Golden Shovel Survival: One Lucky Star and One Colorful Hex

Chapter 167: The Battle of Demigods, I’ll slip away first as a sign of respect!

In the ancient tomb of the Shurima Empire.

"Is this the breath of Aatrox? Why has it become so violent and evil?" Renekton, who was confronting Xerath, suddenly felt the breath of the Sword Demon and frowned.

The next second, his expression changed, revealing surprise: "This is the breath of Nasus! My brother is still alive!"

"elder brother?"

Xerath smiled sarcastically, "Rekton, it seems you've forgotten how you were imprisoned in this eternal tomb."

"Don't you know?"

Renekton frowned and tried to recall carefully, but after thousands of years of imprisonment, most of his memory fragments had been lost. He even forgot that he was imprisoned in this ancient tomb in order to seal Xerath.

"certainly……"

Xerath nodded, a sly glint in his eyes.

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The sky in the western part of the Shurima Desert seemed to be dyed rusty, and the figures of Nasus and Aatrox hovered in the air, like two planets about to collide.

The former's hyena head hung low, the Ankh cross on top of the scepter shone with starlight, and golden energy flowed between the scales, filtering the surrounding sandstorm into pure golden sand.

The latter's demon wings were a hundred meters wide when spread out, and the blood mist on the blade condensed into a hideous skeleton throne. Each feather was dripping with dark energy, burning the sand dunes below into a glass-like death zone.

When their eyes met, the space first froze strangely, and then burst into dazzling golden-red lightning, stirring up a violent gust of wind and blowing up yellow sand all over the sky.

"Damn, this is the strength of a demigod. It's really that terrifying."

Mo Lang's eyes were solemn, and he immediately crushed the flash scroll and moved away from this place.

What a joke! In front of these two demigods, my three stars and five mana are not even enough. I am simply the weakest of the weak.

At first, I thought I could compete with him, but now it seems that it is useless. We are no longer on the same level. After all, the opponent can stand in the air and walk in the air.

If this were placed in a novel about cultivation, three stars and five mana would mean the Qi training stage, while the opponent would be at the foundation building stage or even the Golden Core stage!

"Aatrox, you were once the sword of the dawn."

Nasus' voice tolled like an ancient bell. With a wave of his scepter, twelve star tracks stretched from his feet to the heavens. "Look at you now. A hollow shell devoured by hatred. Even the sword that once wielded you has become a prison."

"Prison?"

Aatrox laughed maniacally, "When my sword drinks the divine blood and I forge my immortal body, I will stain Mount Targon with blood!"

Before he finished speaking, he turned into a blood-red meteor and swooped down. The shrieking sound of the magic sword tearing through the air was accompanied by millions of curses from the prisoners.

"He is so stubborn and hopeless!"

Nasus snorted coldly, and smashed his scepter heavily into the void. The star track suddenly burst out with sun-like light, weaving a barrier of light in front of him.

The moment the magic sword and the scepter collided, a roar similar to the collapse of a star sounded between heaven and earth, and spider-web-like energy cracks appeared on the surface of the desert. What gushed out was not yellow sand, but the blood of the ascenders that had not dried for thousands of years!

boom! boom! boom!
With every swing of his scepter, Nasus opens rifts in the void to the Astral Plane, and the falling stardust blooms into fleeting flowers of light in the desert!
Every time Aatrox slashed, he summoned the afterimages of the ancient battlefield. The ghosts of the Ascended ones he slew crawled out of the blade, silently accusing Nasus.

The collision between the two was like a battle between gods and demons. The energy fluctuations that burst out directly caused the space to crack, the earth to sink, and the yellow sand in the sky to explode.

"Damn, the demigod level is worthy of the word 'god' in its name. This strength is simply abnormal."

Behind the sand dunes in the distance, Mo Lang hid under a suspended quicksand rock, watching the battle between the two demigods tear the space into pieces, and felt a pang of fear in his heart.

But now he has no interest in watching anymore. He is not a genius in cultivation and cannot comprehend any magical powers by watching masters fighting.

Let's slip away first! Mo Lang crushed the teleportation scroll and returned to his base.

He didn't plan to look for the lucky place again during this period of time.

There are big guys everywhere in the Shurima Desert now, so your life is more important.

Seeing their master suddenly disappear on the spot, the trembling Desert Tyrant couple was stunned.

Master, I haven’t gotten in the car yet!
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After returning to the base, Mo Lang asked several chess pieces with advanced intelligence to lead the team out to kill monsters. After all, tomorrow is the day when monsters will attack the city, so of course he has to get as much equipment as possible.

He himself was at the base taking care of Xia Chuchu who was having her period. However, when he saw Xia Chuchu concentrating on photoshopping, Mo Lang got bored and went to the gym to work out.

With strength training combined with jogging, Mo Lang felt terribly hard.

The muscles are terribly hard.

Don't think too much.

I'm scared of being criticized.

After exercising and taking a shower, Mo Lang found Xia Chuchu asleep on the sofa, so he found a blanket and covered her with it.

Then he lay down beside her, looking at the sleeping Xia Chuchu, his eyes full of tenderness.

Suddenly, Mo Lang frowned and murmured, "Did I forget something?"

Mo Lang slapped his head and remembered something: "Shit... The Desert Tyrant couple are still in the Shurima Desert. They should escape on their own, right?"

"Hubby, the master won't abandon us, will he?" The Desert Queen looked confused.

I thought I had found a powerful master today and defeated my archenemy. From now on, the Shurima Desert would be my world.

As a result, so many ascenders appeared at once, and I was completely outmatched.

Even his own master just slipped away.

"Maybe he just forgot?" The Desert Tyrant said unconfidently.

It thought of the time when the Scarab King was about to surrender, but was directly rejected by his master. It checked its conscience and realized that it was only a little bit more handsome than the Scarab King.

"You guys stay here first. I'll come find you after I can kill Aatrox." At this moment, Mo Lang's voice sounded in the minds of the two beasts.

It turned out that Mo Lang discovered that he could also communicate with his beast through the system.

"Good host!"

Seeing that Mo Lang did not abandon them, the Desert Tyrant and his wife finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The imprint of my soul is in the other party's hands. If the other party abandons me, I will die.

"It's strange. The chess piece can be teleported back with me, but why can't the beast tamer? Could it be that the base can't let monsters in?" Mo Lang felt a little strange.

However, he didn't think much about it. Instead, he recalled the clash between Sword Demon and Dog Head, frowning: "Demigod level and three stars and five mana are not on the same level at all. What if it appears during the monster siege?"

Thanks to boss 20250506509 for the reward of 200 book coins!

Thanks to boss 20250506964 for the reward of 100 book coins!

The boss has a healthy waist and kidneys!

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(End of this chapter)