"No, it's impossible!" Azir looked at his good brother, his eyes filled with shock and confusion.

He still didn't want to believe it, even though Xerath had admitted it himself.

These are his siblings!

How could he betray himself!

"Azir, it's me." Xerath sighed.

"" Azir was silent for a while.

Then, his body trembled and he turned his head, recklessly using the Ascended One's magic to summon the rolling yellow sand in the desert.

The dust formed a ghostly phantom, recreating the city's final scene.

These are images of the past, echoes of Shurima's physical form.

The human figures made of sand and dust were all seen looking in the direction of the sun disk. The sun disk was still hanging high in the sky half a mile away, showing off the glory and power of the Azir Empire.

However, the next second

The joy on people's faces turned into fear. They were instantly wiped out by an invisible energy and turned into dust and disappeared in the wind.

Soon, Azir's family appears in front of him, presented in perfect detail, heartbreakingly realistic. His pregnant wife. Her shy daughter clutching his wife's hand. His son with his head held high.

, will grow up almost immediately.

But all this soon disappeared with the explosion of the solar disk.

Looking up at the altar again, the source of this disaster is

A figure formed from sand appeared. This was his most trusted servant, his wizard, Xerath.

"Later, what happened next?" Azir's voice trembled.

He looked at Levi with red eyes and a ferocious expression: "What happened next?!"

"Later, the Shurima Empire perished." Levi knew what he wanted to ask: "Without the guidance of the Sun Disk and the Ascension Order, and without the restraint of the empire's center, the Ascended Ones' minds were affected by the void.

He soon transformed into an independent warlord and began endless melee."

"The warriors of the gods fell one after another in this thousand-year war, and the remaining ascended ones were finally sealed by the design of the stars."

"Thus, the era of Shurima has completely passed."

"The new human empire rose in the northern continent of Valoran, and the Shuriman people who lost the empire eventually regressed back to the primitive slave-tribal era."

Azir was silent and speechless.

His family died, his empire fell, and his people perished. Everything he cared about ceased to exist.

This was an unbearable burden, but there were no tears in Azir's eyes. His ascension form no longer had this simple function of expressing grief.

"Then" Azir suddenly looked at Sivir who was not far away excitedly: "Where is she?"

He could feel that Sivir was his surviving bloodline. This was the only thing he still had left in this world.

"Is there anyone else?" he murmured.

"No more." Sivir answered personally.

3000 years is too far away for a mortal like her.

She was completely watching the performance of her ancestors with the mentality of watching the excitement.

"My parents and relatives all died at the hands of desert bandits." Sivir said rudely: "And Your Majesty the Emperor, the 'noble bloodline' you left me did not help me avoid being hungry while wandering.

"

"" Azir was heartbroken.

He did not expect that the only bloodline he inherited, his descendants, would live such a purgatory life.

"Tell me the names of those desert bandits and I will kill them and avenge you!" He looked at Sivir deeply, as if he was trying to make up for something.

"Haha." Sivir didn't appreciate it at all: "I have avenged this revenge myself. Why do you need a dead person like you?"

Azir's heart was stabbed hard again.

Only then did he finally see clearly what kind of misfortune Xerath's gentle push from behind had brought to him, his family, and his empire.

"Ze! La! Si!" He turned his head and looked at his good brother angrily.

"Why?" Azir asked angrily: "I regard you as a brother, why do you do this to me?!"

But Xerath remained silent.

"Speak, Xerath!"

"I" Xerath was silent for a long time, and finally sighed: "I have nothing to say."

As he spoke, he glanced at Levi and Janna, who were guarding him closely, as well as his gloomy body that had suffered heavy injuries in the battle.

Xerath knew that he could no longer escape.

He was sealed for 3000 years and was beaten by the void as soon as he came out. Not only did the power he gained through hard work fail to realize any of his ambitions, but instead made him passively serve as the main force in the fight against the void.

All the ambitions, ambitions and ambitions were instantly wiped out in this ridiculous way.

As a result, Xerath finally let go of his 3,000-year twisted obsession and calmly accepted his ending: "Let's do it."

"Anyway, you saved my life, and now it's time to give it back to you."

He didn't want to argue or beg for mercy.

After all, if Azir hadn't sacrificed his life to save him just now, he would be dead now.

"You" Xerath wanted to die so much that Azir couldn't do it.

"Why? Why on earth!" He stubbornly wanted to get an answer.

Then, Azir quickly thought about the rift between himself and Xerath before that disaster happened.

After Xerath ascended the throne, he was eager to free the slaves. To this end, he even went so far as to offend and quarrel with him several times.

He refused to let go in order to keep it secret. Later, in order to calm down Xerath and not make the matter a big deal, he even pretended to be indifferent and said something like this in front of Xerath: "You are just a slave.

, you should remember your position."

session

Everything makes sense.

After that conflict, Xerath never mentioned the abolition of slavery again.

He seemed to have become the emperor's most obedient minister.

But he is no longer his friend or his good brother.

"You betrayed me because" Azir's eyes widened in pain: "I 'betrayed' you?"

He finally realized how ridiculous the root of this tragedy was.

If he hadn't been so arbitrary and self-centered at the time, and would have communicated more with Xerath, perhaps none of this would have happened.

"Yes." Xerath finally spoke: "Is communication so difficult?"

"But why don't you tell me the truth? Are you worried that I will leak the secret? But I am your 'brother', abolition of slavery is our common ideal, and you also see my ability. Don't you even trust me?

?”

Of course this is not the case.

The fact is: "Azir, subconsciously you still regard me as a slave and yourself as my master!"

"Even if you are a brother, you are still the big brother who tells you the truth - so you think you can make all the decisions alone, so you don't bother to reveal even a little bit of information to me!"

"I" Azir was speechless.

Because he realized that what Xerath said was true. It was his arrogance and arrogance that deepened the rift between the two.

"Yes, but you shouldn't either." Azir was heartbroken.

"Yes. I made a bigger mistake." Xerath sighed: "But what's the point of saying this now? A big mistake has been made, and nothing can be done to undo it."

With that said, he walked to Azir's golden spear with relief: "Kill me, Azir."

""Azir fell into a painful tangle.

Reason told him that he should kill Xerath. This sinner deserved to be put to death.

But

"What should I do with him?" Azir looked at Levi blankly.

Li Wei was not his minister, or even had anything to do with him, but this guy was the only person he could ask for advice now.

"I recommend the death penalty." Levi's answer was straightforward.

He has no intention of judging an ancient person from 3,000 years ago based on modern moral and legal concepts.

After all, if one were to judge Azir, Nasus, and Renekton strictly according to the values ​​​​of the leader, they are all Class A war criminals who actively waged wars of aggression. They would be shot a hundred times.

Not enough imperialists.
To be continued...