Chapter 212: The Glory of the Past, Return!

The topic of demons is widely spread in the Land of Runeterra.

Silas also wondered how Noxus had avoided their incursions.

Having really dealt with demons, he believes that strength should only be part of dealing with them.

"Ionia is the first land of mankind, where countless mysteries lurk, and the history of demons is far ahead of humans, and those mysterious histories are not inferior, and demons do not attract their special attention. As for Noxus..."

Seraphine smiled slightly, paused in her tone, and then explained:

"More than one of the top ten demons has been defeated in our hands, which gives us a lot of experience in dealing with them, and we don't treat demons as legends, but as normal as the invasion of the village by demonic beasts."

Seraphine finished earnestly and looked at Silas.

Her tone was normal, without a hint of contempt, but anyone with ears could understand that the meaning of this sentence was that other regions were not as good as Noxus.

Of course, in the current era, Noxus is far stronger than the rest of the powers, this is a fact recognized by everyone, even Demacia and Ionia agree from the bottom of their hearts.

Demacia's top combat power was defeated by Noxus, and he was even persuaded to vote for one.

Ionia is extremely strong overall, but the provinces have not been able to agree on it so far, and it is only when Noxus invades again that they can hope to fight the enemy together.

"Rich processing experience?"

Silas grasped the key word, and quickly understood the underlying meaning of the other party:

"What do you want?" He asked.

"The Empire and Demacia are allies, and helping you is just a gesture." Seraphine shook her head and smiled, "My strength is very weak, and I can only use Miss Laxana as an assistant, she is the main force in this demon hunt." ”

"Hmph, do you even know the news that she's coming?" Silas raised an eyebrow and snorted.

However, he didn't go too far, Silas was well aware of the proportions at this time, and the evil effects of the current demon ravaging the village had spread to Xiongdu.

This was Laxana's first major job and had to be taken care of. Since the Noxians said they were experienced, he didn't mind giving them a sense of involvement.

It is his duty to assist Laxana in solving things perfectly.

Seeing Silas' micro-expression, Seraphine waved her hand: "This is not the information we inquired about. ”

It's just the voice of your soul shouting all the time.

During the exchange between the two, Zhao Xin had already searched the entire Congjinpo Town alone, and at this time he was walking out of the town along the path:

"I can't find any trace of it, I think it's gone."

Previously, after rescuing Silas and the others, Zhao Xin rushed into the town single-handedly.

The "Fear Demon" takes fear as the root of his attack, and Zhao Xin, who is at the upper grandmaster level and has no flaws, is at least evenly matched.

"Gone, the devil is gone!! Winged protector! I'm alive. ”

Hearing the news that the demon had left, Sadek gasped for a few large breaths.

Even though the fear in his heart had faded, he still felt hairy, and he pressed his still trembling calves and looked at Seraphine on the stage with a little blankness.

Song... Right! Singing, Sadek remembered the feeling of being wrapped in happiness and beauty, and his expression was full of gratitude to look at the girl, if only he could listen to that happy song again.

"There's no source of fear, so gone." Silas said.

"Yes, but... When fear reappears in the vicinity, it will come again. ”

Seraphine said with no regrets, it's okay not to bump into them, their lineup is still too weak now.

Before she came, the teacher had secretly told her a piece of news that made her even more curious about the Miss Laxana crown.

She was interested in meeting each other.

The demon had left, and the group didn't stay long, and after Sadk and the others said that they had returned to their souls, the team led by Seraphine continued to move forward, with Bobbi and Quinn taking care of Silas.

Da Da Da –

The sound of horse-drawn carriages echoed through the woods, and the group passed through the town of Jinpo towards the nearby city of Sardvina.

This was where Silas and Laxana had agreed to meet.

......

Shurima West, Desert and Wilderness.

Ryan floated in the air, the sun radiating infinite light and heat above him, and the billowing gales blew in from all directions, polishing the traces of the old times over and over again.

The position in which he is has a special meaning, especially for the person in front of him.

Aatrox of Darkspawn was standing across from him with his greatsword on his back, and Ryan stood in mid-air looking at the other, the corners of his mouth curled up with a greeting smile.

"You're looking for me?"

