League of Legends Invades Another World

Si!

There was a bone-bearing wound in front of the shriveled right chest cavity. The crimson heart beat slightly, and the pitch-black blood dripped down the torn black robe into the pile of withered and rotting corpses.

The aging old man seemed to feel no pain. With his wrinkled right hand, he took out a piece of pure white paper from the cracked chest cavity. It was smooth and soft, bright in color, and not stained with blood.

"Master Kadir, you can directly contact the supreme crown on the white paper." The black robe old man carefully held the white paper flat with both hands, and handed it to the noble young master in front of him, his chaotic eyes filled with madness and enthusiasm.

The ancient myths circulated once told that holding the white paper of the devil can directly get in touch with the devil behind it through a specific ritual circle, and obtain unimaginable power!

Kadir took the white paper and felt a sense of smoothness, a feeling similar to human skin, or just like that............

The old man’s whispering whispered slowly in his ears. It was a special syllable that was once familiar, the language from the abyss, and it belonged to the unique civilization of demons and demons.

Settling down, Kadir took a deep breath, bowed his head and followed the old man in singing the so-called blessings.

With the continuous sounding of different syllables, the blood-soaked ritual array shone with dazzling red brilliance, and the slender lines burned like flames, dotted with the dark environment.

Two deep chanting sounds intertwined, and in a trance, Kadir heard the strange sound coming back in his ears. There were obviously only two people around, but the resounding echoes grew more and more, as if countless. People are praying together.

In the black mist, invisible corners, inexplicable shadows wriggled along with the words of prayer.

Gradually, the weird and ugly crimson statue in the center of the blood ritual circle lit up with a dim red halo, evil aura permeated the air, and the indifferent black mist surged, gathering in the sky above the circle, turning into a hideous fangs and claws. Ghosts.

It seems that there is someone who is paying attention to this secret room, paying attention to the ritual circle here.

"Huh? Is this the Lord's response? The birth of another demon blood?" The old man in black robe looked at the inexplicably changed ritual circle, his pale face showed a look of surprise, then disappeared again, and he chanted again softly. Famous for chanting.

"This is the best gift to the Lord. An aristocratic young master with pure blood, a professional with outstanding talent, is the best'container'."

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Limontanlu, an ancient city of nearly a thousand years, the political center and trade center of the Kingdom of Stoke.

If the city of Edaras is the shining pearl of the Silverpine province in the northern part of the kingdom, then Limon Tanlu is the most shining pearl of the Kingdom of Stoke.

This majestic city attracts wanderers from all over the continent of Karadimos every day, including but not limited to mercenaries and traders, as well as tourists of many other races.

At the intersection of the sky and the ground, the old and majestic city wall stands, and the crowded people spread along the gray straight road to the heavy city gate. Compared with the previous slightly looser inspection system, the current Limontanlu looks like a martial law and is responsible for guarding. The soldiers of the Royal Guards strictly inspected every pedestrian.

The news that the king was seriously ill was spreading and spreading rumors, flooded with lively taverns and unusually active gatherings, as if there was a sense of unexplainable depression spilling over the city.

Da da! Da da!

The hurried horses hooves rang on the gray straight road, and a black cavalry team rushed from the northern plains. They did not choose to line up like those civilian businessmen, but set foot on a sparsely numbered wide road.

The privileges of the nobles are very eye-catching at the moment. The black cavalry slowly controlled the speed at which they stepped off their horses, and slowly approached this imposing and majestic city.

Worsman clamped the horse's belly, jumped across the queue, holding the baronial decree signed and confirmed by the king and the aristocratic council, handed it to the centurion of the royal guards, and waited silently.

After a rough glance at the decree, the young centurion waved his hand to signal the soldiers behind him to disperse and make a passable road. There are clear regulations in the laws of the kingdom, and nobles have the priority to enter any city.

In the eyes of many ‘ordinary people’ who are still waiting silently and suffering the baptism of the sun, the envy is undisguised, and the hot eyes are embarrassing and enchanting.

As the horse galloped, a group of black figures disappeared into the deep and dim city gate wall and stepped into the center of the storm.

"Centurion Lindsay, the commander wants you to go up." A messenger hurried down the steps of the city wall, saluting.

commander? Lin Sai frowned slightly, and he wondered why Lord Hewlett would let him pass at this time. It seems that there is no noteworthy situation today. Could it be the baron lord from the northern part of the kingdom who has just released?

In the silent city gate, Hewlett stood alone at the lookout, the black cavalry figure melted into Limontanlu in his vision, and his face appeared in thought. He saw a familiar figure in it, a figure who should have left forever. Guy from Tok Kingdom.

Boom!

"Master Hewlett!"

The crisp knock on the door was mixed with the firm voice of Centurion Lindsay, awakening the fascinated Hewlett, the commander in charge of the Royal Guards.

"come in!"

The door opened, Lin Sai was wearing silver armor, holding a helmet in his left hand, and placing his right hand on his left chest to perform a standard aristocratic etiquette toward Hewlett.

"What is the origin of the nobles who have just entered the royal capital? I have never seen it before." Hewlett, adhering to the characteristics of a soldier, straightforwardly asked. Lord of Valoran in the north. "A look of surprise flashed in Lin Sai's eyes, and he didn't expect that the northern nobleman would actually attract the attention of Lord Hewlett.

Hewlett Lindbergh Darre, one of the three commanders of the Royal Guards, the real upper-class figure of the royal capital, not to mention his surname, the Darre family, the top nobleman of the Stoke Kingdom, and he I am a mainstay figure in the Dal family.

"House Perris, Viscount Scarlet, Modrian!" Hewlett showed a thoughtful look. In recent years, he has always seen Modrian's name in intelligence messages in the northern part of the kingdom.

"A follower of the knight commander level, no wonder this, coupled with the elite cavalry that can be called the trump card, do you also want to participate in this storm feast?"

The sense of danger, this was Hewlett's first feeling from the cavalry team, and the same blood flowing from the little guy who wanted to hide himself, allowing him to easily recognize his true identity.

"Horace Lindbergh Dahler, little guy, you shouldn't be back at this time!"

"Vengeance requires timing, but the harm you inflict on others will also abruptly rise in the turbulent vortex of the storm."

Hewlett glanced at Lindsay in front of him and said softly, "Forget about the people I saw today. I don't want to see Modrian's name on the registration form."

"Yes!" Lin Sai said in a salute, and then exited the city gate.

No one cared that the Centurion Lindsey didn't go to the city gate for the first time after walking down the steps of the city wall, but after leaving for a while, Shi Shiran stood under the old towering city gate.

The old will pass away, and the new future is where we belong. Everyone has the right to choose!