The Glory of Noxus

3rd Renekton

"Your Majesty Xerath, are you trying to stop me?"

Hearing Huo Jixing's words, Zeras' blue flame eyes flickered slightly, and the arcane energy behind him became restless.

The strange and legendary powerful man in front of him destroyed his dark sacrifice in Vaikaula and killed his plan to consume Nasus' power.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be entangled until now.

Xerath's mind was racing, he suppressed the killing intent in his heart, looked at Nasus who looked disappointed, and slowly shook his head at Huo Jixing.

"Won't!"

"I am about to break the seal of the power of Azir's bloodline, and then you can leave directly."

If he were in his prime, with the blessing of the sun's power and the increase in arcane energy, he would never let Huo Jixing leave like this.

Just like he once obliterated the old emperor of the Shurima Empire.

But he had just broken through the darkroom ban and was unable to stop the other party.

"The seal of Azir's bloodline power?"

Huo Jixing raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Nasus and Sivir thoughtfully, guessing that this was something they were hiding during their cooperation.

"Forget it, let's leave first." He thought to himself.

Only the chaotic continent of Shurima is in the interests of the Noxus Empire.

By leaving Nasus and Sivir behind, they might be able to check Xerath when the dragon returns to the sea.

Nasus noticed the change in Huo Jixing's attitude and felt helpless. He gasped amidst the rubble and ruins.

His left arm was broken and hung limply by his side. It was broken from shoulder to wrist and covered with traces of anxiety.

Nasus tried hard to hold himself up with his other hand, but white-hot pain came from the fracture in his spine, making it difficult for him to breathe.

If given time, his body could recover, but now, he had no time at all.

Xerath chuckled, understanding Nasus's thoughts: "You have fallen too far, Nasus."

"As an Ascended One, you actually want to stop me with your tactics."

Xerath approached Nasus, liquid arcane flames emerging from his fingertips.

"If it weren't for what you did to me, I would pity you."

"But during the time when you were wandering and blaming yourself, your spirit had already broken."

"Haha, it is better to be destroyed than to betray one's trust." Nasus laughed loudly and coughed up a large mouthful of blood.

"Even if you are now blessed with divine power, you are still a traitor and a slave."

He felt Xerath's wrath, and it gave him great pleasure.

Now he can only do this.

"I am not a slave. Azir's last command is to set me free."

Nasus looked extremely shocked when he heard this.

How could Xerath be free? this makes no sense

"Then why. Why betrayed Azir?"

"Azir is a fool, and his grace comes too late." Xerath thought of the scene when he finally met Azir.

Azir stood under the sun's disk. Before the sun priests began the ritual, he turned to Xerath and granted him his freedom as promised.

All the slaves of Xerath and Shurima have been freed from their chains.

Azir also embraced Xerath, recognizing him as his brother he would never forget.

At that time, Xerath stood there, at a loss. He was given everything he had ever wanted, but his plan would definitely lead to Azir's death.

Nothing could stop Xerath from continuing.

Everything has begun, there are too many links in operation, too many sacrifices have been made, and Xerath can no longer look back.

No matter how much he wanted to stop.

"No reason!"

Nasus howled in pain, and the broken bones in his shoulder began to come together again.

He felt strength beginning to return to the muscles of his arm, but he pretended that it was still a useless limb.

"What are you going to do if I die?"

Nasus was reminded of how much Xerath loved to talk in front of others.

"What would happen to Shurima if you became emperor?"

He tried hard to suppress the pain in his heart and shoulders, waiting for his body to slowly repair the injury.

Xerath shook his head, looked at the completely collapsed dark room, and saw the golden palaces.

"You actually think I can't see that your body is healing itself?"

"Then get down and fight me!" Nasus pushed himself up, raised his long-handled battle ax, and the power of death emerged again.

"I have imagined your death a thousand times." Xerath said as he rose out of the dark room.

"But those were never made by me."

"The Desert Butcher will get what he deserves."

Xerath's body radiated a light that was more intense than the sun's disk. Rocks and sand fell from the palace dome.

He wants to break the seal of the tomb palace and return to the continent of Shurima.

"He will use his claws to peel off every inch of your body. Remember to thank me!"

Nasus's eyes tightened, and he had a bad premonition in his heart, but his eyes were always locked on Xerath.

Buzz!

The blue arcane energy spread all over the mausoleum and palace, making a dull sound like a thundercloud.

Sivir, who was hiding near the palace, looked at the arcane chains falling from the sky, and his expression suddenly changed.

[Spell Shield]!

[Swirling Blade]!

She first called out a spell shield, intending to resist the falling arcane chains.

Then, she waved the Chalikal in her hand like a boomerang.

The golden cross-shaped weapon, with a cold light, rotated and cut towards the arcane chains, intending to chop these energy bodies.

Clang!

