League of Legends Invades Another World

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Crimson misty altar.

A vortex-like corrugated portal.

Modrian stared at the strange picture in the depths of the passage and frowned slightly. After reaching this area, the whispering of the devil in his ears disappeared, and the surrounding environment was extremely quiet.

"Which floor will the abyss leading to the abyss altar forged by the ice and snow dwarf clan?"

Thoughts were surging in his mind, and Modrian hesitated in his heart. The strength of each layer of the bottomless abyss was different, but among the known explorations, the first ten layers of the abyss were the weakest.

He tried to find some clues, but found nothing.

The blood portrait painted on the wall did not know when it ended, leaving traces of unfinished painting, exuding a faint smell of resentment.

Most of the skeletons laid on the ground were left by ice dwarves, so pale that they could not tell any useful information at all.

"I'm a little curious about the abyss plane." Jie walked out behind him, his crimson eyes looked at the swirling smooth surface, and the dense shadows beside him were many shadow streamers.

Hearing the sound, Modrian turned his head to look at Zhai, the shadows and mist blended together, covering the hazy visor, and he couldn't see Zed's strength more and more.

Behind the unknown portal, no one can tell what they will encounter, but under the temporary mission, people do need to explore.

After a while of silence, Modri ​​looked at Zhai calmly and said, "Be careful."

The dark shadow moved forward, quietly approaching the altar, like black ink dripping clear water, silently escaping into the portal.

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The red sky, the barren red land, and the faint smell of blood mixed in the air speak of the desolation of the abyss.

Jie closed his eyes lightly, as if he was enjoying these things, and the breath in his body was slightly deeper.

"The skeleton of the undead." Nakuri appeared beside Zed, squatted down tacitly, picked up a pale skeleton from the bright red ground covered with bones, and crushed it gently, like fine sand slipping from between his fingers.

"The hardness and texture have become loose and decayed over time."

Looking back at the environment, Nakuri's expression was solemn, like a ruined temple, with collapsed gravel scattered on the ground, and several stone pillars scattered around, engraved with strange and bloody symbols.

There is also a vortex-like corrugated portal at the very center of the temple.

Through the rippling glossy surface, he could vaguely see the Demacian Legion, the lord and many heroes, waiting in full force.

"Have you felt it? The power that flows in the air all the time." Zed opened his eyes, ignoring the strange temple in front of him, and gently stretched out his palm, as if he was touching something.

"Sin and blood."

Nakuri looked puzzled, Yiyan sensed the active energy in the air, but found nothing except the faint smell of blood.

"You haven't grasped the essence of the shadow yet." Seeing Nakuri's performance, Zed's red eyes flickered.

"Go and inform the lord, there is no danger behind the portal, you can enter."

As soon as the words fell, Jie lowered his head and looked at the dense shadows in the temple, and continued to instruct: "Yingliu, scout around, and keep in touch with each other."

After a while, the smooth ripples rippled, and the subtle energy continued to surge.

A column of Legionnaires of Ledemacia stepped out of the portal with a silver shield. According to the building of the ruined temple, they quickly switched to a defensive state, occupying key positions everywhere.

Modrian's figure gradually solidified in the center of the stone pillar, and almost as soon as he stepped into the ground of the temple, he felt an inexplicable force attacking him.

Frowning his brows, he magnified his mental perception, faintly aware of... a trace of rejection?

what's going on?

Modrian was a little puzzled, looked at Galen and the others who appeared behind him, and asked aloud, "Have you noticed anything abnormal?"

"There is an unpleasant smell, and the others don't feel it." Galen looked at the surrounding environment, shook his head and replied.

Ashe, Xin Zhao, and Panson also gave similar answers, and it seemed that Modrian had a strange situation out of nowhere.

"Rejection....abyssal pan-consciousness..."

As a new legend, Modrian quickly found the problem.

In several abyss incidents on the main material plane, although he was not the main participant, he was still contaminated with some continental pan-consciousness.

"Is this the reason for too much wool? Did the abyss pan-conscious hate me?"

Modrian reluctantly thought that throughout the process of the rise of Valoran, the demon/devil lord of the bottomless abyss played an important role in it, always giving many great gifts to promote development in times of difficulties and needs. .

Fortunately, such a sense of rejection is not too strong, and Modrian can easily resist with his current strength.

In the ruins of the temple, the Demacian Legion silently guarded the key position, but there was no trace of the shadow stream that had already entered, and he looked at Nakuri beside him and asked.

"Where did the robbery go?"

"Sir and Shadow Stream went out to investigate the surrounding situation." Nakuri bowed slightly with a respectful expression.

During the tea time, the scattered shadow streamers began to return one after another, but there are still some wandering in the depths, acting as the outermost ears and eyes. Once any abnormal situation is found, they will quickly warn and shrink, and use the obtained intelligence information. Report to the rear, so that they have enough room to prepare for battle.

The returning shadow streamers brought back some news. This ruined temple is located in a mountain pass, outside is a desolate plain, and there are not many abyss monsters to be seen.

Surprisingly, Jie did not return, and seemed to be still lingering in the depths.

The scarlet sun hung in the red sky, the barren red plain, except for the scattered dead trees and trunks, there were only some ghouls swaying and walking, which looked much stronger than those in the passage, and there were spots on the claws.

The shadow streamers of the three-person team stayed on the top of the mound, watching the ghoul not far away, the suppressed excitement in the eyes behind the visor slowly released, they were only assisting in the battle in the passage, but they had already aroused their hearts. desire to kill.

Interest motivated the Shadow Stream disciple to clench the Kunai and the dagger in their hands, and a few dark shadows attacked the swaying ghoul. There was no skill, and it was purely based on the exercise memory.

The cold light flickered, and the smelly liquid splashed out.

The shadows made by the Shadow Streamers solidified not far away, and those ghouls separated their bodies in an instant, and their rubber bodies fell on the plain.

Soon, the ghouls of the red plains were cleaned up, and the wind was blowing the tree trunks.

But before the shadow streamers could restrain their inner killing intent, when they looked deeply at the surrounding environment, they found an abnormal situation.

"Damn, what is that?" One of them pointed in the direction of the depths of the plain, his expression was rather startled, and a vague scene was reflected in his eyes filled with murderous intent.

The remaining two looked curiously in the direction pointed by their companions, their pupils contracted slightly, their hearts were beating suddenly, and they seemed to be unable to detect the situation.

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