Nathers watched Shiville become a complete monster and finally understood what her so-called curse was like.

The royal bloodline actually turned into this. She was just alive and was a huge insult to the ascension heroes who fought against the void until death, making him want to get angry.

His claws couldn't help but clenched, and the muscles around his mouth were twitching involuntarily.

Grinning, grinning.

It was like trying to bite her head with her mouth.

"The people I have seen who are cursed by the void will fall without exception. Sooner or later you will become a monster, and I must eliminate you here."

Nathers made a sound of grinding his teeth, and the sandstorm turned around him, his figure looming in the sand and dust, and the battle's leads could trigger at any time.

"Then why didn't you eradicate your dark-born compatriots?"

Shiville was also a little angry. She did ask Nathers for something, but they put the knife around her neck, making her swallow her anger so much.

Even if she is facing the gods, she cannot weaken her momentum!

"They carry the glory of the past, and you are just a lowly people, and you don't remember the past glory of the blood flowing in your body."

Nathers yelled at Shiville, and the tide of yellow sand rubbed against each other, roaring like the rolling fall of Soonsasha.

His battle axe had already lit up the light of death, which contained a huge force that could easily penetrate the walls of Akasia.

Shiville also clenched his claws.

"Are you still living in the past? You only regard your brothers and sisters as humans, but you know that because of your inaction, the bloodline of Gushurima has been passed down to this point, and I am the last one left!"

Facing the roar of the gods, Shiville did not retreat.

She held on to Chalikar, the weapon could give her the power to kill Gods.

"If it weren't for the curse of the void, the ascension bloodline would have been completely cut off!"

An invisible force emerged from Chalikar, and a light curtain enveloped her, separating the roaring sandstorm around her and resolutely defending Shurima's last bloodline.

"Shurima is dead, the cursed ascension blood, don't want it!"

Nathers let the wrath of the sea of ​​sand fill his body, his limbs filled with strength, and his body grew bigger, as if the roaring desert poured rage into his dark flesh and blood.

The weight suddenly gained weight crushed the bricks and stones underground, and the square cracks like spider-web-like cracks were cracked under his feet.

His body grew bigger and bigger, towering terrifyingly, and began to change to the legendary first generation ascenator.

Seeing that Nathers' height had exceeded the house and was about to fully liberate the ascension form, Kahn was so nervous that he was heartbroken.

What is this woman Siville doing? Tell me the most important one first!

Do you have to deliberately make trouble for the other party and then make such a limit?

If you don’t say anything, everyone on the whole process knows that Nathers is here!

Shiville seemed to notice Kahn's anxiety, curled his lips and shouted at the towering Nathers:

"Okay, you have thought it through before you start. I am the only ascending bloodline in existence. If I die, no one will be able to resurrect Azel."

"What did you say?" Nathers's roar suddenly stopped, as if he was strangled by someone and could not make any sound.

"I said, if I die, Shurima will never really want to revive again." As if he felt that he had mastered Nathers' weakness, Shiville's tone became arrogant, as if the identities of the two had been subverted.

Who is asking for whom now?

"You have a way to revive Shurima?" Nathus was shocked, his eyes flashing with unbelievable light.

He, the first god of Shurima and the most knowledgeable grandson in the empire, did not know how to revive Shurima.

Why is Shiville a girl who is only over twenty summers so dare to say that she can make Shurima wake up again?

He wanted to kill this woman who was talking big with an axe, why did the ascension blood flow on such a despicable person?

But he was already desperate, and even the immortal god would eventually die. The degeneration of the past three thousand years has consumed half of his remaining life. He tried many methods but failed.

If there is really any way to revive Shurima, he must have tried it.

But this woman's words planted a trace of possibility in his heart, maybe this was his last chance.

Although Nathers possesses the power of a god, his heart is like a vicissitudes of lifeless old dog, eager to see his former home again bathed in glory in the last thousands of years of life.

This strong desire watered the seed of hope planted by Hillville, and in a blink of an eye it grew into a towering tree, suppressing his primitive rage.

Nathers' towering and terrifying figure suddenly shrank like a deflated ball, and soon changed back to its original size.

The long handle of the battle axe hit the ground hard, and he groaned.

"Say! I can't tell why, even if you are the last ascension bloodline, you will not be able to survive today."

"Take me into the tomb of the emperor, sprinkle ascending blood to resurrect Azel."

Shiville said confidently, but Nathers then roared and drank her.

"It's simply nonsense! Azel has already destroyed both body and spirit in that disaster. If you can resurrect him, then our Ascension Group will have long since counterattacked the void!"

Shiville wanted to say something, but Kahn pulled her shoulder and pulled her behind her.

"Let me tell him, you can't explain it." He said.

Shiville looked at the distressed Kahn, then looked at Nathers who was angry, swallowed and nodded, and retreated aside.

Kahn didn't want to play, but he felt a headache when he finally couldn't help but stand up and explain for Shiville.

Shiville was not wrong, but she omitted too many details, which made what she said seem unfounded and too distorted in Nathers's opinion.

"Who are you?"

Nathers saw that there were traces of void on Kahn, and his tone was extremely cold.

"I am just an ordinary person who has returned from the void, but I know how to make the fallen capital rise from the yellow sand." Kahn replied in a humble and arrogant manner.

Nathers scoffed at him. Can he still call him an ordinary person when he comes back from the void? But he still plans to listen to what the other party says first.

"Your Excellency, I want to ask you a question first--the ascension ceremony is extremely dangerous, and only those whose lives are about to end will try it?"

"That's right." Nathers was reminiscent of memories, as if he had returned to the ascension altar where the golden light shone down from the sun disc.
Chapter completed!