LOL: Summoner of Goddess Janna

Zaun and Piltover, Coast.

The coastal defense embankments that took hundreds of years to be built in the twin cities have now become the best defensive position for the leader.

But facing the boundless sea of ​​the dead in front of us, even this towering embankment that can withstand hurricanes and tsunamis still cannot give people any sense of security.

The setting sun has gradually dimmed, but the sea is as bright as day.

This is not a reflection of city lights, but an endless stream of undead emitting fluorescent will-o'-the-wisps, rushing towards us like a tsunami.

The goddess Janna, who was originally guarding everyone, is now trapped by the enemy in the huge barrier formed by the undead black mist, and has not been able to break free.

Now, the leader can only rely on himself.

As a result, the world's most prosperous seaport has become the world's most intense battlefield.

"Fire! Fire!" This hoarse roar echoed throughout the battlefield.

Hundreds of Jinx rocket launchers roared in unison, and the dense rockets drew tens of thousands of brilliant tail flames in the air, and finally roared down like meteors and fire rain toward the sea occupied by the undead.

At the same time, thousands of Hex laser cannons released dazzling blue magic light. Thousands of blazing death rays pierced through the clouds like swords piercing the sky, facing the raging wave of undead.

The bullets from the heavy machine guns are like a never-ending rainstorm, setting off an airtight steel storm on the sea.

Thousands of barrels of alchemical fuel were thrown into the sea, building blazing walls of fire on the sea to resist the undead.

Rocket launchers and howitzers have now become the most addictive toys in the Twin Cities.

Everyone on the coast seemed to be possessed by Jinx. Everyone was frantically firing, reloading, firing, reloading... pouring firepower forward all the time.

.......

As a result, thousands of beams of light bloomed on the sea, thousands of fire clouds rose, waves of iron rain poured away, and walls of fire rose into the sky one after another.

Countless undead souls disintegrated and dispersed amidst the sounds of explosions and burnings, turning into bright spots of light that filled the sky.

It’s unknown how many tons of seawater evaporated into mist in this light, condensing into countless black clouds mixed with gunpowder smoke.

This scene is so magnificent.

The 300 years of industrial accumulation in Zaun and Piltover, and the most advanced productivity in Runeterra, turned into the purest and most terrifying destructive power at this moment.

This power can be described as devastating.

However, no matter how sharp the knife is, it can't cut through the water, and no matter how fierce the firepower is, it can't stop the wave of undead.

No matter how much ammunition the Wind Leaders poured into the sea, how many souls they saved, how much they bombed the sea of ​​the undead into pieces, and how cleanly it evaporated.

They could only watch helplessly as the undead poured out of the gate of the underworld like an unstoppable flood, and once again gathered on the sea to form an unstoppable tsunami of death.

"Hold on! Persistence is victory! Goddess Janna is also fighting, and she needs us to hold on!"

"If you hold on firmly, there will be a solution!" In despair, the leaders began to cheer each other up.

But there are also many people like Miss Zeli, who are jealous under this increasingly severe situation, which triggers the passivity of the Zaan people and greets the family members of the undead: "Fuck you!"

"I can't kill them all no matter what! What the hell?!"

She glanced at the sea, seeing the undead approaching more and more despite the fierce artillery fire.

She glanced at the sky again, the black mist that still trapped Janna tightly in it.

Can we really win?

Even though Zeli had a firm belief, she instinctively beat the drum in her heart.

Although the intensive long-range firepower of the Twin Cities has successfully blocked the impact of the undead wave in the past period of time.

But the enemy's strength seemed unlimited.

However, the magic power of her and other mages, the physical strength of the soldiers, and the ammunition for rockets, machine guns, and laser cannons are all limited.

How long do they have to hold on? When will victory come?

If it doesn't come, the Twin Cities will be doomed!

Zeli was furious, but she didn't flinch at the moment.

"Strongly penetrate the laser!" She played the role of a humanoid turret, frantically releasing magic power towards the undead wave.

The lightning beam shot out in the flash of lightning, penetrated thousands of meters across the sky, and melted countless undead souls.

Along with the high-temperature water mist, the high-voltage current that escaped quickly merged into the sea. Through the conduction of the sea water, it instantly wiped out all life within a radius of hundreds of meters.

There was just a small gap in the sea of ​​undead.

