"Not enough... not enough! This little bit of flesh and blood is not enough for me to maintain this body for long."
Aatrox's eyes flashed bloodshot as he muttered to himself, "Yes, I seem to have left behind a qualified body a few years ago. I think I was the leader of a certain tribe. It's time..."
Before he could finish his words, an inexplicable palpitation made him suddenly stop the killing.
“This…what is this?!”
He ignored the few survivors of the tribe who were fleeing in all directions and suddenly turned his head to look towards the distant south.
"The Sun Disc...Shurima..."
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…
Surrounded by dangerous waters, the southernmost province of Yuanlin in the Ionian Islands.
A man with silver hair and dark purple skin walked across the desert plateau on a moonlit night.
The heart area on his chest flickered with purple magical light, flickering with the beating of his heart.
In his hand, he held a strangely shaped longbow made of unknown materials, which seemed to be integrated with his left hand and did not even have a bowstring.
The pair of eyes with only whites were extremely cold, as if if you just looked into them, you would be pierced by countless sharp arrows.
"Where are you going, Varus?" A young man's voice echoed in his mind.
Kay?
Or is it Wazumao?
Varus often couldn't tell the difference between the two people's voices.
Two years earlier, in the Temple of Pallas, he had used blood magic to possess the two Ionian hunters who were hiding from Noxian soldiers.
But this couple was so strong-willed that even he, a former god-warrior, couldn't suppress them.
Their souls cannot be extinguished...
Now, they have become a trinity.
"We can't leave Ionia, Varus." At this time, another man's voice sounded, "Our parents are still here..."
Is this supposed to be Wazumao's voice?
Varus shook his head, ignored their questions and objections, and walked straight towards the western coast of Yuanlin Province.
According to the memories of these two hunters, there should be ships that can leave the port and go to Shurima.
Normally, these two mortals would not be able to compete with Varus for control of his body.
Except in some special circumstances, such as when he wants to kill innocent people, they will resist strongly.
"Why do you want to go to Shurima?" Wazumao was unable to stop Varus and could only ask helplessly.
"I've said this many times." Varus' words were emotionless. "I will find my people and resurrect them."
"Resurrecting by devouring us? We will not allow such a cruel practice."
Kai hated this unnecessary killing and tried his best to stop Varus.
"You can't stop me, and you can't stop me..."
As he was speaking, Varus suddenly stopped and an expression of uncontrollable astonishment appeared on his face.
Then, his expression returned to its calm and cold state, and he strode forward again.
"What's going on? Why can't I stop him?"
"Kay, I can feel that our control over our bodies is weakening..."
"This is impossible! Wasn't everything fine just now? Varus, what did you do?"
Varus chose to ignore the noisy and annoying voice in his head.
The Sun Disc has been re-suspended in the skies above the Shuriman Empire.
No matter what, I'm going back.
The Empire must have a way to release me from the weapon!
only……
Are we, who have committed such grave sins, still qualified to ask for forgiveness from the empire?
Varus's steps were unusually heavy.
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In an unknown underground tomb somewhere in Noxus, on the Valoran continent.
A sickle sealed on the altar by countless chains and arcane magic suddenly opened its single scarlet eye at the corner.
"How long have I been sleeping..." A low voice filled with darkness and hatred slowly came out from the sickle and echoed in this huge underground space.
No one answered his question, and no one could answer it.
"Alas..." Scythe sighed heavily, "My once most capable and trusted partner has now become a prisoner for me..."
Suddenly, the sickle let out a deafening roar:
"I won't accept this! I'm a great god-warrior! I once saved the world. How can I be trapped in this endless darkness underground and suffer eternal torture?!"
In the space, the echoing roar gradually turned into silence.
After an unknown amount of time, the single eye at the corner of the sickle closed uncontrollably again, accompanied by a final, helpless sigh:
"Shurima..."
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