NABC Chapter 894 The second rune!
Chapter 894 The second rune!
Chapter 894 The second rune!
"Quick! Close the city gate!"
"Squat down! Squat down!"
Under the ancient city wall, a woman dressed as a shepherd was screaming at the top of her lungs, commanding the young and strong men in her tribe and the people pouring into the city gate.
"One, two, three!"
"One or two..."
When the east gate of Narimaj was closed by everyone's joint efforts, and everyone huddled under the city wall that had been buried in the yellow sand for thousands of years, the woman finally breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the ground somewhat exhausted, listening to the howling wind and thunder outside.
Others were cowering in the same manner, and one person who had survived the disaster shouted, "We are saved!"
"Thank you! If you hadn't opened the city gate, we would have been dead! Here are some water and coolness for you, brothers and sisters." A man dressed as a merchant said with gratitude on his face.
"This is a gift from the Eagle King." The woman shook her head and shouted, "If this city hadn't been reborn from the mud, we would all have died in this strange storm! By the way, you look like a caravan, are you coming to the Dawn Oasis? If so... you are lucky. If you had arrived later, you would have died!"
The merchant froze, and the expressions of the people around him became fanatical, shouting, "No! We are here because of the Eagle King's gift! We were originally in the city of Vikaola, which is still two days away from here! An evil wizard attacked Vikaola, and it was the Eagle King who protected us and brought us here with the power of the gods!"
"...What?" The woman was shocked.
The dazed survivors around the merchant also added their thoughts one after another, and gradually the nomadic people who let them in knew what had happened in Vikola.
They looked up at the sky, frightened by the thunder that rose from time to time in the distance. They didn't even dare to look directly at the doomsday-like storm, and looked at each other in shock.
Is this really not a naturally occurring storm?
But the Eagle King is fighting the enemy? !
Their expressions also became fanatical. The great god-warrior indeed possessed unparalleled power. However... who was the person who could fight with His Majesty the Emperor?
Some people also remembered that they seemed to have vaguely seen soldiers made of yellow sand guarding Azir as he flew out of the city. The time did not seem to match what the Vikaura people said. Moreover, if the Emperor brought these Vikaura people here, why did he let them land outside the city?
But...none of it matters.
In this horrifying doomsday scene of a hurricane, they huddled behind shelters, chanting "Long live the Emperor," "Long live Shurima," and longing for this yellow sand continent to regain its former glory!
……
Flying outside the core battlefield, Azir was somewhat hesitant. His sand soldiers had been destroyed by the strong wind in the outer areas, and the sedan chair that maintained the glory and majesty of the emperor had long disappeared. Only his original body could fly in this place, but he could not go deep into the battlefield.
Of course, this was not because he didn't dare. How could the great Emperor of Shurima stand still in fear of the enemy? With his second ascension and the bloodline of the sun, he believed that he had surpassed all the ascenders, even the ascended Empress Setaka... Well, the situation was unclear, and he didn't want to make enemies for Shurima for no reason.
When he first became aware of the battle, the intensity was far from this level, otherwise he would not have even come. Now his sand soldiers can't get close at all, and even he himself, in this position, feels as if he is being stung by the strong wind.
Azir was gazing at the core of the battlefield from afar when he suddenly sensed something. He dropped straight into the yellow sand in the distance. Two sand soldiers took shape, pierced the soil and lifted it up, revealing two unconscious figures.
A dog-headed man and a crocodile man, their bodies were covered with wounds of varying sizes, some were caused by sharp blades, and some were caused by fine wounds cut by wind and sand!
"Grand Maester? Renekton Champion?"
He recognized them and quickly controlled the yellow sand to take the two away from here. He first injected the power of the gods into Nasus' body, allowing him to slowly wake up.
Nasus had a wary look on his face. When he saw Renekton lying beside him and Azir, he realized that he had been saved. He said in a low voice, “Azir, you saved us?”
“Ah, Grand Maester Nasus, I am relieved to find you and the Renekton Champion still alive. What happened here, and who are you fighting?”
Seeing Azir trying to treat Renekton, and realizing that Renekton's injuries were not fatal, Nasus said quickly: "Wait a minute, Azir. A lot has happened in the past three thousand years. I was just fighting Renekton."
"……What?!"
Azir knew about the brotherhood between Nasus and Renekton, which was a famous story in Shurima. At that time, the weak Nasus was unable to climb the Altar of the Sun, and it was Renekton who carried him up without fear of life and death. This move moved the gods, and the two brothers became god warriors together for the first time in history.
How could these two people fight?
