He Comes From the Void

As Kahn activated the Z-drive, time was reversed, and the expressions of astonishment suddenly disappeared from everyone's faces at a certain point in time.

Sivir stood back in front of the tomb door strangely, the python stone statue absorbed all the toxin injected into her body, and then collapsed.

Time goes back to the time before Sivir was attacked, before Chalikar was embedded in the door of the tomb. Feeling uneasy, she walked past Nasus wordlessly, and pointed Chalikar at the cross dent under the breathless gaze of everyone...

"Sivir, be careful with the mechanism."

Kahn's sudden reminder stunned Sivir for a moment, and she waited until she came up to him before saying that now she could only bite the bullet and open the door.

It was scary enough to be wary of a crazy monster suddenly rushing out from behind the door, but in the end, we had to pay attention to Lao Shizi's mechanism.

Her mind was like electricity, she embedded the ancient magic weapon, and made a sound of perfect fit.

The door of the tomb opened, and suddenly, a collapsed stone statue guard beside Sivir stood up, and the fangs of the python's head snapped down towards Sivir.

Kahn's reminder worked, Sivir's hand didn't leave Chalikar, and he took it off directly to block it in front of him. The Savior Spirit Blade saved Sivir again, and the Emerald burst out an aphotic shield, blocking the venom sprayed by the fangs.

The scorching venom trickled down to his feet, and white-hot steam came out, and Sivir jumped away, terrified.

"It really has a mechanism!"

"This is the curse of Naganekar, the power of Darkborn magic, has she fallen too..." Looking at the collapsed stone statue, even Nasus was stunned.

"The grand maester doesn't know that there is a mechanism here?" Kahn looked at Nasus's performance, and he didn't seem to know that there was a mechanism here.

Nasus shook his head: "If I know, I'll tell you. Someone put the stone statue here while I was away. I don't know what their intentions are."

"Roar!"

The door of the tomb had been fully opened, and a burst of roars from inside the mausoleum interrupted their conversation. Sivir frowned and retreated behind everyone.

A gust of wind blows from the dusty tomb, with a mad and vicious laughter in the wind, taking torture as the most intoxicating pleasure.

Nasus sensed the existence of ancient magic, and a metallic smell came from his mouth. All his senses were sharpened, ready for the coming battle with all his might.

In the past thousands of years of self-exile, every day he would replay the moment of closing the door in his mind, and the guilt towards Renekton and the hatred for Xerath had never subsided.

These emotions became the beliefs he fought for, and he held the long-handled battle ax tightly in both hands, blocking the door of the tomb.

Heavy footsteps sounded in the darkness, and a silhouette as tall as Nasus gradually emerged from the inner door.

He has a crocodile-like snout, densely packed with knife-like teeth, and the airflow he exhales disturbs the floating dust. The jaundiced eyes were burning with crimson hatred, the ocher green skin was wrinkled and folded, and a thick tail was swinging violently behind him. A suit of mottled armor, hardened grime covering dull gold and rusted bronze.

"You left me in the dark, brother." His voice was dry and hoarse, and his throat had been broken by a thousand years of screaming.

Renekton walked out with his back bent and hunchbacked, without the slightest joy of regaining his freedom. He stared at Nasus, and then pulled out a Crescent Axe from behind. Such a weapon could even A scala cut in half.

Nasus remembered that the weapon belonged to one of the kings of Icathia. Renekton led the Shurima army to suppress Icathia's army, took a long-handled battle ax from the king's body, broke the long handle and defeated the army with the ax blade. He reforged the weapon and has been using it ever since, but he never imagined that one day he would use the knife against himself.

"Once upon a time, the sun recast me. Now, darkness is my ally. Are you ready to bear the anger that has been imprisoned for thousands of years? My brother." The crazy god asked, and there was no reason in his eyes.

Nasus gritted his teeth, but didn't respond.

A gust of foehn was blowing, he looked at the sky above Renekton, and a revived magic power floated in the tomb. It was a splinter of dark energy, wrapped in iron chains and fragments of an ancient sarcophagus.

That is the rebel of Shurima, the achiever of the fall of the ancient empire, Xerath the lobbyist who turned brothers against each other!

At this moment, the evil Wu Ling was watching from the sidelines, smiling sinisterly, ready to watch the scene of fratricide that he had single-handedly facilitated.

"Despicable Xerath, what did you tell him!" Nasus roared through his teeth.

"I just told him what I've been through." Xerath laughed, the sorcerous fire within him smoldering sinisterly. "I won't shoot, two on one is too disgraceful. I don't need to shoot, the desert butcher will get what he deserves. I will watch him peel the flesh off your body every time with his claws."

Renekton seemed to have long been accustomed to whispering in the dark, and ignored Xerath's appearance. Nasus could feel Xerath's hatred surging like a torrent, and his sarcasm meant something.

When the disaster happened, the two brothers hurried back to the Dawn Oasis, and two dozen of the instigator who had just stolen the power of ascension were thrown into the magic sarcophagus and sealed. Although Xerath destroyed the sarcophagus, the remaining fragments and chains still imprisoned him.

Then, Rexai and Xerath were both sealed into the impenetrable emperor's tomb, imprisoned in darkness for thousands of years, but it also gave him a chance.

Naturally, Nasus would not believe Xerath's lies, maybe this treacherous country thief asked Renekton to test whether his strength had increased, so as to deal him a fatal blow at the right time.

But he couldn't think about it that much at this time, he handed Xerath to Ryze, and he went to face Renekton, who hated and went crazy.

"My brother, if it makes you feel better, then do it!"

The sound of the wolf dog's face made the lingering darkness in his mind boil, and a ray of light shone through the hole in the darkness to sting his brain, burn his body, and burn his soul... an incomprehensible hatred rose, tormenting him.

Renekton, who couldn't bear it any longer, let out a furious roar and rushed towards Nasus. He swung the crescent axe and struck Nasus's long-handled battle-axe. The gold and iron clanged, and a few sparks splashed out.

Xerath laughed viciously in the sky, and the burning body became brighter and brighter, illuminating the ruins of the yellow sand.

A great battle was staged again after thousands of years.