League of Legends Invades Another World Chapter 619

The golden red light covered the sky, and the dull and suffocating pressure enveloped Chiyan City.

Galen, wearing platinum armor in the middle of the city, hovering quietly, holding the sword of sacred justice, a touch of blood-red energy that cuts through the extreme brilliance of the sharp edge, releasing majestic power fluctuations, guarding the city below.

As his eyes turned, Galen looked around.

The dark and gloomy sky showed wisps of agitated scarlet aura, like an abyssal pan-conscious resurrection, but it was different.

Hum!

The mental perception was pervasive, and Galen's body trembled and quickly returned to normal.

He noticed that two stalwart wills descended on Chiyan City, like a mountain overturning, oppressing his shoulders and body.

"When will the Mokawi abandon their previous suspicions and choose to cooperate with the Zmich?" Galen said immediately, his firm face showing a dignified look.

The Mokawi, one of the thirteen blood clans, was originally the hegemonic power of the Abyss of Original Sin, and behind it was a blood ancestor whose strength could be compared to the gods.

The Tsmich clan is not to mention too much. As one of the thirteen clan clans of the blood clan, it is the overlord power of the eighth abyss: the abyss of pain.

The relationship between the two can be traced back to the birth of the blood family.

But now I don't know why, the Mokawi and Tsmish tribes actually united, and at the same time a strong man descended in Chiyan City.

"Cooperation? You are right to think so, as for what we want to do..."

"It's very simple, stop you from leaving the abyss of original sin." The stalwart will shook, and the cold and suppressed voice echoed in the pale red sky.

"Of course, you still have a choice."

"Hand over the artifact in your hand, and we will let you leave the abyss of original sin!"

Hearing that, Galen raised his eyebrows lightly, and Leng Li's killing intent appeared in the depths of his eyes. He didn't think he could leave safely by handing over the sword of sacred justice.

And want him to hand over the sword of sacred justice, this is impossible, unless it is taken from his body.

"I'm very curious, you just believe those guys and can destroy the Valoran collar?" Galen said in a deep voice, expressing his inner doubts.

An atmosphere of silence permeated.

The two stalwart wills that came to see Galen looked confident, there was a moment of hesitation, and then invisible energy fluctuations suddenly appeared, as if they were communicating.

After a while, a calm and cold voice sounded in Galen's ears, as if a poisonous snake was wrapped around his neck, and gently spit out a snake letter: "Of course, we don't think Valoran collar can withstand the coming disaster."

Clang!

The sharp blade was unsheathed, and a silver-white light bloomed, extinguishing the slight will of the body.

Galen stared at the vaguely stalwart will in front of him, and said softly: "Then we will wait and see! I also hope that you can withstand Valoran's subsequent liquidation."

Buzzing! Buzzing! Buzzing!

The will of the stalwart is revived, the red and sticky blood phantom is densely covered in the sky, and two slender figures in red robes are faintly visible.

"Are you forcing us to do it?"

As soon as the words fell, dense blood-colored lightning descended on Chiyan City, and the terrifying aura of ruining the heavens and the earth poured down like a flood of opening gates.

"You can think so!"

Galen did not retreat, his expression was fearless, and he held the sword of sacred justice in both hands, looking at the strong blood clan in front of him, the rich silver-white glow rose up.

What about two guys who are suspected of possessing the power of gods?

Hidden head and exposed tail, vulnerable!

Roar!

The lion roar sounded as deep as a bell, and a silver-blue male lion appeared at Galen's feet, his domineering and savage eyes looked at the two red phantoms in the sky.

At this moment, in Chiyan City.

Whether it is a soldier of the Fearless Vanguard Corps, a soldier of Demacia, or a fire boy of the abyss, they all perceive the world-destroying horror aura that fills the depths of the soul.

In the far north, the northern snow tower stands in the world of ice and snow.

Chaos of elemental energy tides are densely distributed in the sky dome of the mage group towers, and occasionally traces of spells can be seen from the walls of some high towers.

This shows that the snow tower in the north is also plagued by the invasion of the abyss, and even the intensity of the attack is beyond imagination.

After all, most of the powerful spellcasters who can build the Mage Tower inside the Snow Tower in the North are high-level wizards, and there are not a few legendary wizards.

The traces of the battle left now show the intensity of the battle at that time.

In the central area, the top of the blue and white tower.

An old mage wearing a white robe stared blankly at the dome, a slab of mud that was badly damaged, like a broken fragment.

"Fate slab (fragment), is someone coveting the position of the Lord of Destiny? Or do you want to spy on the path of destiny?" The old mage said in a low voice, and his old face couldn't see any emotions.

Not long ago, the snow tower in the north was attacked by monsters in the abyss, and many demon lords took the opportunity to take action.

At the last moment, there was even the Abyssal Cthulhu who crossed the plane to make a move, aiming directly at the location of the fate slab (fragment).

It is a pity that those guys underestimated the tyrannical strength of the Northern Snow Tower, coupled with the emergency assistance of the Ailan Faro Empire, they successfully repelled the attackers and killed many demon lords.

The remains of the corpse would be very good experimental material.

The old mage's eyes turned and fell on the catalog of stars. In the faint magic light, stars of different sizes shone with unique and vivid colors.

Compared with the once dim and obscure stars, the stars embedded in the catalog at this time shone brightly.

Obviously, the invasion of the abyss of the primary material plane caused many gods to frequently drop miracles to protect their believers.

Although the gods of order exist in the kingdom of gods, the faith area controlled by the main material plane can be regarded as the most important place of faith for many gods. They cannot give up and allow the abyss monsters to destroy their believers.

Very ordinary observations are similar to usual, but let the old mage see the difference.

Some twinkling blood stars are moving, gathering together, exuding a **** breath.

"Abyss Cthulhu?" Recalling the previous attack, the old mage looked solemn.

Subtle spiritual energy emerged in the mage tower, and the old mage took a gray stone similar to the slate of destiny from a distance, with superficial traces of spells on the surface.

Rubbings of the fate slab (fragment).

The Northland Snow Tower is made from the fate slabs (fragments) and is a one-time consumption of magic items ~www.mtlnovel.com~ after use, you can barely spy on the trace of fate.

puff!

The gray stone in the palm of his hand slowly shattered, turned into mud and dissipated in the air, the old mage's face suddenly became extremely pale, and his spirit aura suddenly dropped.

"Valoran collar?"

"Why is it Valoran again?"

The old mage gasped a few times, and his wrinkled old face showed a look of shock.

He clearly remembered that the first point of change in the trajectory of fate was the Valoran collar, and the detesting plague **** Grilas fell on the door of mourning, leading to the premature end of the plague.

Later, he paid attention to Valoran collar, only because of the eruption of the abyssal invasion, the attention was interrupted, but he did not want to see Valoran collar on the path of fate again.

"So, what will change the trajectory of fate this time?"

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