He Comes From the Void

Sivir continued to look along the relief, but witnessed how Setaka fell step by step.

From time to time, god warriors died in fierce battles, and even the mighty Setaka was surrounded by monsters and fell into a deadly battle.

When she was rescued by her comrades in arms, her huge body was mutilated and she was already dying.

As soon as the screen turned, the dying Setaka changed from a huge ascension form back to a normal form, lying peacefully on the arms of a wolf-headed god.

The light on her body was extinguished little by little, and finally returned to darkness.

The war on the border is still tense, and people can only hastily build a mausoleum for the ascended military queen. She was put into a gorgeous sarcophagus under the watchful eyes of the wolf-headed god, and finally died in the yellow sand.

Sivir withdrew his gaze from the reliefs on the four walls and looked at the sarcophagus in the center of the tomb.

In the darkness, she had already quietly covered the Void Skin Armor, and everything was clearly presented in front of her eyes.

And the group of bodyguards were still groping around in the dark, but they didn't know that she had already reached the sarcophagus.

On both sides of the sarcophagus stood two huge sculptures of beast-headed gods, the jackal-headed one was holding a long-handled battle axe, and the crocodile-headed one was holding a half-moon butcher's blade. They all looked at Sivir with wide eyes.

"Nasus, Renekton, I recognize you." Sivir muttered silently.

This pair of god warriors are brothers who ascended at the same time, guarding the glorious glory of the dynasty with one piece of paper and one weapon, and have evolved into the existence of door gods in the culture of Shurima.

Guards with wolf heads and crocodile helmets can be seen in front of many temples, guarding before the stairs.

Sivir didn't see any magical patterns on the sculptures. She knew that these two sculptures were only erected here to scare off the youngsters, and had no actual deterrent effect.

She stepped forward to the sarcophagus, and the sculpture's invisible eyes fell on the open space behind her, which made her feel less depressed than at the beginning.

wrong!

Why should she have a psychological burden?

This was originally the tomb of her ancestors, and she came here to take away what belonged to her.

In fact, in the bottom of Sivir's heart, the trust in Kahn is far from reaching the level of absolute confidence.

Only after she confirms whether Chalikar is really as magical as Kahn said, can she change her view.

The length of the sarcophagus reaches an astonishing four meters, and one can imagine the size of the person sleeping in it.

This is just an ordinary state. According to the proportions shown in the relief, Sivir speculates that after the god warriors fully release their power, they can become giants tens of meters tall.

Such a huge body is worthy of the name of a god.

With a clear purpose, she ignored the incomprehensible scriptures engraved on the coffin lid, glanced at the magnificent gemstones inlaid on it, and finally determined that what she was looking for was in this sarcophagus, and she needed to open the coffin lid to find it. get it.

Sivir put his hands on the coffin lid and put his forehead close together, murmuring, as if praying.

"I'm sorry to disturb your rest here. I don't care about the ethereal revival, I only care about my own life, I must take it, so that I can hold my destiny in my own hands. If you feel contact, then let me get it smoothly.”

After Sivir spoke her mind, she pushed the sarcophagus vigorously.

Because of the ancient times of the Void Skin Armor, her strength far exceeds that of ordinary people, and she pushed open the coffin lid alone without using tools to pry open the sarcophagus.

The grinding sound in the dark caught the attention of the captain of the bodyguard, and he sounded a warning, with some eagerness and excitement in his voice.

"Mercenary, did you find something? Don't move, let us do it."

Sivir ignored the captain's warning. She poked her eyes into the sarcophagus and found a skeleton wearing battle armor lying quietly inside. The huge skeleton was over three meters long.

The magic weapon that Kahn drew on the wooden table with wine and held by the god in the relief is placed on the chest of the skeleton at this moment.

It is a golden cross blade shining with cold light, with a emerald green gem inlaid in the center.

With just one glance, Sivir couldn't look away. She felt her blood being pulled and boiling in her veins.

She took out the crossblade and looked at it carefully in her hand—it was indeed a treasure, containing ingenious craftsmanship and magical power long forgotten by time.

Sivir was amazed, no weapon made her feel so good.

The moment she got it, she felt that her soul was connected with the weapon in her hand, even though there was a layer of evil skin armor, this feeling could not be broken.

Sivir firmly held Chalikar in his hand, and then looked at the captain of the bodyguard who was walking towards him.

"Mercenary, have you found the family heirloom? Give it to me, and when we return for business, you will be considered as having completed the commission."

The bodyguard captain didn't realize what kind of terrifying existence he was about to face at this moment. He saw the cold light of Sivir turning the cross blade in the darkness, and walked towards her step by step.

Sivir unbuttoned his helmet, revealing a cruel smile.

"Okay, the agreed money can't be less."

She handed over the cross blade, and the captain of the bodyguard took the heirloom ecstatically, but found that it was extremely heavy in his hand, and even a strong man like him struggled to hold it, let alone swing it.

"How did you pick it up so easily?"

The captain of the bodyguard stared blankly at Sivir easily snatching the cross blade from his hand with only one hand, feeling puzzled in his heart.

"Because..." Skin armor spread out from Sivir's body, and his voice became shrill under the cover of the helmet: "This is my family heirloom, and you are not welcome here."

She twisted her wrist, and the cross blade spun quickly in her hand, making a sound like a sword.

With a light wave, he chopped off the head of the captain of the bodyguard.

Sivir had an extremely strong connection with Chalikar the moment she saw it...or possessive.

The reason why she asked the captain of the bodyguard to touch it was just to confirm the attitude of this magical weapon.

It is enough to explain a lot of things that a strong man can hardly move something with all his hands, but she, an ordinary woman, can easily swing it without skin armor.

But Sivir could feel that this weapon was far from being so simple.

The rest of the bodyguards didn't realize that their captain had been neatly killed by Sivir who turned into a monster in the dark, and she threw the cross blade at them.

Chali Kaer drew a death trajectory, circled and flew through the air, connected the three people who were not on the same straight line, cut them off, and finally flew towards her.

She jumped forward, reached the point where the flying blade landed ahead of time, caught it, continued to spin it a few times in her hand, and then stopped.

Sivir's eyes focused on the cross blade again, only feeling a burst of disbelief.

She could feel that this weapon was somehow connecting with her—before she threw the crossblade, she had already calculated its flight trajectory after it was released from her hand, and where the final landing point would appear.

Sivir strode forward through the darkness, cutting a bloody path through the tomb, leaving only the dead behind.

They were all dead people whose torso had been cut off with a single knife.

The blood-stained blade was licked clean by the greedy skin armor, and the cross blade was perfectly fixed by the bone blade on the back.

Sivir inherited the will of the Goddess of War and walked into the yellow sand of the desert alone.