League of Legends Invades Another World Chapter 679

Arena, throne of steel.

Modrian looked down at Bertram in fear, his expression calm.

This is a hidden game!

From the mission of the Ailan Faro Empire to the Runwall Mountains, this silent game has begun, and the climax of the banquet to this night quietly descended.

How can you allow others to snore on the couch?

As Modrian once did, clear out and explore the Renwall Mountains.

The Ailan Faro Empire made the same choice, testing the Valoran collar, and trying to unearth the hidden secrets behind it.

"Alan Faro Empire, Ice and Snow Temple!"

Before the mission's arrival, Modrian and Swain had talked countless times, conjecturing and analyzing the meaning of the mission's arrival, as well as the possibility of unexpected circumstances.

legend?

The Valoran collar has just experienced a war, and the high-profile beheading of the lizard-men **** Samuel, then why does the Ailan Faro Empire send a mission headed by the legendary priest?

Despise Valoran collar?

Modrian shook his head slightly. He didn't think it would. The main material plane, under the circumstances where many gods sit high in the stars, he didn't think other forces would have such thoughts.

A lively and deadly example happened not long ago.

But speaking of it, Modrian once thought that the key to this game would be Feilan, his status was not low, and coupled with the relationship with Valoran, no matter what he thought, it would be this guy.

But in terms of the current situation.

Those who are led by fear and blessed by gods are the real chess pieces.

Does an 'arrogant' legendary powerhouse, a temple priest with pure faith just give up like this? It really deserves to be one of the most powerful forces in the mainland of Kaladimos.

"Huh? God's grace?"

The sudden energy fluctuations caught Modrian's attention, and he looked at Bertram, who was in deep fear.

Legend is not enough.

In the face of fear, Bertram needs to use the power that can truly resist fear.

In the palace hall, the azure blue light permeated like a halo, and the extreme ice cold centered on Bertram, freezing through the steps, condensing layers of frost.

"Fear...death!"

Bertram stood there, filled with endless black mist in the depths of his soul, like a living thing, corroding everything that invaded him.

The turbulent blue divine power was completely unable to resist the black mist, visible to the naked eye, the divine power he could mobilize was slowly dissipating, and the transparent soul that he maintained was gradually exposed to the black mist.

"Goddess of Ice and Snow Storm, please give me strength to protect your followers!"

"I am the most loyal and firm believer!"

"I... never fear death!"

Bertram was deep in the darkness, chanting aloud the words of prayer and blessing, the trembling soul suddenly calmed down, a touch of azure blue light gathered on his side, turning into the last barrier.

"God?"

The black mist boiled, and the hoarse and dry voice echoed, causing the azure blue light to shake violently.

"Nice food!"

Click! Click! Click!

The hazy black shadow flashed by, and the endless black mist slammed into it. In just an instant, the ice blue barrier was shattered like glass.

Facing the outcome of the upcoming fate, Bertram opened his eyes, no fear could be seen in his frenzied pupils, and he looked directly at the black mist coming from the pavement.

Before leaving for an envoy, he had listened to the oracle, and that was his most glorious moment.

"Death? No, I will return to the kingdom of God and be with my God forever!"

Perhaps it was Bertram's death ambition, perhaps the strength of Valoran collar, or perhaps he was reluctant to walk the world as a spokesperson for the gods!

At the moment when the black mist came to his body.

The dazzling divine light suddenly bloomed, diffused from the depths of the soul, dispelled the black mist, and enveloped the body.

Accompanied by the endless majesty, the frost of the coming winter, and a huge illusion standing in the middle of the palace.

Abigail, the **** of winter!

With a smile on the Iron Throne, Modrian stood up calmly and looked at the hazy phantom floating in the air: "This is the real script. The previous Ailan Faro Empire Mission was just a concealment!"

The strength displayed by Valoran collar is far from being measurable by a mission led by a legend. It deserves to be treated seriously by all forces, including many temples and gods behind it.

The Kingdom of God on Earth?

The power of Valoran collar today is nothing to exaggerate!

Buzzing! Buzzing! Buzzing!

With the help of Bertram's body and the faith of the people in the mission, the illusory hazy phantom became more and more solid.

After a while, a beautiful woman in armor appeared in the palace hall of the arena, and the invisible power came and enveloped everyone.

