League of Legends Invades Another World

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Some people never consider the inner thoughts of others, they simply think that they are the center of the world and that everything is right without reflecting on their own mistakes.

Nancy Peters, the bishop of the Temple of Power.

He's always thinking about himself, the temple of power, and forgetting the repulsive things he's done.

"The Temple of Power, a force that has been suppressed for decades, can't wait to show its power?" Modrian looked at the white-haired old man who fell to the ground at the door of the mansion and left in a hurry. The god robe was stained with a lot of dust, and there was an indifferent expression at the end.

Theocracy!

I'm sorry, Valoran doesn't need it. With many heroes, he doesn't want to believe in the so-called gods.

Power and immortality.

"The previous guy who wanted to give me power and eternal life has already been killed by me, so I don't care about the glory of the gods."

After experiencing the battle of the abyss demon, Modrian has collected a lot of information about the abyss and the gods. Before, he didn't have enough strength, so he didn't need to care about the secrets of these Caladimus continents.

But now, the more relevant things he has been exposed to, he has to search for relevant information, and he simply has some gains.

"The Temple, a group of mad believers who believe in the so-called gods, I don't understand why you are so determined to me?" Modrian whispered, the powerful appearance of the Temple of Power made him very annoying, and the most important thing is that Nancy Peters left before leaving. He was clearly aware of the exposed murderous intent.

It seems that this period of silence has made some people slowly forget the reputation of the Noxian Imperial cavalry once forged with killing and blood.

Friends come with good wine, and jackals have shotguns.

The northern part of the kingdom will once again see the red-bottomed double-bladed axe flag flying in the blue sky!

"Gregory, I will arrange the shadow streamers to cooperate with you, and I hope to receive good news from you before I leave." Modri ​​quietly looked at the blossoming town of Irvingdale, with brown pupils in his eyes. Ripples red.

However, in the conversation with Nancy, he still has some gains, speculation about some internal news of the kingdom.

Has the dark tide of the royal capital flowed here? It seems to be sweeping the entire Stoke Kingdom soon.

And all he has to do is clear the rear, he hates the feeling of being spied on.

"Yes, Lord." Gregory restrained his mood, his resolute face showed a trace of killing intent, and the Noxian people's blood was silent for a while, and it was time to release the desire to fight in the body.

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On December 20, 1458, the year of the starfall calendar, the town of Iwendale in the early morning ushered in a black purge.

Heavy cavalry in jet-black armor interspersed with some blood-red cavalry entered the main street entrance of the town, and raided some gentlemen's residences, hidden buildings and mercenary stations.

The shattered door and wall, the piercing screams, gathered together and cut through the noisy and prosperous sky.

In the face of these fierce intruders, most believers resolutely gave up their beliefs. After all, compared to life, ethereal beliefs are not enough to make them feel safe.

As for the rebels, of course there are.

It is a pity that in the face of Noxian soldiers, those fanatical believers turned into rigid corpses, and even the lifelike statues of the gods of power were completely destroyed.

The gaze of the god of power! ? It seems that believers have no intention of helping in the face of these calamities.

The faint smell of blood wafted over the town, and everyone carefully watched the group of black heavy cavalry running back and forth, for fear of contaminating right and wrong.

They also heard some related gossip, Baron Mordrian, the owner of Valoran, officially issued a decree prohibiting any residents of Valoran from believing in the God of Strength.

"Guru...Is this the Noxian heavy cavalry you're talking about?" Horace swallowed, watching the blood-colored cavalry mercilessly reaping the resistance the life of the person.

"Of course, it's these guys, the heavy cavalry composed of extraordinary knights." Congreve heard the man's question, and there was a flush on his hangover face.

The ale in the tavern is really exciting. After a night of lethargy, he can still feel the pain in his mind, but it doesn't prevent him from recalling the past images.

This picture was always engraved in his mind: a blood-red heavy cavalry with a number of no more than 20 rushed towards the noble coalition, setting off terrifying killings.

"Extraordinary knights!?" Horace's eyes flashed with confusion. Even in the capital of Stoke Kingdom, it was rare to see such terrifying heavy cavalry, but in this bitter and cold northern territory.

Immediately, he remembered some rumors, and the news of defeating the ace army-the Iron Thorns Heavy Cavalry seemed to be true.

"Valoran Territory, what secrets are there in this rising territory?" Horace whispered, clenching his fists subconsciously.

After waking up from a hangover in the tavern, he found that the shackles that once shackled his breakthrough had loosened. Perhaps after working hard for a while, his strength would enter another level.

This is just the effect of a glass of ale!

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Click!

The white jade scepter suddenly smashed the luxurious tabletop

The teapot on the table, with hot boiling water flowing down the table legs on the soft red carpet.

"Mo... De... Li... Ann, bullying is too much!" Nancy Peters gasped, her fake smile had long since disappeared, and there was a hint of anger in her red eyes.

Hu~hu~hu!

Nancy Peters took continuous deep breaths to calm his excitement. He should have expected everything when he left the garrison mansion, but the humiliation of being thrown out the door made him lose his cool head.

"How's the loss?"

"Your Majesty, almost all of our strongholds in the town of Ervindale have been cleaned up," said a shivering priest tremblingly.

"Some missionaries who didn't have time to leave and believers who resisted a little were killed on the spot by those barbaric auras, and many statues of God the Father were also destroyed."

Bang!

The red carpet burst and fluff fluttered, obscuring the room.

"Damn it, Blasphemer, you will pay the price." Nancy hit the carpet hard with the white jade scepter in her hand. A touch of golden life energy surged, cleaning up the fluffy fluff.

"Where is Chapman? Send someone to find him. I need to make some arrangements."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The pale-faced priest carefully exited the room and gently closed the door.

Nancy took a few steps forward and stood in front of the window sill, a three-story building where he could easily see the thriving town of Irvingale, and then he looked in the direction of the Renwall Mountains.

"With such a prosperous and potential Valoran Territory, my Temple of Power is bound to win, and this is also the best gift for the Temple's comeback."

"Just a baron with real power, dare to reject us, who gave you the confidence!?"

"Knight Commander, hehe, I don't know how many people there are in the town of Ervindale, but it's not like I haven't killed the Temple of Power."

"You will definitely regret what you did today, Modrian!"

The words full of killing intent echoed in the room, and Nancy raised her head abruptly. The gentleness on her old face had long since disappeared, leaving only a trace of hideousness and terror.

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