Chapter 396 Azir returns from the battle between brothers
Boom!
A deafening roar came from the nearly collapsed dark room.
Nasus' expression became solemn. He lowered his eyes and looked at the torn ground. He could clearly detect a violent force, waiting for an opportunity like a wild beast.
Doubt flashed across his deep eyes. This power was inexplicably familiar, as if it existed in a distant memory.
Wow!
The darkroom floor was shattered, and a huge black shadow covered in dust appeared in the field of vision.
“Rekton!?”
Nasus looked at the huge crocodile beast in front of him and spoke in shock.
But this was not the Renekton he was familiar with.
The golden Ascended One's armor, once a symbol of glory, was covered with traces of spell bombardment.
On the strong scaly body, the hideous wounds healed one after another, seeming to record the bloody battles that passed.
The soft and hard crocodile skin shines with emerald and fishy red luster under the golden light.
What made Nasus feel uneasy the most was that those golden eyes no longer held the firmness they once had, but instead showed red hatred.
Nasus felt worried, wondering what happened to Renekton.
He stepped forward, trying to say something to his brother Renekton, who had been away for thousands of years, to express his thoughts, and to understand what he had experienced.
However, when he got closer, he felt a strong aura of hostility and danger from Renekton's body.
"Rekton, what's wrong with you?"
Nasus stopped slowly, his voice trembling, and he seemed at a loss.
His thousands of years of self-exile on the continent of Shurima are a redemption for his wrong decision a thousand years ago, and a mourning for the heavy guilt in his heart.
He watched helplessly as his younger brother, who had lifted him up, fell into the unfathomable darkness with Xerath, forever isolated from the world.
However, what Nasus was waiting for was Renekton's roar filled with murderous intent.
“Nasus, destruction is coming!”
[Ultimate Dominance]!
The dark energy in Renekton's body burst out instantly, covering his scaly body, making the crocodile monster grow in size out of thin air, filling his heart with hatred and anger.
Compared to Nasus's mountainous body, it was evenly matched, no less.
There is a dark storm swirling around the crocodile monster's body, swallowing up all the breath of life.
【Rampage】!
Rekton looked at the figure with a wolf-dog face deep in his memory, grinned, raised his crescent blade, and charged forward.
Boom!
The air exploded and energy surged.
Rekton rushed in front of Nasus, and the two mountain-like Ascended Ones collided.
Clang!
The crescent moon's long blade slashed down, making a thunderous metal collision with the long-handled battle axe.
Rekton looked up, his red eyes reflecting Nasus' concerned face, which was quickly covered with hatred.
He opened his mouth wide and let out a low and hostile roar that spread through the air like a sea wave.
"Slaughter! Massacre!"
In the furious voice, Renekton raised the long crescent blade in his hand and forcibly lifted the long-handled battle ax that Nasus was holding tightly.
"Rekton, what are you doing?" Nasus' eyes flashed with anxiety.
“Wake up!”
During the wrestling process, he still didn't forget to call Renekton's name.
However, what awaits Nasus is Renekton's spinning crescent blade and his undisguised brutal killing intent.
[Tyrant Strike]!
I saw Renekton leaning forward, using the strength of the two sides' wrestling, half-rotating his body, and waving the long crescent blade.
Nasus was caught off guard and almost lost his long-handled battle ax in his hand. He raised it high, which also opened the door in front of him.
Renekton glared angrily, not letting go of such an opportunity, and charged forward again, leaving a hideous scar on Nasus' chest with his long crescent blade.
Immediately afterwards, his shoulder hit Nasus, causing Nasus to stagger back.
“Death!”
Rekton stared at the familiar face of the jackal in front of him, his whole body boiling with rage.
He followed closely, jumped up, and slashed at Nasus' head with his long crescent blade.
Sonorous!
At this critical moment, the power of death surged in Nasus' body. He stabilized his body, raised his long-handled battle ax, and firmly held the fallen crescent blade.
The terrifying confrontation of forces turned into a substantial aftermath that spread, shattering the floor and walls of the dark room.
He looked directly at his brother who was close at hand, recalling what Xerath said -
Under his influence, Renekton had already turned into a bloodthirsty beast!
But Nasus knew his brother better than Xerath did.
Xerath only saw Renekton transformed into a beast, but forgot that sleeping inside him was a noble warrior of the gods.
Rekton selflessly gave his life for his brother, and willingly sacrificed everything to save his country from a traitor.
Xerath completely forgot these things, but Nasus never would.
If Renekton's consciousness can still be saved, then there must be a part of him that remembers his former bravery.
Now, Nasus can awaken this concern in his heart, and maybe he can save Renekton from the abyss of madness.
“Sorry, Renekton, I have to do this.”
Nasus looked deeply at Renekton, who looked like an ancient ferocious beast in front of him, and the dark flesh and blood filled with emotion. Rich deep purple glow.
【Soul-sucking Strike】!
Nasus was completely ruthless, preparing to use the power of death to strike Renekton's soul and call back his brother.
His eyes shone with determination and hope, and the power of death brewing in his body wrapped around the ax blade.
Then he roared at Renekton and rushed towards him like a strong wind in the desert.
