The Glory of Noxus.

Deep within the mausoleum palace.

The Shurima Empire, a great power that once almost ruled Runeterra, left its mark in this tomb of the emperors and showed its power to rise again.

Azir, the former emperor of the empire, slowly stood up, with a hint of life emerging in his golden eyes.

His figure was extremely tall, like an unshakable towering mountain.

And at this moment, the immortal light of the sun poured into his body like a golden waterfall.

In the blazing light, Azir's body changed. A golden armor like an eagle covered his body, sharp and majestic, making people dare not look directly at him.

As the armor was forged, it gave him the ability to control the yellow sand.

Azir raised his hands, awakened the power of the sun within his body, and prepared to raise the sun disk in the ruins of the palace again.

But the power seems not enough.

Azir still stays in this unknown place, and the power of the sun flowing in his body is still constructing his body.

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

Azir looked anxious and could vaguely see the energy fluctuations generated by the outside world.

However, before returning to the world, he needs to find out what happened last on the day of ascension.

The wind blew up the Xisha Islands, recreating the last moment of his city.

Azir just stood there, letting the yellow sand replay everything.

Echoes of the past echoed.

Azir watched his mortal body rise into the air, approaching the disk of the sun.

He opened his arms and arched his back, ready for the ascension ceremony.

Endless solar power penetrated him, blended with his being, and infused him with divine power.

A familiar figure formed by dust appeared before his eyes.

He was his most familiar and trusted servant and friend, his wizard—

Xerath!

His friend pronounced a word.

Azir saw his body falling from the altar like glass, and exploding into fine sand-like dust in the fire of the sun.

"Zerath!?"

Azir looked at the murderer's face and felt a surge of anger in his heart.

The phantom of Xerath made of sand and dust rose higher and higher, and the energy of the sun disk was concentrated on him.

The elite Ascendants who were responsible for guarding the palace rushed towards him.

But they were too late.

A devastating sandstorm erupted, destroying the last remnants of Shurima.

Azir stood alone among the echoes of the past as the dust settled.

In the vision of death just now, his family appeared before him, presented in a perfect scene, and the real details were heartbreaking.

His pregnant wife; her shy daughter clutching his wife's hand; his son holding his head high, almost a man.

Azir could clearly see the changes in expression on their faces.

Although he knew what happened next, he couldn't avoid the sight.

His daughter hid her face in the folds of his wife's skirt; his son reached for his sword and screamed; his wife...her eyes were wide open, full of sadness and despair.

Then, the raging power of the sun destroyed them and they disappeared into thin air.

This was an unbearable burden, but there were no tears in Azir's eyes, only overwhelming anger.

"Zeras, your sins are unforgivable!"

"I will never allow you to come back!"

Looking down at the mausoleum palace that was undergoing unknown changes, Xerath sensed Azr's faint breath of life and said in a grim voice.

He was keenly aware that the terrifying power hidden in this emperor's tomb was rapidly being consumed.

This was a scene he had never seen in the thousand years he had been sealed here.

"Is it providing energy for Azir's return?" Xerath thought to himself.

He let go of Sivir, pointed at the palace below with disgust, and said viciously.

"If you want to come back, I will bury you under the sand and imprison you forever!"

[Arcane Ritual]!

No longer concealing his true power, Xerath ascended into his true form.

At this moment, Xerath's arcane energy body was as dazzling as a newborn star, and the chains of the sarcophagus covered with arcane flames were retracted into his body.

Behind him, the sea of ​​thunder and lightning clouds formed by arcane energy began to riot.

Arcane comets with blue and white flames appeared one after another like huge meteorites and gathered on the dome.

"See my power!"

Xerath looked down at the palace below which was undergoing unknown changes, and ignoring the battle between Renekton and Nasus, he completely released his arcane energy.

Boom! Boom!

The blue and white arcane meteorites came like a natural disaster, bombarding with unstoppable force, pushing the mausoleum palace into an abyss of chaos and destruction.

The dome was completely shattered, and arcane meteorites fell like dense raindrops. Every impact was accompanied by earth-shaking tremors, and deadly fire also fell from the sky, covering all the areas below.