Aatrox didn't say a word, just stared at it with those burning golden-red eyes.

This is the second encounter between them.

Ryan Meredith.

This is not an ordinary mage name at the moment.

This name, in this era, is equivalent to the Tsar of Shurima.

"Looks like you've heard something from that tribe, and you're not unjustly losing." Ryan's gaze casually swept over a part of Aatrox's body.

He was not surprised by the reunion of the two.

These even include... Aatrox will lose an arm.

"Despicable stars." Yaktors snorted.

"There is a difference between the strong and the weak in the star spirits, and the war is the strongest one among them. If you're in your heyday, it's not hard to kill him. Ryan said.

Not long ago, the Sand tribe that believed in the Ascended had clashed with the barbarians at the foot of the Giant God Peak.

When the Sand tribe was in crisis, Aatrox intervened.

But when Aatrox was about to be slain, the mortal possessed by 'war' appeared.

He was initially defeated by Aatrox, but when he was about to fall, he ignited the star power of his body and the sky with his extraordinary consciousness, and the spear in his hand was as hot as lava, and he leaped with all his might, severing Aatrox's arm with a single blow.

When Aatrox was furious and tried to kill the mortal, the stars in the sky protected him, leaving him helpless.

"I felt the power of Twilight." Aatrox's golden pupils burned with rage.

"Anger won't solve the problem, or you wouldn't have come to me, Aatrox." Ryan said in a calm tone.

He's been wandering the Shurima region lately, and he's easy to spot if you have the heart.

Although he had made an agreement with the stars, just because he wouldn't interfere with that person's growth trajectory doesn't mean he can't do anything about Shurima.

"Together, we pull the stars down from the sky." Aatrox waved his big hand, his tone a little eager.

"Nice idea, but your strength is not enough." Ryan didn't show much mercy.

Even if the other party used to be one of the most powerful Ascendants, but now with this mortal body, he couldn't exert his true strength at all.

Aatrox glanced at Ryan deeply, the journey of the Sand tribe reminded him of many things.

Although many things have been erased by the Void and the Star Spirit, his glory as an ascended person has not been extinguished.

"What do you want?"

The first time I saw each other, it was no accident.

It's just that before, his mind was dominated by destruction and killing, and it was difficult for him to think about other things.

Ryan shook his head, "I admire Shurima's splendor and prosperity back then. ”

"What's the use of admiration, Shurima, it's long gone!" Aatrox said in a cold tone. He didn't shy away from saying this, anyway, sooner or later the entire Runeterras would perish.

"What do you think of Azir?" Ryan asked rhetorically.

With that, he motioned to look at his feet.

There was still endless yellow sand around, but there was something else dotted with scattered weeds.

It was a human creation, bricks and stones, rotten wood, layers of superstructure wreckage half-hidden and half-exposed in the yellow sand, and the whining wind blew, like the remembrance of the dead to their homeland.

A few years ago, this land was not buried under the yellow sand, it has an endless supply of clear water, clean and tidy streets, towering castles... There are children playing and fighting, and the traders are constantly trading.

It is a symbol of prosperity and glory, and it has a resounding name - the city of Shurima.

However, the years have passed, and time has changed.

At this moment, Ryan's feet are just old sites surrounded by broken walls and ruins, revealing the vicissitudes and loneliness of the desert.

Even this ruin was only recently rediscovered.

Aatrox's eyes were indifferent, and he also looked at the land in front of him, he rarely showed a careful and quiet look, and was silent for a few seconds, revealing nostalgia.

"Azir, an innocent child."

He didn't have much memory of the last Tsar Azir, but through the historical records of the Sand tribe and the vague memories in his mind, he had a very bad impression of Azir.

"According to my guess, Shurima's disintegration is not accidental." Ryan said calmly.

"The Ascension Ceremony?" Aatrox sneered.

Ryan nodded slightly: "A doomed ascension ceremony, with or without that slave-born Zelas to stir up trouble, the result is the same." ”

Aatrox grinned, "Those foolish fools are all immersed in the prosperity of Shurima, and no one is aware of the uneasiness of those scumbags in the sky. ”

In this sentence he said, he included his former self.

"They came down from the sky, maybe for faith, maybe for fun, but in the end they all had a big impact on the land of runeterra."

