League of Legends Invades Another World

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What emotional changes do humans have when they face despair?

Is it darkness, is it blood?

Is it awakening, is it light?

At this moment, human emotions have become incomprehensible, and even the wise cannot guess the trajectory of things.

In the dilapidated camp, Jingwei was clearly divided into two groups.

On the west side are survivors who have not yet experienced detection. Most of them still retain hope and look at their sides in fear.

To the east is the plague-infected person who has completely lost hope, alone and alone, facing the arrival of death.

Fear?

fear.

Are you scared?

Fear.

The beautiful life that used to be like a rainbow was shattered day and night, leaving only a grayish-white color.

They could only lick their wounds silently, feeling their bodies gradually melt and dissipate in the spreading plague, turning into earth-brown pus.

The itching sensation hit the nerves, and the pain and wailing sounded from time to time.

The night is getting darker and darker, and there are different emotions breeding in the infected group.

As the shadowy figure wandered, an emotion called hatred slowly rose.

Accumulated for a long time, all erupted at this moment.

【Why can't I survive? 】

【Why do I have to suffer from the plague? 】

【I treat life with infatuation, why do I get self-destruction? 】

[My heart is dead, then let cruel hatred burst my chest! 】

In the dark green plague, the desperate people climbed up their broken bodies, and the stench drifted into the distance with the wind.

In the eyes that have lost their life, hatred is pervading, they hate this world, they hate those who keep hope, and they hate the Valoran Territory.

Roar!

The hoarse anger sounded, and countless figures rode the night and attacked the camp to the west.

There was a voice of resistance, but it turned to ashes in the flames of hatred.

The foul smell, mixed with the smell of blood, covered the dark night sky.

The pure white crescent moon was hiding behind the clouds and mist, as if she couldn't bear to see the tragic situation on the plain.

"God of hatred, rise up from the gloomy abyss!" Abu Da was clothed in a cloak, and his face was covered with dark green pustules, destroying his former face.

He wanted to wait and wait for more people, but there was an inexplicable voice in his heart urging him.

Abu Da gently sniffed the turbid smell in the air and looked intoxicated.

"The power of faith? Is that what it is?"

He gently opened his palm, surrounded by green smoke, like a poisonous snake with its head raised and its tongue stuck out, the scarlet eyes longing for a fresh soul.

This is the power that suddenly appeared in his heart on the eve of the night.

"It's not faith! It's power gained by giving others hatred!"

"I crave more!"

Abu Da looked at the detection circle established by the Temple of Wealth not far away, and the dense jungle with the breath of life.

The scenes of blood in the afternoon informed him of the terrifying power possessed by the Valoran Territory.

However, the hatred wiped out his shrewdness as a businessman, and what remained was madness and revenge.

"Start spreading, plague!"

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Destroy the despairing ones in the ruined camp and move on.

Countless roars resounded in the gloomy night sky, and even those who faced despair and had hope in their hearts were in the wave and completely lost themselves.

They turned into evil spirits in the abyss and rushed towards the stone camp.

Even the icy corpse that has not been removed can't stop them from moving forward, and the madness is all over the eyes.

Boom!

The detection circle of the Temple of Wealth was destroyed by the crowd, and the crowded figures walked into the dense jungle with a green glow in the night with longing eyes.

The rich breath of life gave the despairing person at the front a trace of clarity, and the broken pustules showed signs of healing, but they still hadn't been removed.

Then, before they could react, the crowd behind them squeezed them out, took their place, closed their eyes and enjoyed the baptism of the breath of life.

Unfortunately, hope did not rise again.

The plague remained in the body, and the roar of hatred resounded through the night sky.

"Poor bastards, it seems that blood has not taught you to fear!"

Under the night, the fire shines.

Darius was already waiting at the wall of the camp, staring at the resistance force fueled by hatred.

These garbage do not clearly recognize the gap between the two sides.

"Wussman, execute them!"

Following the cold words, the soldiers of the Trifali Legion behind him happily took orders, and the bowstring sounded suddenly.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Iron arrows shuttled through the gloomy night, harvesting the lives of despairing people, and nailing the mourning before death to the plain.

