Nathers inserted his cane into the ground, held his hands across his chest, and he opened his mouth slightly to reveal a fang, and a sense of oppression followed.

"Does it have to be blood?" Shiville looked at him, his knees hard and his teeth trembled.

Nathers nodded: "Do you want to do it yourself or do I take it myself?"

"I'll do it myself."

Shiville really hates giving in advance, but she must complete Kahn's task, otherwise Kahn won't let her have a good time.

There was no choice but to pick up Chalikar and cut her hand.

The sharp blade slashed across the forearm, and blood suddenly flowed out and dripped on the ground along the hole.

Nathers's eyes moved downward and saw the bloody stream evaporate on the scorching sun-roasted floor tiles, hissing, and soon the smell of brown lumps drifted into his nose.

"You belong to the ascension bloodline, but..." Nathus narrowed his eyes, his eyes suddenly sharpened: "Your arms are healing themselves, and there are other forces hidden in your body."

Nathus pulled up his cane and pointed at Shiville from a distance: "I feel the aura in you that is similar to my fallen compatriots. Have you learned the taboo blood magic?"

"Magic? I don't know how to magic." Shiville glared at her eyebrows: "But there is a curse on me."

"Curse?" Nethers roared in a low voice.

Just at the right time, Taliyah poked her head out of the corridor and saw Nethers pointing at Shiville with a cane, and she was shocked. She saw that Shiville's feet were covered with blood, her eyes wide open, and fear and courage surged out.

"Don't move Sivir!" she shouted tremblingly, while her hands were marching back and forth in front of her chest, as if weaving some kind of natural magic.

The ground began to tremble, and the stones danced under her feet, rolling around her, taking the shape of a vortex.

Judging from the reaction in her eyes, she should know his identity.

"Little man, your ability can break the rocks of Shurima," said Nathus.

She raised an eyebrow and said, "That's right. So you'd better retreat, otherwise I can break more than stones."

Nathers was amused by her bluff: "Girl, you have a heroic heart. But I just came to her to ask for an explanation, and I didn't mean to hurt her."

"Is this really the case?" Taliyah looked at Shiville, who nodded: "Talyah, you retreat aside."

"You guys wait, I'll call people."

The rolling stones stopped, but Taliya felt that the atmosphere was still very tense and worried that something would happen, so she ran back to the station.

Seeing the small figure disappear again, Nathers turned his gaze back to Shiville.

"You said you were cursed?"

Speaking of curse, Nathers couldn't help but think of his fallen compatriots.

The Dark Seed was cursed by a triple curse.

First, the enemies from their ancient times, then the fall of the Empire of Glory, and finally the betrayal that caused them to fall forever.

He felt the aura of depravity in Shiville, and the rapidly healing wound was like a blood magic, which made him think in this direction.

What will be the real situation? What happened to the owner of the Ascension Blood?

"This doesn't matter. Could you help me get justice?"

Shiville knew that it would be fine if the skin nail was said, so she didn't want to answer Nathers's question head-on.

But she could see that Nathers was very persistent in this issue.

His cane slowly moved towards Shiville, who raised the Chalikar alert, but he suddenly lifted it away. Then he moved a few steps to the side, and the top of the cane hit the armor on Shiville's back.

"I can smell that evil things are hidden in your armor. If you are really sincere in looking for me, why don't you dare to meet with me honestly?"

After saying that, he took off his robe and stood up straight, revealing the majestic body of obsidian.

He was covered with golden armor that had experienced vicissitudes of life and was wearing a vocational belt with Shurima heraldry on his chest and shoulders.

He reached out and pulled off the strip of cloth wrapped on the "stick", revealing a long-handled battle axe.

The blade of the axe shone with excitement, and the sea-blue gems inlaid in the center drank the sun.

"Tell me, who dares to curse the Ascension Blood?" He growled, his voice deafening.

Severe's face turned pale when pointed at by a long-handled battle axe.

She saw Nathers standing in front of her, the deity of divine power and magic.

When his body was sublimated and rebuilt by the magic of the sun disk, the withered and dying flesh turned into a jackal-headed demigod with an obsidian body.

The godly posture shocked Shiville two steps back. She couldn't help but wonder, can such an existence help her get rid of the mountain pressing against her?

However, she thought about it for a long time and did not say Kahn's name, but said something that made Nathers secret.

"Void." Shiville emphasized again: "It is the curse of the void."

At this time, a hand quietly put on her shoulder. She looked back and found that it was Kahn.

Kahn came with everyone else.

He was encouraging her with a firm look, as if they were her strongest backing.

But Shiville immediately turned his head, and a trace of imperceptible guilt flashed in his eyes.

Just now, she was thinking of saying Kahn's name, which made Nathers mistakenly believe that Kahn deliberately cursed the Ascension Blood, and then killed someone with a knife.

But he didn't realize that Kahn had quietly come behind him.

Cold sweat oozed out of her forehead, glad that she didn't say that in the end.

At that time, she thought that Kahn was actually a cursed person, and everything turned out like this could only be said to be due to fate.

But Nathers smashed the handle of the axe to the ground, and a cloud of dust rose.

The smoke stopped in the air like a veil with a shimmering light, and then slowly fell down around Shiville and Kahn.

In the blink of an eye, the round sand and dust turned into a hurricane.

Several people couldn't help but blocked their faces, but Shiville couldn't see clearly, choked and coughed, and bent her waist almost folded in half.

The sandstorm wrapped in the deepest wind of the desert, and in a flash, it could tweak a group of Ikasuls into skeletons. The armor was useless, and the sand would drill into every corner and gap and rub the skin.

The pain from the skin made Shiville feel a little targeted. The sand rubbed countless blood on her body, scarlet tears hanging on her cheeks, and blood was stained with blood.

In order to protect herself, she had no choice but to unfold her skin nails.

The skin armor spread on her skin, and the black and purple shiny carapace blocked the invasion of the sandstorm. Several pieces of armor were intertwined and overlapped to cover her face. She gradually bent her waist in the sandstorm, staring at Nathus who suddenly attacked with her three eyes, which emitted warm purple light, and made a sound of coughing up blood.

"Nethers, Shurima's patron saint? That's how you treat Shurima's last ascension bloodline?"
Chapter completed!