The Glory of Noxus

Boom!

A deafening roar came from the nearly collapsed dark room.

Nasus's expression became solemn. He lowered his eyes and looked at the shattered ground. He could clearly sense a violent force, waiting for an opportunity like a beast.

Doubt flashed across his deep eyes. This force was inexplicably familiar, as if it existed in a distant memory.

Crash!

The floor of the dark room was broken, and a huge black shadow covered with dust appeared in the field of vision.

"Rekton!?"

Nasus looked at the sturdy and burly crocodile beast in front of him and spoke in surprise.

But this was not the Renekton he was familiar with.

The golden ascender armor, which was once a symbol of glory, was covered with traces of spell bombardment.

On the strong scaled body, the healed hideous wounds seemed to record the bloody battles that had passed.

The flexible and hard crocodile skin shone with emerald and bloody luster under the golden light.

What made Nasus most uneasy was that the golden eyes no longer had the firmness they once had, and now showed red hatred.

Nasus was worried and didn't understand what Renekton had experienced.

He stepped forward, trying to talk to his brother Renekton, who had not seen him for a thousand years, to express his longing for him and to understand what he had experienced.

However, when he got closer, he felt a strong hostility and dangerous aura from Renekton's body.

"Rekton, what's wrong with you?"

Nasus slowly stopped, his voice trembling, and he looked at a loss.

The thousand years of self-exile he had spent on the Shurima continent was a redemption for the wrong decision he made a thousand years ago, and a mourning for the heavy guilt in his heart.

He watched his brother, who had lifted him up to heaven, fall into the unfathomable darkness with Xerath, forever isolated from the world.

However, what Nasus waited for was Renekton's murderous roar.

"Nasus, destruction is coming!"

[Ultimate Domination]!

The dark energy in Renekton's body burst out instantly, covering the scaled body, making the crocodile beast grow larger out of thin air, and hatred and anger filled his heart.

Compared with Nasus's mountain-like body, it was equally powerful.

There was a dark storm swirling around the crocodile beast's body, swallowing up all life.

[Rampage]!

Renekton looked at the wolf-dog-faced figure in the depths of his memory, grinned, raised the crescent blade, and rushed over brazenly.

Boom!

The air exploded, and the energy surged.

Renekton rushed to Nasus, and the two mountain-like ascenders collided with each other.

Clang!

The crescent blade fell, and the long-handled battle axe made a thunderous metal collision sound.

Renekton looked up, and Nasus's concerned face was reflected in his red eyes, and then it was quickly covered with hatred.

He opened his bloody mouth and roared in a low and hostile voice, the sound waves spread in the air like a tide.

"Slaughter! Slaughter!"

In the furious voice, Renekton raised the crescent blade in his hand and lifted the long-handled battle axe held tightly by Nasus.

"Rekton, what are you doing?" Nasus' eyes flashed with anxiety.

"Wake up!"

During the wrestling process, he still did not forget to shout Renekton's name.

However, what awaited Nasus was Renekton's rotating crescent blade and his undisguised brutal killing intent.

[Tyrant's Crazy Strike]!

Renekton leaned forward, using the power of the wrestling of both sides, half-rotated his body, and swung the crescent blade.

Nasus was caught off guard, and the long-handled battle axe in his hand almost slipped out of his hand and was raised high, which also left him with a wide open space in front of him.

Renekton stared at Nasus with anger, not wanting to miss such an opportunity. He charged forward again, leaving a hideous scar on Nasus' chest with his crescent blade.

Then, he slammed his shoulder into Nasus' body, knocking Nasus back.

"Die!"

Renekton stared at the familiar jackal face in front of him, his anger burning and his whole body boiling.

He chased after him, jumped up, and swung the crescent blade at Nasus' head.

Clang!

At this critical moment, the power of death in Nasus surged, stabilizing his body, raising his long-handled battle axe, and firmly holding the chopped crescent blade.

The terrifying power confrontation turned into a materialized aftermath, shattering the floor and walls in the dark room.

He looked directly at his brother who was close at hand, and recalled what Xerath said -

Renekton had long since become a bloodthirsty beast under his influence!

But Nasus knew his brother better than Xerath.

Xerath saw only Renekton transformed into a beast, but forgot that a noble god-warrior slept inside him.

Renekton selflessly gave his life for his brother, and willingly sacrificed everything to save his homeland from a traitor.

Xerath forgot all about these things, but Nasus never will.

If Renekton's consciousness can still be saved, then there must be a part of him that remembers his former bravery.

And now, Nasus can awaken this little bit of concern in his heart, and perhaps he can save Renekton from the abyss of madness.

"I'm sorry, Renekton, I have to do this."

Nasus looked deeply at Renekton in front of him, who looked like an ancient beast, and a rich deep purple glow appeared in the dark flesh.

[Soul Draining Strike]!

Nasus was completely determined, ready to use the power of death to strike Renekton's soul and call back his brother.

His eyes flashed with the light of determination and hope, and the power of death brewing in his body was entangled on the axe blade.

Then, he roared at Renekton, like a strong wind in the desert, and rushed over.

