The Glory of Noxus.

Temple of the Sun!

Nasus looked up at the towering and majestic golden building in front of him with a somewhat melancholy look on his face, and many memories of the past flashed through his mind.

But compared to the huge temple that once stood at the heart of the Shurima Empire, this temple is nothing more than a child's toy.

It is made up of sandstone and bare rocks knocked out by chisels. The rough traces are not overly modified, and the sizes of the stones are also not equal.

It comes from human hands and ends in human environment.

It is far inferior to the former temple, which was the envy and jealousy of all the forces in the Valoran continent. Kings from afar came from afar just to catch a glimpse of it.

And what future generations will remember is this pile of shameless stones?

Nasus lowered his head, a trace of shame covering his scholar’s ​​heart.

The library he established has long been lost in the long river of history, leaving nothing useful for future generations.

As he approached, the dark outer walls of the Temple of the Sun shone with a basalt-like luster.

Nasus could see the joints of varying sizes through the spliced ​​wall panels.

At the top of the temple, a golden sun disk hung. Even from a distance, Nasus could see that there was not a single bit of gold on it, but only a wrought alloy of bronze and copper.

In addition, the sun disk that Nasus worshipped when he ascended into his ascended form was suspended in the air, but this bronze plate was hung by several hemp ropes and hung on several asymmetrical pillars on both sides.

"Is this still the sun disk?"

The anger in Nasus' eyes was barely concealed, and he wanted to explode.

He and countless Ascended warriors fought bloody battles for the empire, but today's people only use such an ugly way to commemorate their homeland.

He wanted to wake them up and tell them that their ancestors fought desperately and bloody battles to gain the solemn history of the empire.

But the residents of Vikaura seemed to know nothing, with cloudy eyes, and had no way of understanding what he knew about the former glory of the Shurima Empire.

And the current Nasus cannot make them understand.

Under the bright sunlight, a priest in a feather robe stood in front of the disc with his hands raised in prayer.

"Could he be the owner of the ascended one's bloodline?"

Nasus took firm steps and arrived in front of the temple, where he saw that the steps at the four corners were also made of uneven stones.

Two warriors wearing fitted armor made of copper plates and feathered animal helmets on their heads guarded the stairs.

They heard footsteps and turned to look at Nasus.

Nasus recognized what the helmets they were wearing represented and looked a little hesitant.

The animal heads on the warriors’ helmets had prominent snouts; one was a crude imitation of a crocodile’s long snout, the other had a snarling jackal on its brim.

"who?"

Two warriors stepped forward and thrust their spears at Nasus, intercepting him.

Nasus fell silent. He had wandered in the mortal world for too long, silently paying for his sins in a long and bleak self-exile.

But now, the days of anonymity have come to an end.

Nasus no longer wished to keep his face hidden.

He took off his carefully crafted robe and stood up straight, divine power and magic permeating the Ascendant's armor.

He already existed as an ascended being when heroes still walked among mortals.

"It's the lost son of the desert, Nasus!"

Many of the common denizens of Vekaura have never actually seen Nasus.

They had only heard the name of Nasus in the myths of the ancient Shurima Empire.

Hearing the warrior's voice, many people nearby looked over and saw the existence recorded in the myth

Nasus, the majestic and majestic Ascended being with a human body and a dog's head.

His body has been sublimated and recreated by the magic of the sun disc, turning into a jackal-headed demigod with an obsidian body.

His chest and shoulders were covered with weathered gold armor and he wore a votive belt bearing the Shuriman crest.

Ignoring the discussions of the people nearby, Nasus took off the long-handled battle axe on his back.

The sharp axe blade flashed with a piercing light, and the sea-blue gem in the center drank in the sunlight.

"Step aside!"

The warrior guard shrank his head timidly but did not move.

Nasus sighed, and a hint of self-mockery appeared in his deep eyes.

He was an ascended being revered by the people of the Shurima Empire and a figure comparable to gods, yet he was stopped by mortals.

He no longer hesitated, swung the axe, and drew a semi-arc back and forth in front of him.

The end of the axe handle thrust upward, struck the warrior on the left, and flung him thirty yards away.

Then he used the momentum of the battle axe to strike down, and the other warrior fell into the ground, and the helmet with the jackal on it rolled to his feet.

Nasus did not kill the warrior, but left him groaning in pain and stepped onto the first step with his clawed feet.

He climbed toward the top, where the sunlight was shining on the cheap metal disc.

