He Comes From the Void

The treasure hunters in the tomb were thrown into a mess as they watched the gods wrap people into mummies with gold threads.

"Curse! This is a curse!" someone screamed.

For these treasure hunters, the most terrifying thing in the ancient tomb is not the mechanism that kills at touch, or the invincible ancient golem, but this vicious curse that can't be traced or cracked.

Just like the mummy boy people found in the tomb of Amumu, it is said that the little prince cried for thousands of years in his lonely tomb day after day, and his tears accumulated into a saltwater lake in the dark tomb.

He cried very sadly, but no one dared to approach him.

Because even with the slightest touch, the transfer of the power of the curse on his body is enough to make a person's body wither and die. His greatest wish is to find a playmate, but because of the curse, no one dares to approach him.

This little prince of ancient Shurima will always bear the pain of emptiness and desolation.

At this moment, they all stayed away from this freshly baked golden mummy, for fear that it would bring them an incomparably miserable death with similar abilities.

The mummy wrapped tightly in gold was motionless. If it was just like this, it would not be so scary. It was nothing more than an unlucky ghost who died under a curse.

But the more he was afraid of something, the golden mummy that had finished weaving actually moved, took the golden basin from the pair of eagle claws at the bottom of the statue, and sprinkled it all in the tomb.

The treasure hunters retreated in a panic, fearing that the golden dust would fall on them. They had seen the power of this thing just now.

It never occurred to me that the mummy threw the sand not to engulf them, but to summon puppets.

Both the statue and the mummy waved their arms and weaved magic. The sand on the tomb floor split and gathered into a pile, and the total amount had become dozens of times that of what was contained in the basin before they knew it.

The dry dust rises, bringing up the rotten smell deep underground.

Under the horrified gaze of everyone, the two piles of sand gradually rose up, forming a tall human silhouette. Although its true face has not yet been revealed, the huge weapon has already been held in the hand, the blade reflects the flickering flame of the torch, and the cold light remains.

The faces of several people turned ashen for a moment, the air was filled with the smell of rotten soil, and their intestines felt uncomfortable as if they had tied a knot.

Under the continuous impact, someone finally tried to escape from this eerie tomb.

"This damned retribution came so quickly, you don't want to put me into the water."

The man who was wrapped in a long robe and held a cane like a priest rushed into the secret passage. He took out the scroll that he had prepared with him, looked back frequently, and activated it with his meager magic power.

I saw a golden light that was a hundred times stronger than the scorching sun at noon bursting out from the dark secret passage, and with a loud "bang", thick smoke filled the entire secret passage immediately, and then spread into the tomb.

If Kahn and Kai'Sa hadn't been blocked by walls on both sides of the exit, they might have been photographed at this moment.

Smoke and dust poured into the burial chamber, making an already bad situation even worse. Now the smoke and dust blocked their field of vision, and they could not tell the enemy from five steps away.

"Odan, what the fuck are you doing?!!"

"Didn't you see? I'm trying to find a way to open the exit, otherwise we'll all die here!"

As he said that, Ao Dan picked up another scroll, and golden light burst out from the secret passage again, and then a lot of smoke and dust gushed out, causing coughing sounds one after another.

"I'm about to choke to death! Are you done!"

Odan didn't respond, because the two magic scrolls were used up, and the base of the bust was only cracked. He froze for a moment, and began to poke with his cane, trying to widen the cracks until the exit opened.

"Are you waiting to die? Come and help!" After poking for a while, he was ashamed and remembered to ask someone to come and help.

A few more treasure hunters rushed into the tunnel, and Kai'Sa heard Kahn say, "The thunder is loud and the rain is small, and it is used to scare people."

She was a little surprised, because Kahn said this sentence openly, but people were panicked, and no one noticed his whisper.

Seeing that everyone else was moving towards the exit, Sivir stood still and did not move.

She picked up the Chalikar, aimed at the mummy, calculated the flight trajectory in her mind, and threw it hard.

The cross blade drew an arc in the air and passed between the two assembled sand giants. It cut off the neck of the mummy and shattered the idol at the same time. After hitting the wall of the tomb, it bounced back, seemingly heavy The whirling blade was easily received by her in her hand.

"Boom!"

The headless mummy fell to the ground and made a sound like a sandbag hitting the ground. Sivir took a closer look, but saw that there was no flesh and bone in the mummy's body, but only full of dull yellow sand that had lost its magic power. The water poured out, making the mummy's body hollow and dry.

And the statue was also broken into several pieces by the middle, and the muffled sound of several arms hitting the ground could not be made by stones or sand. It's a horrible sound that can make people have nightmares, like the sound of dried meat.

But Sivir's attention was not here. She stared at the mummy's severed neck until a shiny object flowed out of it along with the sand and came into her eyes.

Sivir's eyes lit up, and the talisman that was stolen was indeed inside.

She was about to walk over to get the amulet, but the outline of the sand pile gradually solidified, revealing two tall monsters with animal heads and human bodies.

They have recurved joints like Nasus, one is covered with thick hair and a hyena-like head, and the other has dark and reflective obsidian skin and an owl-like mask.

They were all wrapped in aging bandages, and under the tattered purple battle robes, sand was constantly pouring from the armor, and there was a cold glint in their eyes.

"The Ascender?"

Although he is unwilling to admit how the mighty god warrior is made of sand, but the attitude of the things in front of him thinks that there is no suitable word to describe it except for the Ascensionist.

"Those who trespass on the mausoleum, die!"

With the last trace of magic injected into the body, the two monsters turned into sand piles came to life completely. The hyena's head roared furiously, and the entire tomb trembled under its rage.

The wind pressure brought by the roar blew away the diffuse smoke and dust, and it stabbed the giant dragon-slaying spear in its hand towards the ceiling of the tomb, bringing down a large hard black stone from the top of the head. When the black stone fell in front of him, it then slammed out the spear.

Under the bombardment of huge force, the falling rock instantly shattered into several pieces and scattered towards the front of him. The power of each piece was not weaker than the fired shell.