League of Legends Invades Another World

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In the dark night sky, the dim starlight fell, and the shadows followed the stream accumulated by the cold rain, eroding the luxury buildings, and the blood-red brilliance was vaguely visible, and it disappeared in an instant.

Perhaps sensing the strangeness of the atmosphere, Wossman commanded the soldiers of the Trifali Legion to clench their heavy lances, form a defensive array, and silently guard and follow Modrian.

At the end of the dark gray marble road, a dimly lit building stood.

It is hard to imagine that in this luxurious building complex, there will be such a place where the magic lights go out, and even the candles are not visible, as if the dark beast is watching the arrival of the guests.

"It's here, the place where the strange atmosphere gathers." Modrian clamped the horse's belly, controlled the scarlet warhorse to stop, and looked up at the dimly lit building.

He smelled a strong bloody smell, the smell wafting from the building, mixed with a little rancid smell, and some disgusting odors.

Raised his left hand, Modrian just wanted to wave, but hesitated, the dark green data flow frantically flowed in the pupil, it was [Temporary Mission: Follower's Revenge] flashing on the system's simple panel, it seemed that the ultimate goal was in in front of the building.

"Daraus!" There was an obscure brilliance in the brown eyes. Modrian left Sigrid's warm embrace with his right hand and looked up at the rainy night sky, with dim starlight reflected in his pupils.

Crunch! Crunch!

With firm and heavy footsteps trampling the muddy road, Darius dragged the black cutter, and the extremely sharp axe blade cut through the cold stream, making deep marks on the marble surface.

In front of the towering mahogany door, Darius moved his wrist slightly, and the scarlet life energy lingered around the axe blade. Turn into a tiger that chooses to devour.

next moment!

The aura of domineering iron and blood permeated the cold air. Darius stepped forward, and the black cutter slashed down, like a pillar of optimism overturned, and slashed towards the crimson wooden door.

Roar!

The heavy wooden door shattered into pieces, and droplets of blood that looked like flames were suspended in the air, woven into a huge scarlet snake that occupied a large area of ​​the rainy night. The inexplicable roar disturbed the air, blowing away the falling rain, forming a clearly visible shape. white ripples.

"Cunning Scarlet Serpent Archibald!"

Modrian said word by word, his fair face suddenly dignified, he did not expect to meet this fourth abyss here: the demon lord of the Howling Abyss. Although it is only an illusory image, it does not rule out the real body of the demon. Arrived, just like the situation in the realm of shadows.

………………

Noble area, somewhere in a brightly lit courtyard.

The silent guards were scattered in the four corners, and the cold weapons and armor splashed a little rain, but all of this could not cover up a large number of panicked civilians kneeling on the ground. Rain ground.

"Sir, it's ready!" A low and gloomy voice sounded in the courtyard, and emerald green armor wrapped around the figure of the speaker.

"Wait, the opportunity has not yet come..." The delicate eaves were smashed down and turned into curtains. An old man with gray hair and spirits was looking at the night sky full of rain.

Until a crimson scarlet giant snake tore through the rain curtain and floated under the dim starry sky, a faint sense of depression filled Limontanlu.

Cunning Scarlet Serpent Archibald!

The silent words were narrated in the old man's mouth, and then he turned to look at the emerald green figure in front of him, his cold and indifferent eyes revealing suppressed anger and hatred.

"Alcott, let the dice of fate roll!"

"His Majesty Archibald has sent a signal, and now we are on our side. Invasion of the abyss? Sorry, I am not responsible for the safety of Limontanlu, I just want to take back the glory that belongs to the Jeffrey family!"

"Modrian Perris, what if there is a legend behind you? When you are watched by the abyss, everything disappears!"

If there is an intelligence officer who is familiar with the many great nobles of the Stoke Kingdom, he will definitely recognize the old man in front of him, the top family that almost controls the northern part of the kingdom - the head of the Jeffrey family, the kingdom's hereditary duke.

Gold Lanvasul Jeffrey!

Of course, the title [Grand Duke of the North] was very famous a few years ago, and it also represented the interests of the kingdom's northern land, but after the appearance of Modrian and the appearance of the Valoran Territory, everything changed slightly. The Fry family's reputation suffered a blow, and even after several secret battles, its status was seriously challenged.

Gold slightly tidied up his modest and elegant evening dress, his indifferent eyes swept across the commoners in the courtyard, and walked away, leaving behind the words of fate.

"It's time for me to go. His Royal Highness Sawyer is still waiting for me at the banquet of the noble council. The main stage is there tonight."

"By the way, Alcott, remember to clean up this place afterwards!"

As if remembering something, the old figure turned his head and stared at it and said, and then disappeared into the slow rainy night, with guards following him.

Alcott, the legion commander of the Iron Thorns Legion, stood quietly in place. When Gold was completely invisible, he turned to look at the civilians in a state of panic and fear, and sighed silently.

"The sacrifice begins!"

As soon as the voice fell, the silent guard standing in the four corners of the courtyard took a step, and the weapon with cold light reflected the starlight, stimulating the blood in the body.

The killing begins!

According to the formation, an overflowing sticky

The thick blood is mixed with the falling cold torrential rain, watering the floor and watering runes that flash with inexplicable brilliance.

boom!

The scarlet-red magic energy turned into a beam of light that bloomed in the strange formation, scattered the dense rain, and brought countless roaring souls. Looking closely, it looked like those civilians who had just panicked and panicked.

"Dispose of all traces!" Alcott uttered his final words, and then left here without looking back. The dead bodies were shocking.

Not just here.

Slums, commercial areas, and civilian residential areas, even the bloody scene that was discovered and dealt with, bloomed with a crimson brilliance at this moment, shining in the rainy night.

Looking down from the sky, you can clearly see the blooming crimson brilliance engraved in Limontanlu in a hexagonal shape, like an ancient hexagram array preserved in ancient books, and its center point is the luxurious building of His Royal Highness Saroyan.

………………

"Bloody sacrifice?"

The Violet Mage Tower, Du Bois looked at the Limontanlu sky in surprise at the moment, the red radiance reflected in the pupils, it seemed that Limontanlu's situation began to become confusing.

"Your Majesty Craigie, are you sure you haven't shot yet?"

Moira on the other side also stared at the quiet purple figure in front of her. There was a hint of melancholy on her beautiful face. Compared to Du Bois's perception, she sensed the unusually familiar aura of disgust that permeated the air.

"No, it's not yet time, this little scene is not enough to seduce the guys hiding in the dark." The fluttering of illusory wings caused a whirling breeze.

………………

On the ancient and majestic city wall, the Duke of Dakama stared at six pillars of crimson light blooming in the void, and behind him stood a purple figure in armor.

"On the order of the king! Block Limontanlu, and if anyone breaks through the barrier, they will be killed on the spot!"

"Yes!"

The dull sound was like the thundering thunder in the night sky, and the purple figures dissipated in the rain curtain.

………………

Under the sudden rainstorm, the undercurrent was surging, and countless shadows rushed across the streets and alleys in the vast night. The war of the sentry was staged in advance. Trapped in a dark city.

No one can escape, and the vortex of the storm is intensifying, sweeping all, including the dimly lit Valante Palace.

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