The Glory of Noxus

In the endless dark space of chaos.

Nasus' obsidian body was covered with countless cuts and scars, and his right hand holding the long-handled battle axe revealed golden bones.

His consciousness was hazy, and he could only rely on the immortal power given after ascension to heal his body.

However, Xerath's arcane power shattered the space and exiled him to the turbulent space outside the material realm. The healing speed of the immortal power in his body was simply not as fast as the damage caused by the space.

Suddenly!

Nasus felt his skin become warm, and the familiar power of the sun penetrated into his obsidian body along the wound, increasing the activity of the immortal power.

He moved his body and slowly stretched out his bent shoulders and legs. The neurons sent good news that his limbs were almost completely restored.

Nasus slowly opened his eyes, and the deep purple glow disappeared in his pupils.

He forgot the passage of time, which meant that he had been in the dark space for an unknown period of time.

With the help of the power of the sun, Nasus' body healed quickly. His only memory now was the last arcane torrent that destroyed the Tomb of the Emperor.

The darkness left and the sun fell.

Nasus followed the blazing sun and noticed the material world within reach.

He forced himself to control his immortal obsidian body and slowly moved forward.

Under the guidance of the power of the sun, Nasus re-entered the material world.

Where the Tomb of the Kings once was, only a bottomless pit remained, like a mottled wound in the desert, silently telling of Xerath's unrivaled arcane power.

The morning light fell into the purple pupils, and Nasus saw the sun disk once again towering above the yellow sand in the distance, and a familiar figure buried deep in his memory stood before him.

It was Azir!

He was wearing golden eagle armor, with his sleeves covered with iridescent feathers, and his face under the helmet looked noble and majestic.

Beside him was Sivir, who had disappeared in the Tomb of the Kings, with a layer of golden light covering her azure eyes.

"Nasus, long time no see!"

Azir spoke softly, and the golden scepter sprinkled the power of the sun to heal Nasus' body.

Nasus knelt on one knee and saluted the God-Emperor respectfully.

When the Sun Disc rose above the yellow sand again, he knew that although Xerath was still a danger that could not be ignored, the reborn God-Emperor would surely lead the Shurima Empire to rise again.

And he would fulfill his past duties and provide guidance and advice to the new empire.

As if he understood what Nasus was thinking, Azir sensed that Xerath was waiting somewhere in the world.

There will be a battle between them!

Azir took a step forward and stared at the rising Sun Disc, with the golden scepter in his hand shining brightly.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The Sun Disc bloomed with a sun-like light, and endless wind and sand rolled up. The disappeared ruins of the city were reorganized in front of them and rose to the ground.

The healing water flowed between the temples. Under the order of the emperor, the sun temples rose from the ground one after another to welcome the sun.

Then, a large army of yellow sand soldiers in armor walked along the city streets in neat steps and knelt on one knee.

Nasus quietly looked at the almost mythical means under the sun disk and came behind Azir.

"Your Majesty, can you find the trace of Renekton?"

Azir heard the words, his eyes flickered, and the eye-catching sun brilliance covered this vast desert area.

"Sorry, Renekton has disappeared. There is no trace of him where the sun shines."

Nasus was silent, thinking of Renekton's abnormal state, his finger bones clenched the long-handled battle axe, thinking secretly.

"I will find you, brother!"

"It's time for us to set off!"

Azir walked forward slowly, followed by Sivir and Nasus, and then the yellow sand soldiers wearing golden armor.

"The Shurima Empire was once the glory of Runeterra, and I will restore its glory!"

Azir looked down at the Shurima continent, which had almost turned into a desert, with the help of the power of the sun disk, and swore solemnly.

Shurima continent, the far west.

At the end of the Mother of Life, an oasis is located in the desert.

The city in the center is Narimaj, which has left a strong mark in the history of Shurima and is also the birthplace of Xerath.

Continue westward from Narimaj, near the coastline of the Conqueror's Sea, there stands a mountain that is almost connected to the sky.

Targan!

The top of the world in Runeterra.

This towering mountain is made entirely of hard rocks, bathed in the scorching sun all year round, and always overlooks the mountains below, magnificent and unparalleled in the world.

Near Targan, there is an uninhabited place far away from civilization, which is out of reach for many people.

Only those who seek with the most determination have the honor of seeing its face.

Many legends in the world are related to Mount Targon, and like other mysterious places, Mount Targon is also a shining beacon that attracts dreamers, madmen and adventurers.

Some brave people will try to climb this mountain, perhaps to find wisdom and enlightenment, perhaps to pursue glory or some kind of desire deep in their souls to reach the top.

The top of Mount Targon, the Cult of the Sun.

The glow of the scorching sun shines on a magnificent and majestic temple standing on the mountain.

Inside the temple at this moment, a blonde woman wearing golden armor and holding a giant sun sword stopped training.

"The fighting spirit of the Protoss? And the revived royal bloodline of the Shurima Empire?"

The power of the celestial spirits in the blonde woman's body burned through her eyes, as if she was crossing space and looking at the battle situation on the Shurima continent.

"Which star spirit has descended into the mortal world? And has the power of fire?"

"Angel of Justice Kayle? The breath is a little different, and it is not time for her to descend yet?"

The blonde woman's skin flashed with blazing sparks, and the giant sun sword in her hand also burst out with bursts of scorching power.

After a long time, the blonde woman retracted her scorching eyes and walked towards the temple.

"Your Majesty Leona!"

The passing Lahoraks bowed to the blonde woman with fanatical expressions.

