he came from the void

He just wanted to wake her up and let her make a choice between suffering and death.

Kahn swung the crossblade again. He was not good at using weapons, especially this kind of weird weapons, so his attacks were not extremely deadly, and there was always room to dodge.

And he could always feel a sense of resistance from the Chalikar, a weapon that always consciously avoided Sivir's weakness.

It can be said that as long as Sivir can overcome the severe pain that pulls her whole body, Chalikar will not be able to hurt her.

The branches of the blade fell towards Sivir's neck like a guillotine.

The latter reluctantly twisted her body ninety degrees enduring the pain, and the gleaming blade brushed against her neck and plunged into the brick.

Then he twisted the blade, and the angle formed by the two adjacent branches of the cross blade slashed towards Sivir's neck.

With a strong desire to survive, the latter once again exploded with amazing action power.

Chalikar trembled and was unwilling to fall, but she retracted her head in time before the blade locked her neck, turned over and rolled away two positions, looked at Kahn without saying a word, her face was distorted by the severe pain.

Kahn even threw Chalikar out to attack Sivir, she would definitely catch it with his backhand.

Thinking that the "reciprocity" was almost done, he removed the torture that the skin armor inflicted on her.

The severe pain subsided like a tide, and the blood seemed to flow back in the blood vessels again. Sivir's pale face soon became rosy, and he gasped heavily to let every cell exchange oxygen.

Kahn walked towards her again, which made Sivir feel like an enemy. She clenched her fists tightly and did not give up resistance completely.

But Kahn didn't intend to attack her anymore, he inserted Chalikar into the ground, just within her reach.

"Don't try again like this." Kahn stretched out his claws: "Is it better?"

Sivir was silent, looked at Chalikar who was within reach, and then at Kahn's expressionless face, then stretched out his hand.

"No more." Sivir took the hand and was pulled up, sat on the ground and wiped his forehead with the other hand and said as if he was about to die.

Sivir didn't even notice that the sweat was absorbed by the armor.

She laughed at herself: "It's better to have no chance at all."

Before, she was secretly thinking about whether she could fight Kahn after getting Chalikar, but now that her fantasy was ruthlessly crushed by the cold reality, she strangled the last bit of luck left in her heart.

Now she has clarified the fact that even with the addition of Charikar, the gap between her Kane does not see any possibility of tying.

She has already learned a lesson with malice in exchange for a lesson, and there will be no next time.

Forget it, at least it won't hurt if you don't resist. It's better to obey Kahn and try to enjoy the power he brought her.

Anyway, he just wanted to help him avenge himself, and he didn't let himself do what he didn't want to do, not to mention that he was a mercenary with no taboos.

After his revenge is over, he may be able to get rid of him, and it is not so difficult to accept after thinking about it.

"What are you in a daze for?" Kahn suddenly asked, interrupting Sivir's train of thought.

"Huh?" Sivir looked up at him, confused.

"Why don't you let go of my hand?" Kahn shook his paw.

It was only then that Sivir realized that he was so engrossed that he forgot to let go of the hand that Kahn used to support her, and unconsciously grasped it for a long time.

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"Through the skin armor, I can't feel it." Xivir let go of his claws and replied without changing expression.

This made Kahn look weird, because he was also covered with skin armor, and knew that the skin armor was not as dull as Sivir said.

But Sivir immediately changed the subject: "After getting Chalikar, what are we going to do next?"

"Wait for a sunny night to hold the ceremony."

Chalikar is not just a weapon, it is a key, a medium.

Under the moonlight, it can play its role as a medium.

"Oh." Sivir stood up, and at the same time pulled out the Chalikar, carrying it behind her back.

Kahn watched Charikar being fixed on Sivir's skin armor, and was amazed.

After a long time, these bone blades turned out to be weapon racks?

"I have another question, it's about the tomb of Setaka." The body surface was still aching, like a sequelae, Sivir twisted his wrist uncomfortably, and then lifted the skin armor.

"Ask, but I may not be able to answer it. I basically don't know much about this Ascended Martial Empress."

