League of Legends Invades Another World Chapter 763

One of the economic centers of the Valoran Empire.

Lemon Tanlu.

The glory of this thousand-year-old city is still brilliant, maintaining the style of the past, independent of the world.

The sadness of autumn has not affected the prosperity and congestion of the city, but today's Limontanlu seems to be shrouded in a frenzied atmosphere, and the noisy crowds are rushing out of the southern city.

People with flushed faces were discussing loudly, waving their arms, or recalling **** scenes.

It seems that after watching an exciting performance, if you are immersed in it, even if you leave, you will never forget it.

Following the source of the crowd, a towering gray-black building came into view.

The semicircular gray-black building stands in a corner of the bustling city.

Passing through the wide and long corridor, the first thing that comes into view is the sunken, huge field covered with yellow sand, which may not be cleaned in the future. The red blood renders the yellow sand, bringing the ultimate visual difference.

There are layers of stands built along the field, which seem to be wrapped in a circle, and empty seats, like soldiers in full suit, are in order.

German League Arena!

This is a newly rising **** entertainment activity within the empire, and the test of strength is carried out with blood as a bet.

Compared with the previous arenas, it can bring the audience more sensory and visual stimulation.

Waving your arms, shouting loudly.

Every spectator, looking at the liquidator they support in the arena, wins or dies in the arena, gives spiritually incomparably empty satisfaction.

And the turbulent crowd just now was the aftermath of a **** performance by the liquidator.

Compared with the bright and beautiful appearance, the environment inside the arena is cold and dark.

Continuous dark gray rocks are built into solid walls, and the narrow ventilation holes at intervals allow for smooth air circulation, but at the intersection of each passage, iron fences made of steel divide the gray and white world into different areas.

tick! tick! tick!

The dim light shone on the ground, and the bright red blood fell, beating the gray and white floor tiles.

Sigrid leaned against the wall with a pale complexion. There was a bowl-sized scar on her abdomen, and bones were faintly visible.

Even with the physique of a vampire, the blood is still flowing. It seems that there is a dark substance that prevents the wound from healing, and penetrates into the body to curb the return of the blood.

Looking forward, Sigrid bit her red lips lightly, her eyes overflowing with undisguised killing intent.

"Put away useless gestures, make up for mistakes."

In the depths of the prison, a middle-aged man with a blood-colored armor and stomach came out, with a black beard under his jaw tied together with a copper ring.

"The offal from the bottomless abyss intends to infect my territory, so let them taste the sharp axe."

The crimson life energy turned into a red stream under his feet, and Delavin held a sharp ax with a ring handle, rolled up a whirlwind of death, and wantonly cut the remnant body on the ground.

"I swear with my life that I will thoroughly cleanse the hidden traitors in the arena."

With the hurricane blowing, Sigrid walked up behind Delevin in a nonchalant manner, whispered, and looked at the broken flesh and blood on the ground with cold eyes.

Originated from the desire of the blood!

Recalling what happened just now, Sigrid has more than a quarter of her heart.

A routine inspection after a perfect performance encountered an unexpected ambush.

Blood Prince, Legendary Lich, Demon Lord.

Many famous legends attacked Sigrid's side in an ambush.

The near-death situation survived under the sharp axe.

"Life? Ridiculous words!"

Delavin swung the ring-handled ax in his hand, crushing the remaining flesh and blood, then turned to look at the assistant in front of him, no emotion could be seen in his cold eyes.

"They'll make the best prisoners!"

"As it happens, the Autumn Season needs a grand performance to restore the **** level that the Delai Alliance has recently reduced." Delevin patted Sigrid's shoulder lightly and said meaningfully.

Sigrid's body trembled, she lowered her head, bowed her body, and walked away slowly.

She hears the subtext in the German words, and this is her only chance to make amends, and if she fails...

"Shenfeng Fortune Teller!"

Looking at Sigrid's leaving figure, Draven stood still, and the ring-handled sharp ax in his hand spun gently, crushing the wailing remaining in the air.

Fate is uncertain and order is chaotic.

Shenfeng Fortune Teller communicates with the stars through the ancient rune circle, seeks good luck and avoids bad luck, and guides the feasible path forward for the empire.

