League of Legends Invades Another World

Some people have never considered the inner thoughts of others, and simply think that they are the center of the world and that everything is done right, instead of reflecting on their own mistakes.

Nancy Peters, the bishop of the Temple of Power is like that.

He always considers himself, the temple of power, so he forgets the disgusting things he has done.

"The Temple of Power, a force that has been suppressed for decades, can't wait to show its power?" Modrian watched the white-haired old man who fell to the ground at the entrance of the mansion hurriedly leave, the exquisite and luxurious body The robe was stained with a lot of dust, and there was an indifferent expression at the end.

Theocracy!

I'm sorry, Valoran doesn't need it. With many heroes, he doesn't want to believe in the so-called gods.

Strength and immortality.

"The former guy who wanted to give me strength and immortality has been killed by me, so I am not rare to see the glory of the gods."

After experiencing the battle of the abyss demon, Modrian has collected a lot of information about the abyss and the gods. Before, he did not have enough strength to care about the secrets of the Kaladimos continent.

But now that he is exposed to more relevant things, he has to search for relevant information, and there are still some gains.

"The temple, a group of fanatics who believe in the so-called gods, I don't understand why you eat me like this?" Modrian whispered. The powerful appearance of the Temple of Power made him very annoying. The most important thing was before Nancy Peters left. He was clearly aware of the exposed trace of killing intent.

It seems that the silence of this period of time has caused some people to slowly forget the prestige that the Noxian cavalry used to forge by killing and blood.

Friends come with good wine, jackals come with shotguns.

The northern part of the kingdom will once again see the red-bottomed double-edged axe flag flying in the blue sky!

"Gregory, I will arrange for the Shadow Streamers to cooperate with you. I hope I can receive good news from you before I leave." Modry quietly looked at the blooming town of Irvingdale, his brown pupils panning inside. There are red ripples.

However, in the conversation with Nancy, he still had some gains, some speculations about the internal news of the kingdom.

Has the dark tide of the royal capital already flowed here? It seems that it will soon sweep the entire Stoke Kingdom.

All he has to do is to clean the rear, he hates the feeling of being spied on.

"Yes, Lord Lord." Gregory calmed down, his firm face showed a trace of killing intent, and the blood of the Noxians was silent for a while, and it was time to release the desire to fight in the lower body.

............

On December 20, 1458, the town of Irvingdale ushered in a black purge in the early morning.

Heavy cavalry in jet black armor mixed with some blood red cavalry stationed in the main street entrance of the town, and respectively carried out raids on some gentlemen's residences, hidden buildings and mercenary residences.

The shattered door wall, shrill screams, gathered together, cutting through the noisy and bustling sky.

In the face of these fierce intruders, most believers decisively give up their beliefs in their hearts. After all, relative to life, the ethereal beliefs are not enough to make them feel safe.

As for the rebels, of course there are also.

It is a pity that facing the Noxian soldiers, those fanatics turned into stiff corpses, and even the carved and lifelike statues of the **** of power were completely destroyed.

The gaze of the **** of strength! ? It seems that when believers face these disasters, they have no intention of helping at all.

A faint smell of blood wafted over the town, and everyone watched carefully the group of black heavy cavalry running back and forth, for fear of being contaminated.

They also heard some relevant gossip that Baron Modrian, the owner of the Valoran collar, officially issued a decree prohibiting any residents of the Valoran collar from worshiping the **** of power.

"Guru........ Is this what you call the Noxian heavy cavalry?" Horace swallowed, looking dull as the scarlet cavalry that released life energy was reaping and resisting mercilessly. Life.

"Of course, it's these guys, heavy cavalry made up of extraordinary knights." Congreve heard the guy's question, and a flush of hangover appeared on his face.

The ale in the tavern is indeed energetic. After a night of sleep, he can still feel the pain in his mind, but it does not prevent him from recalling the scene.

This picture was always engraved in his mind: A blood-red heavy cavalry with no more than twenty people rushed to the noble coalition force, setting off a series of terrifying killings.

"Extraordinary knight!?" Horace's eyes flashed with confusion. Even in the capital of Stoke Kingdom, he rarely saw such a terrifying heavy cavalry, but he saw it in this bitterly cold northern territory.

Immediately, he remembered some rumors, the news of defeating the Ace Legion-Iron Thorns Heavy Cavalry, seemed to be true.

"Lead Valoran, what kind of secret is in this rising territory?" Horace whispered, clenching his fists subconsciously.

He woke up after a hangover in the tavern and found that the shackles that had held him to break through had been loosened. Perhaps after working hard for a period of time, his strength would reach another level.

This is just the effect of a glass of ale!

............

Click!

The white jade scepter suddenly smashed the teapot on the luxurious table top, and the hot boiling water flowed down the table legs onto the soft red carpet.

"Mo...de...ri...an, deceive people too much!" Nancy Peters panted heavily, her hypocritical smile had long since disappeared, and a touch of anger rose in her flushed eyes.

Phoo~hoo~hoo!

Nancy Peters kept taking deep breaths~www.NovelMTL.com~ calming down the excitement in his heart, he should have expected everything when he left the garrison mansion, but the humiliation of being thrown out made him lose his cool head.

"How about the loss?"

"Under the bishop's crown, almost all our strongholds in Irvingdale have been cleared." A shivering priest said with a shiver.

"Some missionaries who were too late to leave and believers who resisted a little were killed on the spot by those barbaric auras, and the image of God the Father was also destroyed a lot."

Bang!

The red carpet burst and fluffy fluttered, covering the room.

"Damn it, blasphemer, you will pay the price." Nancy held the white jade scepter in her hand and slammed the carpet, a rush of golden life energy, clearing the fluttering wool.

"Where did Chapman go down? Send someone to find him. I need to make some arrangements."

"Yes, under the crown of the bishop." The pale-faced priest carefully exited the room and closed the door gently.

Nancy walked a few steps forward and stood in front of the windowsill. This was a three-story building. He could easily see the thriving town of Irvingdale, and then he looked towards the Renwall Mountains.

"Such a prosperous and potential Valoran collar, my power temple is bound to win, and this is also the best gift for the temple's comeback."

"It's just a mere baron of real power, dare to refuse us, who gave you the confidence!?"

"Knight commander, haha, I don't know how many people are in Irvingdale town, but I haven't killed them in the Temple of Power."

"You will definitely regret everything you did today, Modrian!"

Murderous words echoed in the room, and Nancy looked up suddenly, the gentleness on the old face had long since disappeared, leaving only a trace of hideousness and horror.