"Why when I left the mausoleum, I found that some traps had been triggered but no bones were left. This meant that someone had entered the mausoleum before me and left again, but why is Chalikar still in the mausoleum?"

Sivir looked at Kahn with great interest and looked at Chalikar with a pensive expression. She couldn't figure out what kind of thoughts the people who entered the tomb before her could turn a blind eye to such a magical weapon.

Nothing is brought in, and nothing is taken out, what is the purpose?

"Did he come in by mistake?"

Sivir was waiting for an explanation, maybe Kahn's ignorance would make her feel better, but Kahn asked her back, this question made her feel itchy.

"I don't think he has no idea about Chalikale. Maybe they put it back after using it?"

Kahn's words aroused Sivir's thinking, but she couldn't imagine who would put the chalkal back intact after using it up.

"Is there really such a person? Could it be that one of my ancestors did it, but since it is taken out, it should be passed down as a family heirloom, right? There is no reason to put it back, this weapon is not like What kind of evil thing needs to be sealed away from the light of day"

The emerald inlaid on the cross blade exudes a magical glow, but this glow is as pure as the sun and the moon, so it should be harmless.

As far as evil things are concerned, the void on them is the real most evil power.

"This may have something to do with the darkborn." Kahn told Sivir to stop thinking about it, as such unfounded guesses would be fruitless.

"Darkin?" Sivir repeated with a very unfamiliar accent.

"Darkborn are fallen gods."

Kahn remembered that the horror of the darkborn had long been forgotten by the world, a history that even the annals of history were unwilling to record.

"Can you tell me more about it?"

"Okay, let's talk together when Kai'Sa comes, she's taking a bath."

After a while, Kai'Sa came out with her wet hair, her cheeks were extremely moist from the steam, her eyes were misty, and her facial lines were clearly visible.

"Are you awake?" Seeing Sivir, she stopped shaking her wet hair and greeted her.

Sivir nodded, watching her walk up to Kahn, touching her nose affectionately, her lips seemed to touch without leaving any traces, and her peach eyes were full of a hazy feeling of being drunk but not drunk.

She shrank her neck tactically, and the saliva in her mouth kept secreting.

The current kid is really a ghost. She is in her 20s and has never even experienced a relationship. Others have shared the same bed since they were fifteen or sixteen.

However, Sivir understood why Kai'Sa was there when he heard Kahn talk about the Void War in Icacia.

Because the appearance of the Darkin has a great connection with the Icacias summoning the Void, everyone is a victim of the Void.

"The Icathians foolishly released the void, while Shurima successively mobilized almost all the Ascendants to form a defensive force. The war was finally won, and the abyss leading to another dimension was sealed by the god warriors."

"But the horrors of the war are endless, and those who survived have been changed forever. Although they are still loyal to guarding the glory of Shurima and obeying the emperor's command, in their hearts, evil spirits have quietly grown. .”

"Hundreds of years passed in the blink of an eye, and as Shurima fell in a massive explosion, the aftermath of the war began to be felt."

"Although the god warriors are immortal, they are still born with human hearts. The void pollutes their souls, and without beliefs to protect, the humble ambitions of the past resurface."

"They have learned the forbidden witchcraft, and gradually feel that they are the most reasonable successors in this world. They form a fragile alliance to fight each other, and start a thousand-year-long dark era of separatism. For the bloody and brutal demon butcher."

"The displaced mortals call the new tyrant a darkin, which in the ancient language roughly corresponds to a veiled curse: the fallen."

Kahn briefly talked about the origin of the Darkborn War, and the remaining two fell into a long silence.

It turns out that the void can not only devour flesh and blood, but can even erode the mind.

They can't help but start to worry about themselves, is the void skin armor on their bodies really just enough to stay on the surface?

The void is so greedy, they will not be satisfied.

Kai'Sa looked at Kahn's left eye and secretly made up her mind.

The eternal flame is bound to be won.

"So Shurima's disorganized state has a lot to do with the Darkin?"

It can be said that the dark descendants are the poison left in the human world after the void was sealed. These fallen god warriors have been harming the world for thousands of years, and their impact on human civilization is no less than that of the void war.

