League of Legends Invades Another World

At dusk, a crimson glow soaks through the clouds and fills the sky.

Looking from a distance, you can faintly see the traces left by the stars, like gravure pressed on white paper, clearly visible.

A long white cloud swayed by.

These traces silently tell the falsehood in the world of shadows, and tell the real existence behind the stars.

winter! winter! Dongdong! Dongdong! Winter winter! Winter, winter, winter!

Suddenly.

on the towering city walls.

The heavy and ancient drums sounded again, breaking the silence of the evening.

A drummer of the Noxian Legion, all naked and armored, vigorously raised the long steel hammer in his hand, beating the huge steel war drum, and every time his muscles like a horned dragon swayed, dripping sweat.

They witnessed a great war, a victory for the Valoran Empire.

Drums are loud!

Compared with the solemnity at dawn, compared with the inspiration in the realm of shadows.

At this moment, the sound of drums resounding through the immortal fortress, like hot and fiery fireworks, is like the radiance of the scorching sun in the day, soaking the hearts of every soldier.

boom! Boom! Boom boom boom!

Along with it, there were the red fireworks that exploded above the sky.

The demon lords who came from the bottomless abyss but were abandoned by the evil god of the abyss celebrated the birth of the Valoran Empire in a desperate way of death.

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Da da! Da da! Da da!

In the silver-white heroic hall, there is no noise at dawn.

Under the silent atmosphere, the sound of heavy footsteps seemed to cater to the sound of drums, and it was like a swinging hammer, beating the hearts and souls of the nobles.

Emotions such as joy, excitement, surprise, fear, panic, etc.

Alternately staged among the nobles, it is like water, just injected with colorful pigments, and everything is mixed in an instant.

Although Modrian allowed some nobles in the territory to collect enough magic items, it did not mean complete decentralization.

The existence of Shadow Stream sect and Ominous Blade is to safeguard Modrian's rights.

It's a pity, even the blood lessons of countless Chi Guoguo.

In the face of the temptation thrown by the abyss, some people still make wrong choices.

Squeak!

The slight rubbing sound that I didn't notice earlier, but at this moment became the knock on the door of the god of death.

A large number of nobles were trembling, for fear of attracting the attention of Swain on the high platform.

However, in the banquet hall, the noble group headed by Cooper, Horace, and Sigrid, the most staunch followers of Modrian, looked at the corridor with the door open, and their expressions were full of excitement.

They witnessed an almost mythical war.

Do not!

Deep down in their hearts, this is a far greater war than the myth records.

Not only because of the terrifying power displayed by the Valoran Empire, but also because this war is actually related to its own interests.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The twilight wind drifted into the Hall of Valor along the open door, wrapped in the bloody smell of Dandan, permeating the silent atmosphere and evoking a trace of restlessness.

Cooper, Horace and others looked towards the door upon hearing the reputation, only to see many heroes dressed in crimson rays coming towards them.

Twilight Star Spirit Zuo Yin!

Darkborn Sword Demon Aatrox!

Unyielding Gun Pantheon!

Debon Director Xin Zhao!

Ice Archer Ashe!

Fortitude of the Holy Hammer, Poppy!

Batian Zero (Undead God of War)·Sion!

Scarlet Reaper Vladimir!

and many more.....

These heroes, who are clothed in the glow and bathed in the blood of the abyss demons, cannot describe the endless glory they carry at this moment in words.

Only see the legendary blood pouring into the stomach, the dazzling remnant of divinity, and the scornful momentum, silently proclaiming the glory of the heroes.

Cooper's eyes flickered, this is not all the heroes that appeared in this war.

As the longest follower of Mordrian, and some heroes he has known and seen, in this war where the stars are shining and the gods have fallen, there are great existences shining brightly, such as...

Ancient Dread Fiddlesticks!

Ice Crystal Phoenix Anivia!

Indestructible Thunder Volibear!

Jade God Ivern!

Fury of the Storm, Janna!

Weapon Master Jax!

These are stored in Cooper's memory, comparable to the heroes of the gods, silent and silent, guarding the former Valoran Territory and the current Valoran Empire.

Looking around the crowd, some nobles who were about to leave, Cooper and the others looked at each other, without concealing the joy and excitement in their eyes.

Then they looked at the many heroes who were already approaching them.

He took a few steps back, bowed silently, and lowered his head to show humility.

