What's strange is that when the sunlight shines on the sun disk, it no longer continues to refract.

The sunlight was absorbed by the sun disk. As the strange patterns lit up hot golden light one after another, the sun disk became brighter and brighter, just like the burning stars in the universe. All the lights gathered in one place, and a dazzling beam of light burst out from the center of the sun disk, covering Azer.

Azer was still looking after Shiville by the spring, and he was completely unaware that he was judged to be qualified to ascense because of his selfless act of saving future generations. The flame pillar held him into the air and continued to inject strength into him.

Stimulated by external light, Shiville felt as if he was in the scorching sun, and the light shone red on his iris through the blood vessels in his eyelids.

She opened her eyes and first found that she was soaked in a cool spring water. She subconsciously drew a small mouth from the corner of her mouth, and could feel a powerful life energy blocking her body. Then she raised her head to look for the light source, and was illuminated by the strong light and narrowed her eyes. She saw the person who was about to become a god in the air who was shrouded in the light.

The light surrounds Azer like a cocoon. After the transformation of the sun disk, those light are no longer pure light, but magic from the sun and energy from the astral realm.

The long forgotten magic overflowed in his body, and the energy directly from the sun strengthened his various dimensions. Then the light cocoon exploded and Azer ascended.

Azer was reborn, his body was reshaped into what the Ascenator should be, and the immortal brilliance of the sun poured into his body, forging into a magnificent eagle armor appearance.

The fully armed warrior wore golden armor from head to toe, and the center of the armor on his chest was set with a gem as bright as the spring sky. The warrior's shoulder pads were carved into the shape of spread wings, and there was a yellow-brown dust cape and several gold-edged crimson cloth tapes hanging on it.

His face was hidden behind the helmet with beak wings, and his eyes were burning with pale light like the rising sun. The thick and muscular legs were not human legs, but the anti-article of the eagle. He held a huge scepter in his right hand, with a heavy spear tip on it, shining with a golden light.

He spread his arms and slowly landed, and the streamers on his arm armor were as elegant as feathers.

Shiville slowly stood up from the spring water, and his long hair was seeping with clear water droplets.

One looks down, the other looks up, and the eyes are facing each other. When the prophecy becomes reality, the heavy history begins to condense.

As Azer raised his arms, the falling stone pillars stood up one after another, and huge bricks and stones flew back into the air and were neatly embedded in the ceiling. Everything around was returning to its original state, and the ruins once again became a clear temple.

The stone pillar blocking in front of him was removed, and Kahn and Kasha were exposed from the darkness and had nowhere to hide. Azer's sharp hawk eyes immediately discovered them.

"Shurima children, why are you here?" Azel spoke a pure Shurima old saying, with a strong accent sounding to Kahn, but it was orthodox in their time.

"His Majesty Azer, we are entrusted by Grand Secretary Nathus to help you complete the ascension ceremony," Kahn replied.

Azil felt something, his two patron saints were outside the city, but he didn't know why they were in a fierce battle. At the same time, he felt the spirit of the witch spirit, in the air he was breathing. Who is this witch spirit? Why can't he curb his hatred for it?

He couldn't help but fall into confusion, because he had no memory of the full years of thousands of years. At the last moment, he was still standing on the altar and admired by everyone, but at the next moment he fell to the bottom of the yellow sand and had no cloze.

What Azir wants to ask now is: "Why am I here?"

But then, a hated aura of fear penetrated into his nostrils, which was an external thing that all life hated, and a man-made disaster that caused the ascension group to decline.

"Lie!" Azir was furious and immediately pointed the blade of the staff at the two of them. The golden light shot out from the tip, emitting a craze of rage, so bright that it was impossible to look directly at.

"You carry the taboo power of Akasia!"

Azer waved his hand and the desert warriors rose from the dunes, wearing armor similar to their masters, but those were made of sand. They walked in perfect synchronization that no mortal could not match, holding spears to surround the two of them in the corner. The blades on the guns were shining with crystal embellishments, mixed with the wavy sand on their bodies, exuding a terrifying solemn atmosphere.

The sudden change made Kahn choke back the prepared lines. He and Kahsha looked at each other and were at a loss.

Kahn didn't know how Azil discovered their secrets. Perhaps the ascenators who had experienced that war were particularly sensitive to the breath of void. Although Azil was born hundreds of years after the war, he also realized the horror of void from others.

"This does not conflict with us coming to save you. Now it's your turn to save Shurima." Kahn replied in a humble and unrestrained manner.

"I still need to save the powerful Shurima? Now I have been promoted to the Ascension Emperor, and it won't take much effort to kill you two first."

Azer didn't believe Kahn's words. Although everything around him told him that the upheaval had taken place in the Dawn Oasis, his unconditional trust in Shurima still made him reject such a ridiculous idea unless he saw it with his own eyes.

The tip of the sand soldier's spear approached, Kasha frowned and turned her gaze to Shiville.

"You say something, Shiville, are you watching us being killed?"

Shiville was silent. Kahn stabbed her back not long ago. Although he said that this was a necessary part of resurrection of Azel, she still made her feel resentful. She might never believe Kahn again in her life.

If she continues to remain silent, she may be able to see Azir kill the two. But will Kahn let the sand soldiers stab him to death? I'm afraid not. He will let the void skin armor cover her whole body, turn her into a void monster in front of Azir, and force her to the same front. In this way, Azir will either let them go or execute them all together.

After thinking about it, her handle was still in Kahn's hands, and she had to come forward.

"Let them go, they are in the same group as me." Shivil said, feeling very tired inexplicably.

Azil glanced at her, waved his hand and the sand soldiers turned into a plate of loose sand. His main ability after ascending was to control the yellow sand, which would have the advantage of home court in the desert.

He turned around and looked down on the stone steps.

"Your name is Shiville?"
Chapter completed!