League of Legends Invades Another World

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[Ding...Congratulations to the host, get the hero card: Sion! 】

Sean!

Undead God of War Sion!

The corners of Modrian's mouth were a little stiff. There were too many surprises today, and the happy smile has not stopped until now, and the excitement in his heart can't be restrained.

Consciousness penetrated into the items of the system, and a black and red card slowly floated up and down, with two shades of dark red in the middle, like some kind of crazy eyes, the permeating deep black vaguely Devouring the brilliance of other cards.

Frowning slightly, Modrian seemed to think of something, some background rumors about the undead God of War Sion.

Sion was an accomplished Noxian war hero from a previous era, having strangled a generation of Demacian kings with his bare hands. But he refused to die and annihilate, was not forgotten, and continued to serve the Empire as a living corpse.

He is an unstoppable beast. When he reaches the positions of Noxus' enemies, he will be released, and whoever stands in his way will be slaughtered indiscriminately by him. It can be proved that he has lost his former humanity.

Even so, Sion's rotten body was nailed into the rough armor, and he continued to charge into the battlefield with a manic reckless attitude, struggling to remember his true self with each slash of the great axe.

Modrian suddenly hesitated, not knowing whether to summon this dehumanized undead god of war, and then smiled casually, with the help of the system, what more did he worry about.

[Summon: Undead God of War Sion]!

The black and red cards were smashed into pieces, and the bright red radiance mixed with the dark green data stream appeared on the ground in the back garden, drawing and engraving a complex and mysterious hexagram.

boom!

The rich black-red brilliance rose into the sky like a sea of ​​blood in the six-pointed star formation, and a huge and burly figure more than three meters high could be seen faintly.

"No chains? Free!"

"Yes! Die! Die!"

Crazy self-deprecating voices suddenly sounded, and the restless and bloody aura that lingered around the body slowly changed.

Modrian's face changed, he couldn't help but take a few steps back, and something called fear spread in his heart.

"Crush!"

"Murder!"

"die!"

A hoarse roar resounded through the back garden, and the bloody smell suddenly expanded and exploded, destroying the green vegetation, and the frozen soil splashed and splashed.

Even the six-pointed star formation trembled, as if unable to suppress the huge and burly figure.

In the next instant, a dark green data stream emerged from the bright red radiance, directly passing through the pervasive bloody aura, tying the burly figure like a chain, and even a part of it poured into the head.

The bloody aura dissipated, revealing the face of a burly figure.

A metal object shaped like a dagger was slanted on its hideous and ugly head. The crimson cloth strips at the tail danced in the wind. There seemed to be two scarlet rays of light in the eyes, which flashed the meaning of crazy killing. The thick armor penetrated the chin and the terrifying face. combine together.

Looking down, the black and red half-body armor was bolted to the body, and the red armor belt around the waist was as dazzling as crystal, and the part of the pale flesh revealed had a sense of corruption of death, similar to that of a living corpse, especially On its right leg, the sturdy armor connects the muscles, which are sewn up like a broken limb.

"The feeling of pain!"

Sion discarded the clenched black axe, and held the hideous head in his hands. The roar of pain and depression continued to sound, and the chaotic breath blew the surrounding dirt and dust.

Not far away, Modrian watched intently. The dark green data stream poured into his head from Sion's eyes, mouth, and ears, seemingly suppressing some dark will.

"let me out!"

"Blood!"

A sudden resounding frenzied roar echoed in the sky above Fort Dvor, like a real halo that dissipated the howling cold winter wind.

But everything was in vain. The killing and brutality in Sion's scarlet eyes was suppressed by the dark green data stream.

In the training ground in the southwest corner of Fort Dive, Darius stopped what he was doing and turned to look at the main fort. He felt a very familiar aura suddenly appear, and frowned slightly, recalling that Which Noxian hero is coming.

When the crazy roar sounded, Darius' expression changed, and before he had time to think about it, the figure disappeared directly into the training ground. The moment he left, the bluestone ground was covered with cracks.

Bang!

The iron fence in the back garden was slammed into the air by Darius. When he saw that Modrian was safe and sound, he looked slightly relaxed, and then set his eyes on the huge and burly gray figure.

"Sure enough, this crazy guy! Undead God of War Sion!"

"Dreaus, why are you here?" After hearing the loud noise, Modrian turned around and saw that Darius was standing behind him, with a worried look on his indifferent and domineering face.

Later, when he saw Darius watching Sion vigilantly, he suddenly realized that there was a warmth in his heart, and he said with a chuckle, "Don't worry, it's all right, Sion will wake up soon."

It wasn't just Darius who came, not long after, Gregory and Crane, too, but with Darius's

Differently, Gregory and Crane had a hint of fear and fear on their faces.

"Well....."

Sion slowly opened his scarlet eyes, and there was still a little madness and cruelty in them. He first looked at the surrounding environment in confusion, then stared at Darius for a while, and finally set his eyes on Modrian. .

"Sai... um, see... see... Mr. Mo... De Rian!" Sion took heavy steps and knelt down in front of Modrian on one knee, as if he had not been there for a long time. Normally speaking, his speech rate and sentences are a bit slow.

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In the middle of Stoke Kingdom, the core area of ​​Perris Castle.

"Good noon, Uncle Du Lu!" In front of the classical and elegant study door, a heroic blond man bowed slightly to the middle-aged man in black and white housekeeper's uniform in front of him. "Is my father in the study?"

"Good noon, Master Kadir, the master is dealing with some official business." Du Lu smiled in return, pressed his left hand on his right chest, and nodded in greeting.

"Okay, I'll go in and report to my father about the evening banquet." Kadir said gently, then gently pushed open the heavy wooden door of the study and walked in.

The study is not big, and a heavy feeling hits his face. Kadir looked up at Viscount Brooke Perris behind the taupe desk, bowed his head respectfully, and said softly, "Father!"

After hearing the voice, Viscount Brooke looked at the eldest son in front of him calmly, with a majestic aura in his eyes: "Is there something? Kadir."

"Father, tonight's banquet has been arranged, and the invitations have been handed out smoothly. Do you have any other arrangements here?" Kadir asked, her blue eyes suppressing unknown emotions.

"Well done, just follow your arrangement." Viscount Brooke nodded slightly, showing a satisfied smile.

"Okay, father, are we going to invite Modrian back to our family reunion this year?" Kadir suppressed the urgency in his heart, and his tone was slightly indifferent.

Click!

The sound of the quill pen breaking sounded, and a silent and solemn atmosphere suddenly descended into this quiet study.

"No, he did a good job in the town of Ervindale, let him stay there." Viscount Brooke suppressed any emotional expressions in his calm tone.

"But..." Kadir hadn't spoken yet, and after meeting his father Brook's eyes, a majestic pressure suddenly descended, even with his knight's strength, he couldn't resist, Finally he slowly lowered his head.

"Follow Father's arrangement!"

Outside the white promenade, Kadir stood quietly, thinking about the detailed information about the younger brother obtained from the Jeffrey family, a vassal with the strength close to the great knight, and his indifferent face finally showed a hint of expression , the cold is mixed with ruthlessness.

"It should be me, it's mine, and no one can take it away, even if it's my father, you are the same."

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In the still quaint and elegant study, Viscount Brook was still sitting behind the desk, and occasionally a glimmer of light flashed in his deep eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

"Dulou, arrange for someone to take my warrant to Edalas City, I hope Count Raphael will not forget my old friend!"

"Okay, sir!" Du Lu's voice sounded in the shadow, and then the shadow gradually dissipated.

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