All of a sudden!

The mausoleum palace was falling apart, and every arcane meteorite that fell to the ground burst into fierce flames, destroying everything it touched.

Under the impact of this force, the golden palace complex turned into a tsunami-like fluid to meet the meteor-like waterfall, and the solid walls collapsed and melted one after another.

Even this emperor's tomb, after losing the hidden power of the sun, could not withstand the arcane cleansing of Xerath.

The ground of the city streets outside the palace began to break, and many buildings collapsed like dominoes.

The golden gems on the dome also lost their protective power at this moment and fell from great heights.

Darkness came, and only the burning flames overturned the emperor's tomb, the messenger of destruction, sweeping across the endless buildings.

All of a sudden.

Only the roar of flames and the sound of buildings collapsing echoed in the empty ruins.

When the doomsday approached, Nasus and Renekton, who were fighting, were also affected.

The falling arcane meteorite, the burning blue-white flames, and the collapsing wreckage buried the two people who were caught off guard.

Nasus was already seriously injured and was at the end of his strength in the battle with Renekton, and now he was suffering from the arcane attack of Xerath.

He felt that his bones and muscles forged by the scorching sun were easily broken like rotten wood and buried in the collapsed ruins.

Has darkness fallen again?

Nasus' mountain-like body returned to the level of a normal ascender, but his vision was covered with a layer of darkness.

"Is it death?"

His eyes roamed in the darkness and he saw a pair of blood-red eyes staring at him.

"No, it's not death!"

Those were Renekton's eyes. He was the one protecting himself at the critical moment, but at this moment his eyes were full of struggle.

"Nasus, my brother, I am trying to regain my will."

Renekton's tone was extremely heavy, containing a variety of emotions, including resentment, anger, rationality and so on.

"But it takes time!"

When Nasus heard Renekton's voice, a joyful smile appeared on his scarred face.

He wanted to reach out his arms and hug his brother.

But Renekton dodged his hand, shook his head and said, "I can't accept your touch yet."

"My body is still filled with dark forces. But I will try to control it until I find my true self and come back to you."

After saying this, without waiting for Nasus's reply, Renekton endured the pain, broke through the dust piled on his back, swung his crescent blade, dug out a passage, and disappeared into the depths of the ruins.

"Azir, can you come back?"

The scorching hurricane is filled with Xerath's vicious words, and the eternal madness is finding the most intoxicating pleasure in torturing others.

"Haha, I will personally destroy your emperor's tomb and strangle your way back."

Xerath hung high in the dome, shrouded in arcane light, like a god.

The arcane ritual just now released most of the ascension power left in his body.

But fortunately the result was good.

With the Tomb of the Kings utterly destroyed and Nasus buried in the ruins below, Renekton continues to suffer from the encroachment of the darkness.

And he was completely free.

As long as he returns to Shurima and stays there for a period of time, he will become unprecedentedly powerful.

Xerath moved his eyes, looking for the disappeared Sivir, but unexpectedly noticed something strange.

His expression changed and he looked towards the direction of the entrance to the Emperor's Tomb. Suddenly, two extremely powerful auras appeared and quickly rushed over.

"What is Zelas doing?"

Huo Jixing stood in the ruins of the mausoleum palace, with green mist rising beside him to resist the impact of the arcane meteorite.

He was originally watching the show, appreciating the brotherly fight between Nasus and Renekton, and spying on the specific strength of the Ascended.

It has to be said that even in a weakened state, Nasus has the power to step into legend.

Renekton is even more savage, with killing skills at the pinnacle. When he turns evil, he is slightly stronger than Nasus.

However, just as he was watching with great interest, for some unknown reason, Xerath suddenly launched a large-scale arcane attack.

As an innocent innocent, he could only try his best to protect Katarina and Cassiopeia.

Wait until Xerath stops his attack.

Huo Jixing saw that the former emperor's tomb had turned into ruins, with arcane flames burning wildly. Everywhere he looked, it was like the end of the world.

At the same time, he also realized that the blood seal of the Emperor's Tomb had failed.