League of Legends Invades Another World

Limon Tanlu, King of Stoke.

The power temple in the southeast corner is sparsely visible, and under the solemn atmosphere, there are occasionally one or two believers and priests passing by in the spacious and solemn complex.

"This familiar power........ Is a certain consciousness of the Father God coming?"

Agnes Rodney, the helm of the Temple of Power in the Kingdom of Stoke, is also one of the red archbishops of the Temple of Power, who truly stands at the pinnacle of the Kingdom of Stoke.

He walked out of the quiet room, slowly floating in the air, his calm eyes looked towards the north of the kingdom.

"Did something happen to Nancy Peters?"

The look of hesitation flashed away, Agnes sighed softly. He felt the touch of the space scroll given to Nancy before, and now the breath of Father God descended from the northern part of the kingdom. Obviously, there was something uncontrollable there. .

The most important thing is the timing. He cannot leave the capital easily.

After waiting for many years, the old king who has always controlled the kingdom and suppressed many temples and missionaries finally heard the news that he was seriously ill. He could not give up here. The layout of the Temple of Power for many years is slowly closing the net, and many hidden forces are hidden in the dark. Also staring at his movements.

"The coming of God the Father's consciousness should be able to solve the problems there, but I don't know what happened, and I have to use my life to call the name of God the Father."

To praise the true name with the strength of the bishop, it is inevitable to pay some price.

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

The Gate of Sorrow, the kingdom's war barrier, the highest military power in the North.

A faint blue light flashed across the dark chamber, and the knight in armor opened his eyes, and the faint black energy dissipated. He looked at the Renwall Mountains, where he felt the danger of heart palpitations.

"The consciousness of the gods descends? Who has violated the interests of the gods?"

"Wait, Lunwall Mountains, is Baron Modrian?" A pair of white and slender palms arranged messy blue hair, revealing cold eyes and an indifferent face.

"It's really a restless little guy, it's an iron plate! I don't know which god's consciousness came."

"Shooting at this point in time, is it going to intensify the scope of the vortex?"

The low muttering sound rang out in the secret room, and finally disappeared into the invisible, restoring the quiet and silent environment.

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

Huh!

The screaming bird chirping sounded, breaking the stagnant time and space at this moment!

A sky-blue blue bird emerged from the mountains in the distance, accompanied by a strong wind, blowing the golden-rendered sky with rippling starting points, slowly rippling like waves.

The next moment, the blue bird rose into the sky, like an eagle fighting the sky, hitting the closed golden eyes!

Hum!

The cyan ripples and golden brilliance touched each other, and the invisible waves spread, distorting transparent folds, and the sun shone, reflecting the colorful light.

"Who is it? Dare to attack my consciousness..."

Click!

Visible to the naked eye, the golden eyes that were always closed wanted to open slightly, but the blue bird always shuttled in the void, leaving traces of cyan, running through the sky, stitching around the sides of the eyes.

The crisp voice of struggling kept resounding, like the last madness and helplessness of an addicted person, but everything was in vain after all.

[Hurricane whistling]!

A strong blue wind swept past, bringing up countless chaotic energy, forming a huge twisted tornado vortex, with a sky blue blue bird in the center.

"The end is here!"

Huh!

A blue tornado with a diameter of several tens of meters, guided by the violent blue bird, rose into the sky, and slammed into the trapped golden eyes like lightning.

Click!

The sound of glass breaking echoed over the town of Irvingdale, and the golden eyes slowly shattered under the attack of the cyan tornado, and the overflowing golden light fell like a drizzle, quietly immersing in this space and time.

"I remember your breath..." The golden eyes shattered, a voice of sacred majesty echoed, and then the blue breeze blew, leaving no trace.

The soaring blue bird is unheard of, every time she **** her wings in the pure blue sky, a faint and transparent breeze will be set off.

With its wings hanging down, the blue bird hung upside down, and the breeze followed behind, blowing away the remaining golden brilliance.

At this moment, the town of Irvingdale seemed to be covered by a blue breeze, the golden sky once rendered was fading, and the white clouds gathered and drifted away again.

Above Modrian's head, the blue bird hovered, crowed a few times, and then turned into an elegant and beautiful girl.

The elegant plain clothes set off the tall and plump figure, and the white long hair shawl slightly conceals the long pointed ears.

Seeing Modrian, Jana bent her knees slightly, put her right hand on her slender waist with a white sleeve, and the rippling breeze danced like an elf in the wind.

"Sorry, Lord Lord, I am late."

"It's okay." Modrian raised his head and stared at Gana in front of him, his white face showing a faint smile. "I didn't expect that the assassination operation organized by the Temple of Power would have such twists and turns, and even attracted the attention of someone."

"However, judging from the situation encountered this time, we can't underestimate any temple, because there is no guarantee that some old monsters will suddenly appear."

Slightly moving his stiff body, he recalled the extraordinary confrontation just now, which was more suffocating and oppressive than the Devil Legend.

"Can you find out the specific strength of that person?"

Jana frowned slightly ~www.NovelMTL.com~ her elegant face showed a trace of dignity. "That should only be the coming of the consciousness, not the ontology."

"As for his strength..." Jana hesitated for a while and continued. "I don't know, it should be above the legend, and even higher is possible."

"Because of the strength of the conscious body that descends, there is the strength to enter the legend!"

Hearing this, Modrian looked up at the sky, and the remaining golden drizzle still slowly fell, and did not interfere with the cyan breeze, and disappeared in the sky.

"How does it compare to your strength?" Modrian asked suddenly.

"I am inferior to him now." Jana said calmly, looking sideways at the sky. "However, if we meet again in the future, I believe that I will never be weaker than him at that time."

Proud Gana!

Modrian looked at Jana, who was as confident as a queen at this time, and inexplicably believed what she said. This is the unique charm of every Valoran mainland hero.

Not only Jana, but also many other heroes who are now following him.

He believes that these heroes will rebloom their own great deeds in the mainland of Kalademos.

"Jie, arrange for follow-up processing. I don't want to see any power in the Temple of Power in Valoran collar and surrounding areas."

"Yes, Lord Lord!" The shadow was distorted, and Jie's figure disappeared.

Afterwards, the clean-up operation officially began. The Shadow Streamers cooperated with the Noxian soldiers to remove the remaining hands of the Valoran collar of the Temple of Power, and notified the surrounding areas affected by the radiation to prohibit the Temple of Power from spreading beliefs.

This is a **** deterrence. With the terrifying power that Modrian exposed, no one chooses to refuse at this moment.