Pantheon's divinity quickly dissipated, turning into a sky full of golden light, which emanated from the body pierced by Aatrox's God-killing Blade.
The sky that was blocked by the starry night disappeared and returned to the azure blue of the day.
The scorching sun shines on Aatrox's body, but he can't feel a trace of warmth. This is the disadvantage of the temporary body pieced together by blood magic.
For some unknown reason, perhaps it was the remnant of the power of the war spirit, the consciousness of the person whose body was occupied by it returned to the fragmented body and he woke up again.
Atreus, a mortal named after a sun in the constellation of war.
He believed in the God of War, but was eventually abandoned by his own beliefs.
Now, he has regained control of his body at the brink of death, and it is his will that has sustained him until now.
Aatrox retracted his godly form and transformed his body back into a normal one. He noticed the changes in the mortal before him, raised his lips in a scornful arc, and sneered.
Silent words are the best sarcasm, especially in the current situation.
Atreus knew that his life was coming to an end. Under his helmet that had lost its golden glow, his firm and stern eyes stared at the Darkin in front of him.
He spat blood in Aatrox's face, but the other party didn't care and just pulled out the giant sword.
Blood gushed out from the hideous wound. Atreus felt his life slipping away and his consciousness fading.
He tried his best to grab the spear in his hand that had lost its power and continue fighting, but unfortunately the numbness and coldness all over his body could only make his fingers tremble slightly, but he had no way to move forward at all.
"Maggots."
Aatrox looked down at the struggling mortal at his feet with a condescending attitude, not taking him seriously at all.
The blood of the Protoss has filled him with strength. His only goal now is to fight his way to the top of the Giant God Peak and face the Giant Gods who betrayed him and his compatriots.
If I could embrace death in battle...
Aatrox turned and looked at the summit of Targon, the orange-red beam of light that reached straight into the clouds, yet was clearly visible.
"Giant God..." He clenched his teeth and muttered incoherently to himself.
But before he could fasten the greatsword back to the buckle on his back, Aatrox turned his head abruptly, automatically ignoring Atreus who was unconscious but not yet dead on the ground, and looked into the distance.
A strange force appeared in his perception.
"The power of the sun?"
Aatrox placed the greatsword back at his side and stabbed it into the rocks at his feet, his face solemn.
Could it be Azir...
No, it couldn't be him.
Aatrox had doubts in his heart.
This "power of the sun" is far different from the magic of the sun disk and does not contain any magic itself.
Rather than saying it is the power of the sun, it is more accurate to say that the sun "itself" has descended upon Runeterra.
"This is impossible..." Aatrox muttered incoherently.
Just now, he used the power of killing gods to kill Pantheon, and Pantheon said these last words.
By now, it was Aatrox's turn to be shocked.
As the "sun's breath" drew closer, he temporarily gave up the idea of climbing Mount Targon. He pulled out the giant sword stuck in the ground with his left hand, gripped the hilt tightly with both hands, with the tip of the sword facing forward, and held it horizontally to his left side, making an offensive and defensive posture.
Aatrox narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on the desert skyline.
Although he saw nothing, his keen perception and intuition revealed that one or two inanimate giants were approaching rapidly.
"Steel... No, this isn't steel, nor is it star iron. What kind of metal is this?"
Aatrox was stunned for a second, then let out a heavy groan, his scarlet eyes flashing with madness.
"Hmph! No matter what scrap metal you are, since I come with bad intentions, don't blame me for chopping you up, cutting you up, and mincing you into pieces!"
He shook the tattered wings hanging on both sides of his shoulders, used magic to lift his body into the sky, and then flew at high speed towards an empty direction.
As the distance between them narrowed rapidly, Aatrox finally noticed something unusual.
The giant in his perception seemed to be refracting all light in some special way, making itself almost integrated with the environment and becoming invisible.
He had seen many kinds of invisibility magic, such as the elemental magic of water and arcane magic, which could make people invisible.
But that kind of invisibility magic is useless for mages. Casting magic will cause physiological reactions in the human body and can easily be discovered.
As for the enemies Aatrox was facing now, if it weren't for the overly obvious presence of the sun, he might not even be able to detect their approach...
"Come! You fool! I'll let you experience darkness!"
Aatrox raised his heavy sword above his head, infusing it with blood magic, and suddenly slashed forward into the air, firing two huge red and white sword energies that quickly merged into one.
The earth was torn apart by magic and dust swept across the sky.
This sword energy infused into 5% of the Sword Demon's flesh and blood. In his opinion, it was enough to withstand the mechanical monster approaching him at a high speed.
But the next second, something happened that shocked him:
Suddenly, a mechanical giant appeared, one that looked like a giant beast, and another that looked like a human, but only had a human-like right arm.
They are somewhat similar to the golem puppets invented by the god Nazuk, but are much larger and are not powered by magic cores.
Among them, the giant beast suddenly accelerated and rushed forward, activating a non-magical energy barrier to easily block the sword energy without suffering any damage.
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