Reincarnation Paradise: There are vests everywhere

Chapter 2251 Heroes in the City
Nasus did not come to Vikaura to see this ugly sun temple, but the bloody words scribbled on the wall of the astrology tower instructed him to come here. He sensed that the owner of an ascended bloodline had appeared in Vikaura.

This bloodline has existed for a long time, long before the empire became a ruin, but the territory spanned the entire continent. This is the most precious and powerful bloodline in ancient Shurima. So the top priority is to find that person before the enemy.

After all, the Blood of Ascension can bring Azir back to the world from nothingness, or it can destroy the reborn Shurima with evil intentions.

Ten warriors, wearing dusty cloaks and covered in bronze plate armor, stood between Nasus and the priest. He was a tall, thin man wearing a robe covered with iridescent feathers, with large sleeves like wings and a turban like an ebony bird's beak. His face beneath the turban looked noble, without mercy, and awe-inspiring.

“Are you Nasus?” the cleric asked. His voice was deep, broad, and royal, but Nasus sensed his fear. To claim to have seen a god descend was one thing, to see it was another.

"Yes, I am Nasus. But more importantly, who are you?" Nasus needed to confirm whether the priest in front of him was the person whose bloodline he was looking for.

The priest straightened his back and puffed out his chest, like a male bird in mating season, and said proudly: "I am Azrahil Salam, descendant of the Eagle King, the first forerunner of Vikaola, the one who illuminates, the walker of light, the guardian of fire, the messenger of dawn..."

Nasus interrupted: “You say you are the descendant of Emperor Azir?”

"of course!"

“Then prove it with your blood.” Nasus slammed the axe handle into the ground, sending up a cloud of dust that hung in the air like a shimmering veil before circling around the hierophant and his warriors and slowly falling.

In the blink of an eye, the circle of dust turned into a hurricane. The warriors involuntarily covered their faces, and the clergy could not see clearly, choked and coughed, and bent their waists almost in half.

The sandstorm, wrapped in the furious winds of the deepest desert, could turn a group of Ikasul into skeletons in an instant. Armor was useless, as sand would get in through every nook and cranny and rub against people's skin. The sun disk swayed back and forth in the strong wind summoned by Nasus, and the ropes passing through the iron rings were tightened.

The priest's face was covered with blood streaks from the sand, and scarlet tears hung on his cheeks. Nasus carried him closer to the sun disk. Although the disk was a fake and not a single bit of gold was melted into it, it could still reflect the sunlight, and that was enough. The sun was the best way to detect the bloodline of the king.

Nasus pressed the cleric's face against the disc, and the sun-baked metal burned into his injured skin, causing him to scream. Nasus threw the crying man aside and stared at the hissing stream of blood on the disc. The blood had been baked into a brown lump, and the smell of blood wafted into his nose.

“Your blood is not of the ascended bloodline,” Nasus said sadly. “You are not the one I am looking for.”

While Nasus was playing the "teppanyaki grill" game, the bandits in the distance had already reached the city of Vikaola. The dust stirred up by the marching troops gathered into a cloud, approaching with murderous intent.

Through the smoke, the sun's rays could be seen reflecting off spear points and armor. Inside, the people of Vikaura could hear the beating of drums and the blast of trumpets.

Then the figures of pack mounts emerged from the dust. Screaming war beasts were tied to yokes with thick ropes and driven by soldiers holding goads. These monsters, with their calcified scales and curved fangs, were natural battering rams, easily able to flatten the already crumbling walls of Vekora.

There was little left of this abandoned house on the eastern edge of Waikaura, except for a large skylight in the roof and ankle-deep sand on the floor, but it still had four walls and a tree that provided some shade when the weather was hottest.

Taliyah's bundle stood in the corner of the room, ready to be picked up and taken away as usual. On the wall hung leather bags filled with water and goat milk, next to the clothes lay enough dried meat to last for a few weeks, and leather bags were filled with stones collected from all over Valoran.

Lin Jiu's eyes passed over the bandit group and landed on the abandoned house. He didn't have the ability to see through the sky, so he couldn't see clearly what was going on inside. But he could vaguely feel that there was a guy inside whose bloodline could trigger the power of the sun, which made him pay more attention.

The one who can trigger the reaction of the power of the sun is undoubtedly the blood of the king in Shurima. As a visitor to the Paradise of Samsara, he naturally cannot stay here for a long time. Rebuilding the Empire of the Sun is one thing, but he can only be a supporter. Lin Jiu needs a successor to the Empire of the Sun after he leaves. We can see what the blood inheritor is like later.

Taliyah helped the woman take off her armor and cleaned her body as best she could. Apart from the nearly fatal wound, the woman's body was a map of scars. These were the result of a lifetime of fighting, and most of them were in the front.

This woman was picked up from the desert. Taliyah pushed aside the woman's black hair from her hot brows and looked at her face carefully, wondering how she could be so badly injured and half buried in the dunes at the edge of the Great Sai Desert. She was beautiful, but she had a hard edge that even coma couldn't soften completely. Her skin was a light brown dyed by the sun, typical of the local Shurima people, and when her eyelids occasionally fluttered open and closed, Taliyah saw that her eyes were a clear sky blue.

Taliyah suddenly heard a muffled explosion to the west, followed by a sound she could not misjudge: rocks rolling and rubbing against each other. She went to the window and looked out. At first she thought it was an earthquake, but soon she thought it was a landslide. Given the condition of most of the buildings in Vikaura, it would not be surprising if it was the sound of a house collapsing.

"Oh my God." Lin Jiu also roughly knew who the inheritor of the royal bloodline was, the goddess of war Sivir, a mercenary in the Shurima Desert.

Then he probably knew what time it was now. Azir had just returned from the void, and Xerath and the crocodile had also escaped. Xerath, who had seen the light of day again, learned that Azir had successfully ascended, and naturally he was worried. On the one hand, he was thinking about how to eradicate Azir, and on the other hand, he planned to exterminate Azir's descendants, that is, Sivir.

The royal bloodline sensed was Sivir, which was a good thing. Lin Jiu knew that what he was doing was not to reproduce the glory of the Shurima Empire, but to rebuild a brand new empire. This empire still worshipped the sun and was still located in the desert, but it would no longer be the Shurima Empire.

Sivir, a princess who has never enjoyed the benefits of Shurima's royal status for a single day, has no feelings for Shurima. She only fights for herself and is simply the best successor to Lin Jiu in this derivative world after his departure.

Lin Jiu's identity as the Son of the Sun + the blood of Princess Sivir, this combination created the Empire of the Sun, which would not work even if Azir returned. Lin Jiu did not have to worry about Azir stealing the fruits of the revolution after he left.

After confirming the approximate time, Lin Jiu looked at the group of bandits that began to attack the city, and he was afraid that these guys were the vanguards of Zeratul's test.

(End of this chapter)