The long ice-blue hair was woven into braids and scattered around the back, and the divine eyes looked like stars, deep and secluded. Whenever she watched, a biting chill came suddenly.

And the most eye-catching thing is that the huge mace is carried on the back. The mysterious **** patterns are densely engraved on the surface, the sharp iron nails faintly penetrate the space, and the subtle black cracks surround the mace.

Rumor has it that Abigail, the **** of winter, is an elf born in snow and ice.

Won the trust of the goddess of ice and snow storm, and in charge of the two priests of [Winter] and [Guardian].

"Medium supernatural power!"

Modrian's smile narrowed, and he looked at Abigail solemnly. He didn't expect that the existence behind the mission would be a **** of medium power. It was a bit unexpected, but fortunately, only a will came.

"The power of the storm?"

As soon as Abigail, the **** of winter, arrived, he felt the familiar power permeating the palace.

The extended winter chill was blocked by the hurricane and stopped within ten meters of space. Compared with the surrounding environment, it looked like two worlds.

One is densely covered with frost, and the other is deep and quiet.

"The clergy fights, the prophecy of our lord falls on Valoran's body."

Abigail raised his brows slightly, looked at Modrian who stood up, and said softly: "I have seen Your Highness Modrian!"

With a harsh and clear voice, Abigail did not have any attitude problems because of the strength of Modrian's high-level legend, and regardless of the strength of Valoran's collar, only the two in front of Modrian made her feel uncomfortable. Not treated seriously.

Pan Sen and Swain!

She felt an inexplicable threat from these two mortals. This was not an aimless aim, but an inherent premonition of the ice and snow elves.

As one of the most distinguished persons in the Ice Temple, Abigail, the **** of winter, did not care about the fall of Samuel.

Had it not been for the shadow of the bottomless abyss behind the Besilik Kingdom and the Lizardman Temple, the Ailan Faro Empire could have defeated the Lizardmen Legion and destroyed those hard-skinned cold-blooded creatures.

The purpose of Abigail's trip was to talk about Tobias, the **** of evil conspiracy.

According to secret information from the Imperial Military Intelligence Department, they had noticed the evil spirit of conspiracy in Lakstark Fortress, but after the layers of black mist, they eventually disappeared.

Until not long ago, the goddess of ice and snow storm learned from the secret channel of the bottomless abyss.

Tobias, the **** of conspiracy and evil, seems to have fallen!

In the 32nd layer of the abyss: the conspiracy and evil temple of the abyss of evil, only broken walls are left, surrounded by traces of divine power, telling the fierce battle.

And where Tobias last appeared...

It is the Lakstark fortress led by Valoran.

"I have seen Abigail's crown, Valoran welcomes the arrival of the crown." Modrian replied, looking around, the realm of gods descended, and layers of frost danced, covering the palace, as if being inside. Alien space.

Except for Modrian and others and Abigail, the **** of winter, no one knew what they were talking about.

Even though the mission members of the Ailan Faro Empire are in the realm of the gods, they lose their perception of the outside world, and their vision is full of hazy and illusory scenes. The sound of the hurricane whistling in their ears is heard, and the touch is also reduced. lowest.

If it weren't for the bitter cold and icy color, they seemed to be trapped in a dark cage.

The pupils that were able to move occasionally saw Modrian who was talking with Abigail, the **** of winter, on an equal footing. As for the specifics, they didn't know.

Consciousness is rigid, soul is slow.

They don't know the passage of time~www.mtlnovel.com~still like a sculpture.

When they reacted, they were already outside the arena, looking at the starry night sky, complex colors appeared on their faces.

A mission, but didn't want to be a tool of the empire and temple.

Resentment?

They know their identity well, and even if this trip is to death, they are not allowed to take a step back, because everything they have is bestowed by the empire and the temple.

Looking back at the still-lit arena behind, the members of the mission were all envious.

Talk to the gods as equals!

The images they saw in the palace tonight were completely imprinted deep in their minds, and they would never forget them for the rest of their lives.

Click! Click!

With the sound of footsteps, Bertram took the lead to walk towards the carriage on the corner. The color of arrogance and arrogance disappeared from his face. Now there is only piety and scorching heat.

Chapter end

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