The arcane chains fell and hit Charikar accurately, making a metallic sound.

Then, the magic shield was broken, entangled with Sivir, and brought her to Xerath floating in the sky.

Sivir struggled violently, and when she found that she couldn't break free, her eyes couldn't help but look at Nasus.

Pray that this rumored dog-headed human ascender can save herself.

But he saw a shocking scene.

[Am I a god? ]

He no longer confirmed it.

Maybe it was once, the golden disc in his memory was shining with golden light at the top of the Ten Thousand Towers.

He remembered that he held a withered ancient man in his hands, and the two of them were taken to the sky together by the light of the sun.

All his pain was washed away and healed, and his body was reshaped by the light.

If this memory belongs to him, then was he once a mortal?

He thought so, but he couldn't remember clearly.

His thoughts were like a swarm of dune flies, a jumble of memories dancing wildly inside his narrow skull.

[What is reality? What am I now? ]

He looked around at the dark cave. Was this reality?

He thought so, but he was no longer sure he could trust his feelings.

Because all he remembered was darkness, a terrible, endless darkness that wrapped around him like a shroud.

Then the Whisperer found him.

The shadows cast by the walls snaked around him, whispering and feeding his pain.

He pressed his twisted, sharp claws to his temples, but he could not drive this shadowy companion out of his mind. He could never do it.

The Whisperer told him about his shame and sin, about the thousands of lives he had killed, about the souls who had been born because of his failure.

Part of him thought it was just a trick, a lie repeated too many times.

He could no longer distinguish between truth and falsehood.

The Whisperer reminded him of the days when he was cut off from the light, and showed him the scene of the moment he was betrayed. The wolfhound face that betrayed him looked down at him and threw him into the abyss of eternal darkness.

His cloudy eyes began to fill with tears, and he wiped them away angrily.

The Whisperer knew every secret passage leading to his mind, distorting every fact and every virtue he once believed in, making him completely forget that he was once revered by everyone -

the God of Shurima!

Shurima, he vaguely remembered this name buried deep in his soul, but all the impressions were blurred and disappeared like a mirage.

The rest was deeply locked in the depths of his mind, locked tightly with the iron chains of madness.

His eyes used to be clear, but now they have become blurred because of the eternity spent in darkness.

His skin, once as hard as bronze armor, was now dull and cracked, and fine sand flowed from the wounds all over his body like an executioner's hourglass.

Maybe he was going to die soon.

He thought he might die, but the thought didn't bother him too much.

He had lived too long and endured too much to fear the end.

Worse, he was no longer sure he could die.

He looked at the weapon in front of him, a long crescent-shaped axe without a handle -

It had belonged to a warrior king of Icathia.

At this moment, he suddenly recalled a scene in his mind, destroying the handle and destroying the army of the axe owner.

He remembered that he had reforged the sharp weapon, but he didn't remember why.

Maybe he would use it to tear his thick throat and see what happened.

Is it blood or sand?

No, he would not die here.

Not yet.

The Whisperer told him that there was still a role for him on the stage of fate.

He still had blood to shed, and hatred to extinguish.

The wolf-dog-faced figure that had driven him into darkness appeared in his mind, and every time he saw this face, his hatred and anger made him rage and boil.

He looked into the broken cave, the shadows retreated, and the golden sunlight fell, revealing the primitive murals of mortals.

The ancient paintings had begun to peel off, almost making it impossible to see clearly, depicting a glorious desert city.

The cool river water flowed through the high canals, and the sun's rays brought the blessing of life, and there was a magnificent green field and a fertile land in front of him.

He saw an eagle-headed king standing on the top of a towering building, and a figure in black robes stood beside the king.

Below them were two giants in armor, one of whom was a majestic crocodile beast holding a crescent-shaped long-bladed axe; the other was a warrior scholar with a wolf-dog head.

Time had eroded the cuneiform inscriptions below the images, but it was still enough for him to recognize the name of the enemy who betrayed him.

"Brother Nasus"

The source of his torment was found, and his own identity emerged like the sun after a storm.

"I am Renekton!"

He gritted his teeth and hissed in anger.

"I am the Desert Butcher!"

He raised his crescent blade, stood up straight, and the dust of years slid off his armor.

The old wounds were closed and smoothed, the cracked skin was glued back together, his soft and hard crocodile skin regained its emerald luster, and he found his goal again.

Once upon a time, the sun reshaped him.

But now, darkness is his ally.

His monster-like body was full of energy, his muscles bulged, and his eyes burned with red hatred for Nasus.

He heard the Whisperer speak again, but he no longer obeyed the voice's call.

He clenched his paws into fists, touched the ax blade lightly, and saw the warrior with a dog's head and body above him.

He began to picture Nasus under the blade.

"Blood debt! Blood payment!"

"You abandoned me in the darkness, then you will pay with your life for this betrayal!"