League of Legends Invades Another World

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Bang!

Sacred energy rose up, and Dan Anderson couldn't bear the surging impact. His broken body crashed against the solid wall of the arena, leaving red blood stains and slowly sliding down the yellow sand ground.

"Oh heh.. heh!" The heavy breathing was mixed with painful moans, Dan Anderson barely supported his body with his arms, and the wound on his abdomen that had been hit by pure force cracked again.

The crimson blood energy was eroded by the golden light, completely losing its healing effect, and the broken organs were exposed to the outside along the scars, stained with hard and dry yellow sand, causing slight pain.

"God pity the world, the devil must not exist in the world." Odus stepped forward, bathed in the blessing of the god of power, and there were ferocious scars on his arms.

Comparatively speaking, his injuries were the least, and Aiden and Abbott, who were severely injured by the blood-colored chains in Dan Anderson's counterattack, did not dare to go all out.

Their final battle has not yet begun.

"God?" Dan Anderson spat out a mouthful of blood, and a look of disgust appeared on his silent face. He hated those hypocritical clergymen and the gods behind them.

He wanted to continue the attack, but the power in his body was seriously drained.

"Ha, I didn't expect that I would end up in the hands of the clergy. This is ridiculous."

Dan Anderson looked at Odus, who was walking cautiously step by step, a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "If anyone can save me, I will definitely serve you as the Lord... Not even the evil god. exception."

The axe is held high, and the winter sun reflects the blood-colored cold light.

hum!

The small dagger that flew at a high speed spanned the distance of the space, pulled out a transparent airflow, and then slammed into the sharp axe, deflecting the attack route.

Odus staggered, his arms clenching the axe were slightly numb, and immediately, a loud roar resounded through the sky.

Bang!

Within the field of vision, a figure descended from the sky, setting off the yellow sand in the sky, covering a large area.

Looking down at Dan Anderson at his feet, Delevingne rubbed his nose, and yellow sand entered: "Hey, little guy, are you interested in joining my prison?"

Turning over with difficulty, Dan Anderson looked up at the blurred figure in the yellow sand, and tried to pull a smile from the corner of his mouth...

"Dumb!? What a pity." Delevingne muttered. Judging from his previous performance, although this guy's talent is not as good as one-thousandth of his own, he is quite good...

Well, maybe one percent.

"Well...disability...with a decent deed, it should be able to attract the interest of many viewers."

In the hands of Draven, the liquidators in the Noxian Empire have become half-entertainment, half-fighting professions. Each well-known liquidator has his own set of carefully choreographed background stories, fighting styles and distinctive personalities. feature.

And the guy at the foot can satisfy all of the above without having to construct it deliberately.

When Dan Anderson collapsed on the yellow sand ground, the smile on the corner of his mouth turned into a twitch. After accumulating strength for a while, he said hoarsely, "I do."

No matter what else, as long as a bottle of potion changes his body, or even possesses extraordinary power, one can vaguely glimpse the terrorist forces behind him.

Not to mention, being able to save his own life in the face of death.

"A wise choice." Draven nodded with a smile, and then took off the half-human-high flying axe from behind, and a rush of romance arose.

"Look well, study hard."

"Now........."

"In my style . . . settle everything!"

There were strange emotions mixed in the tumultuous noise, but the atmosphere was extremely warm.

Looking at the pervading sand, Odus, Aiden, and Abbott looked at each other, they smelled an unusual breath, and their expressions became more and more solemn.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Suddenly, the invisible and transparent airflow rolled up the yellow sand in the sky, revealing the scene inside.

The three of Odus looked at each other for a while, and Draven's wind-drawn shape was reflected in their pupils. The extremely fast-rotating flying axe clenched in both hands attracted their attention, and countless air ripples flowed along the airflow.

"The rules change."

Draven looked at the three people in front of him arrogantly, a faint blood flashed in his deep eyes. "Knock me down once and get a new life."

"No matter how many people!"

Boom!

The surging life energy broke the dignified atmosphere, and the three of Odus's aura rose sharply, and their expressions were slightly hideous. knock down?

