The Glory of Noxus

Temple of the Sun!

Nasus looked up at the majestic golden building in front of him, his expression somewhat melancholy, and many memories of the past flashed through his mind.

But compared to the huge temple in the heart of the Shurima Empire, this temple can only be regarded as a child's toy.

Made of sandstone and bare reefs knocked out by chisels, the rough traces are not overly modified, and the sizes of the stones are also unequal.

Made by human hands, but only in human realm.

It is far inferior to the former temple, which is the existence that all the forces on the Valoran continent envy and envy. The kings from afar come from afar just to see its style.

And what future generations call remembering is this pile of shameless stones?

Nasus lowered his head, and the scholar's heart was covered with a touch of shame.

The library he built has long been lost in the long river of history, and has not left anything useful for future generations.

As he approached, the dark outer wall of the Temple of the Sun shone with a basalt-like luster.

Nasus could see the joints of different sizes inside the spliced ​​wall panels.

On the top of the temple, a golden sun disk was suspended. Even from a distance, Nasus could see that there was no gold on it, just a forged alloy of bronze and copper.

In addition, the sun disk that Nasus worshipped when he turned into an ascended form was suspended in the air, but this copper plate was hung by several hemp ropes and hung on several asymmetrical pillars on both sides.

"Is this still a sun disk?"

The anger in Nasus' eyes was almost undisguised, and he wanted to be furious.

He and countless ascended warriors fought bloody battles for the empire, but today's people only use such an ugly way to commemorate their homeland.

He wanted to wake them up and tell them that their ancestors fought desperately for the solemn history of the empire.

But the residents of Vikaura seemed to know nothing, their eyes were cloudy, and they had no way of understanding what he knew about the former glory of the Shurima Empire.

And Nasus now could not make them understand.

Under the bright sunlight, a priest in a feather robe stood in front of the disc, with his hands raised in a prayer posture.

"Will he be the owner of the ascended bloodline?"

Nasus took a firm step and came to the temple. He saw that the steps in the four corners were also uneven stones.

Two warriors wearing fitted armor made of copper plates and feathered animal helmets on their heads guarded the stairs.

They heard footsteps and turned to look at Nasus.

And Nasus recognized what the helmets they wore represented, and his expression was slightly hesitant.

The animal heads on the warriors' helmets had protruding snouts. One was a crude mimicry of a crocodile's long snout, and the other's hat brim was shaped like a roaring jackal.

"Who is it?"

Two warriors stepped forward, thrusting their spears at Nasus, intercepting him.

Nasus fell silent. He had been wandering in the mortal world for too long, silently paying for his sins in a long and bleak self-exile.

But now, the days of hiding his identity should come to an end.

Nasus no longer wanted to hide his face in the dark.

He took off his carefully patted robe and stood up straight, with divine power and magic permeating his ascended armor.

When heroes still walked among mortals, he had already existed as an ascender.

"It's Nasus, the lost son of the desert!"

Many ordinary residents of Vikaola have never really seen Nasus.

They only heard the name of Nasus in the myths of the ancient Shurima Empire.

Hearing the warrior's voice, many people nearby looked over and saw the existence recorded in the myth

Nasus, a solemn and majestic dog-headed ascender with a human body.

His body had been remade by the magic of the sun disk, a jackal-headed demigod with an obsidian body.

His chest and shoulders were covered with weathered gold armor and a votive belt with the Shuriman emblem.

Nasus ignored the people's discussions and took off the long-handled battle axe on his back.

The sharp axe blade flashed with a piercing light, and the aquamarine gem in the center drank the sunlight.

"Get out of the way!"

The warrior guard shrank his head timidly, but his feet did not move.

Nasus sighed, and a hint of self-mockery appeared in his deep eyes.

He was an ascended being admired by the people of the Shurima Empire, a figure comparable to the gods, and he was stopped by mortals.

He did not hesitate, swung the axe back and forth in a semi-arc in front of him.

The end of the axe handle lifted up and hit the warrior on the left, throwing him thirty yards away.

Then the axe struck down, sending the other warrior sprawling into the dirt, his jackal-shaped helmet tumbling to his feet.

Nasus spared the warrior, who groaned in pain, and reached up the first flight of stairs with his clawed feet.

He climbed toward the top, where the sun shone on the shoddy metal discs.

Halfway up, he looked out over the broken walls of Vekaura.

