With his feet shaking a little on the broken ground, Anchen stood up from the edge of the stone slab with his chest clutched and walked towards the disc.

The blazing heat made her uncomfortable, and as the power of the runes dissipated, she felt her own power withdraw, her consciousness blurring as if her vision was blurring. The heat distorted the air, making the surroundings look slightly shaky.

Walking slowly, Anchen stepped into the air and almost fell to the ground, but he also came to the front of the sun disk.

Entering is a cold, smooth surface with the cold touch of metal, with a disc connected to the central hinge, and intricate runes carved into it, like a work of art. Occasionally, there will be a vague and mysterious aura that flashes through the disc.

Sun discs?

An Chen looked at the metal disc in his hand, and a wry smile of self-deprecation appeared on his face.

A grain of grit grazed her face and flew behind her.

Anchen turned her head, and then in her gaze, a small hurricane blew up. The yellow sand in the desert was swept up by the wind and scattered and fluttered in mid-air, forming countless slender bands of sand. The sand band twists away with the hurricane's currents towards the eye of the storm.

An Chen looked up at a ball floating in the sky that was gradually condensed from the sand, and the sand and stones on the surface of the ball flew around, wrapping the gathered sand belt and filling itself. The wind blew through her body, it was very windy, but it was not manic. It's hard to imagine that a hurricane that can roll up the sand and gravel in the sky is blowing, but it gives people the feeling of a gentle breeze.

Looking at the vision in the sky, Anchen was surprisingly calm, just holding the sun disk in his hand and standing silently in place.

She didn't know what it was, but she knew where she wanted to be, and if she wanted to leave, she couldn't.

"Whew." "Whew." The cloak swirls in the wind. Anchen lowered his eyes, not wanting to care about those things anymore. What the hell is that, she doesn't bother to care. Turning around, he sat down against a broken pillar. Putting the sun disc aside, she took out a cigarette from her waist bag, put two flints between her fingers, and gently rubbed it, the spark was bright and dark, and lit the tobacco.

Like alcohol, she doesn't smoke very often, but when she doesn't have much energy, she occasionally smokes one.

Just like now, when she was so "tired" that she could barely open her eyes.

There was a real sharp pain all over his body, Anchen pressed the cigarette to his mouth, swallowed a puff, and the smoke dispersed. The bitter taste seeped into her mouth, but it didn't have any effect on her, who was no longer human.

The spark burned slowly, the smoke was already half burned, and Anchen gently flicked the ashes off with the smoke. Before the fragile ash could hit the ground, it was swept into powder by the wind and disappeared into the air.

Behind An Chen, the sand ball spun unhurriedly and fell to the ground.

"Click." A crack broke open on the surface of the sand ball, and the sand slipped through the crack with a hissing sound.

"Bump!" A hand burst out of the sand, the armor on the arm flickered, and a noble scepter appeared out of thin air, held tightly by the arm.

"Click, click." With a cracking sound, cracks soon filled the entire sphere.

Until the sphere formed by the sand completely exploded and turned into flying dust, footsteps sounded, and a figure with a scepter in hand walked out of the dust.

A slender crooked beast's foot stepped out of the dust, golden armor glittering in the sun, the tip of the scepter levitating, and the golden-purple hem swaying with the sandwind. In the helmet like a falcon, a pair of sharp eyes scanned the surroundings proudly. Eventually, its gaze fell on the back of a broken stone pillar.

"You woke me up?" An Chen was in a trance, and an indifferent voice sounded behind her.

Removed the cigarette butt in his mouth, his lips opened slightly, and the smoke dispersed, revealing the smoke, and the light and shadow were a little sloppy. An Chen squinted and shook his head: "I don't know, but I should be the only guy around here who can still speak." ”

As the armor moved, there was a stiff crashing sound, and the man in the golden armor walked behind Anchen: "To thank you for your help, I will give you a gift, what do you want." Unlike its words, its tone did not mean the slightest gratitude, and there was indifferent arrogance in its deep tone, and the coldness of isolation.

Anchen didn't rush to say anything, just lightly closed his lips: "What's there?" ”

A sharp eye that made the hair stand erect scanned An Chen's body, and said in a calm voice: "Your physique is very special, but it is on the verge of collapse. I can give you rebirth and strength. ”

With her head down, An Chen's pale face was buried in the shadows, and on her chest, on a pierced knife wound, piece by piece of rune power peeled off. In the middle of the ring, Anchen picked up the sun disc in his hand and raised it behind his back: "Use this?" ”

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"Hmm." The man answered, and the falcon-like helmet nodded.

"That's it." The cigarette butt was pressed to the ground, and the charred soot was crushed in a circle. An Chen was silent for a moment, then exhaled and threw the sun disk in his hand backwards.

The sun's disk reflects the sunlight in an arc through the air, and then it is caught steadily by a hard hand armor.

An Chen's hand hung weakly, and he pointed to the two people who fell in the distance: "Use that thing to resurrect them." ”

Cassiopeia's consciousness was blurred, and on the ground, her blood had begun to dry up, and the sticky blood stained her face, which was very uncomfortable. She doesn't feel pain now, and her massive blood loss has made her unconscious of her body.

Yes, is it dead? Cassiopeia thought weakly, looking to her side, where Sivir lay limply.

"Use that thing to bring them back to life." A weak, somewhat inaudible voice.

Cassiopeia's pupils shrank slightly, and in a blur, she looked at the black figure in the distance.

Anchen struggled to his feet, and walked towards Cassiopeia and Sivir step by step. The desert wind blew on her face, somewhat dry.

"Smack." Carrying Sivir in one hand, he pulled Cassiopeia out of the pool of blood with the other, and walked towards the center of the altar.

"Ahem." Cassiopeia tried to say something, but only a cough came out, and blood trickled from the corners of her mouth and dripped onto Anchen's shoulder.

"Huh." An Chen looked at the front and laughed dryly: "Who asked me to promise your sister?" I'm going to take you out well. As he spoke, his voice became softer and softer: "You know, in our business, integrity is the most important." ”

"And you." An Chen glanced at Sivir, who lowered his head: "As I said, there are still more good people in this world." Although I can't count. ”

Cassiopeia and Sivir didn't do anything more, just quietly let Anchen carry them on their backs and walked forward.

The desert at noon is the hottest and the sun's most dazzling, and the messy and broken altars are silent in the sunlight. Anchen put the two down and turned around to leave.

But she felt that something was pulling at the corner of her clothes, and when she turned her head, Sivir's hand pulled on her cloak at some point.

An Chen was stunned and showed a smile: "Don't worry, I'll wait for you outside." ”

In Sivir's hand, the corner of the cloak turned into smoke and dispersed, and her hand fell to the ground. Anchen walked away with silent steps.

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Yesterday, a reader suggested that Renekton is a younger brother, cough cough cough, I know, it's embarrassing, and I'll revise it.