The Glory of Noxus.

Waikaola, Lower Town.

Under the scorching sun, raging flames burned the ruined buildings, and bright red blood stained the yellow sand road surface.

Facing the hellish scene, Nasus walked forward with his head held high, wearing the Ascended Armor on his shoulders and holding a long-handled battle axe.

His figure was like a god descending from heaven, full of the majesty of the ancient Shurima Empire.

With every step he took, Nasus' eyes were filled with rage.

He saw the tribal warriors controlled by Xerath slaughtering the Shurimans indiscriminately.

The light in their eyes had disappeared, leaving only emptiness and cruelty.

"Without darkness there is no dawn!"

[Soul Flame]!

The deep purple power extended under Nasus' feet, like a hideous crack in the earth, gushing out the flames of death, carrying the dual meanings of destruction and rebirth.

All the tribal warriors who were touched by the soul flame suddenly appeared a purple flame, burning their empty souls.

They struggled painfully in the flames, but as time passed, their struggles quickly stopped.

The once lost soul, along with the body, turned into ashes under the flames of death.

Nasus looked at the tribal warriors who were reduced to ashes with cold eyes, without any mercy or hesitation.

They may have once been tribal people near Vikaura, but now they are just puppets controlled by arcane forces.

Nasus gripped his poleaxe tightly and stepped forward to guard the surviving Shurimans in Vekaura.

It is like thousands of years of war to save these mortals who are sinking into the secular world.

Seeing the tall figure of Nasus, the surviving Shurimans saw a glimmer of hope and began to call out Nasus' name loudly.

Surrounded by clouds and mist, and blown by wind.

Huo Jixing stood in the sky, withdrew his gaze from Nasus, and red-gold flames filled his dark pupils.

[Suzaku·Red Eyes and Fire Eyes]!

He saw that there were tens of thousands of clouds in Vikaola, but now only half of them disappeared out of thin air, and the remaining clouds were dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Huo Jixing ignored the white clouds of ordinary people, but stared at the colorful clouds representing the extraordinary people.

Sonorous!

He drew out the [Spiritual Wind] from his waist, and the blue cloud pattern lit up with a dim light.

These extraordinary beings were not worth his full effort, but time was running out and he needed to enter the emperor's tomb as soon as possible.

Buzz!

The green light flickered, and Huo Jixing disappeared on the spot.

When he reappeared, he came to a compacted yellow sand street, and in front of him was a middle-aged man wearing light armor.

An ancient mark was engraved on the mad face, the brown-yellow light covered the sturdy and savage body, the heavy axe in his hand smashed the head of the rebel under his feet, and the face was stained with bright red blood and white liquid.

Hearing the sound of wind behind him, the middle-aged man, who was obviously a tribal warrior, immediately turned around and looked for the enemy.

But the next moment!

He only saw a flash of cold green light, and then darkness came and took his life.

"Good luck."

Huo Jixing kicked the body of the tribal warrior and used [Spiritual Wind] to pick up a bone bracelet from his wrist.

A low-level magical rune item that increases the user's physical strength.

Without hesitation, he chose to decompose it and then choose the next target.

The sound of the wind groaned, carrying a mixture of death and wailing, blowing through the blood and fire-soaked Vikola.

Relying on the power of the Azure Dragon constellation, Huo Jixing transformed himself into a high-end hunter and hunted down his chosen targets in the chaotic Vikaola.

The extraordinary people who were usually high and mighty and conceited not only became Xerath's arcane puppets, but also became as fragile as straw under Huo Jixing's sword and fell down one after another.

Everywhere you look, you see corpses of extraordinary beings lying on the blood-stained ground.

They have little chance of matching their strength, making Huo Jixing synonymous with the god of death.

However, the extraordinary people in Shurima are somewhat poor.

Among Huo Jixing's targets, only a few possessed magic rune items, and most of them were of low level.

This made him a little disappointed, but it did not affect his hunting pace.

Huo Jixing needs enough magic rune items, so the only thing he can do now is to hunt down the arcane puppets controlled by Xerath.

If you are lucky, you may occasionally find one or two lost magic rune items among the broken corpses scattered all over the Vikora.

"The Temple of the Sun?"

In front of the solemn temple.

Huo Jixing smelled the scent of war and blood in the wind, looked up at the sun disk above covered with a layer of dark blue arcane energy, and was thinking deeply.

When the tribal warriors guarding the gate saw Huo Jixing falling from the sky, they immediately tightly grasped the spears in their hands and rushed forward like a tide.

Blue fire with the power of Xerath burned in their eyes. They had no idea what fear was and surrounded Huo Jixing.

Huo Jixing was not at all flustered. He stood quietly in place, lightly wielding the sword, sweeping across the empty eyes of every warrior and the blue fire burning in their pupils.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The chaotic footsteps merged with the unconscious roars.

