he came from the void

As a consumer through and through, how can it do what a producer should do?

Wouldn't it be an insult to its identity to ask it to squeeze ointment for you humans?

Of course, these are just metaphors, in order to vividly reveal the extreme punishment of skin armor.

As for whether it has the self-esteem in human cognition, who knows.

Just when Kahn was still about to try the void fireball, Taliyah suddenly broke in and shouted loudly.

"Little master, go and see, Nasus is here!"

Nasus looked at the woman who suddenly appeared in front of him. He could feel the blood of ascension flowing in her body, but he couldn't confirm that this was the descendant of the royal family.

Because of those eyes, purple eyes, he had doubts.

The blood of ancient Shurima would never have produced such pupils.

As the master of the Great Library, the Ascended Grand Maester of Shurima, he watched generation after generation of emperors grow up from childhood to finally ascend to the throne.

Without exception, the pupils of those emperors were all translucent sky blue, like a clear spring in a desert oasis, so blue.

And the purple eyes in front of him reminded him of something bad.

While he was thinking, the woman spoke.

"The visitor is a lost desert god of death, Grand Maester Nasus?" Facing such a giant as tall as a cliff, the suspicion in her tone almost overflowed.

Nasus narrowed his eyes. He always felt that the word lost was used in a meaningful way.

"It's me." He took off the hood of his burqa, revealing a black jackal head, his ears pricked up, and a white light of vicissitudes and wisdom from the slits of his eyes.

The jackal is a scavenger that keeps company with dead bodies, and has long been recognized as a symbol of death.

But Nasus is not responsible for death. As the most outstanding military strategist in history, his army may have killed many people.

To the people of Shurima, he is a hero.To the vanquished enemy, perhaps he is the god of death.

"So the legends are all true." Sivir looked at the jackal's head carefully and sighed.

This made Nasus resentful, so uneducated, I really hope he is not a descendant of the emperor.

"That's not a legend, that's history." Nasus corrected, there was a deep well of sadness in his heart, and the buzzing sound came from it for a long time.

He came here because of that beam of light in the night sky.

"Did you see any of my siblings around?"

Nasus refers to his fellow Ascendants as brothers and sisters. Although they ascended in different eras, and their real ages may be centuries apart, they are all guardians of Shurima and do not need to be so clearly distinguished .

Seeing Sivir's puzzled expression, he corrected, "Have you seen someone similar to me?"

Now Sivir understood, she shook her head: "I made that beam of light, there are no other gods in Nasram, and there are no darkin, I am calling you."

"Who are you and why did you summon me?" Nasus slapped the wrapped cane on the ground, looking down at Sivir with condescending eyes.

"I'm Sivir." Sivir hesitated, and said, "I'm a descendant of the Eagle King."

After finishing speaking, she revealed the Chalikar and turned it easily with one hand to show her pure blood.

Nasus' eyes followed Chalikar closely, and he was silent for a while before he said seriously to Sivir: "If you are of Azir's blood, your eyes should be blue. But what I saw was It's purple, and your hair denies your claims, not even a normal Shuriman would have eyes and hair like that."

Azir, Sivir vaguely remembered this was the name of the last emperor of Shurima.

She was a little irritable, because she had already answered the questions according to the knowledge points Kahn gave her, but things did not go as smoothly as she imagined.

She stopped turning her wrist and said, "Chalika is not enough to explain the problem? Then how do you want me to prove it?"

"Give me your blood."

Chapter 129 God of Heaven

Nasus stuck his cane into the ground, clasped his hands across his chest, and opened his mouth slightly to show his fangs, feeling a sense of oppression.

"Does it have to be bloody?" Sivir looked at him, his knees were stiff and his teeth were chattering.

Nasus nodded. "Do you want to do it yourself or should I do it myself?"

"I will do it myself."

Sivir really hates paying in advance, but she must complete Kahn's mission, otherwise Kahn will not let her have a good time.

She had no choice but to pick up Chalikar and slash her hand.

The sharp blade slashed across the forearm, and blood flowed out immediately, dripping down on the ground along the opening.

Nasus looked down and saw streams of blood evaporating and hissing on the sun-baked tiles, soon covered with brown lumps, and the smell of blood wafting into his nose.

"You belong to the bloodline of Ascension, but" Nasus narrowed his eyes, and his eyes suddenly became sharp: "Your arm is healing itself, and there are other powers hidden in your body."

Nasus pulled up his cane and pointed at Sivir from the air: "I feel something similar to my fallen compatriots in you. Have you learned the forbidden blood magic?"

"Magic? I don't know magic." Sivir raised his eyebrows: "But there is a curse on me."

"Curse?" Nasus growled.

At the right time, Taliyah poked her head out from the corridor and saw Nasus pointing at Sivir with a cane, she was shocked.Seeing Sivir's feet covered with pools of blood again, his eyes widened, fear and courage gushed out at the same time.

"Don't touch Sivir!" She yelled tremblingly, and at the same time, her hands arced back and forth on her chest, as if she was weaving some kind of natural magic.

The ground trembled, and the stones danced beneath her feet and rolled around her in swirling shapes.

Judging from the reaction in her eyes, she should know his identity.

"Little man, your ability can break the rocks of Shurima," Nasus said.

She raised an eyebrow. "That's right. So you better stand back, or I can break more than stones."

Nasus was amused by her bravado: "Girl, you have a hero's heart. But I just came to her to ask for an explanation, and I didn't mean to hurt her."

"Is that true?" Taliyah looked at Sivir, who nodded, "Taliyah, step aside."

"You wait, I'll call someone."

The rolling stones stopped, but Taliyah felt that the atmosphere was still tense, worried that something might happen, and ran straight back to the garrison.

Seeing the small figure disappear again, Nasus turned his gaze back to Sivir.

