The sun disk rose, the earth revived, and the greenery reappeared. On Shurima, the sand people running for water showed signs of shock and joy, and the cool springs with the breath of life appeared in each of their eyes.

The ascetic monk had tears in his eyes and knelt on the ground devoutly. In front of him, an ancient temple shone brightly, covered with the golden light of the sun.

A being hiding in the cave opened its eyes, feeling the rolling waves of the earth, and its eyes widened.

In the ruined Sun Sacrifice Group, the old man with only a few front teeth grinned widely, and big tears fell on his withered palms. Facing a half-destroyed huge statue with an eagle head and human body, he lowered his head,

Behind him, countless people wearing sacrificial robes also buried their heads on the ground.

"Welcome back...Your Majesty!"

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"Is that true?"

Sivir looked at Azir complicatedly, with countless thoughts in his mind.

Azir, the last emperor, was a tyrant. This is something Sivir has known since he was a child. It was precisely because of his incompetence and stupidity that the powerful Shurima fell into pieces. After his death, the children of Shurima lost their protection, and

They all surrendered to the Ascended Ones, and because of this, they were torn apart, and a civil war that lasted for hundreds of years began.

Later, I don't know what happened, and all the Ascended ones disappeared, leaving only Shurima with a ruined land and suffering people. However, because of this, slavery was eliminated.

And just a while ago, Sivir heard the story about Azir's resurrection. This story set off a riot, and countless people opposed Azir's resurrection, because once this tyrant is resurrected, he will

All the Shurima people were captured as his slaves, even Sivir thought so at the time.

But now... no.

People and the history recorded in books... Something went wrong!

"Sivir, the noble emperor disdains lies." Azir raised his head proudly, his sharp eagle beak reflecting the sun's light. He answered Sivir's question, but looked to the east, where Azir

I feel my own strength fighting against some kind of existence.

Those who try to peek into this continent...are his enemies.

And now, those beings have left.

A flash of color appeared in Azir's eyes, this ability... was more powerful than he thought.

Gathering sand into an army, if he wanted to, he could create tens of thousands of soldiers overnight, no, hundreds of thousands, millions could be possible!

It’s just a matter of whether the individual is strong or not.

This is not the magic of Rune Continent, but...the celestial magic belonging to the gods.

Azir closed his eyes and felt the power of the sun flowing through his body, feeling the magic power filling his body.

He could feel the revival of Shurima, the temples, the springs, the sun disk...

This is just the first step in revival!

"But you actually want to abolish slavery? Azir, this is different from the story I heard." Sivir held Chalikar, looked at Azir and said loudly: "You know what people are like nowadays.

What do you call me?"

Azir slowly turned his head and looked at Sivir closely.

Weak...too weak.

Even though the sun disk has been reborn, Azir can use the power of ascension to make people ascend, but Sivir...she cannot withstand this trial.

Not everyone can pass the Trial of Ascension, even the descendants of Shurima's royal family.

"What did they call me?" Azir asked.

"The last emperor who was incompetent, a tyrant, and a cruel and ruthless slave owner." Sivir looked at Azir, trying to read his thoughts from Azir's face.

But she failed. Sivir obviously thought too much. Even Azir, who looks like a human, would not put his thoughts on his face easily, let alone become an ascended person. His mood would change, and his appearance would also change.

Azir has become an eagle.

"A foolish and incompetent tyrant..." Azir repeated, with no emotion in his tone, and his voice was as steady as the earth.

He looked at Sivir and asked: "People used to call me Eagle Father, and they also called me Tyrant."

"Do you know why?" Azir asked Sivir, who was stunned by his question.

But it was obvious that the previous drawings confirmed everything and told what kind of person Sivir Azir really was.

What Sivir saw was what happened to Azir before and after his death.

"Under my leadership, Shurima has reached unprecedented prosperity. Enemies of Shurima will succumb, and those who are unwilling to surrender will call me a tyrant. But they enjoy my protection and are in my arms.

Everyone who grew up in Shuriman regarded me as their father. It was me who made them what they are today." Azir replied loudly.

"Am I incompetent? Did I do something wrong? Ridiculous." Azir let go of his hand, the golden staff disappeared, and he looked at Sivir with his hands behind his back.

