Chapter 169: Darkborn Killing Each Other
——"Charikar, isn't this the weapon of the War Queen Setaka?"

——"No wonder Tayanali called all his former compatriots together. I said Director Xu Er would not make such a big omission!"

——"So this is his reliance!"

——"It seems that he wants to use the weapons of the War Queen to awaken these darkborn."

——"Well, to be honest, I don't think it's likely to succeed!"

——"Maybe there is still hope. After all, this also represents their past glory!"

——"What a pity, they are no longer the noble god-warriors they once were!"

Charikar, which is the unique cross-shaped weapon in Sivir's hand in the future.

Everyone knew that the original owner of this weapon was the first Ascended Lord, the War Queen Setaka.

And this is also Tayanali's last reliance. He hopes that this weapon of the Queen of War can awaken the darkites, end the war, and bring peace!

And if not, let this weapon bring them destruction!

……

"You all remember," he said. "This weapon belonged to Setaka, the greatest and noblest of us all. One who came from beyond the mountains and rose with the birth of Shurima. This blade would one day be passed to Xiunath Alahair, the Nectarbringer. In his hands it could be a weapon of destruction, or a symbol of unity."

He held up the Charikar for all his people to see. Its blade gleamed with golden light, shaped by cosmic forces not of this world, forces that even the wisest of Shurima could not comprehend. Ta'anari saw their respect, their awe, their pride.

But more than that, he saw that they were eager to possess it. Xu Yuyan took a step closer to him.

Of course it would be Xu Yuyan.

The god-warrior swung his axe, and Ta'anari remembered the pain as the obsidian blade sliced ​​through his armor and shattered his spine.

"I'm going to kill you and take it from you." Xu Yuyan said, a long smile on his pointed face. "Does this make me a leader?" The chitinous shells on his shoulders began to bulge, and the bone needles and iron blades embedded in his face also bulged out. Even in his heyday, Tayanali could not defeat him.

But Hari was hundreds of years ago, and Tayanali has learned many new tricks.

"Are you going to use it to fight me?" Xu Yuyan asked, pointing the axe at Charikar.

"No," Tayanali replied, turning and handing it to Maisha.

It was almost beyond her bearing limit, but she just blinked, and at this moment he felt her inexplicable smile again, as if the upcoming battle between the gods made her feel a kind of pleasure. Xu Yuyan sneered, "So what? You want to fight me with your bare hands? Is that so? Do you want to die here, under the gaze of other gods?"

"That's not right either."

"It doesn't matter. I don't care what you want," Xu Yuyan said. "It started at the riverside, and I will end here."

He came like an avalanche—a thunderbolt that shook the earth, covering everything and making it impossible to escape. Ta'anari had seen his charge break up entire armies, knock down towering giants, and shatter fortress gates.

Ta'anari half-knelt on the ground, laying his hands flat on the glazed floor of the circular amphitheater. He felt the magical pulses flowing through the entire structure, the golden thread of power connecting him to every living being on the glazed floor. Mortals were like sparks rising from a fire, fleeting and insignificant, but the god-warriors were like newborn suns, rippling with magical energy.

He tapped into their power, just as Maisha had taught him. He drew a portion of the cursed prophetic power from Shabeka and Shabek, their strange senses twisting within him. The lizard-like agility of Syphax surged through his ancient body. The fury of Gigantus, and Ennakai's dedication to his ideals of justice.

Tayanali closed his eyes. Now he knew where Xu Yuyan's charge would land.

He swung to the side, the axe blade only a hair's thickness from his throat. Suyuyan rushed forward like lightning, and Tayanali turned lightly and grabbed the corner of his opponent's carapace behind him. He rolled onto Suyuyan's back, and his former brother roared in anger.

The god-warrior rolled on the ground, trying to shake Ta'anari off, but his grip was too strong. The unwitting gift of the Prophets allowed Ta'anari to anticipate every wild blow from his opponent. Xu Yuyan grabbed the axe in his backhand and swung it over his shoulder, like a mad penitent lashing his back with a thorn. Ta'anari rolled over to avoid the incoming axe, but Xu Yuyan's extraordinary carapace was cut by himself, leaving a deep bloody puddle.

The Sun Blood roared again, twisting the axe out of the shell, bringing out a pool of blood. One of his horns had been broken, connected only by a layer of fascia, and Tayanali tore it off the shell. The ivory horn was curved like a scimitar, with an iron hoop at the tip, as sharp as a needle.

Xuyuyan crashed into the wall of the amphitheater, and the glass broke into sharp pieces under the violent impact. Dozens of mortals fell to the center of the venue and were immediately trampled under the feet of the grappling gods. Xuyuyan pulled Tayanali from his back. He fell heavily to the ground, still holding the sharp horn in his hand.

Xuyuyan turned and raised his axe to strike a fatal blow, but Tayanari leaped aside, and the ground exploded with a storm of glass knives. But Xuyuyan's thick foot stepped on his chest, pinning him to the ground. He felt his ribs break, and a splinter pierced his lung. The weight of the weight on him was enough to crush him like a bug.

"Charikar is mine!" Xu Yuyan shouted.

The god-warrior's heavy head jutted out from his carapace, blood gushing from his long grey neck. His dull black eyes bulged as he was about to kill another powerful enemy. Just as he had promised, what had begun by the Kohali River would end here.

“No,” Ta’anari said, between bloody fangs. “Not yours.”

He unleashed a newfound power, unknown to his fellows. He blinked—and a terrible feeling overwhelmed him, as if he had fallen into an endless vortex, a passage surrounded by horrible monsters, all lurking outside the threshold barrier, waiting for their turn...

The feeling lasted less than a second, but he felt a year older.

He opened his eyes and saw himself riding on Xu Yuyan's back again, with his deadly battle axe swinging towards the ground. The explosion sound caused by the stirring of the air echoed behind him, and the fleeting portal closed.

Tayanali raised the bloody horn above his head and stabbed it deep into Xu Yuyan's eye.

(End of this chapter)