Sivir continued to look at the relief, but witnessed how Sertaka was falling step by step.

From time to time, there are Celestial warriors who die in tragic battles, and even the mighty Setaka is surrounded by monsters and falls into a battle to the death.

By the time she was rescued by her comrades, her huge body was mutilated and dying.

As soon as the screen turned, the dying Setaka changed from a huge ascension form back to his normal form, lying calmly on the arms of a wolf-headed god.

Little by little, the light on her body went out, and finally it turned into darkness.

The war on the border is still tight, and people can only hastily build a mausoleum for this ascending martial queen. She was sent into an ornate sarcophagus by the wolf's head, and finally rested in the yellow sand.

Sivir withdrew his gaze from the reliefs on the four walls and looked at the sarcophagus in the center of the tomb. x

In the darkness, she had quietly covered the Void Skin Armor, and everything was clearly presented in front of her eyes.

And the group of bodyguards were still groping around in the dark, but they didn't know that she had already touched the sarcophagus.

On either side of the sarcophagus stood two huge statues of beast-headed gods, the jackal-headed one holding a long-handled battle axe, and the crocodile-headed one holding the half-moon slaughter blade, all of whom looked at Sivir with angry eyes.

"Nasus, Renekton, I know you." Sivir muttered.

The two Celestial warriors were brothers who had ascended at the same time, guarding the glory of the dynasty with one culture and one martial artist, and had evolved into a god-like existence in Shurima's culture. x

Many temples can be seen in front of the doors of the temples with guards with wolf heads and crocodile helmets, guarding the stairs.

Sivir didn't see any magic in the sculptures, and she knew that the two sculptures were only erected here to scare off the youngsters, and had no actual deterrent effect.

She took a step forward to the sarcophagus, and the invisible gaze of the sculpture fell on the clearing behind her, making her feel less depressed than at first.

Wrong!

Why should she have a psychological burden

This was originally the mausoleum of her ancestors, and she had come here to take what belonged to her.

In fact, in the depths of Sivir's heart, the trust in Karn was far from being fully trusted.

It would take her to confirm that Calikar was as magical as Karn said she would be.

The length of the sarcophagus reached a staggering four meters, and you can imagine the size of the sleeping people.

This is still just a normal state, and based on the proportions shown in the relief, Sivir speculates that the Celestial warriors can become giants tens of meters tall after completely liberating their powers.

Such a large size is already worthy of the name of the gods.

She had a clear purpose, ignoring the indiscernible scriptures engraved on the lid of the coffin, skimming over the magnificent gems set on it, and finally determined that what she was looking for was in this sarcophagus, and that the lid of the coffin needed to be opened to get it.

Sivir put his hands on the lid of the coffin, pressed his forehead close, and muttered as if in prayer.

"I'm sorry to disturb your rest here. I don't care about ethereal revival, I only care about my own life, and I have to take it away so I can take my destiny into my own hands. If you feel the connection in our blood, let me get it. ”

After saying what he wanted, Sivir pushed the sarcophagus hard.

Because of the ancient nature of the Void Skin Armor, her strength was far beyond that of ordinary people, and she pushed open the lid of the coffin alone without the help of tools to pry open the sarcophagus.

The grinding sound in the darkness caught the attention of the bodyguard captain, who issued a warning voice with some eagerness and excitement in his voice.

"Mercenary, have you found anything don't move, let's do it."

Ignoring the bodyguard captain's warning, Sivir looked into the sarcophagus and found a skeleton in battle armor lying quietly in it, the massive skeleton already exceeding three meters.

The weapon that Karn had drawn on the wooden table with his drink, and which the god held in his hand in the relief, was now placed on the chest of the skeleton.

It was a golden crossblade that shimmered with cold light, with an emerald green gem in the center.

With just one glance, Sivir couldn't take his eyes off it. She felt her blood tugging and boiling in her veins.

She took out the crossblade and placed it in her hand to examine it as a treasure indeed, containing ingenious craftsmanship and magical powers long forgotten by time.

Sivir was amazed, there was no weapon she felt so good with.

The moment she got her hands on it, she felt her soul connected to the weapon in her hand, and even through a layer of evil skin armor, this feeling could not be broken.

Sivir grasped Calikar in his hands steadily, and then looked at the captain of the bodyguards who was walking towards him.

"Mercenary, have you found the heirloom and give it to me, and when we return to the business, this commission will be considered yours."

The captain of the bodyguard, who had not yet realized what a terrible existence he was about to face, saw the cold light from Sivir's turning cross blade in the darkness, and walked towards her in the dark.

Sivir unfastened his helmet and smiled cruelly.

"Okay, no one can be left behind in the money they said."

She handed the crossblade over, and the captain of the bodyguard was ecstatic to take the heirloom, only to find that it was extremely heavy in his hand, and he was a strong man who had difficulty even picking it up, let alone wielding it.

"How did you pick it up so easily?"

The captain of the bodyguard watched in a daze as Sivir easily snatched the cross blade from his hand with just one hand, and wondered.

"Because," Sivir's body spread out of his skin, and his voice became poignant under the helmet, "this is my family heirloom, and you are not welcome here." ”

She twisted her wrist, and the crossblade spun rapidly in her hand, making a sword-like sound.

With a flick, he cut off the head of the bodyguard captain.

As soon as the moment he saw Calikare, Sivir developed an extremely strong connection or possessiveness towards him.

The reason why she asked the bodyguard captain to touch it was just to confirm the attitude of this divine soldier.

The fact that a strong man can't hold something with all his strength is easily wielded by her, an ordinary woman, without skin armor, is enough to explain many things.

But Sivir could sense that this weapon was far from simple.

The rest of the bodyguards didn't realize that their captain had been cleanly killed in the darkness by the monster-incarnated Sivir, and she threw the crossblade at them.

Calikar drew a trajectory of death, hovered through the air, connected three people who were not in the same straight line and cut them off, and finally flew towards her again.

She leaped forward, caught it at the point where the blade landed, and continued to spin in her hand a few times before stopping. x

Sivir's gaze was once again focused on the crossblade, and he felt only a burst of incredulity.

She could feel that the weapon had been connected to her calculating its trajectory and where it would end up before she threw the crossblade.

Sivir strode forward in the darkness, carving his way through the tomb, leaving only the dead in his wake.

It's all dead people whose torsos have been cut off with a single sword.

The blood-stained blade was licked clean by greedy skin armor, and the cross blade was held in place by the bone blade at the back.

Sivir inherited the will of the goddess of war and walked alone into the desert sand. div