But that's just a small gap.

Within a few seconds, before the evaporating clouds and mist even had time to disperse, Zeli saw in despair that more undead souls broke through the mist and rushed in like a tide.

The gap quickly healed, and the undead army's offensive was even stronger than before.

"Fuck!" Zeli didn't have the self-consciousness of a beautiful girl at all, and couldn't help but cursed harshly.

She is a genius thunder element user.

According to the latest magician professional level standards introduced by the Leader, she is already a second-level magician with a deputy senior professional title before she reaches the age of high school.

But even so, she was still so powerless in the face of the endless army of undead.

How long can she hold on? What about the rest?

"Strongly penetrate the laser!" She didn't have time to think about it.

Zeli could only grit her teeth to suppress the increasingly intense feeling of despair, and then continued to output with all her strength.

"Strongly penetrate the laser!"

"Strongly penetrate the laser!"

"Strong penetration...laser!"

"Huh... force through... uh... laser!"

Sweat soaked the girl's cheeks. The electric light surrounding Zeli became weaker and weaker, and the magic beam shot out became less and less powerful.

"I..." She couldn't hold on anymore.

She really couldn't fight anymore, there was no blue left at all.

Zeli retreated to the back of the position dejectedly and collapsed on the ground.

She looked at her comrades beside her. Some of them have broken the barrels of their guns, and some of them have used up all the shells.

There are only a few dozen barrels of alchemical fuel left on the battlefield.

The Hex automatic turrets also collectively ceased fire due to exhaustion of energy.

Although everyone is still fighting with all their strength, the situation is inevitably developing in a bad direction.

Looking around, the sea several kilometers away from the gate of the underworld to the coast of the Twin Cities is filled with desperate fluorescent will-o'-the-wisps.

The undead army is getting closer and closer, and is about to approach the coast and devour everything in Zaun and Piltover.

"What should we do? How long can we hold on?" Zeli looked at the black mist trapping the goddess Janna from a distance, feeling increasingly desperate.

Maybe, she will die here today?

Her parents, family, friends and neighbors will also meet the end of their lives on this day.

Janna's struggle for sovereignty and the ideal of world unity are also...

"Buzz--" The roar of a truck engine interrupted Zeli's increasingly pessimistic thoughts.

The truck drove quickly up the coast and stopped steadily in front of her position.

Zeli took a closer look and saw that it was a tanker truck transporting alchemical fuel.

And the person driving the car was...

"Chuck?" Zelie recognized her hair.

"Zelie!" Chuck suddenly jumped down from the tanker truck.

"You..." Zeli's mood became increasingly complicated.

She knew that Chuck had successfully graduated from technical school and was now interning at Zaun Alchemy Fuel Group.

If it weren't for this sudden war, he might have ended his internship soon and went to Shurima as a foreign aid technician for the second-line construction plan.

Chuck worked as a technical worker in Shurima, and she worked as an electromagnetics researcher in Zaun. They all had a bright future.

But now, everything is ruined.

"You..." Zeli was filled with sadness. But she still managed to stand up from the ground and looked thoughtfully at the oil tanker: "Are you here to deliver alchemical fuel?"

"Yes." Chuck didn't have time to exchange small greetings.

He nodded in response, quickly opened the valve of the oil tanker, and threw the oil pipeline directly into the sea.

Dozens of tons of alchemical fuel poured down, creating a sticky fluorescent green waterfall outside the dam.

Looking around, there are many such oil tankers on other positions, discharging fuel into the sea at the same time.

This fuel floats on the coast and spreads rapidly with the sea water, gradually forming a last line of defense on the seashore that can turn into a sea of ​​​​fire at any time.

"I see..." Zeli understood.

The alchemical fuel invented by the alchemists of Zaun is extremely polluting, but its calorific value and combustion efficiency are extremely high.

The flying skateboard invented by Ike uses this kind of fuel. The small fuel tank and extremely limited fuel are enough for one person to gallop in the sky for a long time.

To deal with the endless waves of undead, this kind of alchemical fuel, which can burn for a long time and cause sustained damage to a large area, is more useful than high-tech weapons such as Hex laser cannons.

"But weren't the alchemical fuel reserves in the Twin Cities emptied before the war? Where did these temporarily replenished alchemical fuel come from?" Zeli asked in confusion.