Very good, this descendant is very good.

But, to learn to respect, Sivir, you must learn to respect.

I am incompetent? How ridiculous!

Sivir pursed her lips and looked at Azir, thinking about how to answer Azir.

But, yes...

People call him a tyrant, and he is indeed a tyrant, but that is to his enemies. To Shurima's enemies, Azir is the most cruel and ruthless person in the world. He even kills children!

To the people of Shurima, Azir is a great father, a father as strict as an eagle, but no matter how strict he is, Azir is also a father. He will give all the good things to the children of Shurima.

People, it was he who made Shurima stand at the pinnacle of the world and allowed the people of Shurima to live and work in peace and contentment.

He will accommodate every Shuriman, especially Shuriman children unconditionally.

Sivir saw in the picture, a child from a commoner family emerged from under the crotch of an adult in front of Azir. The guard immediately wanted to catch the child, but Azir stretched out his hand to drive away the guard, and stepped forward to scare the child away.

The child picked up the child with both hands, held him tenderly and walked up to the altar of Vicoula together.

But, didn’t Azir do anything wrong?

He was wrongly accused, and he was in this situation because he was betrayed.

So he is... No, that's not right. Sivir raised his head and looked at Azir.

Of course he did something wrong, even just one thing!

"No matter what you say, you have always done something wrong." Sivir took a deep breath and looked at his ancestor who had no idea how many generations he had gone up. Azir allowed himself to see his past, yes,

Sivir has indeed changed his mind about this "tyrant", but this does not mean that Azir is a victim.

Shurima, the people of Shurima, those people are the real innocent victims!

"Oh?" Azir released his pressure and looked at Sivir.

"Hmph!" Sivir groaned, her body was forced down by Azir's pressure, but she straightened her back bit by bit, and Chalikar's bright color bloomed. This guy was angry,

Sivir thought.

But this is a good thing. It shows that this guy, like Nasus, has become a monster in appearance, but he still has a human heart.

"You just did it wrong!" Sivir turned Chalikhar to Azir.

"You believed too much in people you shouldn't trust, and your death was simply ridiculous! During the ascension ceremony, you died in front of all the people who respected and worshiped you. Do you think it was ridiculous? What's even more ridiculous is that it was precisely because

Your death will make Shurima what it is today. If you are still alive, those powerful monsters will not fight on their own. They will obey your orders, your wife, children, ministers, and subordinates.

, your country and your people will not suffer until now!"

Sivir felt suffocated and clutched his chest and said to Azir.

"..."

Azir was silent.

"Did I say something wrong?" Sivir asked.

She dug his grave in front of him and didn't see him angry. So, he wouldn't be angry about the topic being discussed now, right?

"You are right, Daughter of Shurima." The powerful Azir suddenly sighed. He stretched out his hand and pressed Sivir's bare shoulders with his eagle-like fingers.

His claws are extremely sharp, and he can easily crush Sivir's shoulder with just a slight squeeze. But after watching the scene just now, and with the bonus of his own identity...Sivir is not afraid

Azir, on the contrary, she felt that Azir's body had a smell that she couldn't describe.

"You're right, I know that. I've always known that Xerath's ambitions are getting bigger and bigger, and his ruthlessness has grown with my journey to the throne. I know all about this, but he...

He paved the way for me to become an emperor and ascend the throne, so I ignored his ambition and thought I could impress him with my emotions, but I was wrong."

"You are right, Sivir, but I did something wrong."

Azir sincerely admitted his mistake.

"Well, I don't mean that I want your apology. I just want you to know that you are also at fault for everything to turn out like this. Of course, the bigger reason is because of Xerath." Sivir

He said immediately.

Azir shook his head, and actually laughed. Looking at Sivir, his hand on Sivir's shoulder fell, and he gently hooked Sivir's arm with his fingers, and gently raised her hand.

Standing up, Azir held Sivir's hand. He knelt on one knee on the yellow sand disk. Azir's eyes were staring at Sivir parallelly. The golden light in his eyes flashed like two blazing suns. Azir

He opened his mouth and said:
To be continued...