Chapter 135 134 Void Invasion, Hero

"What the hell is this? The end of the world?"

Looking into the distance, Chen Jianzhou turned to Azir worriedly.

He had never seen such a situation before.

Even if the resources of the 900 war zones were integrated at the beginning, the momentum was less than one-tenth of the current situation.

"It's the Void!"

"They came once thousands of years ago."

"In order to repel them, Shurima at that time sacrificed a total of nine Ascendants!"

"And among them, even the first Ascended King of Shurima, Queen Setaka!"

"However, although the Void was repelled, the disaster it caused has been a scourge until now!"

"Just like the Darkin who are still active around Shurima now."

"From the root, they are actually heroes who have fought against the Void."

"It's just that they were eroded by the Void later, so they gradually lost their original minds."

"Chen, we are in big trouble."

Azir also looked solemn and explained patiently.

After saying that, a golden light flashed in his hand, driving the sun disk above, shooting a sharp aurora into the distance.

Unfortunately, because the distance was too far, this beam of light failed to break the passage above.

In an instant, countless dark purple void monsters swarmed out, like raindrops, and scattered to every corner of Shurima.

"Ah! Monsters! Monsters eat people!"

"Help! I don't want to die! I don't want to die. Ah——"

"Mom. I'm scared! Woo woo woo."

"Anya!!!"

"Why is this happening? Is this God's punishment? But we didn't do anything? Why treat us like this?"

For a while, the whole desert was in mourning.

Some people even began to question the gods.

It was like a group of children abandoned by their parents.

Only a very small number of people still held swords and staffs, fighting with difficulty.

"Everyone come forward! Kill!"

That was Azir's desert army.

They have died once, so they are not afraid of dying a second time.

And this time, at least they can die on a battlefield of absolute justice, rather than being turned into ashes by a burst of rising starlight.

In the west of the Great Desert, in a hidden ancient city.

"Anubis! You can't stop me! I have failed too many people! This time, I will stand in front of everyone! Be the first whetstone to block the torrent!!"

Nasus tightly grasped the scepter in his hand, and a burst of blue light finally burst out of his eyes.

He actually defeated the will from the void!

From this moment on, he turned back to the old Nasus, but also evolved into a higher level!

Boom!

He held the scepter in his hand, and the corrosion field opened up!

Every time a void monster was killed, the power in the body would be stronger. In the end, the blue light symbolizing the corrosion breath almost covered the entire ancient city!

At the same time, it also attracted the attention of a void lord in the sky.

At the same time, beside the beautiful harbor of Nashrameh, a short wizard slowly floated up and laughed almost crazily.

"Hahahaha!"

"Weak alien creatures! Surrender to the suffering I have bestowed upon you!"

"From today on, I, the master of cosmic magic, the great lord of evil, Veigar, will become your eternal nightmare!"

"Come on!"

"Let me show you what real cruelty is!"

"Hahahaha."

He didn't say a word, and a powerful arcane energy flew out of his hand!

While smashing the bodies of those void creatures, it also sucked all their power!

At this moment, he finally had the courage to face his past memories!

The demon named Modkaiser could no longer hang over his head like a shadow!

Because now, he already had the power to shatter his ridiculous armor.

Those void creatures that were shattered by him one by one are the best proof of all this!

"Come on! Torture me!"

After imprisoning a group of void creatures, he roared to the sky again, as if the evil creatures in front of him had turned into a group of high and mighty steel ghosts!

"Your evil cannot defeat me!"

"Hahahahahaha"

Then, he smashed them with supreme magic and began to enjoy the pleasure of sadism.

There was also a big bearded man who enjoyed this battle.

He raised his two axes high, as if he was welcoming a holy baptism.

Then, his eyes were red, and he rushed into the endless void creatures excitedly.

".You will die of old age at the age of 198."

In the killing, he couldn't help but recall the fate given to him by the old priest.

This is ridiculous!

Because in their tribe, people who die of old age can never get real glory!

And how could he, as the strongest warrior in the tribe, accept such a boring and ugly fate?

So all along, he has been constantly pursuing a life-and-death battle that will make him go down in history!

——Until one day, he heard rumors that there were countless alien warriors in Shurima!

Then he came here.

He came to the right place!

Because here there are not only alien warriors like Chen Jianzhou, but also countless void creatures!

It was as if it was a feast from the God of Destiny, respectfully inviting him to enter!

"I'll die here!"

"I will die here!!"

"I will definitely die here!!!"

He started shouting nervously.

In a daze, he seemed to have seen the old priest's embarrassed face, as well as the envious and respectful looks of countless compatriots!

That would be an unparalleled glory!

His name may even be etched into the history of Runeterra!

No!

Not possible!

Yes for sure!

Because with his bravery, it is impossible for him to become a footnote in the history of Rune Continent!

"What a fool."

Seeing the bearded man wielding his double axe, violently charging into a group of void creatures, in the distance of the crowd, a figure holding a card couldn't help but sneered.

What he disdained most in his life was this kind of reckless man.

For him, all bravery and glory are nothing more than ridiculous scams used by those in power to enslave fools.

So no matter what, he will never sacrifice his own life for the benefit of others.

Just as he decisively let go of his good partner - Graves.

However, just when he was about to retreat indifferently, a shout attracted his attention.

"Mom, woo woo, mom."

It was a little boy about five years old.

