"Quick! Close the city gate!"

"Squat down! Squat down!"

Under the ancient city wall, a woman dressed as a herdsman screamed at the top of her lungs, commanding the young men of her clan and the people who poured into the city gate.

"One, two, three!"

"One or two..."

When the east city gate of Nerimajie was closed with the combined efforts of everyone, and everyone huddled under the city wall that had been buried in the yellow sand for thousands of years, the woman finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground with some exhaustion, listening to the howling wind and the roar outside.

Thunder.

Others were also cowering, and some people shouted for the rest of their lives: "I'm saved!"

"Thank you! If you hadn't opened the city gate, we would have been dead! Let me give you water and coolness, brothers and sisters." A man dressed as a merchant said with gratitude on his face.

"This is the gift of the Eagle King." The woman shook her head and shouted: "If this city hadn't been reborn from the soil, we would all have died under this weird storm! By the way, you look like a caravan,

Are you coming to Dawn Oasis? If so...you are lucky, but if you arrive later, you will be dead!"

When the vendor paused, everyone around him became fanatical and shouted: "No! It's a gift from the Eagle King that we are here! We were originally in the city of Vicoula, which is still two days away from here! There is evil

The wizards attacked Vicoula, and it was the Eagle King who protected us, and then used the power of the gods to fly us here!"

"...What?" The woman was shocked.

The still-unconscious survivors around the vendors also added their words to each other, gradually letting the nomads who let them in know what had happened in Wekaura.

They looked up at the sky and were frightened by the thunder that rose from time to time in the distance. They did not even dare to look directly at the doomsday-like storm and looked at each other in shock.

Is this really not a natural storm?

But the Eagle King is fighting the enemy?!

Their expressions also became fanatical. The great celestial warrior indeed possesses unparalleled power, but... who is the person who can fight His Majesty the Emperor?

Some people remembered that they seemed to have vaguely seen soldiers made of yellow sand guarding Azir and flying out of the city. The time did not seem to match what these Vicora people said. Moreover, if His Majesty the Emperor brought these Vicora

People flew here, why were they allowed to land outside the city?

But... none of it matters.

In this horrifying scene of hurricane doomsday, they huddled behind the shelter, shouting "Long Live His Majesty the Emperor" and "Shurima Lives Forever", longing for the yellow sand continent to return to its former glory!

…

Flying outside the core battlefield, Azir felt a little uncertain in his heart. His sand soldiers had been blown away by strong winds in the outer areas, and the cavalry that maintained the glory and majesty of the emperor had long since disappeared. Only he could fly.

In this place, it has been difficult to penetrate deep into the battlefield.

Of course, this does not mean that he is afraid. How could the great Shurima emperor be afraid of the enemy? After his second ascension, with the blood of the sun, he believed that he had surpassed all those who had ascended and even the ascended Queen Setaka... Well, the situation was just unclear.

He just didn't want to make Shurima enemies for no reason.

When he first became aware of this battle, the intensity of the battle was far from this level, otherwise he wouldn't have come. Now his soldiers can't get close at all. Even in this position, he feels a little bit trapped.

The stinging feeling of strong wind.

Gazing at the core of the battlefield from a distance, Azir suddenly felt something. He dropped straight to the yellow sand in the distance. Two sand soldiers took shape, piercing the soil and lifting it, revealing two unconscious figures.

A kobold and a crocodile, their bodies are covered with wounds of all sizes, including messy wounds caused by sharp blades, and small wounds cut by wind and sand!

"Grand Maester? Champion of Renekton?"

He recognized it and quickly controlled Huangsha to bring the two of them away from here. The power of the gods was first injected into Nasus' body, allowing him to slowly wake up.

Nasus had a wary look on his face. He saw Renekton lying next to him and saw Azir again, and realized that he had been saved. He said in a low voice, "Azir, you saved us?"

"Ah, Grand Maester Nasus, I am so glad that you and the Renekton warrior are still alive. What is happening here, and who are you fighting?"

Seeing that Azir continued to treat Renekton, Nasus realized that Renekton's injury was not fatal. Nasus said quickly: "Wait a minute, Azir. A lot of things have happened in the past three thousand years. I was just here

Fight Renekton."

"……What?!"

Azir knew about the brotherhood between Nasus and Renekton, which was also a good story in Shurima. At that time, Nasus was weak and could not climb the Altar of the Sun. It was Renekton who feared life and death.

Carrying him up, this move moved the gods, and the two brothers became warriors of the gods together for the first time in history.

How could these two people fight?

Nasus shook his head and looked at the core of the battlefield in the distance: "The battle is not over yet. It seems that we have been unconscious for a while. I will explain to you later that this place is very dangerous now..."

