League of Legends Invades Another World

Blue sky and sky, clear rainbows.

The warm and bright sunlight shone through the clouds and fell on the Lakstark Fortress, but when the brilliance passed through the dark gray city walls and sentry towers, it reflected a touch of coldness.

If you look closely, you can see that all the soldiers of the Noxian Legion are fully armed. They are dutifully standing at the key positions of the city wall, silently guarding the fortress behind.

A little effort.

The sky above the fortress suddenly changed color, like a furious urchin, the bright sunlight disappeared, and the clear sky gradually sank, replaced by heavy gray and black.

The bone-piercing cold wind blew through the towering black main castle, and spun around on the high platform mischievously, causing gusts of wind and waves.

At the top of the high platform, Modrian was wearing light clothes, looking to the northwest, like a sculpture carved in stone, standing still.

Looking at his eyes, it was a little bleak, and a dark green light appeared faintly. It seemed that something inexplicable was attracting his attention and distracting his thoughts.

Deep in his consciousness, in the League of Legends system, countless dark green data streams swiped across the system panel like a waterfall, filling the field of vision, occasionally mixed with a little red eye-catching information, as delicate as blood.

Modrian didn't have time to watch it carefully. Almost every second, new information appeared in the upper left corner of the system panel, interweaving and melting, and kept flashing.

With the spiritual awareness of high-level legends, he forcibly discerned that most of this information came from Forsbarrow Fortress, including the news of countless Noxian legionnaires killed in action, and the slaughter of gnoll soldiers and lizardmen warrior systems. A hint message that gives victory points.

What caught his attention the most was the crimson and eye-catching news of Katarina and Urgot slaughtering the legendary powerhouses of the lizardmen. It was repeated four times in a row, like a bloody and real picture of fierce fighting unfolding before his eyes. Come, and tell him very clearly. . . .

The battle at Fort Forsboro has reached a final stage.

Has the notification arrived from Ashe?

With a slight thought, Modrian came back to his senses and asked aloud. No emotion could be seen on his calm and steady face, as if he was not worried about the current predicament of Valoran Territory.

The bleak shadow distorted, and Zed appeared quietly, still maintaining his old posture, drooping his eyelids, standing behind Modrian.

The blood red flashed through his pupils, and he replied softly: It has been notified, according to the time, His Majesty Volibear should rush to the battlefield at the Fortress of Fosborough at this moment.

Indestructible Thunder Volibear.

The old god of the Freljord, a great being who has lived for countless years, is the thunderous roar that covers the cold and bitter land, and the rolling thunderstorm that sweeps the snowy wasteland.

Even in Ionia, Volibear's horrors have been recorded in the mysteries of many ancient sects.

The Will of Thunder!

Zed turned his body and watched the gradually gloomy weather, as if he saw the flesh and blood mill in the Fortress of Forsbarrow, his blood red eyes showed a cold and cruel emotion.

In addition to being the incarnation of Thunderstorm, Her Majesty Volibear also represents desolation, destruction, and supreme power.

The Kingdom of Bethlik!

Lizardman Temple!

The god of the lizardmen, Samuanya, and the two gods of the so-called Temple of Blood!

They will definitely get a taste of Thunder.

Um?

Suddenly, a strange aura appeared in the shadow perception that filled the fortress, causing Jie's expression to move slightly, and then he immediately turned sideways to look around the fortress, the gloomy sky was undergoing strange changes.

Have you finally decided to do it?

Modrian's eyes turned slightly, looking at the strange atmosphere that suddenly appeared around the fortress, his frowning brows relaxed, and a faint smile appeared on his white face.

He knew very well in his heart that the embattled situation that the Valoran Territory was currently in was caused by the dark conspirators' plans in the dark.

Now, their purpose has been achieved.

Whether it was the Yellow Sand Plain, the Fortress of Forsbarrow, the Renwall Mountains, or the Abyss of Original Sin, the restless and chaotic situation successfully attracted most of the high-end power of Valoran, making them weak and unable to return to Lax. Fort Tucker.

So to this point, the war is the most anxious period.

The dark hiders are no longer hiding, revealing their sharp and bloodthirsty fangs, and want to directly destroy the core of Valoran Territory - Lakstark Fortress, and even their demands are more than that.

[Ding... Temporary mission released! 】

[Temporary mission: The emerging conspiracy, the evil god of the abyss! 】

【Task time: 30 days】

[Quest Reward: Random Hero Card*1]

[Task introduction: The dark wave swept across Valoran, and the hiders behind them revealed their identities one after another. Your waiting should come to the harvest time. 】

The icy system prompt sounded in his mind, and Modrian was thoughtful after listening to it.

This temporary mission seems to be the same as the previous [Temporary Mission: The Darkness Comes, The Glory of Valoran Territory! ] There are some connections, but it doesn't prevent him from being able to complete it together.

I'm very curious, which abyss evil god is so painstakingly planning the Valoran collar and laying such a huge battle!