[Intermediate Divine Art: Blessing of Power]!

The white-gold look energy descended from the void above his head, shrouding Odus' body, and the axe glowing with cold light was also stained with a little brilliance.

"The god of power will look after me, death is not the end, the kingdom of God is the right destination."

[Advanced Divine Art: Power of Rage]!

The words of prayer fell, and a dazzling column of pure white light appeared above the prison, like armor, draped over Odus, real and eye-catching, with a strong sense of holiness.

This is the difference between a knight professional and a temple knight.

Knight professionals rely on their own strength to comprehend the abilities in their blood, while temple knights can pray to the great gods they belong to.

Generally speaking, a temple knight with the strength of a great knight can obtain two middle-level divine arts with firm belief every day to strengthen his own power. Of course, the devout and the fanatic always have additional advantages.

Odus was a devout and fanatical Templar.

Bang!

Stepping forward, the yellow sand under his feet filled the air, Odus wielded two sharp axes, bathed in brilliance, and quickly approached Draven. The breath of life that belonged to the great knight, after receiving the blessing of two divine arts, faintly broke the barrier.

"Unbelievers, accept the punishment of power!"

[High-level magic: Fortune, Sword of Judgment]!

Aiden, in the exposed information, he is a trial knight affiliated to the Temple of Fortune, but at the same time, his hidden identity includes being a member of the priesthood of the Temple of Fortune, a rare dual practitioner, with an extremely firm belief in the Goddess of Fortune. Belief.

The sharp blade slid across the wrist, and blood containing golden radiance dripped onto the yellow sand ground, drawing a sacred magic circle in the area in front of him at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The air trembled, and a pure golden long sword slowly condensed, the tip of the sword pointed straight at Draven, and then a two-winged angel appeared in the center of the magic circle, clenching the golden long sword, silently accumulating strength, striving for maximum damage .

Odus and the others did not hold back at all. From the first time they appeared in the arena, they had observed this guy sitting on the high platform, and the voice announced later also successfully told that this guy is the person in charge of the prison. Or the warden.

So, as soon as the battle began, they went all out to defeat Draven.

Newborn, they have longed for it for a long time.

The arena's frequent fights and visions drew crowds in the stands, peaking especially when Dan Anderson held his head high and Draven joined the fray.

Now, the surging outburst of magical visions also made these unsettled believers give out warm cheers.

Templars, nobles, what a fun and beautiful bloody battle.

"Can you win?" Isda's eyes locked on the battle in the arena, the gloomy color dissipated a little, and hope and tension appeared on his face.

Not only him, representatives of many forces such as the Temple of Power, the Noble Council, etc. are paying attention to the results on the field. They hope to see more things from Valoran instead of letting Modrian lead by the nose.

"Gods? Unbelievers?" Draven straightened slightly and said mockingly. "I only believe in myself."

"My allegiance is only for the sake of pain."

【Rotating Throwing Axe】!

Draven looked at the Knights of the Temple of Power who were approaching in front of him, his eyes were bloodthirsty, he moved his left hand slightly, and threw a flying axe, cutting the air at a very fast speed, ploughing clear traces on the yellow sand ground.

Clang!

The swirling flying axe slashed on the raised golden axe blade, abruptly halting Odus's advance, and the flying axe flew into the air and spun into Draven's hands at a clever angle.

"Did you hear that? The death knell has sounded for you."

【Rotating Throwing Axe】!

Without any pause, Draven's bloody eyes flashed slightly, and he immediately threw the flying axe in his right hand, carrying terrifying power, and pulled out white traces.

Crunch!

puff!

With the piercing sound of bones being cut, thick blood splashed in the winter sun, and an arm holding a white-gold axe flew to the ground, stained with large swaths of yellow sand.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah----"

Until this moment, the shrill screams rippled in the warm cheers, and then disappeared.

"Huh?" Delevingne looked at the two-winged angel above his head, his bloody eyes filled with madness, he felt that he had been locked by the magic circle, and in a trance, the golden angel uttered reprimands, and slashed with his sword in anger.

"Are you in such a hurry to die?"

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