Weiner was very efficient and immediately ordered several of his guards to take the cultists to the jail.
Afterwards, he explained to the people that Zerima had returned to the Eagle King's control, and he himself became the governor of the empire.
Not only that, Weiner also reiterated the dangers of the Void and verbally issued a temporary law, prohibiting anyone from colluding with the cultists of the Void Cult.
Anyone who dares to believe in the void or harbor heretics will be severely punished.
Those who make meritorious reports will receive a generous reward.
After resolving the matters here, Li Lin and his group returned to Weiner's mansion.
Weiner has several wizards who know some basic magic skills and a fairly complete set of magical gadgets under his command.
He also sent people to clear out a place for Nasus to perform, prepared all the necessary materials, and retreated with Li Lin and others.
In the room, Nasus held a handful of blue crystal powder in his hand. This material is a natural conductor of magic and is widely used in various magical rituals.
Then he opened his claws and waved them casually, throwing the crystal powder in his palm into the air.
However, these powders did not scatter as imagined, but instead emitted a light blue light, forming a small pentagram-shaped magic circle in front of Nasus.
Immediately afterwards, astral magic similar in color to the blue crystal flowed from Nasus' fingertips, lifting up the fresh offal of various livestock that had been prepared in advance in a corner of the room.
The magic crushed the flesh and blood into blood and powder, and mixed it into the pentagram magic circle.
But its original crystal color was not stained by the scarlet. Instead, it turned into fluorescent dots dotted in the magic circle, like twinkling stars in the starry sky.
Nasus uttered obscure and mysterious ancient spells, and a brighter swirling blue magic emerged from his body, blowing out the flickering candlelight in the already dim hut.
As the astrological ritual spell was chanted, Nasus threw the Icathia pendant in his other hand into the center of the pentagram magic circle.
Light blue light and star-like spots poured into the pendant within a few breaths, dyeing its original dull purple into blue and white.
Nasus's red eyes stared at a face in the center of the magic circle that disappeared in a flash and no longer resembled a human, with a look of surprise on his face.
"Huh? How could it fail?"
He narrowed his eyes, made complicated gestures with one hand, and continued to provide magic power to the magic circle, while with the other hand he quickly tapped the pentagram a few times.
A few more breaths passed, and the pentagram array quickly transformed into a huge map, which was a simple sketch of Shurima's current territory.
A light purple spot of light appeared in a corner of the mountains southeast of Nashram.
However, the situation now is more serious than before.
In less than a heartbeat, the blue map of Shurima drawn by Nasus using astral magic was covered by foul purple light, which was even about to pollute him, the source of his magic supply.
Fortunately, this corrupted power pales in comparison to the magic of the god-warriors.
Nasus waved his hand casually, breaking up the formation in front of him, and the void power attached to it was also purified by the even more powerful astral magic.
The hut fell into silence and darkness, with only Nasus's heavy breathing being audible.
"Those protected by the Void...will become a serious threat if not eliminated soon."
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More than ten minutes ago, in an unknown ruined town at the foot of the southeastern mountains of Nashram.
Densely packed tents were set up behind various shelters, and countless purple-robed cultists knelt in front of a deep pit, muttering to themselves as if they were praying.
The last rays of sunlight cast their final glow on this land, but its color could not cover the evil light from underground that did not belong to this world.
As batch after batch of livestock were pushed into the deep pit, the earth trembled faintly, as if some huge monster was wriggling excitedly underground.
In front of the many cultists, a man wearing a cloak and turban covered with scribbled ancient Icathian symbols, his feet bare as dry bark, stood beside a deep pit that was flashing with a strange purple light.
The most eye-catching thing is his head...
The man's skull had turned into a strange purple film, with a light purple light beating inside, as vigorous and powerful as a heart.
The evil light expanded and spread, eager to eat and devour.
He is Malzahar, the self-proclaimed prophet who knows the future and the spokesperson for the Void in the mortal world.
"My children," he began.
That kind of sound that is completely contrary to common sense cannot be called a sound at all.
It did not spread through the air, but went directly into everyone's head and penetrated deep into their souls.
However, the cultists, whose faces showed fanaticism, were not surprised by this.
Each of their bodies has more or less non-human characteristics.
Some people's faces and skin were broken and cracked, covered with countless purple cracks.
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Someone opened his mouth, and the yellow teeth in his mouth moved by themselves, as if they had independent thoughts and life.
Some people's eyes turned into a dozen messy fragments with no pattern at all, flashing a purple light similar to the void.
Malzahar's eyes, dancing with purple flames, swept through the crowd. "Tonight is our annual night of confession."
Against the backdrop of the purple light seeping from the abyss behind him, a thin barrier emerged around him, lifting him slowly into the air.
“We are changed by our experiences, but the memories we leave behind are meaningful.”
Malzahar's voice, which penetrates the soul, is irresistibly alluring.
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