League of Legends Invades Another World Chapter 670

Deep in consciousness.

The pale golden balance is like a crescent moon, hung high above the top, shining a hazy glow.

"The essence is a weight!"

Modrian hesitated a bit. If he switched to any other currency, he would definitely not appear as erratic as he is now, but when the essence is used as a weight, he must deeply consider the specific gains and losses.

Because in his opinion, whether it is the blue essence or the orange essence, it can be completely equal to a part of Valoran's strength.

Although the previous summons only received four hero cards, the large number of other types of cards undoubtedly added a lot of strength to the Valoran leader.

"Fate, balance!"

With his thoughts surging, Modrian couldn't help but think of the changes brought to Valoran by the first destiny card, and there are still indelible traces to this day.

"So this time? Will Destiny Scales also bring unexpected gains?"

When his thoughts just started, Modrian felt a touch of heat ignited in the depths of his soul, which made him a little unsure of his thoughts. The different thoughts turned into demons and angels, hovering in the depths of his mind, shouting at each other.

"What am I afraid of?"

But after a while, Modrian reacted immediately and laughed at himself: "Even if my idea is wrong, the card in the name of fate will not be worse. After all, it is a temporary task reward given by the system, and there is a guarantee of a lower limit. ."

At the moment, Modrian's thoughts settled, and his consciousness drifted to the system panel, pulling out a thousand points of azure blue essence and placing it on the milky white tray.

Clang!

As soon as a pile of azure blue essence entered the scope of the scales of destiny, they turned into blocks of heavy blue weights, which fell neatly and flattened the pallets.

Buzzing! Buzzing!

With the accumulation of weights, the balance began to tilt towards Modrian, and in his field of vision, a dark green data stream flickered on the tray at the other end of the balance, gradually condensing a simple card.

Based on the style alone, he could conclude that it was just a building card, and it seemed to be a building he had seen before, not a rare type of building, but a relatively ordinary building card.

"Tsk, stingy system!"

Modrian gave up some unrealistic ideas deep in his heart, and continued to extract the blue essence from the system panel, turning it into small and heavy blue weights, stacked in the balance tray.

Time passed, weights increased.

The League of Legends system made corresponding changes.

The dark green data flow began to be illusory, and the style of the condensed cards was also chaotic and hazy, sometimes turned into a building card, sometimes a trump card, sometimes a purple random equipment card, or a random hero card. .....

In short, the style of the card becomes more refined and perfect as the weight increases.

"Is it the limit? Or do you want to add some other weights?"

Modrian has always paid attention to the changes in the balance of fate. Until now, no matter how much blue essence he puts in, it seems that the card style is limited to a certain range, and there has never been any unique special type of card.

He looked at the system panel, gritted his teeth, and his consciousness pulled out a large amount of orange essence and fell to the tray.

Click!

The clear orange essence turned into an exquisite weight before it fell into the tray, which immediately caused a change in the dark green data stream at the other end. The illusory and uncertain cards shook violently and faintly filled with blood.

"continue!"

Seeing that his raise worked, but it did not cause a qualitative change, Modrian was ruthless, and once again pulled out an uncertain amount of orange essence and fell into the tray.

Clang!

Add weights.

In an instant, the balance was out of balance.

The tray in front of Modrian rose high, and the tray at the other end instantly fell to the bottom. The entangled dark green data stream was messed up, a touch of blood soaked, and a strong smell of rust permeated.

[Ding...Congratulations to the host, successfully used the card: Destiny Scales, get rewards...]

The icy system prompt sounded quietly in his ears, and Modrian was waiting intently. The balance of fate reflected in his pupils turned into golden sand and slowly dissipated.

[Designated Hero Card: Atox]!

"Sword Demon?"

As soon as the system prompt fell, Modrian murmured subconsciously, and then had time to react in the future, a large blood red appeared out of thin air in the depths of his consciousness, like a monstrous wave, swept over him.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The red wave of blood hit, pulling Modrian into the sea of blood. From time to time, there would be waves that swayed, exploded, fluttered, and fell back down the tide again, surging forward.

Inside the magic secret room, the atmosphere is quiet.

The suspended pale golden balance seems to have lost energy support, and is gradually fading and dissipating in the air.

Click! Click! Click!

Suddenly, Modrian's standing straight figure staggered back, making deep marks on the floor step by step.

"Damn it, the cards are out of control!"

After returning his consciousness, Modrian said in a deep voice, deep in his eyes, the delicate system panel was stained with blood, but a breath spreads along the corner of his eyes like blood and tears.

A rare unexpected situation.

In all his previous experience of summoning cards, only once was it somewhat similar to the current accident.

It was a fear event encountered when summoning ancient fear Fidetic.

As the ancient and terrifying fear of Valoran Continent, when Fedetek recovered, endless black crows flooded out and flooded the secret room.

And Modrian was caught off guard, especially in the case of close contact, before he could react at all, and fell into a sea of fear.

Even if he has the strength of a high-level legend, he can't break free.

Fortunately, Pan Sen and Swain were silently guarding him at the time, awakening him in fear so that he would not be too gaffe in front of Fedtic.

After that summoning, he named the fear event caused by Fidetic...

[Cards out of control]!

Now, he encountered the card out of control event again.

"Darkborn Sword Demon Aatox!"

The Darkborn Demon Sword is mentioned in many legends of Valoran continent. Some describe him as a god, and some say he is a demon. It varies, but he never denies his terrifying power!

