Renekton pressed his head and looked down at the risk of blindness.

The magic sarcophagus cracked from the inside like a broken egg, and countless deadly bright lights shot out from the cracks, shooting into the dark clouds and illuminating the entire sky!

Energy fluctuations poured out of the coffin like a tsunami, completely drowning the nearest Renekton. The intense light that escaped from the crack alone filled his power axe with energy, but the intense light also caused his scales to melt like ice......

"Get out of here!" Nasus covered his eyes with his arm, and the glare of the light made his skin burn as if it had been pressed against a large soldering iron.

Renekton's gaze shifted from the fully charged power axe to the magic sarcophagus, and he instantly made up his mind when he saw the crack in the sarcophagus that was gradually opening up, and he roared in the magic storm, "No! He's showing his flaws, and this may be our best chance! ”

Renekton knew that his mission was to drag Zelath and other Jano to make a move, but if it wasn't a desperate deathmatch, how could he force Luster Russ's hole cards to completely suck away his attention and make him unhappy to defend?

When it comes to combat, Renekton can trust his own judgment.

If Jano had seen this and wasn't blind, he would have made Renekton retreat. Because he knows that the Hex-powered battle axe in Renekton's hand is a special defective product! I didn't see that all the finished products used by Nasus were scrapped, how dare you go over?

Renekton squinted in pain, his eyes covered with his melted flesh, and saw what was inside the coffin. In the coffin, Zelas was as dazzling as a newborn star, burning chains sticking out of the cracks, followed by Zeroth's vicious laughter.

"You still don't realize the gap between the sun and the fireflies between us, and now I am not what I used to be, and you are just a microcosm of the glory of the past."

Zeroth was arrogant, arcane vortices diverging to form his head and limbs, his haughty form crackling with endless lightning.

He hid in his coffin just to cast the powerful magic ritual without being influenced by the outside world. Zelas's ascension was about to be revealed, and at this moment, he felt that he would become the god of magic.

A mockery poured a basin of cold water on him, and Renekton left a cold word.

"Daydreaming, Zelas, you're a bullshit sun."

After the taunt, Renekton felt that he had no regrets, he regarded death as home, poured all the remaining hatred into the weapon in his hand, and the tip of the axe was inserted into the gap of the sarcophagus accurately and ruthlessly!

As if detonating thousands of suns, even more dazzling light shot out from the crater, blasting out a dazzling pillar of optimus light in the center of Piltover! Directly connect to the clouds! Even more dazzling than the holy light of the solar disc during the ascension ceremony!

The fire in Zelas's heart was stabbed, and Renekton was immediately consumed by the fire of sorcery, a heart-wrenching roar and scream, and finally annihilated in the roar of the pillar of light.

The storm stopped for a moment, the pillars of light that soared into the sky gradually dissipated, and Nasus's wail began to manifest itself in the hot sinkhole in the center of the city.

The desolate, scorching breath blew open Nasus's brow, and he saw the sinkhole of white smoke, which contained nothing but an orange-red slurry from the melting of sand. He stood at the border and called Renekton's name, but there was no response.

Thinking that the yellow sand had taken away his brother, grief quickly squeezed out his full anger, and his huge body shrank back to its normal size as if deflated, and knelt down in front of the scorching sinkhole.

His grief was as silent as death, and his grief was drowning in the deep well, wanting to cry but unable to squeeze out even a tear, for the structures called the lacrimal glands had been replaced with hard obsidian long before he ascended.

He knelt like this, like a statue of sorrow, and the sky fell silent and covered his body. He held some ash in his palm, and he looked at the ashes with fascination, wondering if it was his brother's ashes.

Nasus only knelt for a moment, and then felt like ten thousand years had passed in grief. The wind blew again, sweeping away all the ashes that had fallen on him, and also swept away the scorching air, and the orange-red liquid in the sinkhole cooled down and turned into beautiful glass, but the same sad face was reflected on the countless colorful and flat mirrors.

Nasus waved his hand and sprinkled a handful of ashes, which fell on the glass and burrowed into it. Then Nasus saw countless memories of Renekton sealed in glass, repeated over and over again, never to be retrieved again.

He watched fascinated until the memories of his past glory shattered in the mirror, and the vicious white light reappeared in the world through the cracks in the glass.

Zelas, not dead, Renekton failed to kill him. And his reappearance also shattered all the past glory that Nasus had hidden in the glass!

Nasus escaped from Mother Desert's embrace, anger greater than the desert squeezing out grief and filling every corner of his body again. His form swelled rapidly, and he was once again transformed into the Grim Reaper, surrounded by a sandstorm, his incandescent eyes glaring at the center of the sinkhole, where Zelas was.

The crystallized earth in the sinkhole began to crack, and several flaming chains were the first to stretch out, and then a sarcophagus was pulled out of the crack in the earth by chains and floated into the air.

The fragments of the magic coffin began to separate from each other, and the arcane vortex of energy surging in it revealed itself in the air. Under the impetus of energy, the fragments move away from each other according to a certain positional relationship, and finally combine with the materialized energy entity to form an abominable humanoid energy body.

Zelas!

He appeared unharmed, but the splinters widened from each other, magnifying the proportions of his figure, making him look even larger now than before, and his hollow body was burning with blue-white transparent flames, crackling all over.

"Tsk, Nasus, your silence is ugly, like a lost dog. But your angry expression at the moment makes me happy. "The fierce and angry-eyed Nasus was no deterrent to Zeroth, anger was a fig leaf for the incompetent, his last resort in the face of his poor skills, but that didn't change anything.

"Where did you hide Renekton!"

Zeroth's caustic taunt landed in Nasus's pointed ears, and Nasus roared and raised his hands in the air. A pillar of fire rose from at the feet of Zelas, and thousands of sun-like flames engulfed him at once.

The imaginary screams did not come, and Zelas said lightly, under the scorching of the flames, but extremely cold:

"It's useless, Nasus, you've run out of tools. Do you want to know what happened to Renekton? Then I'll send you to him. ”

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