Vikoala, the former garden city of Shurima in the eastern part of Shurima.

It is the home of the legendary Shurima Emperor Azir's mother, who also generously bestowed grace on the people of the land when Azir became emperor.

The cascading gardens are filled with flowers brought from all over the empire, surrounded by a splash of colors and wonderful aromas; Hordes of towers were adorned with silver and jade by the Empire's finest stonemasons, and cool water trickled from the Great Temple, flowing day and night along the elevated canals—in Shurima, the flow of water is a gift, and the flow of water is glory.

At that time, no one would have imagined that Shurima's glory would end so abruptly.

Thousands of years of erosion have stripped the flesh and skin of the city's prosperity, leaving only bones made of stone - although the Shurima have rebuilt a city on the old site, and the city is thriving in population and bazaar, the city looks ...... to Nasus, who has experienced real prosperity More like a ruin.

Or rather, in Nasus's eyes, Vikola's new inhabitants were just a bunch of wretched people struggling to survive on the ruins.

There may be joy and warmth in this difficult life, but in Nasus's view, it is nothing more than a parody of that forgotten history.

The "Skilled Craftsmen" designed the new building according to their own understanding, but Nasus knew at a glance that it was nothing more than a deceptive imitation of Shurima's former glory.

Once famous for its square-cut granite, the walls are now simple structures of wood and rudely split stones, devoid of any beauty or ornamentation, and even less practical.

The original outline of the city is still there, but there is only one outline.

With a hood and a mask, and a cane in his hand, Nasus habitually hunched around the bazaars of the "city".

It is said that there is a descendant of an emperor here.

It may not be the stubborn little girl - as long as she finds Azir's bloodline and completes the final resurrection ritual, Nashurima will have the emperor again, the fully resurrected emperor.

And with the emperor...... And there is glory.

Nasus didn't realize that at this moment he was thinking the same as those mediocre mortals.

……………………

Soon, Nasus found the "Emperor Descendant" - no difficulty, as soon as Nasus looked up, he could find a replica of the solar disk at the highest point of the city.

Well, although it is a copper-tin alloy disc hanging from hemp rope, it at least looks a little interesting in shape.

Following the guidance of the "solar disk", Nasus came to the temple.

The guards stopped him - they obviously wouldn't allow the hidden guy to get close to the Emperor's descendants.

In the face of these Shurima warriors who showed their weapons, Nasus's heart was filled with joy - these little ones were brave enough anyway.

A brave person is not necessarily a warrior, but a warrior must be brave.

Thanks to these little ones, Nasus's impression of this kind of city suddenly increased by several levels.

"Get out of the way." Nasus took off his hood and the cover on the top of his staff, revealing the shape of his axe, "You shouldn't stop me. ”

The obsidian-like head of the desert jackal made the Shurima warriors' eyes widen in disbelief - they remembered the ancient legend of a celestial warrior under the command of an emperor who had such an appearance, a beast head and a human body.

"Nasus?"

"Is it really Nasus?"

"The Legendary Ascendant?"

Seeing this, the Desert Warriors finally cautiously stopped attacking - the tall body and peculiar shape clearly indicated Nasus's identity, and no one would want to attack an Ascended One in such a situation.

In this way, Nasus made his way to the top of the temple without hindrance, and the scorching sun gave a subtle tingling sensation to his obsidian body, as if it was washing away the sins in his heart.

At the top of the empty temple, Nasus met the emperor's descendant.

A tall, lanky man wearing a robe covered with iridescent feathers.

His large sleeves resembled flying wings, and his turban resembled an ebony-colored beak. The face under the turban looks extravagant, without mercy, and awe-inspiring.

Purely in terms of appearance, he really bears seven points of resemblance to Azil - but with just a glance, Nasus has already made his own judgment in his heart.

The next moment, Nasus summoned the storm of the desert.

The pervasive yellow sand quickly formed on the top of the small, empty temple, and everyone couldn't help but squint their eyes at this moment—when they opened their eyes again, Nasus in front of them had completely changed.

The fury of the sea of sand filled his body, filling his limbs with strength and his body swelling—at this moment, the roaring desert seemed to pour all its anger into his dark flesh, making him like a true demon god.

As Nasus grew larger and taller, and saw his body almost surpass the highest altar in the temple, these mortals trembling in the sandstorm finally understood what the legendary "Ascended Body" meant.

Perhaps in Thor's eyes, the Ascended are nothing more than demigods who imitate the power of the gods, but in the eyes of these mortals, Nasus is the true god!

The "Descendant of the Emperor" had been swept to the ground by the sandstorm, the yellow sand had cut his skin, and blood seeped out in threads, and this originally noble face was already full of incredible panic at this moment.

"Now, tell me." Nasus lowered his head, his eyes staring at the bloody guy in front of him like a grim reaper, "Who are you?" ”

"I'm Azrahir? Seram, descendant of the Eagle King, the first precursor of Vikola, the Illuminator, the Lightwalker, the Firekeeper, the Briller of the Dawn—"

Although he was so scared that he was about to cry, this guy's mouth was still very slippery, and this set of rhetoric seemed to have been rehearsed thousands of times, so easily blurted out.

Seeing that the creature was still unwilling to admit his lie, Nasus finally couldn't bear it anymore - he reached out and easily picked up the "descendant of the Eagle King", and pressed the face that resembled Azir to the replica of the solar disk.

The smell of burnt meat came over him, and Nasus shook his head, finally letting go of his hand.

"Unfortunately, you're not."