Chapter 395 Desert Butcher Renekton
“Your Majesty Xerath, you are not going to stop me, are you?”
Hearing Huo Jixing’s words, Xerath’s Lan Yan's eyes flickered slightly, and the arcane energy behind him became restless.
The strange legendary strongman in front of him destroyed his dark sacrifice in Vicoula and killed his plan to consume Nasus' power.
Otherwise he wouldn’t have been entangled until now.
Xerath's mind was spinning, he suppressed the murderous intention in his heart, looked at Nasus who looked disappointed, and slowly shook his head at Huo Jixing.
"No!"
"I am about to break the seal of the power of Azir's bloodline, and then you can leave directly."
If it was in the heyday With the blessing of the sun's power and the increase in arcane energy, he would never let Huo Jixing leave like this.
Just like he once obliterated the old emperor of the Shurima Empire.
But he had just broken through the darkroom ban and was unable to stop the other party.
“The seal of the power of Azir’s bloodline?”
Huo Jixing raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Nasus and Sivir thoughtfully, guessing that this was due to their presence. What’s hidden in collaboration.
"Forget it, let's leave first." He thought to himself.
Only the chaotic continent of Shurima is in the interests of the Noxus Empire.
By leaving Nasus and Sivir behind, they might be able to check Xerath when the dragon returns to the sea.
Nasus noticed the change in Huo Jixing's attitude and felt helpless. He gasped amidst the rubble and ruins.
His left arm was broken and hung limply by his side. It was broken from shoulder to wrist and covered with traces of anxiety.
Nasus tried hard to hold himself up with his other hand, but white-hot pain came from the fracture in his spine, making it difficult for him to breathe.
Given time, his body can recover, but now, he has no time at all.
Xerath chuckled, understanding Nasus's thoughts: "You have fallen too deep, Nasus."
"As an Ascendant, you actually want to stop me through tactics. ”
Xerath approached Nasus, liquid arcane flames emerging from his fingertips.
"If it weren't for what you did to me, I would pity you."
"But during the time when you were wandering and blaming yourself, your spirit had already collapsed. .”
"Haha, it is better to be destroyed than to betray one's trust." Nasus laughed loudly and coughed up a large mouthful of blood.
"Even if you are now blessed with divine power, you are still a traitor and a slave."
He felt the anger of Xerath, which made him extremely happy.
Now he can only do this.
"I am not a slave. Azir's last command is to set me free."
Nasus looked extremely shocked when he heard this.
How is it possible that Xerath is free? This makes no sense
"Then why. Why betray Azir?"
"Azir is a fool, his grace comes too late." Xerath thought of the final confrontation with Azir. The scene where Zier meets.
Azir stood under the sun disk. Before the sun priests began the ceremony, he turned to face Xerath and granted him his freedom as promised.
All the slaves of Xerath and Shurima have been freed from their chains.
Azir also embraced Xerath, recognizing him as the brother he would never forget.
At that time, Xerath stood there, at a loss. He was given everything he had ever wanted, but his plan would definitely lead to Azir's death.
As of now, nothing can stop Xerath from continuing.
Everything has begun, there are too many links in operation, too many sacrifices have been made, and Xerath can no longer look back.
No matter how much he wanted to stop.
“No reason!”
Nasus howled in pain, and the broken bones in his shoulders began to come together again.
He felt the strength begin to return to the muscles of his arm, but he pretended that the arm was still a useless limb.
“What will you do if I die?”
Nasus was reminded of how much Xerath loved to talk in front of others.
"If you become the emperor, what will Shurima become?"
He tried hard to suppress the pain in his heart and shoulders, waiting for his body to slowly heal. Repair the injury.
Zerath shook his head, looked at the completely collapsed dark room, and saw the golden palaces.
“You actually think I can’t see that your body is healing itself?”
"Then get down and fight me!" Nasus pushed himself up, raised his long-handled battle ax, and the power of death emerged again.
"I have imagined your death a thousand times." Xerath said as he rose out of the dark room.
“But those were never made by my own hands.”
“The Desert Butcher will get what he deserves.”
Xerath’s body emits more energy than the sun. The disk also shines fiercely. Rocks and sand fell from the palace dome.
He wants to break the seal of the tomb palace and return to the mainland of Shurima.
“He will use his claws to peel off every inch of flesh on your body. Remember to thank me!”
Nasus’s eyes tightened, and he had a bad feeling in his heart, but his eyes Always locked onto Xerath.
Buzz!
The blue arcane energy spread all over the mausoleum and palace, making a dull sound like a thundercloud.
Sivir, who was hiding near the palace, looked at the arcane chains falling from the sky, and his expression suddenly changed.
[Spell Shield]!
【Swirling Blade】!
She first summoned a spell shield, intending to resist the falling arcane chains.
Then she waved the Chalikal in her hand like a boomerang.
The golden cross-shaped weapon glowed with icy cold light and rotated towards the arcane chains, intending to chop these energy bodies into pieces.