Nasus shook his head and looked towards the core of the battlefield in the distance: "The battle is not over yet. It seems that we have not been unconscious for long. I will explain it to you later. This place is very dangerous now..."
He and Renekton had fought hard before, and both were seriously injured, but if nothing unexpected happened, it would take at least ten minutes to decide the winner. But at this moment... As god warriors, they were swept into the sky by the aftermath of the battle and lost consciousness.
If he had not experienced it himself, he would never have believed that such a thing existed in this world. Even in the core battlefield of the war between Shurima and the Void, there would not have been such a horrific impact!
"The two sides of the battle... one side is the demon that symbolizes fear, Fiddlesticks."
Azir's heart was slightly shaken: "That legendary monster? The leader of the nine demons?"
“There are already ten demons on the continent.” Nasus corrected, “and the other party in the battle... is a human mage.”
“…Human?” Azir paused, and repeated in disbelief: “Human?!”
“I can’t believe it either.”
Nasus sighed and looked at Azir solemnly. “Your Majesty, you have been away from the world for three thousand years. I have been in self-exile for three thousand years. The world has changed. It will not be easy to repeat the glory of the Shurima Empire.”
Maybe... it's simply impossible to do it!
……
In the center of the battlefield, the wind and sand around him kept rolling, tumbling like water. Ji Xing held the magic sword in his right hand and the soul blade in his left hand, quietly waiting for Fiddlesticks on the opposite side to reshape.
Slowed down.
Within the ten minutes since obtaining the power of the Darkin Sword Demon, Ji Xing defeated Fiddlesticks' form nearly a hundred times, finally slowing down Fiddlesticks' condensation speed a lot. Even for such a conceptual creature, it is impossible to condense infinite incarnations without any loss.
Previously, Ji Xing judged that it might take more than 100,000 kills to damage it, but now it has been reduced to just 100 times. This is not a misjudgment, but is caused by the power of the Darkin!
When the vicious monsters reunited, Ji Xing thrust the magic sword in his right hand forward suddenly, and a dark red sword energy gushed out, blocking Fiddlesticks' advance and constantly eroding its body.
This is the fatal sword energy of Aatrox!
This is the power of the magic sword.
The power comes from the void!
Aatrox had participated in the war with the void and was eroded by the void, thus falling from a respected god-warrior to a darkin. When Ji Xing tried to control the magic sword to improve himself, he was not worried that Aatrox could occupy his consciousness. The only thing that was a little uncertain was this mysterious 'void'.
But after using this power to fight for such a long time, Ji Xing had some strange feelings, familiar feelings. Why did this void power... look so much like the "small world"? That's right, it was the will of the world!
In any book record and human memory of Rune Continent, the void is terrifying, it is an invader, it is the root of the world's destruction. Every void monster is hideous and ugly. The void is absolutely a world-class villain and an evil plane.
So this makes Ji Xing unsure, if there is a power of world will behind the void, then what has become of Rune Continent? Who is the villain?
Upgrading and mastering the world's will are Ji Xing's core goals of invading the alliance world. Ji Xing highlighted this strange feeling in his mind and must explore it when the time is right.
Back to the point, when Fiddlesticks broke through the sword of death, a violent shock wave spread out, and Ji Xing's left hand's 'Zanpakuto' was raised in reverse.
The light and shadow of thunder crisscrossed as fast as if tearing through space. A huge bloody hole was cut in Fiddlesticks' head. The power of fear hit Ji Xing's mind with his roar, but Ji Xing ignored it and pierced his body with the magic sword!
Another Fiddlesticks dead.
The new Fiddlesticks has risen!
Fiddlesticks seemed to realize that Ji Xing, who possessed the power of the Darkin, would be difficult to kill by wasting his physical strength, so he changed his tactics this time.
A one-on-one fight turned into a group fight.
The power of fear surged, and hundreds of Fiddlesticks appeared around Ji Xing at once.
Each of their bodies possesses about 60% of Fiddlesticks' strength, and like a violent tide of beasts, they charge towards Ji Xing together!
Ji Xing’s center of gravity dropped.
The next moment, two mad dragons appeared around him, one dark red and the other deep purple!
They let out earth-shattering roars, as if even the destructive power of heaven and earth was swept around them. Every time they collided with the incarnation of Fiddlesticks, an explosion like a planet breaking apart would erupt, tearing Fiddlesticks apart one by one.
10! 50! 100!
Fiddlesticks was cleared once again, and the two dragons gradually returned to their original form of dual swords. At this moment, Ji Xing recognized that a fatal crisis was approaching!
