He Comes From the Void

The two found Kassadin and Taliyah in the antique alley, and they saw Kassadin offering a copper coin as a reward, making them scramble to tell the news they heard.

Then, Kassadin organized the news he had heard and passed it on to the two of them.

"The prophet's name was Malzaha. At the beginning, he was just divination for people in Amakra. He exchanged his duty for wealth and became a well-known prophet in the local area. Then he suddenly disappeared mysteriously for a few years, and when he reappeared, he seemed to have changed into a different person. People began to show miracles frequently.”

"It is rumored that he led the caravan safely through Calixa where Aksai is entrenched, exorcised evil spirits for the residents who were seized by the ominous illusion, and subdued monsters in exchange for people's safety. He did many things, but he didn't want money. As long as people offer living sacrifices. In the beginning, it was only his request, but later people worshiped under his miracle and offered sacrifices voluntarily."

"He also described a new world without endless suffering-one who could enter the realm of the gods by offering himself as a living sacrifice to invisible forces, and escape the painful cycle of human life. His followers grew, and they They are frantically searching for living sacrifices or preaching for the prophet, in an attempt to lead them out of the sea of ​​suffering and go to that brand new world.”

Kahn shook his eyebrows when he heard this, thinking that the religious soil in this world is really fertile, and people's ideology is generally very backward.

"If I'm not mistaken, he said that in that world... not only is there no suffering, no happiness, no enjoyment, even the concept of time does not exist?" Kahn said: "These so-called miracles are all Malzahar is directing and acting himself, fooling people's hearts."

"Master, is there really such a place?" Taliyah asked. "Not even time?"

"Yes, the real emptiness is like this. Those believers thought that they went to the Paradise to enjoy themselves after death, but they didn't realize that there was nothing there."

Kasha replied on Kahn's behalf, his tone was very firm, even though she hadn't been there.

There is no need to repeat the emptiness of the void, but in fact, even Malzahar himself has never been to the real void.

Those he promised will not go to the void after death, and their end will be annihilation without exception.

"The cult is really scary..."

Thinking of how many people were flying moths to the flame and helping Malzahar usher in the end of the world, Taliyah felt a chill down her spine, as if she was being stared at by the warm purple light emitted by those three-eyed monsters.

In Taliyah's perception, the Void is deeper beneath the rock formations of the earth, down to the base of matter.

She still can't quite understand why beings from another dimension appear in groups underground.

So she regarded the underground where monsters were rampant as the place of void, the birthplace of monsters.

Then why, in such a place full of darkness and monsters, would there be people frantically going forward?

"Will anyone believe such a one-sided statement?" Taliyah was confused.

"It's up to the prophet to decide what the world will be like after death. No one can come back to expose his lies after annihilation." Kahn waved his hand.

"As I recall, the first followers of the Prophet were nomads. As long as he tears the earth open with the power bestowed by the void, he summons nightmarish creatures, screaming and taking away anyone who dares to deny him, and the rest will die Don't trust him anymore."

"With the first batch of believers, the rest will be easy."

"Under the crazy preaching of the cultists, faith will spread like a plague in the desert."

"If prophets don't direct and perform miracles to deceive people, people will deceive themselves."

"If it wasn't for the wise Babayan in your tribe, telling you not to contact the cult, maybe your tribe has become an accomplice of the prophet by now."

Seeing that the little sparrow was already trembling with fear from Kahn's words, Kassadin added another sentence, telling her not to worry too much.

"Now the Prophet doesn't show up easily, and his affairs are handed over to the believers, but there are rumors that he plans to build a temple in the desert."

"A temple..." Kahn fell into deep thought: "I think it's more appropriate to call it an altar."

"Continue to inquire about relevant news, and we will go to him when we reach a cooperation with Nasus."

There was so much news about the Prophet for the time being, and Taliyah also realized that the existence of the Prophet would not only threaten the Weaver tribe, but even the entire Shurima.

"I really hope Sivir can hear this, so she might be willing to help us." She sighed.

"She? She's just a mercenary who doesn't have any benefits." Kahn walked to the north and replied casually, "Oh, by the way, Sivir was nowhere to be seen early in the morning. Where is she?"

"I went to find the elders in the city."

"Look, I'll just say it, it's too late if you don't benefit."

The four continued to wander the streets before passing the temple.

This is a sun temple left over from ancient times, which is made of square-cut granite. It was built by artisans exiled by the lost Icacia.

Each stone was cut and laid with such precision that not a single drop of mortar was needed to build it, and the new stones were embedded with gold threads.

Although it is not as good as the colossal temple in the heart of the Shurima Empire, it is already the best sun temple in the world.

At least it can make Nasus, an ascendant who is crazy infatuated with ancient glory, not feel so disgusted.

A huge sun disc hangs on the top of the temple. The wrought copper is covered with pure gold, and it is suspended by a thick polished marble column with rope and satin.

Although the sun disc in front of him is huge, compared to the real thing, it can only be regarded as a child's toy.

The real solar disc is suspended in the air without any external force, covering the sky and covering the sun like the sun is at the height of the sky.

But please don't doubt, this is already the most restored replica of the sun disc in Shurima.

Karn noticed the two warriors guarding the temple steps, and the helmets they wore got him thinking.

The two helmets were plumed, and their visors molded beasts with protruding muzzles, one the snout of a crocodile, the other a snarling jackal.

Among them, the jackal symbolizes the image of Nasus, who is the god warrior with the head of a jackal.

"Uncle, do you sell jackal masks here?" Kahn had a whim.

"Yes, it's nearby." Kassadin took Kahn to buy a jackal mask, which was made of clay and covered with black ink.

Under the surprised gazes of others, Kahn broke the mask into pieces, leaving only a quarter, and put it on his left eye.

After finally taking off the unsightly headscarf, Kahn was in a happy mood, and the group returned to the station.

Sivir, who was sitting in the hall, looked at the half-mask on Kahn's face, and couldn't help being taken aback, then immediately said: "I received a commission from the elder."