Chuck replied while busy: "Part of it comes from concentrated donations from residents."

While the Leader soldiers were fighting bloody battles on the front line, the citizens of the two cities behind were not idle either.

Under the organization of community cadres, they collected the fuel of private cars, loaded them into cars, and sent them to the front line.

"There are also some that are temporarily synthesized and produced by our factory." Chuck added.

"What?" Zeli was slightly stunned.

She was a little in disbelief: "Your refining fuel factory is still producing?"

Zeli couldn't help but turn around. The factory was not far behind the position, only a few feet away from the continuous artillery fire.

Only then did she realize belatedly that while she was trying her best to block the enemy, the factory behind her was always spewing out dark green alchemical waste gas without stopping for a moment.

"You...why don't you go to the ditch area to take refuge?"

"Why are we taking refuge?" Chuck replied with a smile: "If Mordekaiser comes in, we will die wherever we hide."

"So everyone decided that we will stay in the factory and continue to maintain production."

Zeli bit her lip with a complicated expression: "But this is just a drop in the bucket."

"A glass of water is also water." Chuck said firmly: "If you can produce one more cup of alchemical fuel, you can eliminate one more Japs."

Zeli was speechless. She choked up inexplicably.

And Chuck has completed his mission of dumping fuel.

"I have to go back and continue loading oil." Time was running out, so he didn't stop too much. He just left Zeli behind in a hurry, then turned around and ran towards the oil tanker with the oil hose in his arms.

But at the last moment before getting into the car, Chuck stopped.

He turned around and said, "Zelie."

"Huh?" Zeli raised her head.

Chuck hadn't spoken yet, but his hand holding the car door was trembling slightly.

"This..." Zeli finally noticed something strange about him.

Yeah...Chuck is scared too. He is not as determined as he seems.

He is just a mortal, an ordinary worker who has never seen the big world.

The most shocking scene he had ever seen in the past was probably the arrival of the goddess Janna. But the goddess protects him and will not be feared.

Therefore, at the moment when he stood at the forefront of the position and stood on the edge of the embankment, the fluorescent will-o'-the-wisp that blocked the sun and overwhelmed the mountains must have shocked this mortal's heart.

This horrific scene of the end of the world is enough to make a brave knight collapse.

but...

Chuck hesitated for a moment, but what he finally said was: "1. We must win, Comrade Zeli!"

He clenched his trembling hand into a firm fist: "See you again after victory."

Zeli: "..."

She and Chuck looked at each other silently, and then looked behind Chuck at the city they were guarding together.

She thought of Zu'an back then, then the present, and their ideal future.

"Yeah!" Electric light surged around the girl again: "We will definitely win!"

A surge of power suddenly emerged from her exhausted body.

This is not a description of nothingness, but the embodied willpower and the potential of human beings bursting from the depths of the soul.

"See you after victory, Comrade Chuck!" As the lightning flashed, Zeli said her final farewell.

"Yeah!" Chuck sat in the cab and responded with a smile: "When Mordekaiser is beaten away, I will treat you to the Demon Marsh Frog."

"Yeah!" Zeli nodded heavily: "I promise, you can't live without me, the Demon Swamp Frog."

The truck drove away slowly, carrying the leader's firm oath.

And just then...

"Demon Swamp Frog?" Zeli was slightly startled.

No, it's not the marsh frog...it's the uncle who sells the marsh frog, an old acquaintance of her and Chuck.

The snack bar owner also boarded the coast and came to the frontline battlefield - just passing by Chuck as he drove away.

"Uncle, you..." She was about to ask him what he was doing here.

But don’t ask.

Because this snack bar owner did not come alone.

He held a machine gun in his arms and ammunition on his back, followed by a group of citizens from the twin cities who were also heavily armed.

"The 1st Battalion, 3rd Company and 2nd Platoon of the Zu'an Militia, a total of 30 people, are here to support us!" The owner of the snack bar stood at attention in front of the position and announced his home loudly.

Apparently he was brought in as a reserve addition to the city militia.

"Uncle..." Zeli couldn't believe it: "You really fell in love with me?"

Although she knew that this uncle of the Demon Swamp Frog understood the theories of the Wind Leader, and he had also actively participated in various activities organized by the Wind Leader, including the city militia training.

But we are all neighbors. How good is his "leader"? Can Zeli still not know?