Halfway up, he looked out over the broken walls of Vikaura.

All I could see on three sides were barren sand dunes stretching to the end of the horizon.

On the east side of the city, the land rises to form large, hard, low foothills covered with the hard branches of drought-resistant desert palms and banawal trees. Their roots are hundreds of meters long and penetrate deep into the sand to suck water.

The empty desert was the current state of Shurima, and Nasus felt sad.

He recalled how countless lives had flourished when the Mother of Life nourished the earth.

Perhaps Azir can bring Shurima back to life, but if that doesn't happen, finding someone who carries the bloodline will be crucial.

More and more guards began to rush to the top of the temple, shouting words inherited from ancient Shurima, but without any of the original elegance and sophistication.

Nasus didn't care at all. Most of these warrior guards were ordinary people and were powerless to stop him from climbing.

It only takes a while.

He climbed to the highest point of the temple, his golden armor reflecting a brilliant glow, and the votive belts wrapped around his arms and belt dancing in the wind.

He saw the reconstructed sun disk reflecting thousands of flakes of sunlight.

The metal surface is much rougher than I remembered, and it obviously needs some polishing.

The hemp rope was an eyesore, and the poor workmanship of the Vikaura people was fully exposed here.

The top floor of the temple had almost no decoration. There was no huge stone platform engraved with the starry sky, no crimson curtains, and no reliefs of heroes who had passed the ascension ceremony.

At this moment, ten warriors wearing dusty cloaks and covered in bronze plate armor stood between Nasus and the priest.

Nasus' eyes narrowed and he noticed the appearance of the priest.

The tall, slender, majestic man wore a robe covered with iridescent feathers, with a pair of large sleeves that looked like flying wings, and a turban that looked like an ebony bird's beak. The face beneath the turban looked noble, without mercy, and awe-inspiring.

It was exactly the same as the Azir he remembered.

"Are you Nasus?"

The hierophant spoke, his voice deep, broad, and royal, but Nasus sensed his fear.

Even for the extraordinary, claiming to have seen a god descend is one thing, but seeing it with one's own eyes is another.

The terrifying pressure almost suffocated him and his thighs trembled.

“Since you ask this, it means I have been away for too long.” Nasus put down his long-handled battle axe, held it in front of him, and said in a deep voice.

"Yes, I am Nasus."

"Who are you, then?"

The priest immediately straightened his back and puffed out his chest, like a male bird in mating season, and said proudly.

"Me? I am Azrahil Salamu, descendant of the Eagle King, first forerunner of Vikaura, the Illuminator, the Light Walker, the Fire Keeper, the Dawnbringer—"

"Descendants of the Eagle King?" Nasus interrupted him, his eyes narrowed.

"You said you are the blood of Emperor Azir?"

"Need I say more? That's me."

The priest's face became impatient, and he looked at the warriors guarding in front of him, and his confidence returned to him bit by bit.

"Come on, tell me what you want."

Nasus nodded, then drew his axe and held it across his chest with both hands.

"Your blood."

Time is running out, he must find the bloodline of the ascender and reinforce the ancient seal before Xerath breaks the seal.

Rumble!

Nasus slammed the metal handle of his axe into the ground, sending up a cloud of dust.

The smoke and dust stopped in mid-air, like a shimmering veil, and then circled around the priest and his warriors, slowly falling down.

"What are you doing?" the clergyman asked in a horrified voice.

He immediately signaled his warriors to come forward and surround Nasus, while he himself prepared to slip away.

In the blink of an eye, the circular dust turned into a hurricane, sweeping across the top of the temple.

The warriors involuntarily put up their hands to cover their faces, and the priest couldn't see clearly. He choked and coughed, and his waist was almost bent in half.

A sandstorm is a raging wind from the deepest part of the desert that can turn a group of Ikasul into skeletons in an instant.

Armor is useless, as sand will find its way into every nook and cranny and scratch your skin.

The sun disk swayed back and forth in the strong wind summoned by Nasus, and the ropes passing through the iron rings were tightened.

Without warning, Nasus attacked, lashing his long-handled battle-axe left and right, knocking the guards aside with the handle or the bare side.

He didn't want to kill these people, after all, they were all descendants of Shurima. They just happened to be blocking his way.

He walked past the writhing bodies of the warriors and towards the clergy.

When he walked up to the priest, he found the so-called descendant of the Eagle King lying on the ground curled up in a ball, covering his face with his bloodstained hands.