Ryan reached out and gently stroked the carvings on the stone beside him, as if he could feel the prosperity of that era.

"Shurima was founded under their influence and then prospered because of the power they bestowed. But when the former subordinates have too much power, it will always make some beings feel uneasy. ”

The Battle of the Void, the beginning of Shurima's transition from prosperity to decline.

In that war, the power of the Ascension Gods erupted with great power that shocked everyone and the Star Spirits.

It was precisely because the power of the Ascension Gods was too strong, and because of the death of the first Empress Setaka of Shurima, that the Star Spirit felt more and more uneasy.

"Azir is a talented and ambitious emperor." Ryan recognized the last emperor, "If he succeeds in his ascension, Shurima will reach his peak, if not before." But alas..."

Ryan shook his head slightly: "He is too much of a Shurima, too eager to get rid of the influence of the star spirits. The key to the Ascension Ritual is in Shurima's hands, but the power that the Sun Disc can guide is up to the Star Spirit. ”

In the historical records, because Zelas pushed Azir who was supposed to fly off the ascension platform, the solar disk was abnormal, and the incomparably majestic energy was infused into Zelas's body.

Because this ascension ritual was not supposed to belong to Zelath, the excess energy was distorted, destroying the entire city of Shurima in an instant.

Iron, Iron, >Iron, Iron

But after his exchange with Nasus, Shurima's former master, he denied this claim.

Zelas had already considered this issue at the time, this was a key part of what he had been planning for more than ten years, how could there be an accident.

And this accident was not accidental, from the very beginning, this ascension ceremony was doomed.

As soon as the ascension ritual begins, the vast amount of ascension energy will be injected into the body of the person preparing to ascend in an instant, causing it to explode and die.

The remainder will destroy all the Tsar's heirs, along with the city of Shurima.

"So he died, and the Ascended Gods and Shurima were slowly forgotten." Aatrox had a look of disdain in his eyes.

As early as after the death of Setaka, some disputes and conflicts began between the Ascended Gods.

Some of them believe in the Emperor's orders, while others only honor Rhema.

"He's not completely dead, and if someone can restart this place with the key, Shurima will come back again."

Ryan's voice was flat, but like a thunderclap, Aatrox's eyes widened.

"Shurima..."

"I made a pact with the scholar to help him find the key and bring it over." Ryan said.

Aatrox's eyes returned to flatness, and he said disapprehantly, "What does this have to do with me, Nasus is a coward. ”

"This body of yours is too weak, and when Shurima returns again, the Ascension Ritual will be reopened, and the last Tsar will return again." Ryan's tone was flat.

"Hmph, you're as vile as a filthy star." Aatrox snorted coldly.

"But you need that power."

The corners of Ryan's mouth curled slightly, and he didn't care about Aatrox's tone:

"Even after thousands of years, the huge energy of that time has not dissipated. The re-opening of the Ascension Ritual is enough to shape a body beyond what once been. ”

With the soul of revenge, with the martial arts of the Dark Spawn, and finally with the body of ascension.

This power is enough to match the brightest star spirit in the future.

"You're right."

Aatrox glanced at Ryan deeply:

"I do need this power, so what the price! I don't believe there are gratuitous benefits in this world, Meredith. ”

Ryan shook his head slightly, and said calmly:

"Regardless, you were born in the Land of Runeterra, a member of the human race. We are compatriots, Aatrox. ”

Hearing Ryan's words, Aatrox first grinned at the corners of his mouth, and then laughed:

"Hahaha!"

"Compatriots! Mankind! In this world, it seems that there are really people who remember those of us who have forgotten themselves. ”

Aatrox got what he wanted, and walked off into the distance, satisfied.

Looking at his back, Ryan heard words coming from the wind.

"I, Aatrox, will defend this land against the stars in the sky until I die!"

The corners of Ryan's mouth curled slightly, and he bowed slightly in the direction he left.

The Land of Runeterris has never been peaceful. But here, too, there is never a shortage of heroes.

At the same time, his figure also moved forward step by step, quickly skimming the land of Shurima.

Shurima is about to return.

He will have the greatest expectations for the once most powerful empire. chaptere

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