He Comes From the Void

Seeing Vastaya's offensive posture, Nasus slammed his cane heavily on the ground, stirring up the yellow sand, and at the same time, the cloth wrapped on it also fell down one after another, revealing a sharp long-handled battle axe.

"You want to challenge the Ascended? I am your god." Nasus's voice was calm, as if explaining a fact.

"I've always wanted to kill a god."

Su Susai laughed loudly, and the loud sound disappeared into the boundless yellow sand.

This lead hunter has a surprisingly big appetite. He came from the carnivore tribe from the east to Shurima looking for opportunities and challenges. He will never let go of any opportunity to fight for fun. Hunting powerful enemies is his pursuit.

As he spoke, he swung his blade, showing off its inscribed runic emblem and dangling skeletal trophies, as he slapped his scarlet breastplate with the back of the blade.

"I found this knife in an ancient tomb in the endless plain. The ancient warrior who held this knife was wearing this armor on the bone frame. I also took it off. He is about the same size as you. I will kill you with your weapons."

"You can't piss me off."

Using words to irritate the other party and reveal his flaws, Nasus knew exactly what the other party was planning. He strode forward, using the advantage of the length of the weapon to initiate the first attack, and swung the long-handled battle ax into the air to make a long arc downwards, straight for Susasse's head.

The lead hunter raised his shield to block it, splashing a few shattered scales, and at the same time the machete struck his intercostal space, which was separated by Nasus with the handle of the axe.

The first encounter between the two ended in a draw.

Nasus is re-examining the opponent in front of him. Susasse is not only relying on his mouth, he is also a fighter with superb strength and skill, and his weapons and armor are enough to compete with him. Especially his full head of braids, the braided talisman contained the ancient magic that Nasus was very familiar with, making him feel unable to do it.

"Is this all you can do? God, or have you forgotten how to fight in your confusion?"

Susasse lowered the chassis and lunged forward, the machete opening a gash in Nasus' reflexed leg. Nasus backhanded the end of the axe's handle, sending Susase down in the yellow sand at his feet, and the bronze tip fell, the aquamarine gem drinking the sun.

This blow caused a gap more than one meter deep to be smashed into the sand. The yellow sand splashed up was like a spray of mist, but it didn't cut Susasse down the middle.

He rolled on the sand, dodging the guillotine-like axes, and his dexterity far exceeded the limits of his huge body. Then he got up and rushed to Nasus again, the blade slashed at the golden armor on the latter's side.

Nasus didn't retreat, but hit Susasse repeatedly. The handle of the ax deflected the machete, and Susasse covered his shield, parrying Nasus's first blow, only to be caught by the next blow on his furry body. At the same time, his machete slashed on Nasus' shoulder without sparing any effort, splitting the gilded armor.

Blood-soaked hair splattered, stone-like flesh and blood collapsed, and the two warriors tossed and turned. The sunlight reflected on the blade and ax was extremely dazzling, and the ancient steel gave off emerald green sparks as it rubbed against the blade.

Both of them saw blood and gasped heavily. Susasse stepped back to open the distance, and Nasus stepped forward to slash with his tomahawk. The lead hunter blocked the knife with his shield, but the force of the slash brought him to his knees.

Humiliated by the gesture, Susasse stretched his legs, the toothed shield hit Nasus in the face, and while Nasus was out of sight, he stabbed him in the stomach.

"Wither." Through the shield, the wolf god whispered.

More than why, Susasse felt his right hand suddenly become weak.

A strange fragrance wafted out of nowhere in the air, and then he saw a flower of death swirling along a lavender-colored track in front of his eyes. Then his fingers began to twist and deform, the skin was no longer plump like withered, shriveled and attached to the knuckles, and the muscles disappeared.

The strange symptoms extended to the entire arm holding the knife. Susasse's machete feebly pierced Nasus's hard skin, and slipped out of his hand with only a cut made by inertia.

Looking at his completely useless arm, Susa was shocked and angry, and the next scene made him forget the pain.

Emerald gleams began to build up within the god, fiery light flowing through his body along forked veins. The sand from the ground rose into the air, swirling around Nasus, and his body gradually grew taller, revealing his true form.

"If it weren't for those stolen magics, you wouldn't be alive at all." The voice of God roared in my ears.

Susasse focused his gaze on Nasus again, the oily black blood stopped flowing, and the magic from the sun healed his wounds, the reconstructed skin could not see the scars, exuding sparkling vitality. Meanwhile, the gold and bronze armors flowed in mid-air, returning to their original positions and putting together a whole new look like smooth beeswax.

He felt the mystical energy that had created the creature surge like a wave, washing over his eyes.

Sussai couldn't help but burst into tears. The existence of such a life itself is a kind of shock, and any legendary depiction can't accurately record the true strength and stalwart of the god warrior.

He threw away the recurve machete in his hand and waited eagerly for the kill. Weapons are useless against this burly monster.

"Insignificant and ignorant mortals, delusional to challenge the will of God." Nasus's voice echoed between every grain of sand: "I broke through all armies, knocked down cities, and conquered this world countless years ago. Do you think you Can you stop me?"

As Nasus's arm fell, a large amount of yellow sand rolled Susase into the vortex, and a small tornado wrapped every dimension of his body, and while rotating at a high speed, there was a jaw-dropping sound. Sour bone grinding.

The unimaginable pain of cutting made all the members of the sand pumping gang lower their heads, clenched their teeth, and trembled on the sand.

Kahn silently watched the sandstorm's tornado shrink visibly with the naked eye, until it finally reached a limit and lost the magic to maintain it. The spinning yellow sand was no longer bound by centrifugal force, and fell straight into the sandstorm like Soangsa's sand waterfall. In the sand.

The yellow sand fell, and Susasse's life also ushered in the end of nothingness. The former leader of the sand pumping gang is no longer there, and any traces of his existence have been worn away by the yellow sand.

Only the recurve machete was left.

Nasus picked it up, and the huge machete seemed like a toy to a mortal.

This scimitar was once the weapon of an ascender, but if the original power of the ascender was not injected, the knife would only maintain this size.

"Do you want it?" Nasus asked Karn with a knife in his hand.

"Me?" Kahn pointed at himself, shaking his head again and again in astonishment: "I don't want a weapon. Compared with this, I am more interested in the things over there."