The so-called charge in front of the Legionnaires of Trifali and the Legion of Noxus is a joke.

The broken corpses were left in the plain, dyed red with green grass, and the stench gradually became strong.

When drifting to the camp, it was blocked by layers of pale golden brilliance and a strong breath of life, and disappeared.

Darius looked at everything in front of him indifferently. This was just the prelude to the outbreak of the plague. What he cared about was the crowd that spread later.

turn the head

Looking at the shadow under the fire altar, he nodded slightly, knowing that the other party would definitely understand.

The pale blue starlight sprinkled, and shadows stretched out from the camp, wrapping the despairing cry of decline.

Like a blade of darkness, harvesting the last survivors.

There are no taboos in ninjutsu. The power of shadows endows shadow streamers with unique attributes, and they can easily avoid the possibility of plague infection.

After a while, this asymmetrical battle ended.

The fiery flames burned in the plains, swallowing the icy corpses under the night.

Abu Da leaned on the ground, daring not to move, the revenge and madness had disappeared long before death came.

He remembered the military power of Valoran Land in the turmoil in the Stoke Kingdom, and fear dominated his body.

Until the flames gradually extinguished, the night gradually faded away, and a gleam of fish-mammed white brilliance faintly appeared in the sky.

"Hmm..." A sore and numb feeling came from his legs, Abu Da couldn't help but utter a sound, and then covered his mouth subconsciously, his face full of dark green pustules showing a look of horror.

Seemingly aware that there is no one around, the power of green smoke soothes the plague body.

He secretly made up his mind to stay away from Valoran and continue to spread the plague, because...  

The feeling of being alive is...  

The bright sky passed away in an instant, and a touch of extremely deep darkness struck. Then the headless body fell to the ground, splashing the dust accumulated last night.

"No one can escape his shadow, can he?"

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ended!

Darius watched the plain area in front of the camp turned into fine ashes, and the morning breeze blew a little dust.

A slight smile appeared in the indifferent pupils, and immediately dissipated, and turned to leave.

At the moment of looking back, he looked at the location of the Temple of Fortune.

Although the lights were not on last night, Darius always felt that there were eyes watching outside the camp.

"God? A little curious."

Longing to hide in his heart, he rushed to the room where Modrian lived.

The events of last night told him that the camp needed enough strength to face the next situation.

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The night passed, and the dawn came.

The silver-gray rays of light fell from the sky, shining on the fortress of Fosbello, shining on the red city walls, and shining on the ruins of the broken walls.

Shining in a dark green mist that almost materialized.

The sobbing of jackdaws was mingled with the haze of plague.

In the haze, the figure of the scorpion can be seen, as if living in a phantom, with faintly rotten faces appearing one after another.

"Huh? Dead? Seeds of plague?"

A low voice sounded in the ruins of the largest building in the fortress, which used to be the castle of the Naku family.

After the fortress was broken, it was destroyed in the hands of the lizardmen warriors.

A figure with dark green mist slowly walked out, and countless pustules covered the exposed skin.

From time to time, the pustules burst, and the earth-brown pus spilled onto the ground, corroding a faint white mist.

"Is it the West?" The figure who was severely infected with the plague raised his face, and he could vaguely see Krabers' shadow from the rotten face.

Unexpectedly, this noble young master did not die after opening the sacrificial formation in the secret room, but survived.

"If you die, you will die. There are a lot of seeds anyway." Krabs continued to walk with his head lowered, leaving a path of plague along the way.

"And, soon...more seeds will grow soon!"

"Hehe, do you think so? Uncle Marshall!"

The thick plague mist formed some kind of monster behind Krabos, and the thick dark green saliva dripped down behind him like a plague, and then soaked into the inside of his body.

Looking closely, the rotten body seems to be missing something, and it feels a little weird.

Chest position.

heart! ?

The original heart had long since disappeared, and now it was beating a dark green plague ball.

The inexplicable trembling sound was mixed with the dragging footsteps, and the intertwined tune was like the whisper of a devil, floating gently.

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