There is no doubt that this is the "Wolf God" Nathers, because Rekton is hairless and Azer is a little.

Nathus held a long cloth stick tightly, and the wide top was wrapped with a strip of rags. He used his stick in a strange way, as if he was not walking with a cane, but running with a cane, like an axe.

After entering the city, he did not stop at all and headed straight to the Holy Temple. It seemed that the place outside the desert had already described it very magically. He must have heard some important news so hurrying.

The Holy Temple is completely different from what Nethers remembers. He cannot believe that this kind of child toy is the "glorious ancient ruins" that people say, and there must be some deviation.

The Sun Temple was once an existence envied by the entire Valorand continent. The kings from afar came from thousands of miles to see its charm; now it is a sandstone house knocked out with chisels. Even the sun disk at the top of the Sun Temple is just a smoother stone, tied with hemp rope and hung on the pillars on both sides.

Stone?Nethers felt anger and clenched his fists and could not let go.

This is simply an insult!

He noticed that at the gate of the Holy Temple, there was a man dressed in a priest leaning against the pillar, looking lazy.

Nathers could no longer bear it, so he approached the temple and unbuttoned his outer robe.

Seeing him coming, the two guards crossed the spear and blocked him. Then, he shook his hand and threw away his robe and stood up straight. The guards were stunned.

Nathus wandered in the mortal world for a long time, and kept hiding his whereabouts with shame and regret. He silently paid back his sins in his long and bleak self-exile.

But now, the day of incognito is over, and Nathers, who stands in front of the guard, is the deity of divine power and magic.

When the heroes were still walking in the mortal world, he had already existed as an ascenator. His body was sublimated and rebuilt by the magic of the sun disk. The withered and dying flesh turned into a jackal-headed demigod with an obsidian body; his chest and shoulders were shining with a rolling golden armor that had experienced vicissitudes, and he was wearing a vocation belt with a Shurima heraldry.

He stretched out his hand and pulled off the cloth strip wrapped in the "stick", revealing a long-handled battle axe, shining with cold light.

“Get out of here.”

The guards were indifferent, as if they had never heard of Nathers' name at all. They were also dressed in a cloth robe, and they could not see the expression on their faces at all.

Nathus stopped talking nonsense, and the axe handle fluttered left and right twice, and the guards on the left and right flew twenty meters away.

So more guards rushed out of the temple and blocked between him and the priest.

The Priest hid behind the guard and shouted, "Are you Nathers?"

Mo Tie knew that this guy was a roadside water vendor half a month ago and had only been a priest for a few days. He was probably not fully involved in the show, and there was a hint of fear in his voice.

"Since you have this question, it means I have been away for too long. Yes, I am Nathers, who are you?"

The vendor seemed to remember something, and finally showed a little cleverness, trying to recall his new identity, and said like memorizing the lines: "I am Azrashir Seramu, descendant of the Eagle King, the first voice of Vikoala, the person of light, the light walker, the fire protector, the messenger of the morning light..."

"Descendant of the Eagle King?" Nathers interrupted him, "You said you are the blood of Emperor Azer?"

"Yes, I'm the descendant of Emperor Azil." As he said this, the vendor seemed to get into the show faster, with a little disguised confidence on his face and said, "Come on, tell you what I want?"

Nathus nodded, then pulled up the axe and held his hands across his chest.

"Your blood," he said.

However, before he could take down the fake priesthood, an extremely terrifying roar sounded outside the city, as if an entire army rushed over.

Nethers ignored anything else and turned around and rushed towards the city gate.

Mo Tie, who was about to find the "Wolf God", was also stunned. He saw an incredible scene from the camera of the reconnaissance plane, turned his direction and ran out of the city with Saeko.

The desert tribes near the city gate have already stood on tiptoe and saw a scene that will never be forgotten for life.

The darkness was overwhelming, countless figures walked towards the city with neat march.

What's scary is that none of them are real people, they are all exactly the same soldiers composed of yellow sand.

The entire military system of the Shurima Empire was completely reproduced, from the vanguard wolf-headed soldiers to the heavily armored bear-headed soldiers, there were even chariots and siege hammers made of yellow sand.

At a rough look, there are at least millions of Yellow Sha soldiers, but ordinary people can't see anything.

Among the soldiers, there was an extremely large sand cart, with a living person, or a living god, sitting on it.

All Ascenators are God.

Nathers could feel the power of the sea-like power in the opposite ascenator.

Is this Azil? He guessed.

Because he had seen the image of Zelas a thousand years ago, it was a pure blue energy, but the one in front of him looked like a human-shaped eagle.

The Huangsha army reached three hundred meters outside the city and stopped.

The eagle stood up from the chariot, raised a spear with a peculiar shape in his hand, and whispered: "Shurima, your emperor is back!"

His voice spread through the yellow sand throughout the desert, and everyone in the desert heard the words coming from their feet.

A statement of vicissitudes and domineeringness.

However, the next moment, Azer waved his spear, and all the yellow sand soldiers in the front row took off the bows and arrows behind him and prepared to shoot at Vikoala.

Mo Tie didn't have time to think about it, and immediately threw a portal and grabbed Yasuo, who was avoiding the pursuit of Aionia soldiers through the sensing device in the Edman alloy sword in Yasuo's hand.

"I can't explain it, look!" Mo Tie pointed to the Yellow Sha Legion and said anxiously to Yasuo.

Yasuo was originally drinking in a tavern, but was recognized and called the guards to come. He grabbed the pot and slashed forward, passing through the dense crowd to escape. Suddenly, a dark hole appeared in the air in front of him. Before he could react, a hand reached out and pulled him in.

When he passed through the flashing portal, he saw Mo Tie with a anxious look on his face and looked in the direction he pointed.

I saw the line of soldiers dozens of miles long pulling the bent bow like a full moon, and I had to let go when I aimed at him.

"Faced with the wind!"
Chapter completed!