LOL: Summoner of Goddess Janna

At this time, no one noticed that in the center of the eye of the wind, above the twin cities, on the huge phantom body of Goddess Janna, there was still a small human standing.

That's Levi.

Usually Janna stood on his shoulders.

Now it was his turn to stand on Janna's shoulders.

"Jana." Li Wei asked gently in Janna's ear: "How long can we maintain our current state?"

"If the hurricane doesn't stop, it can last forever." Janna replied through her mind with her ethereal voice.

"Then that's enough." Li Wei looked up at the sky.

Of course, the hurricane that overwhelmed the mountains and enveloped the world was not summoned by Janna out of thin air, and she is far from capable now.

But Runeterra is a magical world, and everything in the magical world can be regarded as an aggregate of magical elements.

Hurricanes formed by nature also contain endless wind elements.

And Janna is the embodiment of the wind. Not only can she summon storms, but she can also control the natural wind, and even temporarily use the wind element in the storm for her own use.

The current Janna can't summon the hurricane, but if she just controls the hurricane and borrows the power of the hurricane, it is enough.

In other words, the hurricane is her temporary "wind spirit and moon shadow", which can temporarily restore her demigod power.

And with the help of this once-in-a-century hurricane, Janna can almost exert a terrifying power comparable to her heyday.

"Let them see the power of the winds of change," Levy said.

"En." Jia maintained a huge divine body, and slowly waved her wind staff under the worship of everyone in the two cities.

All of a sudden, there was a strong wind on the sea, and dozens of sea tornadoes that stretched from the sky to the ground seemed to come alive, and they gathered from the mountains, the sea, and from all directions in an orderly manner.

Where did they gather? Tranquility Prison.

Tranquility Prison is located on an isolated island south of Picheng, not too far from the city.

This tall and majestic building like a castle, in front of the dozens of tornadoes gathered, turned out to be as small and pitiful as a child surrounded by strong men.

But soon, those tornadoes collided and merged on the sea under the wave of the goddess staff.

The power of the storm merged from a tornado into a vertically rising storm airflow in a manner that cannot be explained by science, and merged into two huge wind walls!

These two wind walls are like two invisible solid barriers, slowly pushing away the tens of thousands of waves in the sea.

I don't know how many billion tons of sea water, just like this, was divided bit by bit from the middle by the invisible wind.

The sea water was squeezed to the sides, and the wind wall went straight into the bottom of the sea, exposing the sandy soil on the bottom of the sea——

The sea, just like that, was divided.

A road was branched, from the isolated island where Jinghai Prison was located, directly connected to the road in Picheng itself.

"This, this..." Facing such a miracle, the jailers on the island were all terrified.

They reacted quickly: "Let them go! Let them go!"

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Professor Lai Mier, as well as other prisoners who were arrested on the charge of being "pro-Jana", were released as quickly as possible.

On the other side, Marcos and the law enforcement officers, who witnessed the miracle with their own eyes, strengthened their confidence in surrender.

"Ms. Camille, I'm sorry." Marcos slowly pressed the trigger with his finger.

The law enforcement officers also swallowed nervously, and raised their weapons against the Gray Lady whom they once feared like a tiger.

Camille's eyes flickered blue, but she stood still without moving.

Everyone became more and more nervous. Because they know that Qinggang Ying is not something they can deal with.

It is not so easy to just use her head as a vote to surrender to the leader.

But at this moment, Camille finally spoke: "Shoot."

"Huh?" Marcos' forehead was dripping with cold sweat.

"It's pointless." But Camille just said that.

She looked up to the sky, the great god standing like a mountain in the center of the storm.

"Everything is meaningless." Camille sighed: "They can really summon the goddess Janna. I lost this bet."

She knew that from the day she chose to be completely hostile and broke with the leader, and set off an anti-Gana wave in Piltover, she had no way out.

All that awaits her is victory, or death.

So, Camille stepped forward and pointed the child hole glowing with blue magic energy at Marcos' muzzle:

"Shoot from the eyes. Attack other places, and your bullets may not be able to penetrate the defense."

She was like a teacher, in a calm and terrifying tone, instructing Marcos how to kill himself.

"As you wish..." Marcos took a deep breath and finally pulled the trigger slowly.

Until then, there was a trace of humanity in Camille's eyes.

She said, "Marcos, I have one thing to ask of you."

"You said." Marcos replied nervously.

"Tell the leader, if you can, leave my Hex heart to my brother."

With that said, Camille stretched out her cold mechanical hand and squeezed the trigger for Marcos.

Bang—the gun went off.

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High ground in the middle of Piltover City.

Marit and Riven, as the general's personal guards, accompanied Amistan to observe the movement on the front line.

Then they discovered that there is no need to stand on a high ground to observe the movement of the battlefield, just look up at the sky:

"It's over, we're over."

After witnessing the miracle of the coming of the gods, the last trace of blood on Marit's face disappeared.

This is definitely not them, not an enemy that a small Amistan warband can deal with.

In other words, choosing to be an enemy of such a god is a very stupid thing in itself.

"Riven." Marit couldn't help but quietly clenched Riven's hand.

Riven was also pale. But she still held the sword firmly and did not waver completely.

With one last hope, she looked to her commander, General Amistan.

"General, what should we do now?"

Riven asked. The other Noxus soldiers present also looked over with concern.

I saw General Amistan's expression was dignified, but he didn't show panic at all.

It seems that there is really a general's style that the mountain collapses before and the color does not change.

"what should we do?"

Amistan let out a long breath, and even smiled easily:

"Just do nothing."

"The leader and the Noxus Empire are in a cooperative relationship. They also need our food, raw materials and markets, and we also need the arms and industrial products they provide."

"We can't live without anyone now, and we won't make trouble to the point of endless death."

Amistan's painting style changed, as if she had been prepared, she waved her hand and told the guards:

"Send the congressmen who were arrested yesterday to the leader."

"Tell them that this war was initiated entirely by these greedy Piltover merchants—according to the Pi-No Security Treaty, the Empire is not obliged to perform common defense obligations in the foreign war initiated by Piltover. "

"What they want to do with these 'war criminals' in Piltover is their business and has nothing to do with us."

"There are still plenty of opportunities for cooperation between us Noxus and Leaders."

This is actually finding a step down and admitting cowardice.

If it was normal, Amistan would definitely be regarded by the Noxus as a coward, a clown who ruined the reputation of the empire, or even a traitor who betrayed the interests of the empire.

But the Noxians are rigid, yet flexible.

There is only one eternal standard for them-strength.

After the leader showed such power that even Goddess Janna condescended to step down, Amistan's act of admitting counsel and seeking peace could only be regarded as the wise man's far-sighted plan.

"Oh, right..."

Emistan seemed to suddenly remember something.

She looked at Marit and Riven: "Riven, can you give me the Blackstone Rune Greatsword temporarily?"

"Huh?" Riven was slightly taken aback: "Why?"

"This is an order. I need to borrow your sword." Amistan didn't explain too much, but put pressure on her as an officer.

This trick works well in normal times.

Because Noxian officers issue orders to their subordinates, never requiring explanation.

They are just well-trained war machines, and they have long been used to obeying orders instinctively.

Like Riven.

She knew something was wrong, but instinctively removed the greatsword, wanting to hand over her most powerful weapon.

"Wait!" Marit stood up.

This loyal soldier who once obeyed the command of the commander unexpectedly raised his sword to meet Amistan at this moment:

"Don't listen to her, Riven—"

"She's trying to kill us!"