Lady of the Dawn Leona is the guiding light of the Sun Cult and the Rakkor tribe, just like the sun has always guided them forward.

She has an extraordinary status in Mount Targon.

Leona nodded to the Lahoraks one by one, and when she arrived at the location of the Sun Cult, someone was already waiting.

"Arrange people to go to Shurima, the royal blood of the Shurima Empire has returned to the world, and contact them." Leona ordered.

"Also, find out if there are any Protoss descending, or if there are any Protoss gifted people."

"Yes!" The people of the Sun Cult quickly arranged it.

Although the Sun Cult and the Rakkor tribe are beyond the world, they are concerned about what is happening in Runeland.

There have been several disasters that have brought fatal threats to Mount Targon and the Rakkor tribe living nearby.

At the foot of Mount Targon.

The settlement to the north of the Rakkor tribe.

Between the endless rocks, the plateau wheat grows tenaciously, not afraid of the cold mountain wind, not afraid of the hardness of the rocks, and waits until it matures.

Around the settlement, there are Rakkor people wandering around, they are either holding spears, patrolling on the plateau, alert to the invasion of barbarians.

Or they bend down in the wheat field, carefully cleaning the pests hidden in the wheat, ensuring the healthy growth of every grain of wheat.

At noon, fireworks gradually rose in the settlement, and smoke curled up.

Shouts came one after another in the distance, the sound of children running home after finishing their play.

In a stone house near the plateau wheat, a weathered middle-aged man sat in front of the door.

His bare upper body was surrounded by a torn blue cloak, and the surface of his bronze skin was engraved with extremely dim rune marks.

The most eye-catching thing was the fatal scar from the left chest to the right abdomen. Even if it was frozen, it was still shocking and terrifying.

While looking at the plateau wheat growing vigorously in front of him, he wiped the bronze spear and shield in his hand.

Suddenly!

The bronze spear was ignited with flames, and the shield was also suddenly bright.

It seemed to be calling him to fight.

"Hmm?" The middle-aged man stood up, pointing the spear in his hand at the distant east, eager to try.

"Is this... Are there Ascendants reappearing? It looks like there are quite a few of them."

He stood there, looking towards the east of Shurima, looking melancholy, recalling the past.

When he was ruling the Shurima Empire, he had killed Ascendants known as God Warriors and guarded the settlements.

He had also defeated the notorious Darkin Sword Demon Aatrox during the Darkin War and expelled the barbarians who attacked the settlements.

Now, a thousand years have passed, and the Ascendants have reappeared.

"Is the mysterious future war about to sweep across Runeland?"

The middle-aged man turned around and looked at the Rakkor people playing not far away, a soft look turned into firmness, climbing onto his hard face.

Noxus Empire.

On the cliffs of the east coast, an ancient and dilapidated noble castle seemed to have been forgotten by time, hidden among the mountains.

The cracks on the dark gray walls were like mottled scars, silently telling the vicissitudes of the past.

The interior of the castle was a long-sealed precision, filled with the smell of decay and death.

In the deepest part of the castle, a huge dance floor lay quietly, filled with bloody blood, as if it was the source of life, but also like a curse of death.

Suddenly, the runes surrounding the blood pool lit up with bloody light, jumping in the darkness, as if something evil was awakening.

Under the influence of evil power, the surrounding air became turbid and heavy.

At this moment, a red bubble emerged from the center of the blood pool, and then a petite figure rose from the blood pool.

It was a noble boy who looked extremely young, but the evil breath around him showed that he was a very dangerous existence.

"Huo Jixing, Star Spirit!"

A crisp voice sounded, but the tone was full of fear and anger.

The noble boy was suspended in the air, and after absorbing all the blood in the blood pool, a sinister look appeared in his blood-red eyes.

"Damn it, you destroyed my efforts for thousands of years!"

Vladimir's tone was low, and he wanted to restore his former strength after his body died.

Even if there is a thousand years of accumulation, it will take a long time.

Most importantly, his original body is the pinnacle of blood witchcraft, which is not comparable to this body.

"A thousand years!"

Vladimir thought of the battle in the Tomb of the Emperor and regretted his greedy actions.

However, if he had the opportunity to choose again, he would still target Huo Jixing's Protoss body.

The previous Dark War left him with a psychological shadow, otherwise he would not have been so obsessed with Huo Jixing and tried to get his flesh and blood.

"Protoss, are all beings your slaves?"

Vladimir clearly remembered how the Darkborn who went against the will of the Protoss were destroyed. They had sacrificed their lives to resist the void, but eventually perished in the hands of the Protoss.

"I want to live, I must continue to live!" Vladimir looked at the resurrected weak body and whispered.

"Hmm?"

Just as he was about to walk out of the dark room of the castle, he vaguely sensed something and looked back at the altar near the blood pool.

It was the magic circle for emergency communication within the Black Rose, which could span a distance of tens of millions of miles.

In the past, Vladimir could dine with the Pale Lady as an equal. The intertwined dark magic and blood witchcraft made the wine on the table sour and the roses withered, turning from bright red to black.

However, now that he had just been resurrected, he did not dare to contact the Pale Lady.

After thousands of years of cooperation, he knew the Pale Lady's dark character better than anyone else.

"Did Iris go back and tell the Pale Lady the result?"

Vladimir looked deeply at the altar flashing with rapid light and decisively fled the castle.

He must avoid the Pale Lady, and then use the power of the Crimson Order to secretly restore his strength.

For safety, he even secretly made a decision that if the Crimson Order showed any signs of danger.

He would abandon everything, stay away from the Valoran continent, and no longer get involved in anything.