LOL: Summoner of Goddess Janna

Mitna Rachen, the Immortal Fortress.

The dimensional barrier between life and death cuts off almost all power.

Mordekaiser has the ability to project his thoughts into reality, but Amystan does not have the ability to actively contact him across planes.

So now Mordekaiser doesn't know about Amystan's death or that the Wind Leader has discovered his attack plan.

But that doesn't matter.

He doesn't worry about that now.

Because Mordekaiser knew that his plan had reached the final step and it was too late to be stopped.

His divine envoys were already in place, and the sacrificial rituals in various places were prepared. No matter what the leader does now or what he discovers, it is impossible to stop his coming.

So, Mordekaiser slowly stepped onto the towering walls of the Immortal Fortress, overlooking the millions of monsters.

The never-ending wind of the underworld sweeps across the wasteland, and the cries of souls rise and fall, gathering into an evil chorus.

Looking from here, you can only see a dim light of death that blocks out the sky and the sun, and a boundless ocean of the undead.

"Kneel down!" Mordekaiser waved Nightfall slightly, causing waves to rise in the sea.

The undead were kneeling down like a human wave, row after row, wave after wave. In an instant, tens of thousands of people bowed their heads and worshiped, and the entire underworld fell at the feet of Mordekaiser.

They are the most loyal slaves and the warriors who are not afraid of sacrifice.

Who can stop such an army?

nobody!

Plane channels will be opened all over the world at the same time. Even the goddess Janna cannot protect all her followers.

And human beings who have lost the blessing of the goddess are just a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered. Their frail bodies of flesh and blood can never stop this endless tide of death.

"The end is coming!" Mordekaiser's eyes surged with soul fire: "Everyone must surrender to the King of Life and Death!"

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Freljord, Frosthaven.

This polar industrial city built with assistance from the Leader Project is only now beginning to take shape.

A few factories have just been built in the planned industrial zone, and only a few roads have been paved. The entire city looks like a large construction site.

But in the center of this fledgling city, the huge Hex Flying Gate was already facing the biting polar wind and snow, emitting a brilliant magical light.

The Wind Leaders always prioritize the construction of costly Hexgates wherever they go, regardless of cost.

This is to build the Hex teleportation network covering Runeterra as soon as possible, so that the armed forces of the Wind Leader can achieve global mobility and mobile deployment at critical moments.

Now it comes in handy.

Avarosa, Winter's Claw, and the people living in Frost Harbor were all urgently summoned by the radio and gathered under the Hex Flying Gate, which was charging and ready to go.

"What? Udyr! You want us to go to Mithril City and work for those Germans?" Sejuani asked loudly.

"This is not for the Germans, Sejuani." Ashe stood up and said, "This is for Runeterra and all mankind."

"Fucking human beings!" Sejuani yelled loudly: "I knew those Zu'an people had bad intentions. They sent food and built houses, just to make us mercenaries and pay off their debts with our lives! "

Her words resonated in the crowd.

It was difficult for these Freljordians to understand why they had to go thousands of miles away to fight for a group of Germans they had never met.

In the past, even relatives from the tribe next door might have been their sworn enemies.

But now, Ashe and Udyr want to tell them that the Zaun people far away can also be their brothers.

This is a very puzzling thing.

"Why should we help the Germans?" Sejuani asked, "Only with a few mouthfuls of food?"

"Sejuani." Ashe tried to explain: "If Mordekaiser returns successfully, all of Runeterra will fall. The Freljord will not be spared..."

"S-alarmist talk..." Sejuani actually believed it. She knew the leader couldn't lie.

But she still refused to accept it. Anyway, in her opinion, Mordekaiser is still a problem for those southerners. If there is going to be a war, those southerners should go first.

"Okay, okay." Udyr finally said: "Sejuani, it doesn't matter if you don't want to."

"Inviting the tribal warriors of Avarosa and Winter's Claw to participate in this battle to help defend Mithril City is just the personal thoughts of Comrade Ashe and I - there is no such order from the organization, and no one wants to force you. help."

"Huh?" Sejuani was slightly startled.

The leader didn't ask them to go to the battlefield? Who are the leaders here to mobilize?

In addition to the warriors of Avarosa and Winter's Claw, are there any other soldiers available in Frostport?

Udyr didn't answer.

He looked directly at the crowd present: "Leader, come out."

There was no hesitation or questioning. Soon, a group of people stood up.

Some of them are tribal warriors and iceborn mages from Avarosa and Winter's Claw.

But more of them were humble mortal furnace households and Zaun workers sent by the Wind Leader to aid in the construction of Ningshuang Port.

"This..." Sejuani was a little distracted: "Udyr, are you crazy? These people can also fight?"

Although these furnace owners and workers have good physical fitness and know how to wield swords and shoot guns, they can be considered good soldiers in the south.

