League of Legends Invades Another World

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Limontanlu, the capital of King Stoke.

The temple of power in the southeast corner is sparsely populated, and in a solemn atmosphere, occasionally there will be one or two pilgrims and priests passing by in the spacious and solemn building complex.

This familiar force...is a certain consciousness of God the Father descended?

Agnes Rodney, the helm of the Temple of Power in the Kingdom of Stoke, is also one of the cardinal archbishops of the Temple of Power, a figure who truly stands at the pinnacle of the Kingdom of Stoke.

He walked out of the quiet room and slowly floated in mid-air, his calm eyes looking towards the kingdom's northern land.

Did something happen to Nancy Peters?

The hesitant look disappeared in a flash, and Agnes sighed softly. He had previously felt the touch of the space scroll given to Nancy, and now the breath of the Father is coming from the northern part of the kingdom. Obviously, there are uncontrollable things there. .

The most important thing is now, he cannot easily leave the capital.

After waiting for so many years, the old king who always controlled the kingdom and suppressed the preaching of many temples finally heard the news that he was seriously ill. He could not give up here. The layout of the Temple of Power that took many years is slowly closing the net, and many hidden forces are hidden in the dark. Also watching his movements.

The coming of the consciousness of the Father should be able to solve the problem there, but I just don't know what happened. I will use my life to call the name of the Father.

Celebrating the true name with the strength of a bishop has to pay some price.

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Sorrow's Gate, the kingdom's bulwark of war, the highest military force in the North.

A faint blue light swept across the dark secret room, the knight in armor opened his eyes, the faint black energy dissipated, and he looked at the Renwall Mountains, where he felt the danger of heart palpitations.

The consciousness of the gods has come? Who has violated the interests of the gods?

Wait, Renwall Mountains, is it Baron Modrian? A pair of white and slender palms arranged messy blue hair, revealing cold eyes and an indifferent face.

It's really a restless little guy, it's an iron plate! I don't know which god's consciousness came.

At this point in time, are you going to increase the scope of the whirlpool?

A low-pitched murmur sounded in the secret room, and finally disappeared into nothingness, restoring the quiet and silent environment.

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Boo!

The screeching birdsong sounded, breaking the stagnant time and space at the moment!

A sky-blue blue bird emerged from the distant mountains for a moment, accompanied by a strong wind, blowing the golden-colored sky with starting point ripples, like waves slowly rippling.

The next moment, the blue bird soared into the sky, like an eagle fighting the sky, hitting the tightly closed golden eyes!

hum!

The cyan ripples and the golden brilliance touched each other, and the invisible waves spread, distorting transparent folds, and the sunlight shone, reflecting the colorful rays of light.

Who is it? Dare to attack my consciousness......

Kaka!

It can be seen with the naked eye that the golden eyes that have been closed all the time want to open slightly, but the blue bird always shuttles in the void, leaving a trail of cyan traces that run through the sky and sew up the sides of the eyes.

The crisp struggling sound resounded continuously, like the last madness and helplessness of the addicted person, but everything was in vain after all.

【Hurricane Howling】!

A strong cyan wind swept past, bringing with it countless chaotic and scattered energy, forming a huge twisted tornado vortex, the center of which was a sky-blue blue bird.

The deadline has come!

Boo!

A cyan tornado with a diameter of tens of meters was guided by the violent blue bird, soaring into the sky, and slammed into the trapped golden eyes like lightning.

Click!

The sound of broken glass echoed over the town of Ervindale, the golden eye was slowly shattered under the attack of the cyan tornado, and the overflowing golden light fell like a drizzle, quietly immersing in this space and time.

I remember your breath... The golden eyes shattered, and a sacred and majestic voice murmured, and then the blue wind blew without leaving a trace.

The soaring blue bird seemed unheard of, every time she fluttered her wings in the pure blue sky, a bleak and transparent breeze would be set off.

The blue bird hangs upside down, and the breeze trails behind him, blowing away the remaining golden brilliance.

At this moment, the town of Ivendale seems to be covered by a cyan breeze, the golden sky that was once rendered is fading, and the white clouds are gathering and drifting again.

Above Modrian's head, the blue bird circled, chirped a few times, and then turned into an elegant and beautiful girl.

The elegant plain clothes set off the tall and full figure, and the long white hair shawls slightly concealing the long pointed ears.

Seeing Modrian, Janna bowed her knees slightly, and put her right hand on her slender waist with a white sleeve.

Sorry, Lord, I'm late.

It doesn't matter. Modrian looked up at Janna in front of him, with a faint smile on his white face. I didn't expect that the assassination operation organized by the Temple of Power would have such twists and turns, and even attracted the attention of a certain existence.

However, judging from the situation encountered this time, it is not

If you can underestimate any temple, there is no guarantee that any old monster will suddenly appear.

Wei Wei moved his stiff body, and he recalled the extraordinary confrontation just now, which was more suffocating and oppressive than the Demon Legend.

Can you figure out the specific strength of that person?

Janna frowned slightly, her elegant face showing a hint of solemnity. That should just be the coming of the consciousness, not the body.

As for his strength... Janna hesitated for a while and continued. I don't know, it should be above the legend, or even higher.

Because the strength of the conscious body that descends has the strength to enter the legend!

Hearing this, Modrian looked up at the sky, and the remaining golden drizzle still fell slowly, without interfering with the cyan breeze, disappearing in the sky.

How about compared to your strength? Modrian asked suddenly.

I'm not as good as him now. Janna looked at the sky sideways and said indifferently. However, when we meet again in the future, I believe that I will never be weaker than him at that time.

Proud Janna!

Modrian looked at Janna, who was as confident as a queen at this time, and inexplicably believed what she said. This is the unique charm of every Valoran hero.

Not just Janna, but many other heroes who are following his side now.

He believes that in the continent of Karadimus, these heroes will bloom again to their own great deeds.

Zed, arrange for follow-up processing. I don't want to see any power from the Temple of Power in Valoran Territory and surrounding areas.

Yes, Lord Lord! The shadow twisted and Zed's figure disappeared.

Afterwards, the clean-up operation officially began. The Shadow Streamers cooperated with Noxian soldiers to remove the remaining personnel of the Temple of Power in Valoran Territory, and notified the surrounding areas affected by radiation, prohibiting the Temple of Power from spreading beliefs.

This is a deterrent with blood, and with the terrifying strength exposed by Modrian, no one chooses to refuse at this moment.

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