"You said you were cursed?"

Speaking of curses, Nasus couldn't help thinking of his fallen brethren.

The darkin are triple cursed.

First from their ancient enemies, then from the fall of the Glorious Empire, and finally from a betrayal that will corrupt them forever.

He felt the aura of depravity on Sivir's body, and the fast-healing wound was like blood magic, which made him think about it.

What will the real situation be like?What happened to the owner of the Ascension Blood?

"It's not important, will you help me get justice?"

Sivir knew that talking about the skin armor would be bad, so she didn't want to answer Nasus's question directly.

But she could see that Nasus was obsessed with the problem.

His cane slowly moved towards Sivir, who raised Chalikar for vigilance, but he suddenly lifted it away.Then he moved a few steps to the side, and the tip of his cane hit the armor on Sivir's back.

"I can smell that evil is hidden in your armor. If you are looking for me sincerely, why don't you dare to meet me honestly?"

After speaking, he took off his robe and stood up straight, revealing the stalwart body of obsidian.

On his chest and shoulders he wears battle-worn gold armor and a votive girdle bearing the arms of Shurima.

He reached out and tore off the cloth strip wrapped around the "cane", revealing a long-handled battle axe.

The blade of the ax gleamed with excitement, and the aquamarine gemstone in its center drank the sun.

"Tell me, who dares to curse the Ascending Blood?" He growled in a deafening voice.

Being pointed at by the long-handled battle ax, Sivir turned pale.

She saw Nasus towering before her, the Self of power and magic.

When his physical body was sublimated and recreated by the magic power of the sun disc, the withered and dying flesh became a jackal-headed demigod with an obsidian body.

The posture of the gods shocked Sivir back two steps, and she couldn't help thinking, could such an existence help her get rid of the mountain that was pressing on her?

However, after thinking about it for a long time, she did not say Karn's name, but said something that Nasus kept secret.

"The void." Sivir emphasized again: "It is the curse of the void."

At this time, a hand was quietly placed on her shoulder, and when she looked back, she found that it was Kahn.

Kahn rushed over with everyone else.

He was encouraging her with firm eyes, as if they were her strongest backing.

But Sivir turned his head immediately, and a trace of imperceptible guilt flashed in his eyes.

Just now, she was thinking of saying Kahn's name, making Nasus mistakenly think that Kahn deliberately cursed the Ascending Blood, and then killed someone with a knife.

But he didn't realize that Kahn had quietly come behind him.

There was cold sweat on her forehead, she was glad she didn't say that in the end.

At that time, she thought that Kahn was actually a cursed person, and everything turned out like this could only be said to be due to fate.

But Nasus slammed the handle of the ax down to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The smoke and dust stopped in mid-air, like a shimmering veil, and then circled around Sivir and Kahn, slowly falling down

In the blink of an eye, the circle of dust turned into a hurricane.

Several people involuntarily blocked their faces, but Sivir couldn't see clearly, choked and coughed, and bent his waist almost in half.

The sandstorm is wrapped in the furious wind of the deepest part of the desert, which can twist a group of Ikasur into skeletons in an instant.Armor is useless, and grains of sand will find their way into every nook and cranny and chaff one's skin.

The bursts of scratching pain from the skin made Sivir feel targeted, the sand rubbed out countless blood streaks on her body, scarlet teardrops hung on her cheeks, and her whole body was stained with blood.

In order to protect herself, she had no choice but to unfold the skin armor.

The skin armor spread over her skin, and the black and purple shiny carapace blocked the attack of the sandstorm.Several pieces of nails staggered and overlapped to cover her face, she gradually bent over in the sandstorm, fixedly stared at Nasus who was suddenly in trouble with her three eyes emitting warm purple light, and made a sound of coughing blood.

"Nasus, the patron saint of Shurima? Is this how you treat the last ascended bloodline of Shurima?"

1 Chapter Thirty The Cursed Man

Nasus watched Sivir transform into a total monster, and finally understood what her so-called curse was like.

The royal blood has turned into this appearance. Just her life is a huge insult to those ascended heroes who fought against the void to the death, which made him want to be furious.

His paws couldn't help clenching, and the muscles around his mouth twitched involuntarily.

He bared his teeth and gritted his teeth.

It was as if he wanted to bite off her head with his mouth.

"Those people I have seen who were cursed by the void, all of them fell in the end without exception. You will become a monster sooner or later, and I must eradicate you here."

Nasus made the sound of grinding his teeth, and the sandstorm turned around him, his figure looming in the dust, and the trigger of the battle could be triggered at any time.

"Then why didn't you eradicate your fellow dark descendants?"

Sivir was also a little angry. She did ask Nasus for something, but he put a knife on her neck, which made her swallow her anger.

Even if she is facing a god, she can't lose her momentum!

"They bear the glory of the past, and you, just a lowly dustman, don't remember what kind of glory of the past is carried in the blood flowing in your body."

Nasus yelled at Sivir, and the tides of yellow sand rubbed against each other, roaring like the tumbling waterfall of Thonsasha.

His battle ax was already glowing with the light of death, and it contained great power, which could easily cut through the walls of Icacia.

Sivir also clenched her paws tightly.

"One mouthful of past glory, are you still living in the past? You only regard your brothers and sisters as human beings, but you know that because of your inaction, the blood of ancient Shurima has been passed down to the present and only I, the last One!"

Facing the roar of the god, Sivir did not flinch.

She clung to Chalikar, the weapon that gave her the power to slay gods.

"If it wasn't for the curse of the void, the Ascension Bloodline would have been completely cut off!"

An invisible force emerged from Chalikar, and a curtain of light enveloped her, separating her from the howling sandstorm around her, resolutely defending the last bloodline of Shurima.