The blood soaked through the eyes, turned into strands of red silk, covering the floor of the magic secret room.

In an instant, an ocean of blood descended.

The turbulent wave tip, like a sharp-handled blood sword, wanders in the void, but a few strokes quickly outline a strange and terrifying red circle.

Buzzing!

The dense mist was permeated, and gradually filled the sky above the red magic circle, forming a solid deep and secluded cage, and countless mysterious runes flowed on the surface, seeming to be shackles, trapping demons.

"Listen..."

"Extinct, be dead!"

The wanton and crazy voice resounded through the secret room, and the crimson magic circle burst into incomparable light instantly.

Click!

The deep secluded cage was shattered, and a scarlet huge sword cut open the magic circle and embedded it on the ground of the secret room, followed by a strong arm wrapped in black armor extending out of the mist, holding the hilt of the sword.

"Um... I smell a familiar breath!"

"Penson, the pretentious, and... Swain who believes in the devil!"

The mist drifted away, and the air was full of the smell of death and ashes.

Then heavy footsteps sounded, and a tall and strong figure walked out of the magic circle, the crimson body like a mountain, bringing suffocating pressure.

Under the black double-horned helmet, frantic red eyes looked around the secret room, first at Pansen, then at Swain for a while, and finally at Modrian.

"The new owner?"

Aatrox pulled out the crimson giant sword embedded in the ground, and a terrifying aura suddenly rose, as if the end had come, covering Modrian and the others.

At the same time, the engraved magic runes in the secret chamber collapsed one after another, and the blood-red aura was like a beast that broke free, clinging to the wall, venting the inner mania and desire to kill.

"Sorry, my will does not allow..."

call! call! call!

The cyan hurricane swelled, blowing away the smell of death and ashes along the gaps in the walls, and then turned into a shield of wind, guarding him in front of Modrian.

"Storm's Fury Garna?"

Aatox's pace stopped slightly. He didn't care about Pansen and Swain. Although he had his arm cut off by Pansen, it was the past. Now he is stronger and will crush Pansen's body and hollow out. Swain's mind. (I think)

It's just that if there is one more Jana now, the situation will be a little different...

"Huh?" Aatokes frowned, the wings behind his back lightly inflamed, he looked at the corner shadow, a scarecrow in a broken linen shirt was staring at him quietly, his indifferent gaze made him a little frightened.

"Ancient Fear Federtic!"

"And... Emerald Ion!"

As his eyes turned, Aatox stopped his pace, stood still, and noticed the dark green giant trees slowly condensing behind Modrian. The majestic vitality made him feel uneasy.

Huhu! Huhu!

In the magic secret room, the atmosphere suddenly became stagnant, except for the slight movement of the cyan hurricane.

Modrian folded his arms and looked at Aatox in front of him. Since he had experienced a card out-of-control event, how could he not make more preparations?

Especially this lottery is very important, he can be said to have worked hard and prepared very well.

Five to one!

It's even more than that.

Even so, Modrian was secretly wary in his heart that Darkborn Sword Demon Aatox was far from being as simple as everyone saw.

The second line is just a shout after fate has played with it!

Atox, the real name of the Darkborn Sword Demon, was Shurima's greatest warrior in the fight against the void.

When he was reshaped as an Ascendant, his wings resembled the golden light at dawn, and his armor shone, like the constellations that could be seen behind a huge curtain of deep space.

In the following time, Aatox led the most elite army of Celestial Warriors;

Forged the brilliant and prosperous Shurima Empire;

Killed the most ferocious abyss void monster;

Saved Icacia who was in distress!

The most innocent mortal has been bloodbathed;

Slaughtered the most expansive land!

Looking back again, Aatox and his Celestial Warriors were nothing more than a group of pitiful and lamentable people. They restrained the frantic expansion of the void and sealed the biggest gap by melting.

But when they returned to Valoran continent, they were changed forever by their enemies, and finally they were given the name of Darkborn by the mortals who had been guarded.

The glorious history was eventually erased by the yellow sand in the sky;

Great names are also forgotten by a long time!

The many deeds left by Atox and the Celestial Warriors were dismissed by the light, and the sinful souls were bound by holiness!

They lost their homeland;

They lost their comrades in arms;

They lost their enemies;

They lost their existence!

So they...

Choose revenge!

Choose to fall!

Choose crazy!

Choose annihilation!

"From the gods to the dark descendants!"

Modrian digested the memory information passed by the system, and whispered: "The gap is really big!"

Glory is gone, revenge fails.

The power of the Twilight Protoss confined Aatox, and locked his soul forever in the great sword that followed him for countless expeditions~www.mtlnovel.com~The endless dark cage was once bound like a cocoon. Staying at Aatox, no matter how humiliating he begged, all he evoked was silence.

Until breaking out of the cage and returning to the world.

He swore an oath that even if he bowed his head to fate, he didn't want to return to darkness again.

However, just now, when Aatox faced the many heroes of Modrian, hesitating thoughts came to his mind, which directly caused the League of Legends system to suppress the agitation in the depths of his soul and successfully solved the card out of control event.

The magic lights flickered.

Darkborn Sword Demon Aatokes was kneeling on the ground, his haughty head drooped, and the scarlet sword stuck to his side, giving Modrian a word of loyalty.

"Aatox has seen Lord Lord!"

Following Aatox's surrender, Modrian's heart suddenly relaxed, and a gentle smile appeared on his white face, and the blood power surging in his body burned his body like flames, faintly touching the limits of the legend.

Chapter end

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