Sivir stroked the cross blade with his hand: "But what does this have to do with Chalikar? You never mentioned it from the beginning to the end."

"Don't you wonder why so many dark descendants have survived until now? Their lifespan should have been thousands of years, and they can use blood witchcraft to shape their bodies. Such a tenacious life should have lived well until now Yes, but they disappeared strangely."

"I don't know, it's impossible to seal yourself." Sivir shrugged and answered very bachelorly.

"Because they were betrayed by mortals."

"Can mortals kill gods?"

The three looked at each other, and then Kahn said with emotion: "The numerous crimes committed by the dark descendants finally aroused the dissatisfaction of the heavens, and the protoss was sent down to guide the mortals to summarize the era of the dark descendants."

"And what plays a big role in it is the weapon in your hand."

Chapter 118 The Conspiracy Behind Chalikar

"You're saying Chalikar ended the Darkin?"

Sivir re-examined the golden cross blade, narrowing his eyes.

If Kahn hadn't mentioned it, she wouldn't have known that this weapon had such a powerful ability to kill fallen gods.

This time it really made a lot of money.

"So, Chalikar was taken away from the mausoleum and used to kill the darkborn. After the era of the darkborn was ended, it was put back into the mausoleum?"

Having said so much, Sivir also has a little understanding of the dusty history of Shurima, and learned of the historical significance of Chalikar in it.

It marks the glory of one era and the end of another.

"It should be like this." Kahn nodded.

"But I still don't understand why it was put back in the mausoleum."

Sivir admired the exquisite craftsmanship carried on the cross blade, and praised: "It is so powerful and perfect, even if all the darklings in the world have been cut off, it should not be left in the dark underground to gather dust."

"That's not the case, Sivir." Kahn replied thoughtfully: "Actually, there are still some darkborn who have not been killed, but have been sealed forever. If they see the light of day one day, maybe Charika It will be discovered by those who want to do what it should do.”

"Never mind, it's mine now, and not even Nasus can take it from me."

Sivir didn't take the Darkborn to heart, anyway, they were all legends forgotten in the wind and sand, and they wouldn't have any intersection with her.

"No one wants to grab it from you. This thing won't work in the hands of others."

Sivir's desire to control Chalikar left Kahn speechless, but it also caused him to think.

He felt that there might be a possibility that Chalikar had set a trap specifically for Sivir.

In the original world line, the cursed trap in front of the emperor's tomb was supposed to be triggered by Sivir, but it was caught by a Noxus celebrity by accident.

It looks like someone wants to sever this last emperor's blood?

Let Shurima sleep forever, and make the Ascendant extinct forever?

But what are the benefits of doing so?

Wasn't the Ascendant originally created to fight against the Void someday?

As things stand now, the Void could return at any moment, and Shurima's fate remains buried in the sand.

If the person who cast the curse in front of the door had predicted the existence of the Noxus, then the purpose of that lady's existence was to appear at the right place at the right time and block the knife for Sivir.

If not, then the perpetrators are totally intent on Sivir's death and Shurima beyond redemption

If you can't figure it out, don't think about it. You have to ask the person face to face to know the answer to this kind of thing. Anyway, he just needs to know that there is such a thing.

"Sivir, what do you think of the Noxians?"

"The Noxus people who can come to Nashilam to do business are a group of rich lords. They have a lot of good deals in their hands, and they spend money easily. What? Have you received the commission?"

Kahn curled his lips after hearing this, that's how you think you will be backstabbed by the client.

But now Sivir's experience has undergone tremendous changes, and she should never meet that client again.

Whether she can change the entire Shurima depends on Kahn.

"We rejected the entrustment of Governor Ransi's son while you were away," Kaisha said.

"The governor of Lanxi has several sons. Those who are ambitious have responded to the conscription order and returned to the empire to make contributions. Only those who are not doing their jobs will stay in Nashilami and wait to die. Now the governor is the capable one, so you don't have to worry about Lanxi. Governor Xi will come to make trouble, and it will be enough for him to deal with his own affairs well, because if he can't do it, someone will replace him immediately."