After marching day and night, the ancient emperor finally ruled Piltover, the farthest point of his empire's borders 3,000 years ago, in the progressive city of Piltover.

Azir stood on the hill outside the city, looking down on the city, in his eyes, this port city without high walls and no natural protection was not a city, although it was indeed large, it could only be regarded as a relatively developed settlement.

Without any overt fortifications, it's no wonder it's easily occupied by Zelas. Thinking about it like this, he couldn't help but look down on the residents of this city.

A cold sea breeze blew up the hill, and Azir smelled betrayal in the wind. He felt the spirit of the witch spirit, in the air he breathed.

"Zelas," his voice hoarse from rage. "Your sins are unforgivable."

Azir raised a hand, but there was no army of elite soldiers of his own.

He angrily tightened his paws, the tips of which scratched at the stiff mountain ground, and then he glanced at Piltoverf below, where the streets were paved with smooth and seamless masonry, and tall goldsmith buildings everywhere shaded the sunlight and created countless shadows.

He looked back in Shurima's direction, the Sun Disk, the source of his power, having disappeared into the sky.

His ascension power is geographically limited, and all he can control is the gravel that his city, his people, and his soldiers have been destroyed by the catastrophe. And what gave him this power that was different from the rest of the Ascended was the Sun Disc that gave him rebirth.

Azir knew very well that this was not his home turf, the sky was high and the emperor was far away, the sun of Shurima could not shine here, and this place was no longer a desert.

has lost his right-hand man, so what capital does he have to be extraordinary?

But he couldn't just go back!

What is he here for?

In order to defeat the puppet king, in order to reclaim his land!

Fortunately, Azir kept a hand.

As soon as he gave the order, the countless ancient golems standing behind the mountain moved their thick legs, stepped over the mountain with one foot, and walked from Azir's side to Piltover slowly and gently.

These heavy footsteps shook the earth and stirred up waves along the coastline at the end. The wind of slaughter was howling, and the inhabitants of the city did not know that a great war was about to start in the land where they lived.

The giant golem moved forward, but the sand and gravel were constantly shaking between the cracks in the rock-made body, and a golden carpet was laid behind the area it walked, just like what Azir had done in the desert before.

These golems are both fortified and porters.

Yes, he brought the yellow sand of the imperial capital, and these innocent martyrs who were killed by Zelas must have the same desire for revenge as he did, right?

Since the glory of the empire does not shine here, let him Azir do it himself!

Listening to the sound of these heavy footsteps, Azir felt extremely satisfied.

It turns out that this is the power of Ascension! It's no wonder that Zelas knew that he would turn against him, but he was desperate to seize this power.

Just as he commanded the golem and the puppet guards to unify their pace, an angry scream rang out of control from the city, louder than thunder.

"Azir! It's time to settle the old scores of 3,000 years ago. ”

……

Successive earthquakes, powerful magical fluctuations, piercing screams, all these anomalies were happening in a heap, and Jeno knew what was going on on the ground even if he thought about it.

The Emperor of the Desert has arrived!

Jeno was not thrilled or excited about meeting the emperor soon, for his concern for Piltover was far heavier than the natural curiosity of modern people about the special status of the emperor.

The ground shook slightly, again.

He immediately put down what he was doing and ran out the door.

Two tall figures draped in sackcloth ran past his house with Taliyah and Xavier, their identities revealed by the frantic flailing of their crocodile tails as they ran, and their heavy footsteps caused an earthquake in the run.

Everyone's face was different, anxious, expectant, confused, or afraid, and they ran straight through the shelter to the gutter station.

This reminds Jeno that time is running out and that he must seize his chance to get to earth!

Jeno knew that these were two ascended generals who were going to find their emperor to recover and gather a crusade against the treasonous witch spirits.

They had to rely on Taliyah's abilities to get back to the surface, and so did Jeno, who had to keep up if he wanted to go to Piltover to help Azir defeat Zelas.

"Jeno! Hurry up! ”

At some point, Taliyah spotted Jeno pushing the door open, and hurriedly stopped his foot, calling out to him with an anxious expression.

"I'm sorry, Taliyah. You go first, I still have some things to do, and I can go to you later. ”

"This ......" Taliyah was puzzled, what could be more important in Jeno's mind than defeating Zelas?

"Why did you stop?"

Sivir sensed strangeness, and looked back to see Taliyah, who had almost left the group, and shouted in the air.

"Jenota......" Taliyah was interrupted by Sivir before she could finish her sentence.

"Let's go, Renekton's temper is not very good, and if he waits for a long time, he will inevitably be yelled at a few times."

"Hmmm......"

……

Jeno runs all the way to Starfire Alley to Victor's residence.

Outside the door of the old house, he saw Jana.

The other party also saw him at the same time, and leaned over him silently but tacitly.

He walked to the old house without the doorbell ringing, and a Britz came out of the workshop and stopped him with words: "Jeno, Victor's ...... Experiment...... It's already ...... In the final stage, please ...... Wait a minute......"

"Britz, we don't have time to wait any longer."

Jeno ignored Britz and pushed open the door of the old house and went straight to Victor's workbench.

The sizzle of welding reached his ears, and the sparks of the spark aroused Jeno's idea, and here he saw the bearded Jace lying in the shadows by the workbench, snorting and sleeping tiredly, without the slightest hint of gentlemanly temperament; With his back to him, Victor intermittently fired a scorching laser from his third hand, soldering the object into shape.

"Victor! Is the storm aggregator ready? ”

Now that there was no need for any more polite words, Jeno rushed to Victor's side, watching as several parts slowly flipped and merged in his hands, and were roughly welded into a heavy metal staff under the baptism of lasers.

He could have done better, but Jeno's urgency forced him to take this simplest and most efficient way of connecting.

Victor put away his third hand and looked at Jeno as usual, even though it was about to change outside, his answer was still so calm.

"Not yet."

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