He didn't know who knocked him to the ground, and he was looking around and shouting helplessly.

That dirty little face was covered with tears.

Just like he was begging on the street.

"It's really troublesome!"

After a brief hesitation, he threw out a card and flashed to the child's side.

Then, he used his magic cards to kill several void monsters that were about to attack the little boy, quickly picked them up and retreated to a safe area.

But after putting the child down, another problem appeared again.

This child is too young to survive in this dangerous world like him.

And he is definitely not a child-care material.

It would be unfair to him if he really wanted to do it by force, and it would be even more unfair to the child.

So, after thinking for a moment, he made a major decision amidst the child's crying!

——He is going to save this child’s parents or relatives, and then deliver him into the hands of the other party!

【this is the last time! 】

While killing the void creatures around him, he secretly swore to himself.

To the south of Weikaola City, there is a barren desert tribe.

A swordsman and a girl with brown hair are also fighting hard.

There is also a huge dragon turtle beside them.

Those were their former enemies, but now, they have become partners of life and death.

"Thalia! Send me up!"

After killing the monster in front of him with one sword, the swordsman suddenly said to the girl behind him.

He wants to meet the tide of beasts in the sky and try his best to kill them before they land!

Because only in this way can the pressure on the people below be reduced.

And his sword moves would not hurt too many innocent people.

"Yes! Master!"

The brown-haired girl, also known as "Thalia", quickly said hello.

Then, he raised his hand and summoned a towering sand pillar, suddenly pushing the vicissitudes of life high into the sky.

At this moment, time seemed to have stopped.

The swordsman's ragged figure looked like a drop of water about to fall into a frying pan, tightly grabbing everyone's heart.

But the swordsman seemed completely unaware.

【My glory, long gone.】

He even closed his eyes slightly and put the long sword back into its sheath.

Then--

Open your eyes instantly!

With a sword wind filled with murderous intent, he responded to everyone's expectations!

That day, "The Swift Wind Swordsman" became his eternal label!

People may not remember his name, but when they mention the word "swordsman", they will always think of the sharp sword shadow flying through the clouds first.

But on the east side of the Halisa Desert, seeing the people he spent time with all day long dying tragically, Amumu fell into endless fear and sadness.

"No! Stop it! Stop fighting! Stop killing people! Amumu, please! Please!"

He shouted sadly and opened his arms, trying to stop those void monsters.

But the killing continued all the time.

Hesitation, anger, self-blame, all kinds of emotions were like an overwhelming ocean, filling his big heart in an instant.

"No--"

Unable to bear the grief in his heart any longer, he suddenly raised his head and let out a hysterical cry.

Then, an unprecedented force suddenly erupted from his body, instantly covering the entire Khalisay Desert.

At that moment, all the creatures in the Great Desert of Khalisai, including those void creatures that were still showing their teeth and claws, fell into a deep illusion.

They seemed to have turned into the old Amumu, sinking alone in a dead and silent ancient tomb.

One year!

Two years!

a hundred years!

No one knows when this imprisonment will end.

Because Amumu is still crying!

Within a town in Farajese.

Facing the endless void creatures, Ezreal held a giant sword in his arms and his face turned pale.

He actually wanted to escape.

Because in his opinion, saving all people from fire and water is something only a hero would do, and he has never been a hero.

However, just when he was searching for a way out, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

"Do you want to run away now?"

"Don't you want to save these people?"

"Those are all living lives!"

"If you give them up, aren't you afraid of feeling guilty for the rest of your life?"

The voice couldn't tell the difference between male and female, but it was full of sarcasm and temptation.

"Don't confuse me here! I can't protect myself anymore, so I won't care about the life and death of these irrelevant people! Let alone feel guilty because of their deaths! Because it's not my fault at all!"

Knowing that it was the sound of the giant sword in his arms, Ezreal immediately said angrily.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the voice sneered again: "But you clearly have the power to save them, but you are just unwilling to use it. Just like a drowning person, if you can't swim, you can naturally feel at ease. Watching him drown in the water. But what if you can swim? Do you dare to say that his death really has nothing to do with you?"

This sentence hit home to Ezreal.

He knew that the true purpose of this giant sword was just to make himself his vessel.

But he cannot deny that once he becomes the container of this giant sword, he will indeed have the ability to save the town.

But, what if you are eroded?

What should I do if I become a Darkin?

At that time, who will save him?

He couldn't help but fall into the battle between heaven and man!

And at this moment, the giant sword seemed to notice the change in his mood, and opened its mouth again in a bewitching manner: "Don't worry, as a creature of Shurima, I will not drag you down at this time. The hind legs. Untie the magic-forbidden silk on the sword! I will help you kill every void monster here!"

Of course this is unbelievable!

But even if there was only one chance in ten thousand, Ezreal had to take a gamble!

Because if he wins, he will be able to save thousands of people!

And if you lose, you just lose yourself.

Of course, he was still afraid of death.

But compared to death, what he fears more is still living in guilt and regret forever.

"you made it!"

Silently tightening the hilt of the sword in his hand, Ezreal said resignedly: "I have never been a firm-minded person."

But then, a trace of determination suddenly flashed in his eyes: "But when I really make up my mind to do something! No one can stop me!"

"Next! Let's have a formal confrontation!"

"See I drove you!"

"You still have me!"

"The bet is my life!"