The smell of blood was a little dull at first, but with the heavy pace, the rich smell of blood swept through like a hurricane.

Many nobles who were already timid could not support it, or knelt down on their knees, or leaned on the people beside them, lowered their eyes, and dared not look at those heroes who were dazzling like the sun and full of victory.

Ignoring this group of nobles, many heroes who came back victorious

Along the steps of white jade inlaid with gold, step by step to the high platform.

It was not until the last hero stepped on the steps that the nobles dared to use the corner of their eyes to look at the high platform.

Although most of the nobles looked horrified, they couldn't hide their joy and excitement. They made the most correct choice and set foot on a giant ship that rides the wind and hangs directly on the sails of clouds.

In this banquet, in addition to the nobles belonging to the Valoran Empire, there were also many invited guests.

Together they witnessed a great war that could be recorded in the history of Kaladimos, a war in which the stars were shining and the gods fell.

And....to witness the birth of a mighty empire!

The most obvious one belongs to Abigail, the god of winter who gave down the will of the gods.

No matter what she saw and heard in the Shadow Realm, or the silent attitude of Alexia, the goddess of ice and snow storms in the Aranfaluo Empire, she sensed an unusual smell.

Smelling the many bloody smells mixed in the air, some are familiar, some are unfamiliar.

Abigail's expression is clear, it is true that the hidden power of the Valoran Empire is too terrifying, and there are several existences comparable to the powerful divine power.

even.....

Abigail, the god of winter, looked down on the high platform. With long orange hair, he seemed to be ignorant, and his mischievous eyes were looking at the petite girls around him.

Who would have imagined that it was such a childish, harmless little girl who could command the stars to force the Serpent of Calamity to retreat.

Suddenly, an inexplicable smile appeared on Abigail's mouth.

When the order camp and the chaotic camp were at war, a new empire full of outsiders suddenly appeared, and its strength was extremely dreadful. This was something that the gods of order felt 'pleasant'.

At least, she could imagine the faces of the gods of order after this banquet was over.

This is a very strange idea, but when you think about it, it's not too strange.

The order camp is composed of many gods, and therefore has different interest groups.

And the ice and snow gods are vaguely independent, which is why the Ailan Faluo Empire is inexplicably excluded.

As for the specific reason, Abigail knows a little bit of the reason.

However, as the most staunch supporter of Alexia, the goddess of ice and snow storms, her glory and strength belong to the ice and snow gods.

However, before Abigail could think about it, she seemed to sense something, her expression suddenly condensed, and Swain's figure was reflected in her azure blue eyes.

On the white jade high platform.

The mastermind of Modrian, the core figure of the Valoran Empire, Swain suddenly turned around and bowed to the throne.

Not only Swain, but all the heroes standing on the high platform, at this moment, all bowed and lowered their eyes.

Modrian Perris!

Abigail's mind naturally came to a young and handsome face.

Since the former Valoran Territory fully occupied the Kingdom of Stoke, the information of the son of the nobleman has been placed in the intelligence system of the 17th Office of Emperor Ailan Faluo's Intelligence Department, and then passed to the Temple of Ice and Snow.

But after today's war, Abigail discovered that Modrian and the Valoran Empire were too hidden.

As far as she could see, she saw a glaze of golden light on the throne on the white jade high platform, and a familiar figure appeared, dressed in armor, holding a sharp sword, exuding wild and calm eyes.

"Modrian!"

Whispering sounded, compared to Modrian when he first read the Empire Declaration, Abigail faintly noticed a difference this time, and there was an inexplicable heavy pressure.

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Buzz!

The golden teleportation ray flickered.

Modrian's vision swayed, and the next moment he left the iron glass city full of cyberpunk atmosphere, and reappeared in the slightly silent Hall of Valor.

It is similar to the scene seen in the high-definition projection screen in the laboratory.

But on the throne, he can clearly perceive the emotional changes of everyone, especially the ugly faces of some nobles.

However, these people are not worthy of Modrian's attention at all, and even the invited VIPs, he did not cast a few glances.

The white jade high platform, in front of the golden throne.

Modrian is wearing a dark green stomach, with delicate runes engraved on the surface of the stomach, and the restrained brilliance is hidden between the iron leaves.

His eyes were lowered, and he looked at the heroes bowing in front of him, feeling extremely proud from the bottom of his heart.