But in Freljord, where competition for survival is fierce, they are not even serious warriors.

They're just mortals.

Didn't you just say how powerful Mordekaiser is, and that the enemy has a terrifying undead army under his command, with an endless number?

"That's right." Udyr said: "The number of enemies is endless, and Mithril City's defense force is the weakest."

"That's why we need to mobilize all our forces. Including them."

Sejuani: "..."

"Aren't you afraid of death?" She looked at the furnace households again.

Especially those Zaun workers: "Aren't you all Zaun? Demacia was attacked, what did you do?"

"We are leaders." was their only reply.

As she spoke, the leaders spontaneously formed a team and walked quickly past her.

"..." Sejuani was speechless.

The ice warriors, frost priests, and tribal shamans present also quietly looked at these mortals walking in front.

The atmosphere became very subtle.

The Freljordians always respect warriors. Bravery and fearlessness are universal values ​​pursued by all tribes on the ice sheet.

In the past, it was usually them who played the role of warrior. Mortals are only worthy of being slaves, protected and enslaved by the strong.

But this time...

"Sejuani, take care of your home." Udyr only said this last sentence before turning around and joining the team, which was mainly composed of mortals.

Then came Ashe, Tryndamere...

"Warmother Ashe, wait for us!" Finally, the warriors of Avarosa also took steps.

Countless figures passed by Sejuani, leaving her behind.

She turned back to her fellow tribesmen.

"Warmother Sejuani?" The soldiers of Winter's Claw also looked at her.

Sejuani hesitated inexplicably.

"Me! Me! And me!" At this time, Olaf finally couldn't hold back and left the team of Winter's Claw: "Hahahaha... bring me with you if you want to die!"

"Soldiers from Locke Law will not be cowards!"

"..." Sejuani was silent for a while.

Finally, she turned over and mounted her war pig: "Let's go! Let's go too!"

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Bilgewater.

After the decisive battle of Baru'e, Wind Leader's naval fleet finally deployed in full force once again.

Sarah Fortune stood on the bow of the flagship "Jana Goddess", looking at the vast sea in front of her.

She knew her nemesis was there.

He is back.

"Glanck..." Sarah secretly clenched her fists.

According to the intelligence sent by Levi, the envoy who is about to attack Bilgewater is none other than her old enemy Gangplank.

And Piraeus has long been like Zaun, and has been promoted by the leaders as a public security brand with "Blue Bird surveillance cameras" everywhere. It is impossible for Gangplank, an undead, to be active in Bilgewater itself.

As a result, Sarah quickly thought of the Gangplank remnants at sea that had not yet been wiped out.

She judged that Planck would definitely gather his remnants and launch an attack on Piraeus Port from the sea.

That's why Shana led her army to sea, hoping to stop the enemy at sea.

Otherwise, once Gangplank and his gang land in Piraeus, it will be like a super-enhanced version of Haunted Souls, causing irreparable pain and damage to Bilgewater.

"I won't let you succeed, Gangplank!" Sarah looked forward firmly.

She finally realized her dream and watched Bilgewater emerge from the long dark era into the dawn. She would never allow Gangplank to take it all away again.

But at the same time, she also knew that she was facing more than just Plank this time. Planck is now just a pawn of that devil.

This time the enemy, even the leader's naval fleet, may not be able to stop it.

"Eluo Yin." So Sarah couldn't help but look at her old friend beside her who was struggling to "dance the master dance": "Has Naga Kapoulos answered our prayers?"

"She responded." Eloyin said.

"Then is she willing to help?"

"..." There was silence for a while.

Sarah understood. Naga Kapoulos is the movement itself. The movement itself is of course unwilling to "move" personally and interfere with itself.

"However, my lord hates those who are dead." Eloyin said: "When the critical moment comes, she will still take action."

"Just like in the old soul-eating nights..."

The Snake Mother is the god of movement and life. The undead were the things she disliked the most.

In the past, whenever Bilgewater was about to be swallowed up by the undead black fog of Soul-Eating Night, Naga Kapoulos would use her divine power at the last moment to drive away the undead that she hated.

In other words, Naga Kapoulos will always protect Piraeus at the last moment.

This seems to be stable, but Sarah knows: "By this 'last minute', Bilgewater will be almost destroyed!"

This "soul-eating night" will be more terrifying than any previous soul-eating night.

In the past, Piraeus could still be rebuilt again and again amidst the ruins of the Soul-eating Night Queen, but what about this time?

"Before Naga Kapoulos took action, we didn't know how many comrades we had to sacrifice!" Sarah gritted her teeth.

"This has nothing to do with my Lord." Eloyin said calmly: "Naga Kapoulos is not a benevolent guardian god."

"If you need a merciful savior, you'd better turn to Janna."

"..." Sarah was speechless.

Because Li Wei had warned her long ago, Janna would not come to help the Hong Kong people this time.

