Reincarnation Paradise: There are vests everywhere

Chapter 2252: Fight for Shurima
Sivir exhaled slowly, and Taliyah could not imagine how much pain her wound was in. She sat up straight, but accidentally pulled her stitches, and her face suddenly twisted.

"Where are you from?" Taliyah asked.

"The city that rose from the sand." Sivir's blue eyes turned to Taliyah. And Taliyah seemed to see a deep well, where pain throbbed and rolled.

“So it’s true?” Taliyah asked. “Ancient Shurima is really reborn? Did you see it?”

"I saw it with my own eyes. Many people are heading there. The ones I saw most were from the tribes in the east and south, but people from other places won't wait long either."

"By the way, what's your name?"

"Sivir."

Taliyah was familiar with the name. In fact, few people in Shurima didn't know it. And she had guessed it right when she saw the cross-shaped weapon.

The rumble of rolling stones was replaced by a sound outside, one Taliyah had rarely heard in her homeland but had encountered many times elsewhere, on the coasts of Ionia, in the cities of Noxus, and on the icy plains of the Freljord.

"Who would believe this is a bandit group?" Isabella couldn't help but complain when she saw the so-called bandit group quickly put together a siege catapult. Even if it was a weapon eliminated by Noxus, it would be a crushing weapon in Shurima, which had just been reborn.

The flaming boulder fell into the market place, exploding like a meteor, emitting a fierce flame, and the burning bodies were thrown into the air like charred firewood.

Hundreds of people who had fled from the west side of the city crowded into the square, each of them trembling. The bloodthirsty shouts and the clash of swords followed them all the way. Panic-stricken people ran between the buildings on the edge of the square, and when they got a chance, they went into the house, closed the doors and locked the windows, hoping to be safe.

More fireballs struck like lightning, and the air was filled with cries and the stench of burning flesh. Bricks and stones turned into waterfalls of molten lava under the impact of the magic energy. The market was engulfed in flames, and black smoke columns rose straight into the sky.

Nasus ignored the invaders and headed toward a newfound goal he had sensed, pushing his way through the terrified crowd and following the faint scent of powerful blood, heading determinedly east.

Walking through the dilapidated streets and alleys covered with yellow sand, most of the buildings here have completely become part of the desert, and most of the others are only left with broken foundations and sharpened broken column heads. Nasus is getting closer and closer to the thundering heart, and the scavengers in the desert flee as soon as they see him. The ruins of the city are gradually becoming thinner under the erosion of the yellow sand.

Finally, Nasus came to the door of a ramshackle building that looked like it had once been a bathhouse, and its walls were thicker and harder than those of the other houses.

He walked in hunched over and immediately smelled two different scents of blood and sweat, one very young, the other so old in spirit, as if it were an old friend who had walked side by side under the same sun.

A girl poked her head out of the corridor, wearing a loose coat that looked like it came from a country beyond the eastern sea. Taliyah was terrified, but she didn't give way. She drew arcs with her hands in front of her chest, as if she was weaving some kind of natural magic. The ground began to tremble, and the stones danced under her feet, poking their heads out from under the sand.

Taliyah retreated into the ruins, and the ground around her feet began to ripple. Stones rose from the ground like pieces of plaster falling from the walls. Horrible cracks appeared in the walls, climbing up quickly to the remaining roof.

"What do you want to do?" Taliyah demanded.

“I will save her,” said Nasus.

Sivir limped over to the girl, bandaged and in pain. Nasus was amazed at her will. But the blood of ancient Shurima was always like this, and he had underestimated it.

Sivir waved her hand, revealing a golden cross blade that shone with cold light, with an emerald gem in the center. An ordinary mortal could not wield this weapon easily, but she held it firmly in her hand: "Too many people have wanted to save me recently. But they always want something else in return. So, big guy, tell me honestly, what do you want?"

"I want you to be alive."

Nasus knelt on one knee and crossed his hands in a salute. “You are the bearer of the Ascended bloodline. This weapon is destined to be yours, for the Blood of the Emperor flows through you. It has resurrected Azir and Shurima, and this must be of great significance.”

"No, there's no point." Sivir said coldly: "I never asked Azir to save me. I don't owe him anything. I don't want to have anything to do with you or Xerath."

“It doesn’t matter what you think. Xerath will kill you whether you accept your fate or not. He came here to sever Azir’s bloodline once and for all.”

Sivir let out a long breath and asked, “Nasus, right? I heard stories about you when I was a child. Stories about battles, heroic wars, and the like. In the stories, you and your brothers were the protectors of Shurima, right?”

"Yes."

"Then let's fight for Shurima now." Sivir's tone was as if he was a king. "While we are talking, the people of the desert are dying. If you are the hero I have heard about since I was a child, then your responsibility is to go out and save as many people as possible."

Sivir's words of duty ignited a fire that had been dormant in his chest for years. Nasus felt the rage coursing through his limbs and body. Only now did he understand what he had lost in his lonely wanderings since the fall of Shurima.

Nasus turned and walked into the square, where he saw the remaining residents of the city kneeling in front of the Temple of the Sun, their heads pressed to the ground like pilgrims curled up, only in front of them were the enemy's blades. The blood-stained soldiers raised their spears high, stabbing at the terrifying god at the top.

The witch spirit who betrayed the emperor was on fire and suspended in the air. The edge of the sun disk gradually softened into pulp in the fire of the ascender. In the air in front of him was the struggling and screaming figure of the unfortunate priest.

"Mortals are foolish," Xerath said as he peeled the flesh from the cleric's skeleton. "Why do you claim to be the son of Azir, the Useless Emperor?"

Nasus felt Xerath's hatred sweeping over him like a tidal wave. The remains of the Hierophant turned to ash in a heartbeat, blown away by the scorching winds around the witch spirit. Nasus strode forward, axe in hand. Every eye was fixed on him.

"Xerath!" Nasus shouted and was about to say something, but a roar from the sky interrupted his voice, and the three of them looked over at the same time.

The sky suddenly darkened, and an unprecedented chill enveloped the entire battlefield. In this oppressive atmosphere, giant blue-white dragons with ice crystals on their bodies slowly descended. The appearance of such a legendary creature before their eyes instantly froze all the noise.

I need to update, otherwise I won't be able to update today. I went to the dentist again in the afternoon and had my lower left wisdom tooth extracted. The wound was very big and was sutured. It's very uncomfortable now. Even swallowing saliva will cause pain. I can only inject water.



(End of this chapter)