This snack bar owner is seen by others as a master of Janna theory and a pure folk leader;

But the neighbors who knew him privately nicknamed him "Leading Lover."

There is no other reason...

It's just that this person is better at theoretical research than Livy and talks about more principles than anyone else. But when I check the thread of faith, I find that he is just a wind chaser with shallow faith.

He usually behaves actively and participates in all activities in Zuan City, but he is never seen to truly participate in the struggle and devote himself to construction.

It is obvious that the leader is extremely short of grassroots cadres for foreign aid, but he, a master of theory, has not signed up to support the second line.

In addition, he always likes to chat with diners about Janna theory, showing his profound theoretical knowledge...

So over time, people began to call him a "leading enthusiast" and a "verbal revolutionary."

And this kind of yin and yang evaluation became more and more popular among the neighbors as the snack bar owner's business grew stronger and bigger, and he gradually started to drive luxury cars and wear famous brands.

Some are out of jealousy, while others truly believe that he has finally revealed the tail of the Ben family...

Gradually, even Zeli, who had a good relationship with him, was affected by public opinion and began to doubt his beliefs and began to think that he was just a leader enthusiast.

But now, at this most dangerous moment...

But he really came.

"Hey... girl, why are you looking at me like that?" As soon as he saw Zeli's strange look, the snack bar owner knew what she was thinking.

“You think I’m going to be scared and escape being called up by the militia like a coward?”

"Haha.." Zeli laughed dryly.

"Don't underestimate people!" The snack bar owner shouted firmly: "Now I am also a real leader!"

As he spoke, he proudly displayed the thread of his faith.

The thread of faith is so bright and bright, not at all as dull as before.

"Uncle..." Zeli stopped laughing.

In front of this thread of faith, all negative impressions in the past are meaningless. she knows:

"Zeli, we are comrades now." The snack bar owner stepped forward and solemnly extended his hand to her: "Let us fight side by side!"

"...Hmm!" Zeli looked serious.

The two hands were clasped together. The greasy face of the snack bar owner also looked so determined at this time.

Then...he glanced at the sea and saw the group of undead rushing towards him.

"What the fuck?!" Zu An blurted out.

The thread of faith suddenly scared away hundreds of lumens.

"Uncle." Zeli persuaded with a strange expression while firing lasers to block the undead army: "Why don't you go back?"

"I..." The snack bar owner swallowed nervously.

Facing the vast sea-like army of the undead, his performance was a hundred times worse than Chuck's.

His forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his body was shaking violently. At first glance, he seemed unable to even stand.

But in the end...

"No! I won't leave!" He gritted his teeth and set up the machine gun tremblingly: "I don't want to be a leader anymore!"

"I want to be a leader! A true leader!"

"You can't do this, uncle." Zeli said without looking back: "Being a leader is not an honorary title."

“If you aspire to be a leader just for the sake of fame, you will never become a true leader.”

The snack bar owner was silent and did not answer.

But the next second, gunfire rang out. The machine gun spit out angry fire and blasted into the sea of ​​undead.

He didn't run away in fear, he joined the fight.

"Uncle." Zeli turned around and realized in surprise: "You..."

His thread of faith, which had been so frightened that it had become so dark, actually became bright again.

"Zeli, the reason why I have to be the leader is not just about reputation."

"I..." the snack bar owner replied tremblingly: "I must become a real leader——"

"Because only in this way can I contribute more power to the goddess Janna, and we can win. We can..."

"You can't go back to the past! You can't be a slave!" He yelled loudly.

Not only him, but also other reserve militiamen who came to support have also been sublimated in their faith.

Almost everyone in the Twin Cities understands the leader's thoughts and theories. But not everyone can possess the selfless sacrificial spirit of the leader and have true and pure faith.

but now...

Every citizen of the Shuang Cities who did not flinch after seeing the undead army and insisted on staying on this defensive line has become a real leader like the snack bar owner.

Gradually, the snack bar owner's hands stopped shaking.

His thread of faith was dazzling and bright, stretching far away to the black mist barrier, transmitting power to Janna.

"Zeli." The owner of the snack bar squeezed the trigger tightly with his finger, and a fearless smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth: "After the war is over, I will treat you to a magic swamp frog."

"Yes." Zeli's eyes flashed with blazing lightning: "See you after victory——"

"Comrade."