The Glory of Noxus.

Rumble!

A deafening roar was heard from the dark room that was on the verge of collapse.

Nasus's expression became solemn. He lowered his eyes and looked at the shattered ground. He could clearly sense a violent force that was waiting for its chance to strike like a wild beast.

There was a flash of doubt in his deep eyes. This power was inexplicably familiar, as if it existed in a distant memory.

Wow!

The floor of the dark room shattered, and a huge black shadow covered in dust appeared in the field of vision.

“Rekton!?”

Nasus looked at the huge and sturdy crocodile in front of him and spoke in surprise.

But this was not the Renekton he was familiar with.

The golden ascender armor, once a symbol of glory, was now covered with traces of spell bombardment.

On the strong scaly body, there are healed and hideous wounds, like a record of the bloody battles that have passed.

The flexible and hard crocodile skin glows with emerald and bloody red luster under the golden sunlight.

What made Nasus most uneasy was that those golden eyes no longer had the firmness they once had, but instead showed red hatred.

Nasus felt worried and didn't understand what had happened to Renekton.

He stepped forward, trying to say something to his brother Renekton, whom he had not seen for a thousand years, to express his longing for him and to understand what he had been through.

However, as he approached, he felt a strong sense of hostility and danger from Renekton's body.

"Rekton, what's wrong with you?"

Nasus slowly stopped, his voice trembling, and he looked at a loss.

The thousand years of his self-exile on the Shurima continent was a redemption for the wrong decision he made a thousand years ago and a mourning for the heavy guilt in his heart.

He watched helplessly as his brother, who had lifted him up into the sky, and Xerath fell into unfathomable darkness, forever isolated from the world.

However, what Nasus waited for was Renekton's murderous roar.

"Nasus, destruction is coming!"

【Ultimate Domination】!

The dark energy in Renekton's body burst out instantly, covering his scaly body, causing the crocodile beast to grow larger out of thin air, and hatred and anger filled his heart.

Compared to Nasus' mountainous body, it is equally as powerful.

There was a dark storm swirling around the giant crocodile's body, swallowing up all life.

【Rampage】!

Renekton looked at the figure with a wolf-dog face deep in his memory, grinned, raised his crescent blade, and rushed forward.

Rumble!

The air exploded and energy surged.

Renekton rushed in front of Nasus, and the two Ascended beings as big as mountains collided with each other.

Sonorous!

The crescent blade chopped down, making a thunderous metal collision sound with the long-handled battle axe.

Renekton looked up, and Nasus' concerned face was reflected in his red eyes, which were then quickly covered by hatred.

He opened his bloody mouth and let out a low, hostile roar, the sound spreading in the air like a tide.

"Slaughter! Massacre!"

With a furious voice, Renekton raised the crescent blade in his hand and forcibly lifted the long-handled battle axe that Nasus was holding tightly.

"Rekton, what are you doing?" Nasus' eyes flashed with anxiety.

"wake up!"

While wrestling, he still kept calling out Renekton's name.

However, what awaited Nasus was Renekton's spinning crescent blade and his undisguised murderous intent.

【Tyrant's Blast】!

Renekton leaned forward, using the power of the wrestling between the two sides to half-rotate his body and swing the crescent blade.

Nasus was caught off guard and the long-handled battle axe in his hand almost slipped out of his hand and flew high into the air, leaving the goal in front of him wide open.

Renekton glared at Nasus and would not miss such an opportunity. He rushed forward again, and his crescent blade left a hideous scar on Nasus' chest.

Then he hit Nasus with his shoulder, knocking him back.

"die!"

Renekton stared at the familiar jackal face before him, his whole body boiling with rage.

He chased after him, leaped up, and swung his crescent blade at Nasus' head.

Sonorous!

At this critical moment, the power of death surged in Nasus' body. He steadied his body, raised his long-handled battle axe, and firmly blocked the falling crescent blade.

The terrifying clash of forces turned into materialized aftermath that spread and shattered the floor and walls of the dark room.

He looked directly at his brother who was so close to him, and recalled what Xerath had said -

Under his influence, Renekton has already turned into a bloodthirsty beast!

But Nasus knew his brother better than Xerath ever did.

Xerath only saw that Renekton had turned into a beast, but he forgot that there was a noble god-warrior sleeping inside him.

Renekton selflessly gave his life for his brother, and willingly sacrificed everything to save his homeland from a traitor.

Xerath had forgotten all about these things, but Nasus never would.

If Renekton's consciousness could be saved, then there must be a part of him that remembers his past bravery.

Now, Nasus can awaken that feeling in him, and perhaps he can rescue Renekton from his madness.

"I'm sorry, Renekton, I have to do this."

Nasus looked deeply at Renekton, who looked like an ancient ferocious beast in front of him. A rich deep purple glow was emerging from his dark flesh and blood.

[Soul-sucking attack]!