Nasus bent down, grabbed the back of his neck and lifted him up, so that his feet were a foot off the ground, as easily as a hound picking up a puppy.

Nasus moved close to his face, looking at the guy carefully, and somewhat doubted the blood in his body.

The priest's face was covered with bloody streaks rubbed out by the sand, with scarlet tears hanging on his cheeks, and he looked extremely frightened.

Nasus let out a sigh, not caring about the guy's injuries, and carried him closer to the sun disk.

Although this disc is a fake and not a single drop of gold is melted into it, it can still reflect sunlight, and that's enough.

"You said you are a descendant of Azir. Let's test it."

Nasus stretched out his left hand and pressed the priest's face onto the disc. The sun-baked metal branded his injured skin, and he heard a scream.

Then Nasus tossed the whimpering man aside and stared at the hissing stream of blood on the disc.

The blood had been baked into hard brown lumps, and the smell of blood wafted into his nose.

"Your blood is not...that's not right. Your blood does not belong to the ascended bloodline." Nasus was a little confused at first, and then said firmly.

"You are not the person I am looking for!"

However, at this moment, the surface of the solar disk lit up with a faint blue glow, covering up the sun's scorching heat.

Seeing this, Nasus' pupils constricted.

He sensed the familiar presence of ancient magic, and a metallic taste rose in his mouth.

At the same time, all his senses became sensitive at this moment.

"Zeras!"

Looking at the vision before him, Nasus spoke in a deep voice, enunciating each word.

The awakened magic power was suspended above the sun disk, and the hazy light and shadow reflected something like an ancient sarcophagus.

He was the rebel of Shurima and the one who brought about the downfall of the ancient empire.

He is about to break the seal completely!

"Nasus, long time no see!"

A deep, hoarse voice sounded in Nasus' ears, and a tremendous amount of arcane energy emerged from the ancient sarcophagus.

"Are you going to seal me again?"

"Well, you must hurry up, I will soon be free again!"

Before Nasus could answer, the hazy light and shadow shattered, and the sun disk returned to silence again.

The clergyman, however, seemed to have exhausted all his life force and dissipated into wind and sand.

Nasus immediately realized that the clergyman had already become Xerath's toy.

His arrival triggered the arcane secrets in the other party's body.

But this is not the end.

He sensed that in Vikaola and at the end of the distant horizon, countless people were coming, including many extraordinary people.

And all these crazy people have become Xerath's arcane puppets and will launch an endless attack on Nasus.

Under the dilapidated walls of Vikaula, the sunlight slants on the stones that are full of traces of time, reflecting mottled light and shadows.

Huo Jixing and Cassiopeia walked along the street, keeping a certain distance from each other.

Cassiopeia was wearing a dark linen cloak that cleverly concealed her body, leaving only a pair of deep green eyes that flashed sharply through the gaps in the cloak.

"We need to buy some daily necessities." Her voice was a little low.

"The area of ​​the lost tomb is very complicated. Once we get in, we may have to stay in there for quite a while."

Huo Jixing nodded, casually pulled out a few gold threads from his headscarf and placed them in the palm of his hand.

They walked into the bustling trade area filled with stalls and bought the food and water they needed, enough to last a month.

Suddenly, Huo Jixing stopped in front of a stall and looked back at the sun disk floating in the center of the city.

It's the sun disk!

He looked into the distance and saw a familiar yet unfamiliar figure under the sun disk.

Nasus, the God of Death of the Desert!

Then, a sudden change occurred. The brilliant rays of light reflected on the surface of the sun disk dimmed and were covered by a layer of dark blue arcane energy, like a black moon rising and hanging over Vikora.

"Ancient magic!"

Huo Jixing raised his eyebrows and his eyes fell on Cassiopeia, which was somewhat similar to the magical energy in her body.

Then he looked outside the city of Vikaura.

Under the red-gold eyes, many clouds came, and the yellow sand ground under the feet also trembled slightly.

At the end of the field of vision, a brown-yellow cloud gathered under the scorching sun, which was the dust stirred up by the marching troops.

Huo Jixing saw sharp steel spears and solid black armor, some of which looked like equipment forged in Noxian forges.

"Shuriman rebels?"

But why would they attack Vikola, who was rebuilding the Sun Disc?

No, it’s not an attack on Vikora, it’s an attack on Nasus!

Huo Jixing understood quickly and was shocked.

This group of Shurimans actually wanted to attack Nasus, the guardian of this continent and known as the Desert Master.