Valoran can have the scene today, not only because of his own efforts, but also because of the hard work of many heroes.

It's just that when his eyes touched the blood-stained stomach and the sharp blade, he suddenly felt an unspeakable emotion in his heart.

Compared with the projection, the brilliant high-definition battle screen.

The reality he saw in front of him, in an alternative and intangible form, touched his soul.

Vaguely, Modrian's eyes seemed to penetrate the long river of time and return to the past moment.

Starfall calendar 1457, the evening of the plains.

For the first time he saw Darius, the hand of Noxus, who was famous in Valoran.

It was the arrival of Darius, armed with a sharp axe, that completely shattered the tragic fate of the son of the nobles that belonged to him.

Later, he served in the Legion of Darius and Noxus.

With help, get a foothold in the Renwall Mountains.

Not only Darius, but Modrian's eyes looked at Batian Mecha Sion, at Poppy in golden armor, at Zed in the shadows, and at the heroes standing in front of him. .....

In the past, they had to hide their brilliance and were willing to follow him, full of wind and snow, and drink up the frost.

Even if Valoran occupies the territory of the Kingdom of Stoke and becomes the master of the primitive jungle under his feet, he is still hiding his edge.

To this day, they have used their own brilliance, their own bravery, and their own blood to open up a bright road for Valoran among the thorns.

Modrian's expression remained unmoved, and his eyes became firmer.

"After all, in this continent, you have your own place to stand."

In the eyes of ordinary people, in this abyss raid, the Valoran Empire had already made adequate preparations in advance to deal with the invasion of the abyss evil god.

One trump card, one hole card, one after another, frequently raised, showing jaw-dropping terrifying power.

For Modrian, however, it was a risk and a gamble that required courage to face the consequences of losing all.

At least the cards in his hand are not enough in this war.

Apart from Zuo Yin, as well as Darius and Galen, who had stepped into the state of the god-king, he really had very little left.

Fortunately, it was all over, and the Valoran Empire finally won.

Seemingly thinking of something, Modrian looked down at the steps, the followers in the banquet hall, Cooper, Horace, Sigrid and others, as well as many others dressed in Chinese clothes with respectful expressions. noble.

Everyone in Wei Jian's field of vision lowered their eyes, bowed and saluted, silently talking about his power and status.

"My... Empire!"

Modrian clenched the giant sword in both hands, looked up at the sky, and released his majestic spiritual perception.

The next moment!

Incessant, excited and restless drums sounded in the ears;

Over the immortal fortress, the cheers of many legionnaires echoed.

In the deep child hole, the scarlet traces left on the sky are reflected, as well as the curse and mourning left by the abyss demon before he died.

Wherever the spirit can reach, one can perceive beyond the main material plane, and the lingering will of the gods is peeping at the immortal fortress and the hall of valor.

Clang!

"Valloran..."

"Wan Sheng!"

The crisp metal crash was mixed with a high roar.

Modrian pulled out his long sword, the crimson energy wrapped around the blade, pointing to the sky, to the astral world.

"Wan Sheng!"

First Swain, then Darius, Galen, Poppy, Sean, and other heroes, raised their heads almost at the same time, looked at Modrian, and shouted loudly.

"Wan Sheng!"

After that, in the banquet hall, whether it is the followers who firmly stand in Modrian's camp, or the nobles who put their interests first, they are all at this moment, and they are making voices frantically.

"Wan Sheng!"

Finally, there are many legionnaires scattered throughout the immortal fortress.

They heard the shouts from the Hall of Heroes, heard the waves howling over the grand square, and roared loudly.

In an instant, the tsunami-like sound of the mountain shook the immortal fortress, shook the sky, and shook all those who peeped.

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Outside the realm of shattered shadows, in the chaotic star realm.

The endless darkness obscured the brilliance of the evening, and a few bright stars flickered.

The gods of order, who once left because of the world-destroying snake Yerimes, once again lowered the will of the gods and overlooked the human castle in the main material plane.

Suddenly, they faintly heard the tidal wave of cheers, and the spiritual aura that enveloped them shook their will and soul.

The gods looked at the stars that streaked across the astral world with mixed emotions, and looked at the bottomless abyss that wailed.

In the end, all eyes were gathered in the Hall of Heroes, pointing to the son of the nobleman with his sword in the sky.

Witness Modrian...

Crowned as king!