This roar blew the horn of the white-hot war and completely ignited the fight.

In the broken dark room, Nasus and Renekton fought fiercely while smashing the solid sealing wall.

The battlefield between the two also entangled from the dark room to the mausoleum palace.

This golden palace, which was once glorious, became a new battlefield for the brothers to fight. The battle storm formed by the two tore everything in the golden palace into pieces.

As the low roars of Nasus and Renekton sounded alternately.

The mausoleum palace seemed to be caught in an earthquake, and the fragments and stones of the palace were dancing in the air.

From time to time, the firm voice of Nasus would sound in the storm.

"Rekton, you can't just give up on yourself."

"We swore together to protect this land and our home."

"Your hatred and anger will only make you lose your way and go to destruction. You must find your will and defeat the darkness!"

Chichi!

In the chaotic battle storm, the sound of weapons cutting flesh rang out.

Nasus used his body to resist the slash of the crescent blade, and then swung his battle axe and hit Renekton's shoulder.

Purple light splashed, and soul flames covered the surface of the scaled body.

Rekton was hit by the power of death on his soul, and complex emotions gradually flashed in his blood-red pupils, as if he was struggling and fighting.

But soon, the dark power spread, suppressed his reason, aroused the anger in his body, and continued to attack Nasus.

"Hurry up and find your will."

Nasus saw that his soul attack was effective, and with his immortal body, he exchanged injuries with Renekton crazily.

The blood of the two ascenders burned and eroded the yellow sand, and the pervasive soul flames rose like a wave.

"I need you, Renekton."

Nasus noticed the changes in the dome from the corner of his eye, and Sivir was falling into the hands of Xerath.

"Without you, I can't kill Xerath!"

With Nasus' current strength, it is impossible to defeat Xerath.

The only way is to awaken Renekton, and with the combined efforts of the two, it may be possible to do all this.

Time is running out.

Nasus swung his battle axe and frequently used the power of death to hit Renekton's soul, hoping to awaken his lost nature.

But Renekton, who had been eroded by the power of darkness for thousands of years, was not so easy to wake up.

In the current situation, Nasus could only place his hope on Sivir.

To be precise, it was her bloodline.

The bloodline of Azir!

The dome of the palace.

The sea of ​​thunder clouds transformed by arcane energy obscured the brilliance of the golden gem.

"Azir's blood owner, do you want to wait for Nasus to save you?"

Xerath stared at Sivir, who was bound by arcane chains in front of him, and his blue flame eyes trembled slightly.

"It's a pity that he can't save himself now!"

Xerath smelled the very familiar smell of blood, even after a thousand years, he still remembered it.

The power of Azir.

The brother he buried with his own hands!

However, to Xerath's surprise, Sivir, who was reduced to a prisoner, just looked at him coldly and didn't say anything.

"What a similar personality!"

Xerath looked at Sivir's face and vaguely saw a corner of Azir.

He couldn't help but recall Azir's experience of growing up, from an ordinary prince to the supreme emperor of the Shurima Empire.

Sivir completely gave up struggling, and Xerath's power was far beyond her ability to match.

But she was not in a hurry, because she felt that the power of the sun in her body was reviving, and the scorching flames were burning the arcane energy that invaded her body.

Xerath seemed to sense something, his blue eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked down at the palace that was almost collapsed because of the battle between Nasus and Renekton.

Some unknown changes are happening!

But he couldn't see it.

"He's coming back!"

Sivir whispered, and a figure wearing golden armor and an eagle-beaked helmet was reflected in his pupils.

Hearing the voice in his ear, Xerath's face changed drastically, and a special breath emerged from the depths of the collapsed palace.

"How is it possible? I saw you fall from the altar and be swallowed by the fire of the sun."

Xerath's blue eyes trembled violently, as if he saw something unbelievable happening.

In the endless wandering of time.

Azir had long forgotten many things, and his last memory was severe pain and fire.

He didn't know what happened on the top of the Temple of the Sun, nor what happened to his empire.

He was lost in annihilation and couldn't feel the existence of time, until not long ago, a descendant with his blood spilled blood on the ruins of the mausoleum palace.

Azir was reborn, but incomplete: his body was little more than tangible, moving dust, held together by the last of his indomitable will.

He stumbled through the ruins and encountered a strange girl, grievously wounded.

Azir confirmed that he did not recognize her, but saw that her appearance bore traces of his own bloodline.

All thoughts about the empire and power were thrown behind him. He lifted up the daughter of Shurima and carried her to the site of the former Dawn Oasis.

The oasis had long been dry, but with every step Azir took, clear fresh water gushed out, filling the stone basin.

Azir soaked the girl in the healing water of the oasis, and the blood disappeared, and the fatal knife wound was almost healed.

It was because of this selfless act that Azir felt the familiar power of the sun again, nourishing his body.

He needed time, and the power of the sun of Shurima gave him hope of rebirth, and his body gradually reshaped into what an ascender should look like.

While Azir was waiting.

He suddenly felt that his only bloodline owner was in mortal danger.

"Who is hurting the bloodline of the royal family of the Shurima Empire?"