He Comes From the Void

Nasus stuck his cane into the ground, clasped his hands across his chest, and opened his mouth slightly to show his fangs, feeling a sense of oppression.

"Does it have to be bloody?" Sivir looked at him, his knees were stiff and his teeth were chattering.

Nasus nodded. "Do you want to do it yourself or should I do it myself?"

"I will do it myself."

Sivir really hates paying in advance, but she must complete Kahn's mission, otherwise Kahn will not let her have a good time.

She had no choice but to pick up Chalikar and slash her hand.

The sharp blade slashed across the forearm, and blood flowed out immediately, dripping down on the ground along the opening.

Nasus looked down and saw streams of blood evaporating and hissing on the sun-baked tiles, soon covered with brown lumps, and the smell of blood wafting into his nose.

"You belong to the bloodline of ascending, but..." Nasus narrowed his eyes, and his eyes suddenly became sharp: "Your arm is healing itself, and there are other powers hidden in your body."

Nasus pulled up his cane and pointed at Sivir from the air: "I feel something similar to my fallen compatriots in you. Have you learned the forbidden blood magic?"

"Magic? I don't know magic." Sivir raised his eyebrows: "But there is a curse on me."

"Curse?" Nasus growled.

At the right time, Taliyah poked her head out from the corridor and saw Nasus pointing at Sivir with a cane, she was shocked. Seeing Sivir's feet covered with pools of blood again, his eyes widened, fear and courage gushed out at the same time.

"Don't touch Sivir!" She yelled tremblingly, and at the same time, her hands arced back and forth on her chest, as if she was weaving some kind of natural magic.

The ground trembled, and the stones danced beneath her feet and rolled around her in swirling shapes.

Judging from the reaction in her eyes, she should know his identity.

"Little man, your ability can break the rocks of Shurima," Nasus said.

She raised an eyebrow. "That's right. So you better stand back, or I can break more than stones."

Nasus was amused by her bravado: "Girl, you have a hero's heart. But I just came to her to ask for an explanation, and I didn't mean to hurt her."

"Is that true?" Taliyah looked at Sivir, who nodded, "Taliyah, step aside."

"You wait, I'll call someone."

The rolling stones stopped, but Taliyah felt that the atmosphere was still tense, worried that something might happen, and ran straight back to the garrison.

Seeing the small figure disappear again, Nasus turned his gaze back to Sivir.

"You said you were cursed?"

Speaking of curses, Nasus couldn't help thinking of his fallen brethren.

The darkin are triple cursed.

First from their ancient enemies, then from the fall of the Glorious Empire, and finally from a betrayal that will corrupt them forever.

He felt the aura of depravity on Sivir's body, and the fast-healing wound was like blood magic, which made him think about it.

What will the real situation be like? What happened to the owner of the Ascension Blood?

"It's not important, will you help me get justice?"

Sivir knew that talking about the skin armor would be bad, so she didn't want to answer Nasus's question directly.

But she could see that Nasus was obsessed with the problem.

His cane slowly moved towards Sivir, who raised Chalikar for vigilance, but he suddenly lifted it away. Then he moved a few steps to the side, and the tip of his cane hit the armor on Sivir's back.

"I can smell that evil is hidden in your armor. If you are looking for me sincerely, why don't you dare to meet me honestly?"

After speaking, he took off his robe and stood up straight, revealing the stalwart body of obsidian.

On his chest and shoulders he wears battle-worn gold armor and a votive girdle bearing the arms of Shurima.

He reached out and tore off the cloth strip wrapped around the "cane", revealing a long-handled battle axe.

The blade of the ax gleamed with excitement, and the aquamarine gemstone in its center drank the sun.

"Tell me, who dares to curse the Ascending Blood?" He growled in a deafening voice.

Being pointed at by the long-handled battle ax, Sivir turned pale.

She saw Nasus towering before her, the Self of power and magic.

When his physical body was sublimated and recreated by the magic power of the sun disc, the withered and dying flesh became a jackal-headed demigod with an obsidian body.

The posture of the gods shocked Sivir back two steps, and she couldn't help thinking, could such an existence help her get rid of the mountain that was pressing on her?

However, after thinking about it for a long time, she did not say Karn's name, but said something that Nasus kept secret.

"The void." Sivir emphasized again: "It is the curse of the void."

At this time, a hand was quietly placed on her shoulder, and when she looked back, she found that it was Kahn.

Kahn rushed over with everyone else.

He was encouraging her with firm eyes, as if they were her strongest backing.

But Sivir immediately turned his head, and a trace of imperceptible guilt flashed in his eyes.

Just now, she was thinking of saying Kahn's name, making Nasus mistakenly think that Kahn deliberately cursed the Ascending Blood, and then killed someone with a knife.

But he didn't realize that Kahn had quietly come behind him.

There was cold sweat on her forehead, she was glad she didn't say that in the end.

At that time, she thought that Kahn was actually a cursed person, and everything turned out like this could only be said to be due to fate.

But Nasus slammed the handle of the ax down to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The smoke and dust stopped in mid-air, like a shimmering veil, and then circled around Sivir and Kahn, slowly falling down

In the blink of an eye, the circle of dust turned into a hurricane.

Several people involuntarily blocked their faces, but Sivir couldn't see clearly, choked and coughed, and bent his waist almost in half.

The sandstorm is wrapped in the furious wind of the deepest part of the desert, which can twist a group of Ikasur into skeletons in an instant. Armor is useless, and grains of sand will find their way into every nook and cranny and chaff one's skin.

The bursts of scratching pain from the skin made Sivir feel targeted, the sand rubbed out countless blood streaks on her body, scarlet teardrops hung on her cheeks, and her whole body was stained with blood.

In order to protect herself, she had no choice but to unfold the skin armor.

The skin armor spread over her skin, and the black and purple shiny carapace blocked the attack of the sandstorm. Several pieces of nails staggered and overlapped to cover her face, she gradually bent over in the sandstorm, fixedly stared at Nasus who was suddenly in trouble with her three eyes emitting warm purple light, and made a sound of coughing blood.

"Nasus, the patron saint of Shurima? Is this how you treat the last ascended bloodline of Shurima?"