On three sides, barren dunes stretched to the horizon.

To the east of the city, the land rose into small, hardy foothills covered with the hard branches of drought-resistant desert palms and banawal trees, whose roots were hundreds of meters long and dug deep into the sand to suck water.

The empty desert was the scene of Shurima now, and Nasus felt a pang of sadness.

He thought of how life had flourished when the Mother of Life nurtured the earth.

Perhaps Azir can bring Shurima back to life, but if not, it is crucial to find someone who carries the bloodline.

More and more guards began to rush to the top of the temple, shouting words that were inherited from ancient Shurima, but without any of the original elegance and sophistication.

Nasus didn't care at all. Most of these warrior guards were ordinary people and had no power to stop him from climbing.

It took only a moment.

He climbed to the top of the temple, his golden armor reflecting a brilliant glow, and the votive bands wrapped around his arms and belt dancing in the wind.

He saw the rebuilt sun disk reflecting thousands of scales of sunlight.

The metal surface was much rougher than he remembered, and it was obviously not polished.

The hemp rope was extremely unsightly, and the clumsy work of the Vikora people was exposed here.

The top of the temple was almost undecorated, no huge stone platform engraved with the starry sky, no crimson curtains, and no reliefs of heroes who had passed the ascension ceremony.

At this moment, ten warriors wearing dusty cloaks and covered with bronze plate armor stood between Nasus and the priest.

Nasus' eyes narrowed and he noticed the priest's appearance.

The tall and majestic man wore a robe covered with iridescent feathers, with a pair of large sleeves like flying wings and a turban like an ebony bird's beak. The face under the turban looked noble, without mercy, and awe-inspiring.

It was exactly the same as the Azir he remembered.

"Are you Nasus?"

The priest spoke in a deep and broad voice with a royal tone, but Nasus felt his fear.

Even for the extraordinary, claiming that they saw the arrival of the gods is one thing, but seeing it with their own eyes is another.

The terrifying pressure almost suffocated him, and his thighs trembled.

"Since you ask this question, it means I have been away for too long." Nasus put down the long-handled battle axe, stuck it in front of him, and said in a deep voice.

"Yes, I am Nasus."

"So, who are you?"

The priest immediately straightened his back and puffed out his chest, like a male bird in mating season, and said proudly.

"Me? I am Azrahil Salamu, descendant of the Eagle King, the first forerunner of Vikora, the Illuminator, the Light Walker, the Fire Keeper, the Dawnbringer--"

"Descendant of the Eagle King?" Nasus interrupted him, his eyes fixed.

"You said you are the blood of Emperor Azir?"

"Need I say, I am."

The priest's face became impatient, looking at the warriors guarding in front of him, and his confidence returned to him bit by bit.

"Come on, tell me what you want."

Nasus nodded, then pulled out the battle axe, holding it across his chest with both hands.

"Your blood."

Time is running out, he must find the blood of the ascended before Xerath breaks the seal and reinforce the ancient seal.

Boom!

Nasus slammed the metal handle of his axe into the ground, sending up a cloud of dust.

The dust hung in midair, like a shimmering veil, then circled around the hierophant and his warriors and slowly fell.

"What are you doing?" the hierophant asked, his face horrified.

He immediately signaled the warriors to come forward and surround Nasus, while he prepared to slip away.

In the blink of an eye, the circular dust became a hurricane that swept across the top of the temple.

The warriors involuntarily raised their hands to cover their faces, and the hierophant could not see clearly, choking and coughing, and almost bending over at the waist.

The sandstorm was wrapped in the furious wind of the deepest desert, and it could twist a group of Ikasul into skeletons in an instant.

Armor was useless, as sand would get in every nook and cranny and rub people's skin.

The sun disk swayed back and forth in the wind summoned by Nasus, and the ropes in the iron rings tightened.

Nasus attacked without warning, swinging his long-handled battle axe left and right, knocking the guards to the side with the axe handle or the bladeless side.

He didn't want to kill these people, after all, they were all descendants of Shurima. They just happened to be blocking his way.

He walked past the warriors' tumbling and struggling bodies and walked towards the priest.

When he reached the priest, he found that the so-called descendant of the Eagle King was lying on the ground curled up in a ball, with his bloody hands covering his face.

Nasus bent down, grabbed the back of his neck and lifted him up, so that his feet were a foot off the ground, as easy as a hound picking up a puppy.