His eyes darkened slightly, and he crossed his two swords in front of him, and with a rumbling sound, he blocked the scythe that was coming from the leaping Fiddlesticks.
"I'm so... scared..."
"Ah! Here it comes!"
With the whisper of fear chanted in his mouth, Fiddlesticks once again took the form of a scarecrow, and these two sentences were exactly the most common words said by the dead before they died during his millions of years of hunting fear.
After making sure that this would not cause trouble to Ji Xing, Fiddlesticks did not use the power of fear to erode Ji Xing's heart this time. Instead, he attached it to his own body and burst out with all his strength!
In an instant, a huge pit with a depth of one hundred meters and a diameter of several thousand meters exploded under Ji Xing's feet, and the yellow sand seemed to be wiped out out of thin air.
As the destructive force expanded, the tip of the sickle was less than two millimeters away from Ji Xing's forehead, cutting off Ji Xing's hair.
Then, it got dark.
The sun, which was already obscured by the wind and sand, completely lost its brilliance. The battlefield was shrouded in darkness. Accompanied by terrifying and strange howls, a monster quickly attacked Ji Xing's back!
Not Fiddlesticks.
Stronger than Fiddlesticks' clone!
Its shape was elusive, a faceless black shadow with a pair of cold eyes, and a pair of terrifying sharp blades on both sides of its body. The darkness of midnight dripped from its body, like black blood blending into the air, and like ink dissipating into the sea.
The eternal nightmare of the ten demons.
The nightmare-symbolizing demon 'Morten'!
It is the last of the ten demons. It is a monster born from human exploration of the spiritual realm in the past few hundred years. It walks in people's dreams and hunts their fears.
That's right, fear.
Its power overlaps with that of Fiddlesticks. Among the ten great demons, only it has an absolute subordinate relationship with Fiddlesticks!
When Fiddlesticks and Ji Xing were in a stalemate and started to wrestle, this nightmare demon finally appeared and launched a fatal blow to Ji Xing!
With Fiddlesticks in front of him, Ji Xing had no way to turn around, and the silver-white staff that had always been floating behind him immediately emitted a brilliant light.
The magic shield blocked Mordekaiser's way, stopping him from advancing, but cracks appeared in just a moment and it gradually shattered.
At this moment, the light of runes flashed in Ji Xing's eyes, and he groaned softly, and the Darkin's body suddenly 'collapsed'!
Cracks appeared in the muscles of his arms, thighs, and abdomen, as if he was a glass man about to explode. Next to the precise rune on his forehead, another mysterious rune quickly condensed - a witchcraft rune!
What he gained from Ixuokun allowed him to begin to condense witchcraft runes. According to the normal progress, Ji Xing would need another half a month to master it.
But at this moment, Ji Xing ignored the damage to his body and relied on the added strength of the Darkin body to forcibly condense this rune in an instant!
The power of his spells surged.
Amid the surging magic energy of annihilation, Ji Xing's two swords flew, and Fedtik's sickle also flew out of his hands, and his body broke through the space and shot backwards.
Ji Xing followed closely and turned around.
His right hand reached out, and before the sharp blade of Mo Teng could touch him, he grabbed Mo Teng's face with one palm. When those cold eyes radiated a different light, Ji Xing's roar resounded through the world.
"I'm waiting for you!"
stab-
The power of undead magic gushed out with the blessing of the two runes, and Ji Xing directly used all the soul power he could mobilize to collide with Morteng.
Moteng's body was instantly covered with cracks, and then was torn into pieces by Ji Xing's hands!
Piece by piece, destroyed and returned to zero!
The violent sandstorm gradually subsided, and as the magic sword was released, the power of the Darkin also gradually faded.
Ji Xing, covered in blood, gasped heavily and turned to look at Fiddlesticks who appeared in front of him again. Two mysterious runes were spinning around him.
"It seems that your subordinates are not like you, who can be resurrected almost infinitely. The ten great demons have become nine great demons again." Ji Xing said: "The moment before death, its expression was very interesting. I also have questions in this regard that I want to ask you."
He reached out and grabbed the staff: "Fiddlesticks, as a demon of fear... have you ever tasted fear?"
Fiddlesticks did not answer, and his figure quickly faded away, as if he had never appeared.
Ji Xing did not try to stop him. Although his strength had increased, his condition was still very bad.
This thing is one of the most troublesome "creatures" in Rune Continent. If it weren't for the fact that fear could not completely erode Ji Xing's heart, two runes plus the Darkin Sword would not be enough. At least four runes would be needed!
"I'll ask again next time we meet."
There is still time at 12 o'clock.
(End of this chapter)