......

......

Above the Rakstark fortress.

The sight of the clear sky had long since vanished, and the heavy gray-black clouds covered the clouds and enveloped the world.

The bright spring sun fades away, and countless dim shadows are never known

The place poured out, like a dark and deep water tank, clasping the huge and majestic fortress upside down.

Looking into the distance, only the magic lamps hanging around the city wall and the magic crystal stone on the top of the mage tower emit a dim yellow light, reflecting the gloomy and quiet environment.

Woohoo! Woohoo! Woohoo!

The sharp cold wind sounded, and the dark gray mist seemed to be liberated and imprisoned beasts, rolling and tumbling frantically, eager to overturn the world.

But for a moment, the sky's rays of light were completely hidden, and there was no light at all.

Instead, a pale halo penetrated into the tumbling mist, rendering a creepy scene.

Looking carefully, the pale halo was like the huge skeleton wings of some kind of creature. When it was unfolded, it carried the power of destruction, and it wanted to destroy the Lakstark fortress standing in the mountains.

Lord of the Bone Abyss, Jacarragh!

Modrian's pupils tightened and his tone was extremely solemn.

In the countless heroic deeds and myths and legends circulating in the continent of Kaladimos, the lord of the abyss of bones, Jacarragh, often appears as a profound villain, and his strength is extremely terrifying.

Rumor has it that the lord of the bone abyss, Jacarragh, is a chaotic evil god active at the bottom of the bottomless abyss and has a terrifying record of fighting against the gods of order.

With its skeleton body in the shape of a giant dragon, even a god with medium power can do nothing, plus the name of the evil god named after the abyss, it can fully show the terrifying strength of Jacarago.

It is definitely the most powerful enemy that Valoran Territory has encountered!

Do not......

As soon as the idea came up, Modrian immediately rejected the idea in his heart. In the pervasive shadow, it is very likely that other stalwarts of unknown strength are hidden.

Because Zed has disappeared.

As the master of the shadow stream, he is in charge of [Tears of Shadow] again. His affinity and control over shadows are unmatched by anyone in Valoran territory.

At the top of the sky, the pale bones and wings are folded.

The seemingly slow movement is destroying everything along the way in a destructive attitude.

The tip of the bone wings rolled up two black storms one after another, attacking the Laxstark fortress in a state of isolation and helplessness.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The runes engraved on the city wall flickered suddenly, and a sturdy and thick magical protective mask rose up in the shape of an arc, guarding the surrounding of the fortress, trying to prevent the black storm from sweeping.

Unfortunately, the storm hit.

The sturdy magic protective mask is like fragile glass, making a harsh and sharp sound, and dense spider web cracks appear on the surface of the mask, and the overflowing magical energy is involved in the black storm, adding a bit of power.

This was originally a defensive method engraved to resist the legendary attack, and it has contributed the most to the attack of the gods, although it seems a little vulnerable.

Roar!

The dragon roared, and the lord of the bone abyss, Jacarag, fanned his bones, overlooking the Laxstark Fortress.

After the black storm overwhelmed the magic shield.

Under the command of his mind, he continued to wreak havoc, slashing at the solid wall like a sword, cutting off countless rubble, and rolling them in the sky, causing the sun-destroying scene of flying sand and rocks.

Click!

In the dark sky, a ray of golden lightning appeared, dazzling and dazzling, and then pierced through the black storm at an incredible speed, leaving a few strands of pale golden flames inside.

Fire takes advantage of the wind and rises against the wind.

In a matter of seconds, the pale golden flames showed the tendency to start a prairie prairie, quickly burning away the dark fog supporting the storm inside, annihilating the two monstrous storms.

Pan Sen, the reincarnation of a god?!

The lord of the bone abyss, Jacarag, looked intently, ignoring the black storm that was slowly extinguishing below, and stared at the mortal figures stepping out of the fortress.

Pantheon, the god slayer.

The strongest of the Valoran Territory, who once slaughtered Samuianya's clone in the Great Plains of Shattar.

The most important thing is that in the secret plan, Pantheon is the most powerful guy on the exposed surface of the Valoran Territory, and also the most noteworthy guy.

Compared with before, Pan Sen has not changed much, and is still the same as before. The light golden closed helmet wraps his head, and his shirtless upper body is surrounded by a broken blue cloak.

Holding a bleak spear and shield in each hand, the ferocious style has an extreme sense of sharpness and a heavy sense of solidity, and it is a weapon that once belonged to the war star.

If there is an unexpected change in Pan Sen, it is that the fatal wound from the left chest to the right abdomen seems to be healing, and the remaining scar is like an engraved rune mark, which is eye-catching.

Being able to die at my feet is a gift from God!

Pan Sen's expression is calm, the spear and shield are intertwined in front of him, his legs are slightly bent, and he tramples on the ground heavily.

The next moment!