The invasion and ambush that occurred in Irwindale and Limontanlu is a corner of the future picture that the fortune-teller of Shenfeng forcibly peeped under the veil of fate, which is also the reason why De Lavin came here.

"There is another place...the old land of Fadirha Kingdom!"

De Lavin raised his head, his eyes seemed to cross the limitation of space, and looked towards the south of the empire.

A place of chaos that is gradually stained with blood!

…

The red hot sun at noon is hidden in the clouds like cicada wings, appearing and disappearing from time to time, and the warm light is like a drizzle, sprinkled on the desolate wilderness.

The ravages of the bottomless abyss brought unspeakable damage to this once fertile land.

Even under the healing and irrigation of magic, it takes time to touch it before it can regain the emerald green it once was.

The desolate wilderness, with criss-crossing paths and wide straight roads, is no longer covered with white bones.

The traces of the ruts, the hoofprints of the horses, the chaotic footsteps, and the noise from time to time have injected colorful life colors into the old land of Fadirha Kingdom.

Horace reined in the reins, rode on the war horse, and looked at the gradually recovering field in front of him, with a relieved look on his face.

Behind them is the Flame Knights temporarily resting, the red armored stomach engraved with the Fire Emblem, the straight and sharp lance, the snorting red horse, and the silent resting knight.

After a while.

The Flame Knights, who were re-equipped and ready to go, followed Horace closely, patrolling along the established road, like dancing fireworks.

The territory development intertwined with blood and fire made the old land of Fadirha Kingdom gradually return to its former prosperity, but it also plunged this old land into turmoil and chaos.

Horace followed Galen's orders and led his Flame Knights to frequently patrol the area.

The fireworks danced, and the sun slanted westward.

After running for a hundred kilometers, Hollus saw a new city standing in the distance, which was the territory opened up by the Dale family, and it was also the end of the trip.

However, as the territory approached, Hollus suddenly felt uneasy.

In the city not far away, the lights were dim, and compared with the pictures in the past memory, it seemed that there was no difference, but Hollus trusted his intuition and waved his arm lightly.

The flame knights who were running like thunder stopped immediately, the scorching breath raged, and the air was twisted by baking.

They clenched the lances in their hands, and the cold eyes behind the visors looked at the city not far away, waiting for the order to be issued.

Chi!

A subtle sound of breaking through the air broke the silence of the dusk.

Hollus frowned slightly, looking at a golden light rising from the city, and just about to make a move, he suddenly felt a terrifying aura that made his soul tremble.

The bright golden light that soared into the sky faded away.

A quaint scroll is presented in everyone's field of vision.

"god......!"

Hollus looked horrified, he only spoke half a word, and stood there like a withered sculpture, the flame that was about to soar into the sky was firmly bound in his body.

[Divine Art · Freezing Time]!

In an instant, the ancient scroll ignited with fireworks and burned to nothing.

The bright and gentle white light illuminates the dusk sky, like an upside-down fence, covering a radius of ten miles.

The gray sky, the swaying clouds, the dimly lit city, and the heavily armed Flame Knights, all are rendered by white light and turned into eternal white light.

Magic!

In ancient myths and legends and heroic deeds, magic is the embodiment of the power of the gods, with unimaginable power.

And the rarity of each divine art scroll is second only to divine artifacts.

The divine power contained in it is far from being resisted by legends.

The most important thing is that the divine art scroll in front of me is empty of divine power, but the scroll without the name of the **** cannot be traced back to the source.

Under the brilliance of divine art, time froze.

Hollus' uneasiness turned into reality. The hole cards he possessed were under divine spells, and he had no chance to use them.

What happened next completely destroyed Horace's inner hope.

Under the blood-colored vision, a crimson firework rose again in the gentle and white light, like a meteor, across the sky, bringing a terrifying aura that would destroy everything.

[Divine Art·Sky Falling]!

The scroll burned out, and the pure white sky was covered with cracks in silence.

Countless red-golden flames burned through the shattered sky, and then overturned like a torrent, sweeping across the area where Horace was located with an unstoppable momentum.

Under the crimson fireworks, everything died.

The armor stomach engraved with the Fire Emblem slowly melted away, the straight and sharp spear burned his hands, the armored horse was ripped apart, and the extraordinary knight looked desperate.

The purpose of divine arts is simple and clear.

