He Comes From the Void

With a mouth full of blood and a bloody wind coming from under the hood, every fang can be clearly seen, and the frantically flicking long tongue made the sound of his own head smashing into pieces automatically resound in his mind.

Kahn's eyes widened, time froze for an instant, and everything around him slowed down many times.

He let go of the tip of the gun he was holding onto with both hands, pulled away before the slowly advancing sharp edge pierced him, and then kicked off the wall behind him and flew to Sivir's side. He landed on a rolling roll, snatched the crossblade from Sivir's hand, and hurled it viciously at the hyena guard.

Karn has confirmed that Chalikar has a special effect on these ancient Shuriman tomb guards.

The flow of time returned to normal, and the hyena's bloody mouth bit into the empty space. Sivir only saw a flash of the knife light that was too fast to see, and the cross blade that should have been held in his hand appeared on the body of the hyena guard. It was nailed to the wall by sinking into the chest from behind.

It died very simply, without even struggling, it turned into a pile of sand and poured down the wall, leaving only the cross blade still deeply nailed into the wall.

"Can you tell me before you use my stuff?"

Sivir complained that she was close to the wall of the tomb, and it took a lot of effort to pull Chalikar out.

Regarding Kahn's unauthorized use of her own weapon, she could only complain and protest. She couldn't really resist. The strength that Kahn showed just now was in a crushing style. If she really refused to accept, she would probably be pinched against the wall by her neck and be taught a lesson.

"Sorry, I was taken aback. This 'dog thing' didn't talk about Wude, but actually bit me."

Kahn heaved a sigh of relief. Before that, he had never expected that the good things from thousands of years ago would actually bite people, and the skin armor that bullied him had no mouth.

This is a sneak attack, a sneak attack on his little comrade in the eighteenth summer.

It seems that you have to be careful with this tactic when fighting Ascensioners in the future. These monsters with beast heads and human bodies are no longer purely human. They will really bite people with their mouths when they are in a hurry.

"Forget it, but Chalikar is really surprisingly good at dealing with these ghost things."

Kai'Sa watched Sivir hold the crossblade in her hand again, and asked, "Why doesn't Charikar eject from Kahn's hand?"

These words made Kahn notice details that he had never noticed before. Charikar would not spin in his hands, just like an ordinary dart. But Sivir had instinctively mastered this skill when he first got it, which is really incredible.

"It has something to do with the bloodline of Feisheng. This artifact will recognize its owner." Kahn said a reason casually. It stands to reason that it is the most contrary to the laws of physics that such a heavy thing will bounce and spin. It can only be explained as the characteristics of the artifact, and only special Only those who can activate it.

"By the way, what are you doing here? Preheating before entering the emperor's tomb?"

Looking at Sivir again, this woman still has no awareness of being a descendant of the royal family at all. The only direct blood of the dignified Azir is still hanging out with a group of low-level treasure hunters in the ancient tomb of Shurima. Fumbling around.

"Let's have fun. When you're bored, you have to find something to do." Sivir put away the talisman and said nonchalantly, "In order to survive the dangerous tomb of the emperor, I've collected a lot of good things from the dead over the years." thing."

"I said that I will keep you alive. What if you run into troubles that you can't solve by robbing graves like this?" Kahn didn't want to stand on the moral high ground and accuse her. Sivir is the key to resurrecting Azir. If After she died, the sun disc could only be buried under the yellow sand forever.

"At least I'm fine now." Sivir was noncommittal, no one would obediently leave their life to others to control. In order not to die, it is appropriate to keep a few more hands.

"Okay, did you just say that Nasus is waiting for us outside? Then let's go, don't make him wait." Sivir bypassed this topic, turned and walked towards the exit of the tomb.

Walking into the secret passage, looking at the few people blocked on the narrow stairs, Sivir pulled out his bone blade and made a notch on the wall along the way.

"Stay out of the way." Through the scary skin armor, she made a wet voice, which was not at all human, but she could clearly hear the threat in it. Kankasha was standing right behind her, watching what she wanted to do with the group.

"Please..." Seeing Sivir approaching every step of the way, they begged, weeping in fear: "Let us live."

"You rush out together now, maybe some lucky ones will escape. And blocking my way, killing all of you is just a matter of convenience..."

"Stop talking nonsense, that thing is alive again!" Kahn pushed Sivir's shoulder, and the two balls of sand in the tomb behind him began to reunite, outlining a familiar outline.

There seems to be a mysterious and powerful force in this tomb, enough to resurrect the furious guard hundreds of times.

"Hurry up! Do you really want me to chop you up one by one and throw them out?" Sivir quickened his pace and walked towards the group of people, his three eyes exuding the primitive impulse to deconstruct everything.

As she disintegrated the headless corpses in the stairs into a mass of invisible human-shaped matter, these people's reason could no longer be stretched, their legs dominated by fear, and they fled towards the inner hall of the sanctuary.

If it is death anyway, then being cut off by a sharp knife is a kind of relief compared to being disintegrated by the void. At least the pain is just a momentary thing, and he died before he even reacted.

An unknown death awaits them ahead, but if they do what Sivir said and rush out together, there may be a lucky one who can make it to the safe outer hall alive.

At this moment, they all wished that they were the lucky one, and that the people around them became scapegoats, making their escape possible. With this in mind, the group of people rushed out of the tunnel tacitly, and then...

Usher in death.

The first person, before seeing anything, was cut off by a straight knife, and his body was separated.

The second person was better, not only heard the sound of horseshoes, but also saw clearly that the knife that killed him was a machete with a hook.

The third person saw the murderers wielding these machetes charge back and forth in the empty inner hall, making the sound of horseshoes echoing layer upon layer.

Seeing the number of these cavalrymen, he gave up fleeing and stayed where he was to die.

One after another, these treasure hunters were all killed by the centaur, and the furthest one couldn't run ten meters, and the blood spattered on the spot.

But their death allowed Sivir and the others to see clearly what monsters were waiting for them in the inner temple—centaur cavalry in golden armor, holding a machete with a hook in their hands, and the armor kept leaking yellow as the iron hooves ran. sand.

"Tawny Charger."

She read out a name. These centaurs all came out of the pharaoh's golden coffin that she had seen before, and there was a whole group of cavalry.