"What does my name matter? What matters is that Nathus is fighting against two outside, you have to help him." Shiville replied.

"Who is the other?" Azir was quite close to this descendant who saved him.

"Zeros."

"Zeros..." Azel repeated the name in his mouth, without anger, without hatred, only doubt.

He knew who Zelas was and was very familiar with him. He was his childhood playmate, a capable minister, and even a brother of a different surname. What he wondered was how such a man could stand opposite Nathers, as incredible as Recton attacking Nathers.

What exactly happened to the outside world?

"Your Majesty Azil, you don't know that although you completed the ascension ceremony and became the Ascension Emperor, it took two thousand five hundred years to complete it. Outside, Shurima is no longer the same as before."

"What are you talking so implicitly?" Shiville curled his lips, "Shurima has died, not long after you were pushed off the altar."

"How is this possible? Even the monsters of Akasia were unable to destroy the powerful dynasty. How could I die as soon as I die..."

Shiville interrupted Azil without any mercy: "You can go outside and take a look."

Azer was not angry, but only felt extremely eager to find out the truth.

The cold flames flashed in his pale eyes, and he waved his cane, and the air was filled with deadly heat waves. Sand and dust rose with the wind, creating images of the past, which was the echo of the physical form of Shurima.

Azir tuned out history, and a miniature oasis of dawn rose up and formed in front of everyone. The time happened to be the moment when Azir held his ascension ceremony.

He walked on the avenue to the altar, and a guard of honor composed of ten thousand elite soldiers followed him, and cheers from the crowd resounded throughout the city. Once upon a time, Nathus and Recton were also walking on this avenue, and were enlightened into gods under the attention of the crowd.

Azir's scepter hit a lonely tone, and the sand and dust reorganized again, and time came the moment before he lost consciousness.

He saw his mortal body rise into the air, approaching the sun disk, with his arms spread out and bowing his back back. He remembered that at this moment, the sun disk poured down the golden light shining on the altar, and the power penetrated him, fused his existence, and injected the divine power into his body.

And at this moment, a figure formed by sand and dust appeared.

This is his most trusted servant, his wizard, Zeras.

Zelas took action without warning. Azel saw himself being pushed off the altar, broken like glass, and exploded into fine sand dust. Zelas, who stole the power of ascension, replaced him and completed his ascension. The light of the sun poured into him, reshaping his flesh and blood into the body of the ascenator.

However, this action also led to disastrous consequences. This force did not belong to Zelas, nor did he admit that Zelas. The uncontrolled power of the sun was released and turned into a shock wave that swept the whole city.

The invisible energy first destroyed a group of elite guards rushing towards Zelas, turning them into ashes; then a group of spectators surrounded by rings at the top of the temple, his closest assistant, his counselor, the priest bishop, and his family.

His pregnant wife, his grown-up son, and his shy daughter were all destroyed by the shock wave and disappeared.

This unbearable weight, even if it was scaled countless times, still made him kneel down limply.

The sandstorm continued to evolve, and the people who witnessed the usurpation of the throne and seized power in the distance were no longer happy. They fled from the direction of the sun disk in horror, but were still wiped out by an invisible energy in an instant, turning into dust and passing away with the wind.

Only Zelas was left, constantly absorbing the power of the sun over the city until his body was completely swallowed up, and then reshaped into a shiny arcane energy vortex.

The brutal dust shock wave burst out, dismantling the final afterimage of Shurima. In the desperate silence, Azer stood alone in the echo of the past, and the dust settled.

He didn't understand. He had given Zelas everything he wanted, promoted from slave to minister, and finally abolished slavery for him, but was still betrayed by Zelas.

This betrayal made an emperor lose everything he had, family, love, friendship, strength, and even life... Everyone in the entire city was buried with him.

The great Shurima civilization fell and became a past tense, buried in the wind and sand.

Time has turned Shurima into unrecognizable, erasing all memories of victory and failure, leaving only legends.

No one knows that the territory of this empire has extended from one ocean to another, spanning the entire continent; no one knows that a golden outpost was established in the jungle in the east, and the governors of three parts of the land on the continent will worship taxes and warriors to the capital, and wealth flows to the treasury like a river made of gold. No one knows that in the empire of Shurima, people speak a hundred languages, and art, music and culture that exceeds this number.

And all of these are attributed to Zelas' betrayal.

"Zeros," his voice became hoarse with anger. "Your sin is unforgivable."

Azil stood up, and a force lifted him into the air. While he opened his hands, the entire dawn oasis was re-established under his newly acquired power.

The earth cracked and the wind and sand were pouring. The ancient city of Shurima rose from the tomb, shaking off the yellow sand. The huge golden disk shone with the sacred sunlight, crowning the capital.

...

The battlefield of the two gods was moved by Ryz to the ruins of the Dawn Oasis by winding paths. Their bodies recast by the sun's magic made their will firm and unaffected by teleportation. After transferring the site, they continued to fight immediately. Ryz stood not far away and watched.

Under the scorching sun, huge weapons collided with each other, and the clash of power caused the two beast-headed gods to fly sand and stones to fly under the feet of the two beast-headed gods. The sand was shaken into the air, and then was swept into it by a furious storm, surrounding the gods.

Rekton let out a roar of rage, and the sand in the entire sea of ​​sand was beating, bullying like a real sea surface. The sand formed a huge wave to lift him up, and drilled into Nathers with a death spiral, at a speed far exceeding the limit that his huge body should have.

He shook the crescent axe blade, and the sharp blade hit the chest, repeatedly cutting Nathers' chest. The breastplate exploded under the momentum. Nathers groaned and staggered back a few steps. Then Rekton turned around for another time, and the knife and axe swept towards Nathers' neck.
Chapter completed!