He Comes From the Void

The huge crater like a crater on the surface of the moon in front of me is a miracle created by Taliyah.

It's just that in Kahn's imagination, this pit should be as huge as the ring theater of Nerima Jie.

But after all, the fallen god ordered the slaves to dig for a long time, and then shaped it with powerful magic, like a crater composed of smoky black, sea green and extraordinary rainbow. The ground is full of colored glaze fused with sand and gravel under intense heat. The surface of the colored glaze absorbs the soft moonlight and reflects it into a misty white curtain.

And the huge pit in front of him was just dug by Taliyah hastily, so it couldn't be compared.

The purpose of digging pits and performing rituals here is to summon Nasus. If they went to Nerima Jie at the foot of Mount Targon at the westernmost point of the mainland to hold the ceremony, it would be a waste of money.

Narimaja was the first city after the fall of Shurima to be slaughtered by the mad gods because it was the slave boy's hometown. At the same time, it is also the place where mortals began to betray the Darkborn.

(In the physical book, there is an expansion of the Tsar’s going to Harise, saying that Keharise is the hometown of Xerath. But in Ragnarok, Nerima Jie is the hometown of Xerath. Given that in the physical book The expansion of is only the interest of the designers, and the latter shall prevail.)

Kahn retracted his gaze from the giant peak in the distant sky, and looked at Sivir beside him.

"Taliyah tried her best. Although the hole is not big enough, let's make do with it." Kahn said solemnly, "Sivir, it's your turn."

"You scare me." Sivir pointed to the huge pit in front of him: "Is there really no danger?"

The pit was big enough to bury an entire quoll, and it also expanded the limits of Sivir's wild imagination.

She thought she was just kowtowing to the statue of the wolf-headed god, but looking at it now, things were far from that simple.

"Maybe, but Chalikar will protect you. It's a spiritual weapon."

Kahn shrugged, telling the truth.

If you lied to Sivir that there was no danger and made her accidentally get into danger, it would be over.

Sivir lifted Chalikar, and stroked the blade with his fingers at a vertical angle, feeling its sharpness. It seems that through this contact to strengthen the invisible connection between himself and the cross blade.

"In order to ensure my safety, I think it is necessary for you to go down with me, otherwise I have no idea." She raised her eyes and stared at Kahn, but she didn't have much expectation.

I just want to judge the danger of going here through Kahn's attitude.

"Can I get a backer after I die? It's not a bad deal." Kahn smiled and shook his head: "But I refuse. If something happens, Chalikar won't care about me."

"Tch! Coward..." Sivir hissed disdainfully, grasped the crossblade firmly in his palm, and then walked towards the giant pit.

But after Kahn admitted the danger, Sivir felt a little relieved.

At least Kahn didn't perfuse her with blindly optimistic words.

It's like knowing that visiting the tomb will be dangerous, but Sivir will still go, and a vigilant heart has kept her alive until now.

Watching Sivir climb over the ridge of colorful rocks and disappear into the huge pit, Kahn felt extremely uneasy about what would happen next.

Kaisha seemed to sense Kahn's emotions and couldn't help but hugged his arm.

They were blocked by the ridge from what was going on in the crater.

Sivir slid down the craggy, sloping rock face to the bottom of the crater.

The rock here has a dark brown matte color and is extremely hard in texture.

There are potholes and puddles all over the feet, and the water seeping from the cracks in the rocks is very clear, and a shallow lake has accumulated in the center, which is like a curtain that passes through the star world under the moonlight.

The iron boots stepped into the lake, and the water surface shimmered.

Standing in the center of the lake, clear water spread over her ankles.

Sivir looked at the crossblade in her hand—the Chalicar reflected the excited light under the moonlight, and the emerald inlaid in the center was drinking the moonlight.

Kahn told her two methods, feeding blood and chanting spells. The first method was not dangerous, so she had to try feeding blood first.

She pressed her palm on the blade of the Chalikar branch, and with a light stroke, her palm was cut open by the sharp blade.

Blood dripped on the cross blade, gathered in the emerald along the blade, and then got into it.

Suddenly, Sivir felt a gust of wind blowing over her beautiful long, gradient-colored hair.

She didn't move, and there was no earthquake, but the water under her feet kept spreading out circle after circle of ripples.

Sivir immediately realized that this strange phenomenon was caused by the weapon in his hand—Chalikar was presenting some invisible rhythm in the form of ripples.

The emerald glowed with magic, and she felt a surge of restless power flowing from the weapon into her body, sharpening her.

Not only the speed and reaction, but even the thinking has become much sharper.

Now she can instantly calculate in her mind the distance and time when the Chalikar throw hits a bare rock thirty meters away and bounces back.

If the current her met the Saenz tribe, she felt that she could decapitate more than a dozen enemies with just one knife.

But... these changes in her didn't seem to attract Nasus' attention.

Even if he were an immortal warrior of the gods, he could not perceive the ripples spreading from a puddle thousands of miles away, or the glimmer of joy from a gemstone.

Although the first ritual had an effect, it was not the effect they wanted.

Sivir took a deep breath, ready to perform the second ritual that Karn told her.

She straightened her chest, looked at the bright moon, and raised the cross blade high.

She cried: "What was forged by the sun will be broken by the moon!"

Then he smashed Chalikar into the ground with all his might.

The shallow puddle under his feet seemed to be hit by a waterfall, splashing out the sky and rushing out of the huge pit.

Even though it was only half of the sharp blade inserted into the soil, the sound of the impact was deafening, like a giant hammer hitting the curtain of the foundation of the world, and the far-reaching echo echoed in the huge pit.

The clear night sky burns with the diamond brilliance of new star births, but it is not a golden gleam.

The light was cold, ruthless, and as bright as silver.

The light came from far to near, and the moon cast a white light, and a pillar of pale flame pierced the ground from the night sky.

It hit the branch protruding from Chalikar, reflecting the white flame.

The waterfall of Moonfire rolled violently to both sides, rushed up to the sky along the sloping rock wall, scattered into little sparks at the highest point, and fell back into the giant pit like a shower.

This is a flame that can burn the sun, and can easily destroy the arcane core cast by the star power of the god warrior. The power contained in it makes Kahn's heart tremble.

He was so scared that he shivered and hugged Kaisha tightly.jpg

Now he is very grateful that he made a clear choice just now, and did not follow her into the huge pit just because of the beauty's invitation.