League of Legends God-level Summoner

The so-called dead soldiers, as the name suggests, are guys who are not afraid of life and death.

Living in this world, no one is not afraid of death, because there are too many feelings that are difficult to let go.

But for those guys who have been raised since childhood with the goal of dying, death is their glory. They have no feelings to speak of because they have had no contact with anyone since they were young.

It is definitely impossible to cultivate such a dead soldier in a short time. It will take at least ten or twenty years.

The guy who died in Lu Chuan's hands had a Brass 2-star strength. The cost of cultivating such a dead soldier would be even greater. After all, not just any ordinary person can be trained to a 2-star brass level by picking someone out. For example, Jiawen, after so many years of becoming the treasure of the royal family, is only a 2-star brass person.

Lu Chuan dared to conclude that there was definitely a very powerful force behind this dead soldier, and a group of all kinds of dead soldiers were kept in captivity in order not to expose traces of his power. No matter what means are used by such people, it is probably difficult to get any words out of their mouths.

Moreover, the purpose of this man's coming to assassinate Demi this time may also be to disrupt the morale of the royal family.

The princess of a country was assassinated in such a simple way and died in her own palace. Is such a country really worthy of soldiers risking their lives to protect it?

The forces hiding in the shadows obviously want to take down the Demacia Empire at the smallest cost.

Just when Lu Chuan was about to turn around and leave after cleaning up the three corpses, there was a voice behind him.

"Hey...can you wait a moment..."

Lu Chuan turned around and found Demi wearing silk pajamas, standing timidly at the door, sticking her head out and calling Lu Chuan in a low voice.

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Oil lamps illuminate the palace.

The bedroom where Demi lived was really not too big, which was somewhat beyond Lu Chuan's expectation.

I thought that Demi, with her domineering personality, would not live up to her title of princess even if she lived in a house of less than two to three hundred square meters.

Demi poured a pot of tea for Lu Chuan herself, then gathered up the hem of her pajamas, sat down at the small round table, and said slowly, "Thank you for what happened just now... That guy had sneaked in earlier. When , I was woken up. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would..."

At this time, Demi no longer had the arrogance of the past, and Jingrou's face showed a bit of the softness that a girl of her age should have.

Lu Chuan had saved her twice. If she didn't understand why the assassin came the first time, then this time, Demi had already guessed it.

Even a princess of the first generation is nothing more than a fragile statue during a war, easily broken at the touch of a finger. If the royal family suddenly collapsed, she, the princess, would be nothing more than a prisoner of the new king, or even become a plaything.

"You already know, I thought your brother wouldn't tell you." Lu Chuan picked up the tea cup and took a sip. The tea leaves collected by the royal family were indeed unusual, even though Demi used unskilled techniques to brew the tea. , the strong fragrance of tea still spreads throughout the corner.

"My brother didn't tell me. In fact, I have had some vague guesses in the past few years. It's just that in recent times, the news has been extremely tense. Anyone who is not stupid will understand what is going to happen." Demi smiled helplessly. He smiled and said, "The funny thing is that I used to naively believe that the royal family of Demacia was impregnable and no one could destroy it, so I was so unscrupulous."

"Sometimes simplicity is a good thing." Lu Chuan put the finished tea cup on the table. Demi stood up and poured it again, but Lu Chuan waved his hand, "If there is nothing else, I will leave first. I won't be here with you in the middle of the night." That's outrageous. Also, don't tell your father and your brother what happened tonight. This is a sensitive period and they can't be distracted."

After that, Lu Chuan stood up and strode away. When he walked to the door, Demi knelt on the ground.

"Help us." Demi looked at Lu Chuan's back and said.

Lu Chuan paused in his steps and did not look back.

"As early as during the previous martial arts competition, I have already seen that you are not an ordinary person, you are very talented. The current royal family is crumbling, and with more strength, there is more hope." Demi said again.

"Get up." Lu Chuan sighed slightly.

"As long as you agree to help us, I'll get up." Obviously, Demi didn't know that Jiawen had already brought Lu Chuan to the same front. For this usually arrogant princess, she finally understood at this time What does it mean to be afraid?

She is not afraid of losing her position.

She only fears that her family will be torn apart.

The royal family is such an awe-inspiring word, but when something happens, it endures more than anyone else. Since ancient times, when dynasties changed, the previous royal family did not end well.

"Please... I really don't know who to ask for now... I just hope that my father and my brother can live well and not die in the war."

"Your Highness, perhaps you think too highly of me. I am just a little warrior. I am afraid I cannot shoulder the important task of saving the royal family."

"This is different. If you are willing to help, maybe things will turn around a little bit. Even if it is still slim, there is a little more hope, right?" Obviously, Demi has already made a splash in that martial arts competition. Lu Chuan had very high expectations.

Because he was always able to create miracles continuously, and when everyone thought it was impossible, he shattered all the impossibilities.

This warrior with only a bronze rank...maybe he can actually create miracles?

Seeing Lu Chuan's silence, Demi said eagerly, "If sir is willing to agree, no matter what the outcome is, as long as I am alive...from now on...I will take my surname..."

According to the custom in Demacia, an unmarried woman has the same surname as her father, while a married woman takes her husband's surname. The meaning of Demi's words is already very clear.

As long as Lu Chuan is willing to help, she will marry herself to Lu Chuan.

A high-ranking princess, and the only princess in the royal family, marrying a commoner with no status?

In the past, this was something Demi had never thought about, but now, she no longer has any status at all.

Compared to her father and brother, she can do too little. She has no cultivation or strength. Once civil strife breaks out, she will be of no use.

Now Demi just hopes to do her meager part to help her father and brother, even if it means sacrificing herself.

"Is that so?" Lu Chuan said solemnly.

"Are you willing to help?" Demi's eyes brightened a little.

"The tea is very good, let's go." Lu Chuan opened the door and walked out.

Demi stared blankly at the half-opened door, her body limply slumped on the ground, and tears flowed out uncontrollably.

"I am really useless... I have always thought that I was some kind of delicate princess. But now, the country is facing a crisis, but it has no effect at all. Even if I ask to marry a commoner, it will not help..."

At this moment, Demi finally realized how insignificant she really was.

[There are three updates today, this is the second update. 】