Azir looked at the chaotic mass of arcane energy, and he wanted to taunt, but found that he couldn't muster the slightest interest in mocking. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info he thought of the warning sent by the mountain, even if he wanted to laugh, he should laugh at himself who insisted on going his own way, and he didn't listen to the persuasion of everyone, and finally tasted the consequences.

And Zela, who had absorbed the divine light but had not become a god, looked at his ugly body in annoyance and shyness, and roared to vent the energy in his body.

The incomparable energy contained in Zelas's body is like the legendary destruction of the end times, which has descended on the entire Shurima Empire.

That evil force turned into an inextricable blue energy bullet, like a blooming flower.

However, this is not a celebration of joy, but a flower of death that reaps life.

This blooming flower of death annihilated all the creatures in the Shurima Empire, leaving only Azir with the blood of the sun god on the altar, looking at all this in despair.

He was not reconciled!

Azir watched as the empire he had worked so hard to build was ruined by his greed. He looked at Zelas who had fallen into madness, and with a roar, he stabbed the spear in his hand into his heart.

"Come on, Zeroth, even if I risk my life, I will seal you with my god's blood!"

Pulling out the spear stained with the blood of his heart, Azir used all his strength to throw the spear in his hand towards this Russ!

With the blood of the gods, and Azir's final curse, the spear burst out with blinding blood light, and broke through the air towards Zelas, who couldn't stop firing energy projectiles.

As Azir's last resort, 'Heart's Blood' is the last resort of the Shurima royal family, using the hot divine blood flowing in his heart as a guide in exchange for the power that rivals everything!

Zelath was pierced by this bloody spear, and his whole body flew out with the powerful force of Azir, and the direction he flew was exactly - the imperial tomb of Shurima!

Azir clutched the gaping blood hole in his chest, and with the last of his strength, he uttered a spell he never wanted to move: "Kadisman...... Pararuth! ”

A stream of light leaped out of Azir's forehead, broke away from the bloody body on his chest, and flew towards the fading circle of the sun.

The process of flying, fast, but slow for Azir.

Azir, who had incarnated as the light of the spirit, had witnessed everything that had happened to Shurima at this time, lifeless, silent, everything.

The divine consciousness was integrated into the solar wheel, and Azir did not fall silent, he used the little divine light remaining in the solar wheel to activate the last means of saving the life of the entire Shurima, and sank the entire Shurima into the ground, which was the last contribution he could make to the entire Shurima and his empire.

Originally, this method was used by Shurima's first emperor to take precautions and prevent Shurima from encountering an invincible enemy, and used to preserve Shurima's last hope.

However, it is now being used by Azir to save an empty Shurima.

One, Shurima who is the only one.

The ceremony was launched, and the entire Shurima Empire was shocked.

But no one was surprised by this, because there was no one in Shurima anymore.

The whole Shurima slowly sank in Azir's infinite remorse and helplessness, and Azir, who was in the circle of the sun, watched the sun in the clear sky, which was slowly occupied by the yellow sand surging from the side, and turned into night.

This will be, the eternal night of Shurima.

Thousands of years have passed by in a snap of a finger, and only the yellow sand deposited on the ground has witnessed the loss of time.

In the past thousand years, Azir has more than once relied on the meager sunlight absorbed by the solar wheel to transform the divine power, looking for people with the blood of the sun god on the entire continent, and he is unwilling to let himself be silenced all the time, he is not willing to let the yellow sand that was once under Shurima shroud the sky of Shurima.

Therefore, he must take responsibility for the rise of Shurima as a whole, this is his duty as Emperor of the Empire, and this is the duty of the blood of the sun god flowing in his body.

In the past thousand years, Azir has not been thinking for a moment about how to regain Shurima.

Time has sharpened his patience, sharpened his edges and corners, and worn out his pride.

But it did not erase the desire in his heart to restore the country!

Therefore, when Azir's feet full of yellow sand stepped on this thick yellow sand, his heart did not wave.

Even when he stood in the tomb of Emperor Shurima, everything he saw in front of him seemed to make him return to the familiar appearance of a thousand years ago, and his heart was still as calm as water.

It's just that things are still things, but people are no longer people.

In the Imperial Mausoleum, Azir walked along a road that did not look like a road, why did this road not look like a road? Because this is a road with ruins and broken walls, if it were not for the large amount of sand and dust deposited in thousands of years, this road would have been torn apart by some violent collision.

Azir followed the path to the end, and then stopped, and in front of him was a strange thing that had turned into a state of gravel, a strange thing, which looked like a ...... Coffin board?

Well, it's a lot like a piece with facial features...... Coffin plates.

And this coffin board, pierced through the entire body by a spear, was nailed to the wall behind him.

Azir looked at this traitor who had made him hate for hundreds of years, however, a thousand years was enough time for the hatred in Azir's heart to be converted into the power to restore the country.

Gently placing Sivir at the base of the wall, Azir's hand grasped the spear on the coffin board, and jerked it out, clubbing the spear he had used on the thick yellow sand.

With his hand stained with yellow sand, he gently wiped the yellow sand that fell on the body of Zelas, who had incarnated into the coffin board, and the resurrection scripture had appeared on Azir's other hand for some time.

Opening the Resurrection Sutra, Azir recited the incantation he had already conceived.

"Amanda Salaam!"

The moment the unsealed spell fell, there was a hissing on the sandstone coffin board, and a crack opened, and from this gap, a faint blue light was transmitted.

The sand and gravel shell kept peeling off, and the blue energy began to escape from this gap!

Syllable!

Azir's hand stained with yellow sand slapped heavily on the shattered sand and stone, a golden confinement rune condensed under his palm, and four chains, stretched out from the rune, tightly binding the stone shell remaining outside the blue energy, so that these blue energy could not escape.

Azir, who possesses the true scripture of resurrection, used ancient magic to lock this witch spirit with terrifying and evil energy in this broken body.

Blue energy surged within the chain-bound body, slowly condensing into the form of a human being.

Just like that raging energy, the condensed man roared in a furious tone, "Who is it! Who dares to seal my energy! ”