Completely wipe out Horace and the Flame Knights!

Roar!

The deep and angry roar slowly caused the air to tremble. Facing the desperate situation, Hollus intended to regain control of his body. His sturdy body was like a crack in porcelain, and he could faintly see the surging, scorching blood in his blood vessels. Blood of fire.

However, facing the oppression of the two divine arts, his struggle seemed pale and powerless.

"The smell of death...!"

The corners of Hollus' eyes cracked, and red blood slid down his face.

Even at this point, he still hasn't given up because of the belief he holds in his heart.

boom!

When death came, a silvery white light lit up, reflecting the world.

The oppression of the divine arts disappeared, and the red flame power bound in Horace's body soared into the sky, reflecting each other with the Flame Knights behind him, turning into a blazing flame.

Or just breaking free from the shackles, the red flames of the prairie fire seem to be out of control, flying around with the wind, burning everything recklessly, resisting the disaster brought by the overturning of the sky.

But all of this, compared to the gradually solidified silver-white giant sword on the sky, is like the difference between the light of rice grains and the brilliance of the vast sun.

【Fatal blow】!

The silver-white giant sword, like a vast sun hanging in the sky, suddenly burst into an extremely bright sword light, cutting off everything it touched.

Magic?

Facing the falling silver-white giant sword.

The frozen time flows again, and the falling sky erases the cracks.

Until the silvery white light dissipated, Horace looked forward with a shocking expression.

The territory among the mountains and forests no longer exists.

Whether it was the attacker who was hiding or the existence of the magic scroll, under the silver giant sword, it was wiped out together with the territory.

…

Immortal Fortress, inside the meeting hall.

Soldiers of the Reese Garrison Legion in purple armor were busy walking in every corner of the hall. Encrypted magic scrolls were piled up on the table, and the sound of detailed conversation filled the hall.

In less than half a day, the news that Cooper, Sigrid, and Horace were attacked successively reached here.

"Scroll of magic? Unable to trace the source?!"

Looking at the letter in his hand, Swain laughed softly, and a few wrinkles emerged from the corners of his eyes.

"Is it so impatient?"

As if thinking of something, Swain glanced at the message from Cooper, gently put down the letter, turned his head to look at the map hanging on the side, and his vision fell on the northern part of the empire.

Fort Luxstark!

Some people began to search for the secret of the rise of the Valoran Empire. Even for outsiders, it was incredible to show power comparable to that of a large **** system in such a short period of time.

Lakstark Fortress, the place where His Majesty Modrian first rose, has already aroused the covetousness of the order camp and the bottomless abyss.

As for the ambush that Hollus encountered and the use of the divine scroll, it is more inclined to test, or...

Swain pondered for a while, borrowing the words of His Majesty Modrian, this is the beginning of lip service.

The Valoran Empire used the rotten excuse to swallow the fat of the Fadirha Kingdom.

But now, relying on the home court advantage of the Kaladimos continent and the tacit understanding of the bottomless abyss, the order camp began to use magic scrolls to secretly smear them.

This is a very successful strategy.

Facing the magic scrolls, the old and new nobles attached to the Valoran Empire basically had nothing to do. From a long-term perspective, since the ambush of Horace, the **** level of this **** game has begun to rise.

"Well... what a familiar memory!" Swain leaned back in his chair, memories of the past emerged in his dark eyes.

The former Noxus Empire encountered a similar situation.

Brown Darkwill launched countless wars for his vague hopes, annexed the surrounding forces, and erected countless enemies.

Until the defeat of the Ionian War, the mighty Noxus Empire was crumbling.

It was he, Jericho Swain, who saved the empire from the fire, saved the building from falling, and overthrew the rule of Brown Darkwill.

Afterwards, the establishment of the UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Trifali Council restored the strength of the empire.

In the middle of this seemingly peaceful handover of power, **** killings have forged the prestige of the Noxus leader.

"You said, didn't you?" Swain stretched his arms and turned to look at the handsome man who was silent and shrouded in a silver cloak.

"Tyrone!"

The silver cloak tilted upwards slightly, staring at Swain with cold eyes, then nodded.

Swain laughed again. Compared with the past, he seemed to be in a very good mood today.

A knife he needs.

A cold-blooded and ruthless knife is already in the palm of my hand!

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