The tribal warriors in armor turned into mad beasts, raised their spears and stabbed at Huo Jixing.

However, they were greeted by a flash of green sword light, which rushed in front of the temple like an angry dragon with blue horns.

The ferocious dragon horns instantly crushed the solid armor and pierced through the bodies of the tribal warriors.

The sharp dragon claws slapped their heads, making dull cracking sounds.

Just a moment.

Under the illumination of the green sword light, a blood-stained road was left in the open space in front of the temple.

Huo Jixing walked along this road and walked into the Temple of the Sun.

Inside the magnificent temple, faint blue arcane energy permeates the air, giving this rebuilt temple a sense of weirdness and mystery.

Huo Jixing looked around and saw many corpses of temple guards thrown casually in the corner.

When he walked into the center of the temple, the bloody scene he saw made him tremble in his heart.

Many residents of Vikaura fled to the Sun Temple in the hope of gaining protection from the Sun Disc and the priests.

But now, they have all become cold corpses, and their bodies have been desecrated and placed in strange postures.

The corpses had their arms bent forward and their heads pressed to the ground, like curled up pilgrims. Bright red blood gathered under their bodies and flowed along the blue rune array.

"Is this a magic circle used for sacrifice?"

Huo Jixing frowned, and his red-gold eyes examined the center of the temple.

The sacrificial array before him was somewhat similar to the blood witchcraft array set up by Vladimir that he had seen before.

The arcane puppets that were placing corpses in the center of the temple seemed to sense the intruder and quickly turned around.

The blue flame flickered in his pupils, reflecting Huo Jixing's tall and straight figure.

Roar!

With low roars, they rushed towards Huo Jixing, holding bloody blades and spears.

Huo Jixing dodged and stabbed out with the sword in his hand, easily killing the three people in front of him in half.

Then, he stepped forward one step at a time, like a green breeze floating across the center of the temple.

puff!puff!

Behind him, the arcane puppets stood stiffly in place.

It then split into two, fell into the sacrificial array, and merged with the dead Vikora residents.

There were just too many arcane puppets gathered in the temple. They seemed endless and rushed towards Huo Jixing fearlessly.

Every time Huo Jixing killed a group of them, new arcane puppets would be added to fill the gap.

"So many?"

Huo Jixing's eyes flickered and a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth. It seemed that this sacrificial array was more important than he had imagined.

"Then I'll kill you all!"

Huo Jixing let out a light breath, and the green sword light spread in the temple like mist.

His swordsmanship had already reached the master level with the blessing of star talent.

Every time a ray of sword light falls, an arcane puppet will be destroyed and fall in a pool of blood.

After a while.

All the arcane golems in the center of the temple disappeared, leaving only a strong smell of blood.

After dealing with these arcane puppets, Huo Jixing came to the stone steps of the temple. Just as he was about to climb up, he seemed to think of something.

He looked at the sacrificial formation behind him, and a red-gold flame lit up at his fingertips.

puff!

The fire of Nanli fell, and raging flames ignited, burning all the corpses and leaving the ground clean and tidy.

Only then did Huo Jixing walk towards the top of the temple with satisfaction.

As he approached, the air on top of the temple seemed to solidify, and he could feel the powerful arcane energy raging, trying to stop his steps.

It was clear that the shadowy entity that controlled the Temple of the Sun felt threatened by him.

"No more playing."

Huo Jixing looked back at the increasingly approaching aura of Nasus and his smile disappeared.

He stepped on the ground with both feet, jumped up, and swung out a brilliant green sword energy with the spiritual wind in his hand, like a blue dragon emerging from the sea and soaring into the sky.

The arcane energy raging in the air was quickly annihilated by the sword energy.

Huo Jixing landed and stood in front of the sun disk, looking at this majestic building.

The Sun Disc was once a symbol of the ancient Shurima Empire's most glorious period, and countless Ascended warriors were born from it.

Although the sun disk in front of us is extremely rough, it still exudes an awe-inspiring aura.

Even the covering arcane energy cannot conceal it.

"Sure enough, the sun disc has magical rune power."

Huo Jixing looked at the sun disk that was so close to him and looked like a black moon, and sighed softly.

This is also his purpose.

Just when Huo Jixing wanted to step forward and touch the sun disk.

The arcane energy covering the surface rippled, and a hazy phantom appeared above the sun disk.

It was an ancient sarcophagus with crackling dark energy, wrapped with cast iron chains, and embedded in endless darkness.

Suddenly.

On top of the ancient sarcophagus, two blue spots like eyes lit up, like the supreme gods, overlooking Huo Jixing.

"Sarcophagus. Is the arcane energy the still sealed Xerath?"

Huo Jixing's thought flashed through his mind, and he vaguely understood who was sealed in the ancient sarcophagus.

"You suddenly appeared in front of me, are you trying to stop me?"

"And in this posture?"