This roar sounded the clarion call for the intensifying war and completely ignited the fight.
In the broken dark room, Nasus and Renekton fought fiercely while breaking the solid sealing wall.
The battlefield between the two also entangled from the dark room to the mausoleum palace.
This once glorious golden palace has become a new battlefield for brothers to fight. The battle storm formed by the two has torn everything in the golden palace to pieces.
The roars of Nasus and Renekton sounded alternately. The mausoleum palace seemed to be caught in an earthquake, with fragments and stones of the palace dancing in the air.
From time to time, Nasus's firm voice still sounds in the storm.
“Rekton, you can’t give up on yourself like this.”
"We swore together to protect this land and our home."
"Your hatred and anger will only make you lose your way and lead to destruction. You must find your own will and defeat the darkness. ! ”
Chi Chi!
In the chaotic battle storm, the sound of weapons cutting flesh sounded.
Nasus used his body to resist the blow of the crescent blade, and then swung his battle ax and hit Renekton hard on the shoulder.
The purple light splashed away, and the soul flames covered the surface of the scale body.
Rekton was struck by the power of death on his soul, and complex emotions gradually flashed through his scarlet pupils, as if he was struggling and fighting.
But soon, dark power filled the air, suppressing his reason, arousing the anger in his body, and continued to attack Nasus.
"Hurry up and find your will."
Seeing that his soul attack was effective, Nasus relied on his immortal body to exchange wounds with Renekton like crazy.
The blood flowing from the two ascendants burned and eroded the yellow sand, and the permeating soul flames rose like a wave.
"I need you, Renekton."
From the corner of his eye, Nasus noticed the change in the dome, Sivir falling into Xerath's hands.
“Without you, I can’t kill Xerath!”
With Nasus’ current strength, it is simply impossible to defeat Xerath.
Only by awakening Renekton and the two of them working together might it be possible to accomplish all this.
Time is running out.
Nasus swung his battle ax and frequently struck Renekton's soul with the power of death, hoping to awaken his lost nature.
But Renekton, who has been eroded by the power of darkness for thousands of years, is not so easy to wake up.
In the current situation, Nasus can only place his hope on Sivir.
To be precise, it's her bloodline.
Belonging to Azir’s bloodline!
Palace dome.
The thunder clouds transformed by arcane energy obscured the glow of the golden gem.
“Owner of Azir’s bloodline, do you want to wait for Nasus to save you?”
Xerath stared at Sivir who was bound by arcane chains in front of him, his blue eyes trembling slightly.
"It's a pity that he can't protect himself now!"
Xerath smelled the extremely familiar smell of blood, and he still remembered it even after thousands of years.
The power of Azir.
The brother he buried with his own hands!
However, to Xerath's surprise, Sivir, who became a prisoner, just looked at him coldly and said nothing.
“What a similar personality!”
Xerath looked at Sivir’s face and could faintly see a corner of Azir.
He couldn't help but recall Azir's growth experience, from an ordinary prince to the supreme emperor of the Shurima Empire.
Sivir gave up her struggle completely. Xerath's power was far beyond her ability.
But she was not in a hurry, because she felt that the power of the sun was reviving in her body, and the scorching flames were burning the arcane energy that had invaded her body.
Xerath seemed to have noticed something, and his blue eyes suddenly lit up, looking down at the palace below that was almost collapsed due to the battle between Nasus and Renekton.
What unknown changes are happening!
But he couldn't see it.
“He’s coming back!”
Sivir murmured, and a figure wearing golden armor and an eagle-beaked helmet was reflected in his pupils.
Hearing the voice in his ears, Xerath's expression changed drastically. A special aura emerged from the depths of the collapsed palace.
"How is it possible? I witnessed you falling from the altar and being swallowed by the fire of the sun."
Xerath's blue flame eyes trembled violently, as if he had seen something unbelievable Things are happening.
Wandering in endless time.
Azir had forgotten many things, and his last memories were of intense pain and fire.
He didn’t know what happened at the top of the Temple of the Sun, nor what happened to his empire.
He was lost in annihilation and could not feel the existence of time. Until not long ago, a descendant of his blood spilled blood on the ruins of the mausoleum palace.
Azir was reborn, but not completely: his body was little more than moving, physical dust, held together by his last vestiges of unyielding will.
He staggered forward among the ruins and met a strange girl who was seriously injured.
Azir confirmed that he did not recognize her, but he saw that her appearance had the characteristics of his own bloodline.
All thoughts of empire and power were forgotten by him. He picked up the daughter of Shurima and carried her to the place where the Oasis of Dawn was once located.
The oasis has long since dried up, but every time Azir takes a step closer, clear fresh water gushes out and fills the basin made of stones.
Azir soaked the girl in the healing waters of the oasis. The blood disappeared and the fatal stab wound was almost healed.
Because of this selfless act, Azir once again felt the familiar power of the sun nourishing his body.
He needed time. The power of Shurima's sun gave him hope of rebirth, and his body gradually reshaped into what an ascended person should look like.
While Azir was waiting.
He suddenly felt that his only bloodline owner was in mortal danger.
“Who is harming the blood of the royal family of the Shurima Empire?”
(End of this chapter)