Nasus hardened his heart and prepared to use the power of death to strike Renekton's soul and call back his brother.

There was a gleam of determination and hope in his eyes, and the power of death brewing in his body was entangled with the axe blade.

Then he roared at Renekton and pounced on him like a gust of wind in the desert.

This roar sounded the clarion call for the fierce war and completely ignited the fight.

In the broken dark room, Nasus and Renekton fought fiercely while smashing the solid sealed walls.

The battlefield between the two also expanded from the dark room to the mausoleum palace.

This once glorious golden palace became a new battlefield for the brothers to fight each other. The battle storm formed between the two shattered everything in the golden palace into pieces.

As the roars of Nasus and Renekton sounded alternately.

The mausoleum palace seemed to be caught in an earthquake, with palace fragments and stones flying in the air.

From time to time, Nasus's firm voice could be heard 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 you to destruction. You must regain your will and defeat the darkness!"

Chi Chi!

In the chaotic storm of battle, the sound of weapons cutting flesh rang out.

Nasus used his body to block the blow from the crescent blade, then swung his axe and struck Renekton's shoulder hard.

Purple light splashed, and soul flames covered the surface of the scaly body.

As Renekton's soul was impacted by the power of death, complex emotions gradually flashed in his blood-red pupils, as if he was struggling and fighting.

But soon, dark power spread, suppressed his reason, aroused the anger in his body, and continued to attack Nasus.

"Hurry up and regain your will."

Seeing that his soul attack had taken effect, Nasus used his immortal body to exchange injuries with Renekton.

The flowing blood of the two ascenders burned and corroded the yellow sand, and the pervasive soul flames rose like waves.

"I need you, Renekton."

Nasus noticed the changes in the dome from the corner of his eye, and Sivir was falling into the hands of Xerath.

"Without you, I can't kill Xerath!"

With Nasus' current strength, it is impossible to defeat Xerath.

Only by awakening Renekton and working together might it be possible to accomplish all of this.

Time is tight.

Nasus swung his axe and frequently used the power of death to strike at Renekton's soul, hoping to awaken his lost nature.

But after being eroded by the power of darkness for thousands of years, it is not so easy for Renekton to wake up.

In the current situation, Nasus can only place his hopes on Sivir.

To be exact, it's her bloodline.

Azir's bloodline!

Palace dome.

The sea of ​​thunder and clouds formed 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, and his blue flame eyes trembled slightly.

"It's a pity that he can't protect himself now!"

Zeratul smelled an extremely familiar scent of blood, and even after a thousand years, he still remembered it.

The power of Azir.

The brother he buried with his own hands!

However, to Xerath's surprise, the prisoner Sivir just looked at him coldly without saying a word.

“What similar personalities!”

Xerath looked at Sivir's face and vaguely saw 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 struggling completely, as Xerath's power was far beyond her reach.

But she was not in a hurry, because she felt that the power of the sun in her body was reviving, and the scorching flames were burning the arcane energy that invaded her body.

As if Xerath had sensed something, his blue eyes suddenly lit up as he looked down at the palace below that was almost collapsing due to the battle between Nasus and Renekton.

Something unknown is happening!

He couldn't see it.

"He's coming back!"

Sivir whispered, and a figure wearing golden armor and an eagle-beak helmet was reflected in her pupils.

When Zerath heard the voice, his expression changed drastically. A special aura emerged from the depths of the collapsed palace.

"How is that possible? I witnessed you falling from the altar and being devoured by the fire of the sun."

Zerath's blue flame eyes trembled violently, as if he saw something unbelievable happening.

In the endless wandering of time.

Azir had long forgotten many things, and his last memory was of intense pain and fire.

He had no idea what was happening at the top of the Temple of the Sun, or what was happening to his empire.

He was lost in oblivion, unaware of the existence of time, until not long ago, a descendant of his blood spilled his blood on the ruins of the mausoleum palace.

Azir was reborn, but incomplete: his body was little more than moving, corporeal dust, held together by the last shreds of his indomitable will.

He stumbled forward through the ruins and met a strange girl who was seriously injured.

Azir confirmed that he did not know her, but saw that her appearance had the characteristics of his bloodline.

Leaving all thoughts of empire and power behind him, he lifted up the daughter of Shurima and carried her to the site of the former Oasis of Dawn.

The oasis had long since dried up, but with every step Azir took closer, clear fresh water gushed out, filling the rocky basin.

Azir immersed the girl in the oasis's healing waters, and the blood disappeared, nearly healing the fatal knife wound.

It was because of this selfless act that Azir once again felt the familiar power of the sun nourishing his body.

He needed time. The power of the Shurima sun gave him hope for rebirth, and his body gradually reshaped into the appearance of an ascender.

While Azir waited.

He suddenly felt that the only owner of his bloodline was in mortal danger.

"Who is harming the bloodline of the Shurima Empire's royal family?"