Nasus got close to his face and looked at this guy carefully, somewhat doubting the blood in his body.

The priest's face was full of bloody streaks rubbed out by sand, and there were scarlet tears on his cheeks, and he was extremely scared.

Nasus exhaled lightly, not caring about the guy's injuries, and carried him closer to the sun disk.

Although this disc is a fake, without any gold melted into it, it can still reflect sunlight, which is enough.

"You said you are a descendant of Azir, let's test it."

Nasus stretched out his left hand and pressed the priest's face to the disc. The metal burned by the scorching sun branded his injured skin, and he screamed.

Then, Nasus threw the crying man aside and stared at the hissing stream of blood on the disc.

The blood had been burned into a brown lump, and the smell of blood drifted into his nose.

"Your blood is not... No, your blood does not belong to the ascended bloodline." Nasus was a little confused at first, and then said firmly.

"You are not the person I am looking for!"

However, at this moment, the surface of the sun's disk lit up with a faint blue glow, covering the sun's blazing heat.

When Nasus saw this, his pupils narrowed.

He sensed the familiar presence of ancient magic, and a metallic taste filled his mouth.

At the same time, all his senses became sensitive at this moment.

"Zeras!"

Looking at the vision in front of him, Nasus spoke in a deep voice.

The awakened magic power was suspended above the sun disk, and the hazy light and shadow reflected an ancient sarcophagus-like thing.

That was the disobedient man of Shurima, the one who brought about the fall of the ancient empire.

He is about to completely break the seal!

"Nasus, long time no see!"

A low and hoarse voice sounded in Nasus's ears, and majestic arcane energy emerged from the ancient sarcophagus.

"Are you going to seal me again?"

"Then, you have to hurry up, I'm about to return to freedom!"

Before Nasus could answer, the hazy light and shadow shattered, and the sun disk became quiet again.

But the priest seemed to have exhausted all his life breath and dissipated into wind and sand.

Nasus immediately realized that the priests had become Xerath's toys.

His arrival triggered the arcane magic in the opponent's body.

But this is not the end.

He sensed that in Vicoula and at the end of the distant horizon, countless people were coming, including many extraordinary beings.

And these crazy people have all become Xerath's arcane puppets and will launch an unrelenting attack on Nasus.

Under the dilapidated city wall of Vicoula, the sunlight slants on the stones full of traces of time, reflecting mottled light and shadow.

Huo Jixing and Cassiopeia walked along the street, keeping a certain distance between them.

Cassiopeia wore a dark linen cloak, which cleverly hid her body, revealing only a pair of dark green eyes, which shone sharply in the gaps in the cloak.

"We need to buy some daily necessities." Her voice was a little low.

"The area of ​​the lost ancient tomb is very complicated. Once we enter, we may spend a lot of time in it."

Huo Jixing nodded, casually pulled out a few gold threads from the headscarf he was wearing, and placed them in the palm of his hand.

They walked into the bustling trade area full of stalls and bought the food and water they needed, enough for a month.

Suddenly, Huo Jixing stopped in front of a stall and looked back at the sun disk suspended in the center of the city.

It's the sun disk!

He looked far away and saw a familiar yet unfamiliar figure under the sun disk.

Desert Death God Nasus!

Immediately afterwards, a sudden change occurred, and the thousands of brilliant rays of light reflected on the surface of the sun's disk dimmed and were covered by a layer of blue arcane energy, like a black moon rising, hanging over Vikoula.

"Ancient magic!"

Huo Jixing raised his eyebrows and his eyes fell on Cassiopeia, which was somewhat similar to the magical energy in her body.

Then he looked outside the city of Wekaula.

Under the red-gold eyes, many clouds came over, and the yellow sandy ground under his feet also trembled slightly.

At the end of the field of vision, a brownish-yellow cloud gathered under the blazing sunshine, which was the dust stirred up by the marching troops.

Huo Jixing saw sharp steel spears and solid black armor, some of which looked like equipment forged in Noxian forges.

"Shurima rebels?"

But why did they attack Vikoula, who was rebuilding the Sun Disk?

No, it’s not an attack on Vikaula, it’s an attack on Nasus!

Huo Jixing quickly understood and was shocked and confused.

This group of Shuriman actually wanted to attack Nasus, who was known as the Desert Master and guarded this continent.