He Comes From the Void

What causes it? This is really difficult for Kahn.

After thinking for a while, he replied uncertainly: "It may be related to the essence of the void. The meaning of their existence is destruction, so when releasing this type of destructive spell, the power will increase many times. It is like the void The energy can't be used for healing magic at all, God knows what kind of distortion it will produce."

In the use of void energy, they are beginners who cross the river by feeling the stones. Even if there are achievements at present, the future is still hidden in the endless void, which is still unknown.

So Kahn did not dare to jump to conclusions.

"You can't heal magic anyway, heh heh." Kai'Sa let out a burst of laughter, her laughter was like a bell rolling on a cowhide drum, the intervals were short and dull.

"That's not necessarily true." Kahn stretched out a finger and shook it in front of Kaisha. The latter was annoyed, so he stretched out his hand to grab it, and said coquettishly, "What the hell did you think of?"

"Did you forget that skin armor can heal us? It can provide the nutrients we need to survive, and even the substances to repair wounds."

Kahn has been injured a lot since he was ten years old. Some of the serious injuries that could kill ordinary people were finally saved by the Void Skin Armor, so he never disliked the damage that this body brought to him from the beginning to the end. The skin armor that comes with endless stinging pain.

The so-called gains and losses.

"Didn't you say before that void energy cannot be transformed into life energy? Now it's going to be overthrown again?" Kai'Sa looked at Kahn with interest, her face was very close, and she was defenseless against Kahn.

With their relationship, there is no need to guard against anything.

"That's true, but isn't the substance that the skin armor provides us with the substance of life? So I think it's not impossible for void energy to be transformed into life energy, it just requires a series of complicated conditions."

"Oh~~" Kai'Sa suddenly realized: "I see, you want to milk a cow from Fu Jia!"

As soon as Kaisha finished speaking, the skin armor immediately felt a sharp pain. The pain caused them to bend down, their arms were put together, their facial features were distorted, but they still couldn't hide the smiles on their faces.

"Don't say it if you know it, you really deserve it." Kahn laughed and cursed, rubbing Kai's head.

"But the skin armor can sense thoughts, even if you don't say it." Kaisha pursed her lips and stood up while supporting Kahn's shoulders.

"That must be because you have thought of something strange. You see, it's okay when I think about it." Kahn patted her cheek lightly, causing the latter to be sullen.

"Bah! You're just thinking about it!"

Kaisha didn't realize that when she was talking about milking cows or pulling wool, she was thinking of another situation.

It's like knowing that a tiger's butt can't be touched, but you think you'll be fine if you touch its balls, but you die without even sliding the shovel out.

Although the parts touched are different, the properties are similar.

The Void Skin Armor is also conscious. It feels that Kai'Sa has the idea of ​​insulting it, and triggers the punishment mechanism to maintain its "self-esteem".

As a consumer through and through, how can it do what a producer should do?

Wouldn't it be an insult to its identity to ask it to squeeze ointment for you humans?

Of course, these are just metaphors, in order to vividly reveal the extreme punishment of skin armor.

As for whether it has the self-esteem in human cognition, who knows.

Just when Kahn was still about to try the void fireball, Taliyah suddenly broke in and shouted loudly.

"Little master, go and see, Nasus is here!"

...

Nasus looked at the woman who suddenly appeared in front of him. He could feel the blood of ascension flowing in her body, but he couldn't confirm that this was the descendant of the royal family.

Because of those eyes, purple eyes, he had doubts.

The blood of ancient Shurima would never have produced such pupils.

As the master of the Great Library, the Ascended Grand Maester of Shurima, he watched generation after generation of emperors grow up from childhood to finally ascend to the throne.

Without exception, the pupils of those emperors were all translucent sky blue, like a clear spring in a desert oasis, so blue.

And the purple eyes in front of him reminded him of something bad.

While he was thinking, the woman spoke.

"The visitor is a lost desert god of death, Grand Maester Nasus?" Facing such a giant as tall as a cliff, the suspicion in her tone almost overflowed.

Nasus narrowed his eyes. He always felt that the word lost was used in a meaningful way.

"It's me." He took off the hood of his burqa, revealing a black jackal head, his ears pricked up, and a white light of vicissitudes and wisdom from the slits of his eyes.

The jackal is a scavenger that keeps company with dead bodies, and has long been recognized as a symbol of death.

But Nasus is not responsible for death. As the most outstanding military strategist in history, his army may have killed many people.

To the people of Shurima, he is a hero. To the vanquished enemy, perhaps he is the god of death.

"So the legends are all true." Sivir looked at the jackal's head carefully, and sighed.

This made Nasus resentful, so uneducated, I really hope he is not a descendant of the emperor.

"That's not a legend, that's history." Nasus corrected, there was a deep well of sadness in his heart, and the buzzing sound came from it for a long time.

He came here because of that beam of light in the night sky.

"Did you see any of my siblings around?"

Nasus refers to his fellow Ascendants as brothers and sisters. Although they ascended in different eras, and their real ages may be centuries apart, they are all guardians of Shurima and do not need to be so clearly distinguished .

Seeing Sivir's puzzled expression, he corrected, "Have you seen someone similar to me?"

Now Sivir understood, she shook her head: "I made that beam of light, there are no other gods in Nasram, and there are no darkin, I am calling you."

"Who are you and why did you summon me?" Nasus slapped the wrapped cane on the ground, looking down at Sivir with condescending eyes.

"I'm Sivir." Sivir hesitated, and said, "I'm a descendant of the Eagle King."

After finishing speaking, she revealed the Chalikar and turned it easily with one hand to show her pure blood.

Nasus' eyes followed Chalikar closely, and he was silent for a while before he said seriously to Sivir: "If you are of Azir's blood, your eyes should be blue. But what I saw was It's purple, and your hair denies your claims, not even a normal Shuriman would have eyes and hair like that."

Azir, Sivir vaguely remembered this was the name of the last emperor of Shurima.

She was a little irritable, because she had already answered the questions according to the knowledge points Kahn gave her, but things did not go as smoothly as she imagined.

She stopped turning her wrist and said, "Chalika is not enough to explain the problem? Then how do you want me to prove it?"

"Give me your blood."