jixing's eyes flickered and a smile appeared on his lips. It seemed that this sacrificial circle was more important than imagined.
"Then I'll kill you all!"
Huo Jixing let out a breath, and the green sword light filled the temple like dense clouds.
His swordsmanship has already reached the level of a master with the blessing of Xingxiu talent.
Every time the sword light falls, an arcane puppet will be destroyed and fall into a pool of blood.
After a while.
All the arcane puppets in the center of the temple were emptied, leaving only the strong smell of blood.
After dealing with these arcane puppets, Huo Jixing came to the stone steps of the temple. Just as he was about to climb up the steps, he seemed to think of something.
He looked at the sacrificial array behind him, and red-gold flames lit up on his fingertips.
Poof!
The fire of Nanli fell, and the raging flames ignited, burning all the corpses, leaving a clean and tidy ground.
Huo Jixing then walked towards the top of the temple with satisfaction.
As he approached, the air at the top of the temple seemed to solidify, and he could feel the powerful arcane energy raging, trying to stop him.
Obviously, the dark beings who control the Temple of the Sun feel threatened by him.
“We can’t play anymore.”
Huo Jixing looked back at the approaching Nasus aura, and his smile faded.
He put his feet on the ground, jumped up, and waved a bright green sword energy from the spiritual wind in his hand, like a blue dragon rising out of the sea, soaring into the sky.
The arcane energy raging in the air was quickly wiped out under the sword energy.
Huo Jixing fell down and stood in front of the sun disk, sizing up this majestic building.
The Sun Disk was once a symbol of the most glorious period of the ancient Shurima Empire, from which countless Ascended warriors were born.
Although the sun disk in front of me is extremely rough, it still exudes an awe-inspiring atmosphere.
Even the covering arcane energy cannot conceal it.
"Sure enough, the sun disk has the power of magic runes."
Huo Jixing looked at the sun disk that was so close, like a black moon, and sighed softly.
This is also his purpose.
Just when Huo Jixing wanted to step forward and touch the sun's disk.
The arcane energy covering the surface rippled, and a hazy phantom appeared above the sun's disk.
It is an ancient sarcophagus with crackling dark energy, wrapped in pig iron chains and embedded in endless darkness.
Suddenly.
On the ancient sarcophagus, two faint blue light spots lit up like eyes, like the supreme gods, overlooking Huo Jixing.
"The sarcophagus. Is the arcane energy still in the seal of Xerath?"
Huo Jixing's thoughts flashed through him, and he vaguely understood who was sealed in the ancient sarcophagus.
“Suddenly appeared in front of me, are you trying to stop me?”
“And in this manner?”
(End of this chapter)