Solid bluestone shattered, dust swayed

Pan Sen turned into a golden tracking missile and shot straight into the sky. The shield in his hand stood up to guard the vital position. The spear pointed at the huge figure of the skeleton dragon, and the cold light of the sharp blade reflected in the indifferent pupil.

What an arrogant guy!

Jacques Carragher's eyes were gloomy, and the gray-white divine power was surging, revealing an evil aura.

【Dragon Language·Bone Restlessness】!

The shadows and mist surged, and a purgatory abyss was intertwined in front of him. Thousands of white-boned horned dragons fluttered their teeth and danced their claws, and rushed towards Pan Sen frantically. Their sharp fangs and sharp wings cut through the space barrier.

do

In order to step into the evil god of medium power, although Jacarage does not have a kingdom of gods that gathers the power of faith, but he himself is a combination of power and divinity, with a stronger body than the god of order, and a more aggressive evil god. divine power.

【God Bless Charge】!

Pan Sen was not afraid, raised his pale golden shield high, and blocked the offensive of the thousands of white-boned horned dragons in front of him. The dull impact sounded frequently, like a stirring piano song.

At the same time, he marched forward with firm steps, and the sharp spear in his hand would penetrate the vital position of the white-boned horned dragon at the most opportune moment, slaughtering any obstacles in front of him.

In an instant, the shadowy sky lit up with pale golden fireworks, like a fire of hope in the dark, like a beacon that guides ships, bringing the only light.

Jaccarag's offensive continued, the gray-white halo and lingering mist of shadows constantly trying to put out the blazing flames, but with little success.

It seems that Samuel's warning is not without reason.

Staring at Pantheon in the offensive wave, Jaccarag recalled the warning words of Samuanya, the god of lizardmen, and his pupils gradually became blood red.

The chaotic abyss invasion caused the barrier of the main material plane to be extremely weak, which allowed the gods of order and the evil gods of the abyss to draw on their own power.

This is also the reason why they dare to haunt the Material Plane.

Since the birth of gods on the continent of Kaladimos, there have been many great beings who have fallen on the main material plane, and even some high-ranking gods have fallen into a deep sleep.

For the sake of faith, for the perfection of their own priesthood, and for stronger power, the gods inevitably fall into the world, compete for their own interests, and start wars and destruction.

After careful calculation, there are not a few deities who have fallen. They have fallen into the mortal world and become the stepping stones of the new gods, casting the glory of the new gods.

call!

The dull breathing sounded like a thunderous explosion, and Jacarragher flapped his skeleton wings, opened his huge skeleton mouth, and aimed at the space where Panson was.

Countless shadows and mists gathered in the mouth, and at the very center was a swaying flame, which belonged to a bit of divine fire in the priesthood of the bones, and was also his source power.

【Dragon Language·Bone Flame】!

The raging gray-white flames gushed out from Jaccarag's mouth, instantly igniting the shadowy sky, and the white-boned horned dragon twisting its body kept flying into the air, becoming the nutrients for the flames like moths to the flames, intensifying the burning of the flames.

Boom!

The gray-white flames engulfed the torrent, covering the sky and the earth, and slammed into Pan Sen's figure.

In an instant, a grayish-white halo appeared in the shadow-covered sky, like a large gray sun hanging high in the sky, shedding coquettish and strange rays of light.

Seems like it's over...  

[Battle Shield Jump]!

In the center of the gray-white flame, Pan Sen stepped on the void and jumped high.

The bleak shield burst into a dazzling pale golden light, building a holy shield engraved with countless runes to resist the attack of flames.

Then Pantheon stepped on the flame, clenched the spear in his hand, and stabbed the huge body of the lord of the bone abyss, Jacarragh.

Click! Click! Click!

The power of mortal nature blesses the equipment that once belonged to the war protoss, blooming with power that terrifies the gods.

The golden ray of gun blade pierced the defense of the bones, smashing the endless white bones that had gathered, leaving a scar that was scarier than a single one. A little viscous white liquid flowed along the broken position of the bones, burning the air and giving off a charming glow. scent.

The seemingly simple spear is somewhat inconspicuous, but it once cut off the arm of the Darkborn Sword Demon Aatrox, and its sharpness is beyond doubt.

......

On the high platform of the main castle, Modrian, who was watching the battle, felt a slight change in the surrounding shadows and mist, giving rise to an inexplicable feeling of depression.

Immediately, he took out the Halberd of Atama from the space ring and placed it across his chest. The lining of the inner lining could vaguely see the shining rune brilliance of the thorn vest.

Just completed the transformation of the fighting stance.

The shadow mist in front of Modrian changed suddenly, as if someone was stirring the shadow space, and the noisy and chaotic voice shook the air.

Hmm... your followers are not bad, you can actually touch the power of gods in the legendary realm.

The low and hoarse voice suddenly sounded, and the tone was very relaxed, as if he was talking about a common thing, but the exposed information made Modrian's heart heavy.