He and Renekton fought hard before, and both of them were seriously injured. But if no accident happened, it would take at least ten minutes to decide the winner. But at this moment... As warriors of the gods, they were actually killed.

The aftermath of the surge swept up into the sky, causing him to lose consciousness.

If he hadn't experienced it personally, he would never have believed that such a thing existed in this world. Even the core battlefield of the war between Shurima and the Void would not have had such a terrifying impact!

"The two sides in the battle...one is the demon that symbolizes fear, Fiddlesticks."

Azir was slightly shocked: "That legendary monster? The head of the nine demons?"

"Ten demons have appeared on the continent today." Nasus corrected: "And the other party in the battle... is a human mage."

"...Humans?" Azir paused and repeated in disbelief: "Humans?!"

"I can't believe it either."

Nasus sighed, looked at Azir solemnly and said: "Your Majesty, you have been away from the world for three thousand years, and I have been in self-exile for three thousand years. The world has become different. If you want to repeat the glory of the Shurima Empire,

It’s not easy.”

Maybe...it's impossible to do it at all!

…

In the center of the battlefield, the wind and sand around him kept rolling, churning like water. Ji Xing held the magic sword in his right hand and the Soul Blade in his left hand, quietly waiting for Fiddlesticks on the opposite side to re-form.

Slowed down.

In the ten minutes since he obtained the power of the Darkin Sword Demon, Ji Xing defeated Fiddlesticks' form nearly a hundred times, finally slowing down Fiddlesticks's condensation speed. Even for this conceptual creature,

It is also impossible to condense infinite incarnations without any loss.

Ji Xing's previous judgment on it was that it might need to be killed more than 100,000 times, but now it was reduced to just a hundred times and it was damaged. This was not a misjudgment, but the power of the dark descendant!

When the ferocious monster reunited, the magic sword in Ji Xing's right hand suddenly thrust forward, and a dark red sword energy spurted out, resisting Fiddlesticks' advance and constantly eroding its body.

This is Aatrox's death-giving sword energy!

This is the power that comes with the magic sword.

Power from the void!

It was because Aatrox participated in the war with the Void that year and was eroded by the Void that he fell from a god warrior respected by everyone to a darkin. When Ji Xing tried to control the magic sword to improve himself, he failed at all.

I am not worried that Aatrox can invade my consciousness. The only thing that is a little bit elusive is this mysterious 'void'.

But after fighting with this power for so long, Ji Xing had some strange feelings, a familiar feeling. Why does this void power... come to resemble the 'Little World'? Yes, it is the will of the world!

According to any book in Rune Continent, in human memory, the void is terrifying, an invader, and the source of the destruction of the world. Every void monster has an evil appearance. The void is an absolute world-class villain with an evil position.

noodle.

So this makes it difficult for Ji Xing to determine. If there is the power of the world's will behind the void, then what has become of Runeterra? Who is the villain?

Upgrading and mastering the will of the world are the core goals of Ji Xing's invasion of the alliance world. Ji Xing marked this strange feeling in his heart. When the time is right, he must explore it.

Getting back to the subject, when Fiddlesticks broke through the Death Sword Qi and a violent shock wave overflowed, the 'Zanpakutō' in Ji Xing's left hand was lifted in the opposite direction.

The light and shadow of the thunder crisscrossed, as fast as tearing apart the space. Fiddlesticks's head was cut with a huge bloody mouth, and the power of fear impacted Ji Xing's heart with his roar, but Ji Xing ignored it and used the devil to

The sword pierced his body!

Another Fiddlesticks dies.

The new Fiddlesticks stands up!

Seemingly realizing that Ji Xing, who possesses darkin power, would be difficult to kill with the loss of physical energy, Fiddlesticks changed his tactics this time.

One-on-one turned into a group fight.

The power of fear surged, and hundreds of Fiddlesticks appeared around Ji Xing at once.

Each of their bodies possesses about 60% of Fiddlesticks' power, and like a violent tide of beasts, they charge towards Ji Xing together!

Ji Xing's center of gravity sank.

The next moment, two mad dragons appeared around him, one was dark red and the other was deep purple!

They let out a roar of destruction, as if even the destructive power of heaven and earth was wrapped around them. Every time they collided with Fiddlesticks' incarnation, there was an explosion like a rupturing planet, destroying every one of them.

Detik tore up.

10! 50! 100!

Fiddlesticks was cleared once again, and the two dragons gradually returned to the prototype of the two swords. At this moment, Ji Xing sensed that a fatal crisis was approaching!

His eyes darkened slightly, and he crossed his two knives in front of him. With a roar and buzz, he blocked the scythe from the leaping Fiddlesticks.

"I'm so...scared..."
To be continued...