Clang!
The arcane chain fell and hit Chalikar accurately, making a metal-like sound. Then, the magic shield was broken, entangled in Sivir, and brought her towards Xerath suspended in the sky.
Sivir struggled violently. When she found that she could not break free, she couldn't help but look at Nasus.
Pray that this rumored ascendant with a dog's head and a human body can save himself.
But what I saw was a shocking scene.
[Am I God? ]
He no longer confirmed.
Maybe it was once, the golden disk in memory shines goldenly on the top of Wanqing Hall,
He remembered that his hands were holding a withered ancient man, and the two of them were carried to the sky by the radiance of the sun.
All his wounds were washed away and healed, and his body was reshaped by the light.
If this memory belongs to him, was he once a mortal?
He thought so, but couldn't remember clearly.
His thoughts were like a swarm of dune flies, jumbled memory fragments dancing furiously inside his narrow skull.
[What is reality? What am I now? ]
He looked at the dark crypts around him. Is this reality?
He felt so, but he was no longer sure he could trust his feelings.
Because in all his memories, all he experienced was darkness, terrible, endless darkness, wrapping around him like a shroud.
Later, the Whisperer found him.
The shadows cast by the walls snaked around him, murmuring and nourishing his pain.
He tightly covered his temples with his twisted and sharp claws, but he could not get this companion who followed him in the darkness out of his mind. He could never do it.
The Whisperer told him of his shame and sin, of the thousands of lives lost to him, of the souls who had not been born because of his failure.
A part of him thought this was just a lie, repeated too many times.
He can no longer distinguish between truth and lies.
The Whisperer reminded him of the days when he was cut off from light, and showed him the scene at the moment he was betrayed. The face of the wolf-dog who betrayed him looked down at him, driving him into the abyss of darkness for eternity.
His cloudy eyes began to fill with tears, and he wiped them away angrily.
The Whisperer knows every secret passage leading to his mind, distorting every fact and every virtue he once believed in, making him completely forget that he was once admired by everyone——
The God of Shurima!
Shurima, he vaguely remembered this name buried deep in his soul, but all his impressions were blurred and disappeared like a mirage.
The rest was sealed deep in his mind, locked tightly with crazy iron chains.
His eyes, once perceptive, were now blurred by eons spent in darkness.
His skin was once as hard as copper armor, but now it is dull, cracked and broken, and fine sand flows out from the wounds all over his body, like an executioner's hourglass. generally.
Maybe he is dying.
He thought he might die, but the thought didn't bother him too much.
He has lived too long and suffered too much to be afraid of the end.
The worst thing is that he is no longer sure whether he can die.
He looked at the weapon in front of him, a crescent-shaped long-blade ax with no handle -
It once belonged to a warrior king of Icathia.
At this time, he suddenly and briefly recalled a scene in his mind. He destroyed the ax handle and also destroyed the ax owner's army.
He remembered reforging the sharp weapon, but not why.
Perhaps he will tear out his own thick throat with this weapon and see what happens.
Is it blood or sand?
No, he will not die here.
Not yet.
The Whisperer tells him that he has a role to play in the stage of destiny.
He still has blood that has not yet been shed, and he still has hatred that has not yet been extinguished.
The figure with the wolf-dog face that drove him into darkness appeared in his mind. Every time he saw this face, his hatred and anger made him boil with rage.
He looked towards the broken cave. The shadows receded and the golden sunlight shone, revealing the original murals of mortals.
The ancient painting, peeling away to the point where it is almost impossible to see, depicts the desert city in all its glory.
The cool river flows through the elevated canals, and the sunshine brings the blessing of life. In front of you is a magnificent green field and a fertile land.
He saw an eagle-headed king standing on the top of a tall building, and a figure in black robes stood beside the king.
Below them were two giants wearing armor. One of them was a majestic crocodile beast holding a crescent-shaped long-blade ax; the other was a warrior scholar with the head of a wolf dog.
Time has eroded the wedge-shaped inscription under the image, but it is still enough for him to identify the name of the enemy who betrayed him.
"Brother Nasus"
The source of his pain and suffering was discovered, and his own identity emerged like the sun after a storm.
"I am Renekton!"
He hissed in anger through gritted teeth.
"I am the Desert Butcher!"
He raised the crescent blade, stood up straight and straightened his spine, and the old dust slipped from his armor.
The old wounds were closed and smoothed, the cracked skin was re-glued back together, his soft and hard crocodile skin regained its emerald luster, and he found his goal again.
Once, the sun reshaped him.
But now, darkness is his ally.
His monster-like body was full of energy, his muscles bulged, and his eyes burned with red hatred for Nasus.
He heard the Whisperer speak again, but he no longer obeyed the voice's call.
He clenched his paws into fists, touched the ax blade lightly, and saw the warrior with a dog's head and body above him.
He began to imagine Nasus under this blade.
"Blood debt! Blood payment!"
"You abandoned me in the darkness, then you will pay with your life for this betrayal!"
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