League of Legends Invades Another World

The golden-red rays of light covered the sky, and the dull and suffocating pressure enveloped Chiyan City.

In the middle of the city, Garen, dressed in white-gold armor, levitated quietly, holding the sword of divine justice, cutting the blood-red energy with a swipe of extremely bright edge, releasing majestic power fluctuations, guarding the city below.

His eyes turned, and Galen looked around.

In the dark and dreary sky, there were strands of agitated crimson aura, like the recovery of the abyss pan-consciousness, but it was different.

hum!

Mental perception permeated, Galen's body trembled, and soon returned to normal.

He noticed that there were two stalwart wills descending over Chiyan City, like the overturning of a mountain, pressing on his shoulders and body.

"When will the Mokawi people abandon their previous suspicions and choose to cooperate with the Zmish people?" Galen said immediately, his resolute face showing a hint of solemnity.

The Mokawi tribe, one of the thirteen blood tribe clans, was originally the overlord-level force in the Abyss of Original Sin, and behind it was a blood tribe ancestor whose strength could be compared to a god.

The Zmish clan is also one of the thirteen clans of the blood clan. It is the overlord of the eighth abyss: the abyss of pain.

The enmity between the two can be traced back to the birth of the blood clan.

But now I don't know why, the Mokawi and the Zmish are actually united, and at the same time a strong man descends on Chiyan City.

"Cooperation? You're right, as for what we want to do..."

"Very simple, stop you from leaving the abyss of original sin." The stalwart's will shook, and the cold and depressed voice echoed in the pale red sky.

"Of course, you still have a choice."

"Hand over the artifact in your hand, we will let you leave the abyss of original sin!"

Hearing this, Galen raised his brows slightly, and cold killing intent emerged in the depths of his eyes. He didn't think he could leave safely by handing over the sword of divine justice.

And want him to hand over the sword of divine justice, which is impossible, unless it is taken from his corpse.

"I'm curious, you just believe those guys so much, can you destroy the Valoran Territory?" Galen said in a deep voice, expressing his inner doubts.

An atmosphere of silence pervaded.

The two incoming stalwart wills saw Galen's fearless appearance, there was a moment of hesitation, and then invisible energy fluctuations appeared, as if they were communicating.

After a while, a calm and cold voice sounded in Galen's ears, as if a poisonous snake was wrapped around his neck, and he gently spit out a snake letter: "Of course, we don't think the Valoran collar can resist the coming disaster."

Clang!

The sharp blade was unsheathed, and a touch of silver-white light bloomed, severing a little will of the body.

Galen stared at the hazy stalwart will in front of him, and said softly: "Then we will wait and see! I hope you can withstand the aftermath of the Valoran Territory."

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The stalwart's will is revived, and the red and sticky blood phantom is densely covered in the sky, and two slender figures in red robes are faintly visible.

"Are you forcing us to do it?"

As soon as the words fell, fine blood-colored lightning descended on Scarlet Flame City, and the terrifying aura that destroyed the sky and the earth poured down like a torrent of opening gates.

"You can think so!"

Galen did not give in, his expression was fearless, he clenched the sword of divine justice in both hands, and looked at the powerful blood race in front of him, and a rich silver-white ray of light rose up.

What about the two guys who are suspected of possessing the power of gods?

Hiding the head and showing the tail, vulnerable!

Roar!

A deep bell-like lion roar sounded, and a silver-blue male lion appeared at Galen's feet, his domineering and savage eyes staring at the two scarlet phantoms in the sky.

At this moment, in Scarlet Flame City.

Whether it is a soldier of the Fearless Vanguard Legion, a soldier of Demacia, or a fire boy of the abyss, all of them feel the terrifying breath of the world filling their souls.

......

......

In the extreme north, the northern snow tower stands in the world of ice and snow.

The chaotic tide of elemental energy is densely distributed in the sky of the mage towers, and occasionally traces of spell residues can be seen from the walls of some high towers.

This shows that the North Snow Tower is also plagued by abyss invasion, and even the strength of the attack is beyond imagination.

After all, most of the powerful spellcasters who can build a mage tower inside the northern snow tower are high-level mage, and there are not a few legendary mage.

The traces of the battle left now show the intensity of the battle at that time.

In the central area, the top of the blue and white tower.

An old mage in a white robe stared blankly at the dome, a heavily damaged clay slate that looked like a broken fragment.

"Slate of Destiny (fragment), someone is coveting the position of the Lord God of Destiny? Or do you want to spy on the trajectory of destiny?" The old mage said in a low voice, his old face showed no emotion.

Not long ago, the Northern Snow Tower was attacked by monsters in the abyss, and many demon lords took the opportunity to take action.

At the last moment, even the evil god of the abyss crossed the plane to start, aiming directly at the location of the tablet of destiny (fragment).

It's a pity that those guys underestimated the tyrannical strength of the Northland Snow Tower. Coupled with the emergency assistance of the Ai Lan Faluo Empire, they successfully repelled the attackers and killed many demon lords.

Remaining corpses would be very good experimental material.

The old mage turned his eyes and landed on the catalogue of stars. In the light magic light, the stars of different sizes flashed with unique and vivid colors.

and once bleak

Compared with the stars, the stars inlaid on the catalog at this time are shining brightly.

Obviously, the abyss invasion of the main material plane caused many gods to frequently perform miracles to protect their believers.

Although the gods of order have the existence of the kingdom of God, the faith area controlled by the main material plane can be regarded as the most important place of faith for many gods. They cannot give up and let the abyss monster destroy and devour their believers.

A very ordinary observation, which is similar to usual, but makes the old mage see a difference.

Some gleaming blood-colored stars were moving, gathering together, giving off a bloody smell.

"Abyss Evil God?" Recalling the previous attack, the old mage looked solemn.

Subtle spiritual energy emerged in the mage tower, and the old mage ingested a gray stone similar to the Slate of Destiny from a distance, and there were faint spell traces on the surface.

A rubbing of the Tablet of Destiny (fragment).

The North Snow Tower is a one-time consumption spell item made from the Fate Slate (fragment), which can barely peep a trace of fate after use.

puff!

The gray stone in the palm of the hand slowly shattered, turning into dust and dissipating in the air, the face of the old mage suddenly became extremely pale, and the spiritual aura suddenly dropped a lot.

"Valloran collar?"

"How can it be Valoran Land again?"

The old mage took a few breaths, and his wrinkled and old face showed shock.

He clearly remembered that the initial change point of the trajectory of fate was the Valoran Territory, and the death of Grace, the god of plague, fell on the Gate of Sorrow, resulting in the early end of the plague disaster.

Later, he paid attention to Valoran Territory, but because of the outbreak of the abyss invasion, his attention was interrupted, but he did not want to see Valoran Territory on the trajectory of fate again.

"So, what will happen this time to change the trajectory of fate?"