The goddess Janna herself needs to deal with Mordekaiser, but she has no time to appear as a savior around the world.

Not only that.

In order to concentrate on dealing with this unprecedented true god battle with Mordekaiser, the goddess Janna not only will not show up to help them, but also needs to recover divine power from her believers.

Yes--

Goddess Janna’s “divine loan business” that gives people the most sense of security and belonging has been temporarily suspended.

At this moment, except for the most basic thread of faith and the incarnation of the blue bird that maintains internal communication within the organization, Sarah can no longer borrow a trace of divine power from Janna to cast any magic.

She could no longer ride the storm, nor could she control the drones and rockets through the air currents.

The invincible fleet built by the leader with the characteristics of "precision guided weapons" and "beyond visual range combat" was suddenly greatly reduced in combat power.

All of this made Sarah feel anxious.

Naga Kapoulos is unreliable, Janna is unreliable, and even the invincible fleet under her command is half useless...

Then who can she rely on?

"Commander Sarah! Look!" Sarah was thinking this when she heard the sailors shouting excitedly.

Sarah followed the sound and turned around, looking behind her in the direction of Bilgewater.

I saw many sails on the sea, flags covering the sky, and countless ships appeared at some point.

The ordinary fishing boats, cruise ships, whaling ships, armed merchant ships...

At this time, they all proudly stood on the sails and hung the leader's blue bird flag. They bravely sailed out of the coast of Piraeus and followed the leader's naval fleet in groups.

The maritime militia that helped the Wind Leader win the Battle of Ionia seems to have reappeared today.

"This..." Sarah was stunned.

Her nose felt sore for no reason, but she still gritted her teeth and said, "Nonsense!"

Although those civilian ships are equipped with artillery and rockets to prevent sea monsters, their firepower and ship performance are far from comparable to regular warships.

These fishermen and sailors were not regular soldiers, but served as temporary sailors during the Battle of Baru'e.

The reason why the leader dared to mobilize these civilians to go to the battlefield that time was because the leader had the divine power of the goddess Janna at his disposal. He could use rockets as missiles and civilian ships as missile frigates.

For the Bilgewater people who had an absolute advantage in weapons, that sea battle was not even a battle, it could only be regarded as an armed parade organized by the Wind Leader.

Fishermen only need to be responsible for driving boats, assembling drones, and carrying rockets, and they can wipe out enemies dozens of kilometers away.

But now, the leader can no longer borrow divine power at will.

Civilian boats are just civilian boats, fishermen are just fishermen, rockets are just rockets that miss the mark almost every time, and drones are toys that cannot be controlled and cannot even fly.

The enemy is no longer the Noxian naval fleet, but the ghost captain Gangplank, and Mordekaiser's undead army.

If civilian ships are allowed to go to war at this time, no one can guarantee the safety of these civilian sailors.

Therefore, Sarah did not mobilize these "sea militia" at all this time.

but...

"They're still here," Sarah murmured.

She wanted to persuade these sailors who set sail on their own initiative to return.

But countless pieces of information have been transmitted to the shipboard radio of the Goddess Janna through the invisible radio waves.

The radio communication equipment invented by Zaun brought these mortal voices together.

Even without divine power, they are still united:

"Yu 023, please join the fleet!"

"Yuyun 004, please join the fleet!"

"Yuleng 012, please join the fleet!"

"Ocean Princess, please join the fleet!"

"Sailor Baru, please join the fleet!"

"..."

Sarah received these summonses.

She immediately replied: "Danger, return!"

The response from the civilian ships was surprisingly unanimous: "We are also leaders, comrade."

"No, you are civilians!" Sarah replied.

She knew that it was not easy for a person to become a true leader.

Although Piraeus was liberated early and has a strong progressive atmosphere, most people are just unbelieving masses and superficial followers of the wind, rather than pious leaders.

According to Sarah's experience, civilian ships must be mostly civilians who are not leaders.

But at this time, someone actually answered: "No, Comrade Sarah."

"From the moment we collectively decided to sail into battle, we were truly leaders."

As they spoke, they used the only divine magic they could use now, the Thread of Faith.

Sarah looked at the sea in astonishment, and saw dozens of crystalline threads of faith pulling out from the fishing boat, reaching high into the sky like Optimus Pillars.

One ship lights the thread of their faith, then a second, a third...

A fluorescent jungle grew on the sea. This is the fire that her comrades kindled with their faith.

"..." Sarah was speechless.

But she still tried to remind: "Our enemies are stronger than before. This time, Goddess Janna cannot protect you."

There was a brief silence.

Then, someone answered: "This time, it is our turn to protect the goddess Janna."

"You're going to die!" Sarah replied.

"I know."

"It doesn't matter."

"I understand..." Countless radio waves came.

They all firmly express one meaning: "Even if we die, we don't want Planck to come back again!"