League of Legends Invades Another World

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Boom!

The dazzling golden beam of light slammed into the silver shield wall, and the countless densely distributed small and complicated runes melted and faded, disintegrating and shattering.

Seeing such a situation, Nancy's calm expression gradually turned hideous, and the fear of death climbed to her pale face.

"no, I can not!"

He lowered his head and stared at the silver magic pattern formation under his feet. Several cracks slowly emerged, and then spread around like a spider web.

"How could this be!"

This was the space teleportation scroll bestowed by His Majesty Agnes, the last card he kept, and the hope of leaving. (Agnes Rodney, Cardinal Archbishop of the Temple of Power.)

Now that everything is destroyed, the countdown to death begins!

Desperate Nancy watched helplessly as the silver glow dissipated, and his body was also dissipating, but the difference from just now was that his body was like broken glass, folded and twisted, and shattered into pieces, but no trace of blood spilled out.

The space tunnel opened up by the teleportation scroll was interrupted by a tyrannical force, and Nancy fell into the collapsed space, with nowhere to escape.

"I can not be reconciled!!!"

"waka sale ask wkel zerd aide.......... (God of power, I praise your true name, I ask you to send down the light of your gaze, I will...)"

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"finished?"

Modrian walked out of the ruins of the building, still holding the gray shield in his hand, and looked at the ruined Renwall street in amazement.

The once prosperity has been destroyed, leaving only the ruins decorated with dilapidated walls.

As the lord of the Valoran Territory, it is impossible not to feel distressed, but compared to retaining the coveted powerful enemy and once again deterring the noble forces in the northern part of the kingdom, this sacrifice is worthwhile.

In addition to the above disadvantages, there are also some intangible advantages for the town of Erwendale. At least the strength exposed now can give many traders and wandering mercenaries a certain sense of security, which can be converted into more prosperous economic benefits.

Walking on the bumpy road with one foot deep and one foot shallow, Modrian remained calm, but his heart started to ripple. This kind of destructive power comparable to the missile of the previous life is really enviable.

A shadow emerged, Zed's figure stepped out of it, and walked to Modrian.

"Lord Lord, this is a gift for you!" Zie Zuo held a blood-stained head and lifted it up easily.

Modrian searched for the pictures in his memory, and it seemed that there was nothing about the dead person in front of him, and asked doubtfully, "Who is this guy?"

"The assassins who participated in this attack are quite capable." Jie said hoarsely. Although Chapman died at his hands, his strength was still recognized by Jie.

"Okay!" Modrian shrugged and said. He was very relieved about Zed's strength. The role of the shadow stream is also very important to the current Valoran Territory.

Intelligence, investigation, removal of spies and spies are all in charge of Shadow Stream, and have achieved remarkable results.

He looked up at the sky that was gradually returning to tranquility, the overlapping marks in the space dissipated, and the bishop of the Temple of Power, Nancy Peters, was completely annihilated in the collapsed space.

Even legends have to deal with the sudden collapse of space.

"The Temple of Power, a group of coveted people who also want to gain the control of the Valoran Territory, really don't know what it is." Modrian smiled indifferently.

The death of two important figures is a great loss for the temple of power in the vortex of the Stoke Kingdom.

Maybe there will be some revenge in the future, but the Valoran Territory is not only the strength exposed now.

Modrian continued to move forward, and saw Poppy and Gragas who were talking 'friendly'. The combination of tall and short looked a bit strange.

"Hiccup.... Poppy, you shouldn't use such a heavy hand. I haven't experienced the feeling of fighting." Gugalas shook his fat body and pretended to be crazy. Drunk will only make him His strength is even more terrifying, but it will not take away his will to focus.

"Hey, big guy, if I don't make a move, that guy will run away." Poppy tilted his head and said while carrying Oren's Hammer, with a hint of disdain on his blue face.

"Do you understand space magic? Yes.... Forget it, you won't understand it anyway."

"You just need to know that if we don't stop that guy, he'll leave here unharmed and continue to covet our territory."

"How could it be possible to let the other party run away? I am the barrel of Gragas!"

The muttering tone was slightly high, but Gragas didn't dare to go too far. In the previous "friendly" communication, he had suffered deeply from Oren's Hammer.

After taking a sip from the ale barrel, he continued: "Happy Hour just started a fun time, and it's over. It's really not enjoyable!"

"Want to have fun? Then we can discuss it 'friendly'. Don't worry, I will be merciful." Poppy turned his head slightly, and his blue face showed a hint of interest.

"Hiccup...I don't think so, Lord Lord is here." Gragas hurriedly ended the topic, shaking his fat body and walking towards Modrian.

"It's just how I don't feel right......"

not only

Gragas, Poppy by his side, and Jie not far away, looked up at the pure blue sky together. The sky, which had been restored to tranquility, suddenly had an inexplicable change.

The clouds scattered and gathered, and a ray of golden sunlight slowly emerged from the blue sky, shining on the world again like a new sun.

Gentle and peaceful.

The faint singing echoed in the ears of everyone, and the tune was very similar to the music played by a bard.

And in this mysterious music that suddenly appeared, an epic ancient poem seemed to be reflected in the pure sky, accompanied by the golden sunlight, gradually condensing into a closed eye.

"Who is chanting my real name?"

The voice full of sacred majesty reverberated between heaven and earth, and for a moment, it seemed that this voice existed forever in the world, and everything was suppressed, unable to move.

"real name!?"

The moment Modrian heard the voice, the indifferent expression on his face disappeared, and a dignified expression appeared. He looked up at the sky that was rendered in gold at the moment, and his heart was filled with turbulent waves.

In the information he knew, his real name was not so easy to pronounce.

Every existence with a real name has extremely terrifying strength, and the real name is a mark inscribed in the depths of their souls, and it is a unique representative in this space and time.

The person who recites must imagine the complete image of the other party, as well as the characteristics of the other party's power and the deeds that remain in the world. (This is very simple for the bishop of the temple, after all, it is easier for those who believe in it than ordinary people.)

Obviously, the eyes appearing in the sky now are the reflection of a certain terrifying being who hears his real name chanted.

"It's a bit unexpected that the Temple of Power has such a powerful presence in the Kingdom of Stoke."

Boo!

The screeching birdsong sounded, breaking the stagnant time and space at the moment!

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Let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart: Sometimes you can't have the best of both worlds when it comes to the things you love to do and the jobs you have to make a living for!

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