The white-robed figure flew across the tiled roof of the dougong cornice, and the wind element made him soar like a fly.

He felt the magic circle change behind him, and Ivanie must have changed to another way of running magic that was more suitable for him, the wind blade and the flames intertwined into a large net blocking the Noxian vanguard army.

Reginard looked down and saw Ahri sleeping soundly in his arms, the thick quilt wrapping around her body, making her look like a large baby sleeping in swaddling clothes.

The wind elemental stirred in her eardrums, blocking out all the sounds of the outside world, and although he was running and jumping violently, the wind elemental seemed to fill the air pockets near her body, soft and stable.

She shouldn't have been drawn into this war. He couldn't help but think.

The speed of the leap has become a little faster.

His body was as fast as flying, and his mind was running like flying. He must organize a few rooms as quickly as possible, and he must use the intricate streets of Ionia to stop the Noxians as efficiently as possible, and any mistake could be a complete loss.

He thought that maybe this would be the battle that would decide Valoran's fate.

Some ancient philosophers pessimistically said that the world was nothing more than a battleground between the gods, who gave power to ambitious people and burned the flames of war to the world with their hands.

What he has to do now is to become a rebel and save the world from the dead cycle of war and the doomed endgame of destruction caused by the war of magic.

……

The upper and lower courtyards of the House of Elders and the Temple are like three towering peaks, standing in the square like magnificent giants.

Reginald flew all the way through the walls, like a knight in Ionia's legend, and when he arrived at the square, several guards alertly spotted him.

But they immediately noticed that it was the white-robed mage Reginald who was holding Ahri, so they gently tapped the hilt of their swords on their chests and saluted.

Reginard was very pleased with their alertness.

He thought that here he would see a group of sergeants with weapons in their hands and their eyes glazed over, as if the world had come to an end. But when he arrived, he saw them arranging barricades and defenses in an orderly manner.

They hurried around under the orders of the generals, but they were able to be orderly in the midst of the chaos.

They were no longer the recruits he had trained when he took over, and each of them was a warrior willing to shed his blood to defend his homeland.

There is no doubt that this will be the final line of defense, and the tall buildings seem to form a semi-circular mountain range, which is a natural shelter. Shooters can find a good position to get a commanding view of the battlefield, and although it seems to be in all directions, the passage to the square is narrow, and instead the cobweb-like streets stangle the enemy army.

Presumably, when the Holy King Presidium built the city, he had already considered the situation that the city would be broken one day, so he made such a plan, and it has been unconsciously used by Ionia to this day.

Reginad carried Ahri to a side room next to the temple, placed her on the bed, and made a simple seal for the room - this kind of thing wouldn't trap Ahri anyway, and any barrier would be an easy door for her to cross.

With that done, he strode toward the battlefield.

Karma was already busy directing his soldiers in front of the temple.

"How?" Karma asked, "Do you still look like a spiritual leader?" ”

"You're better than I thought, Karma, and you're going to be a good leader. You will lead them to the future. ”

"If you praise me like this, I think you're going to do something bad." Karma couldn't help but wonder.

"I'll bring you a helper. Her abilities are good enough to surpass mortals, but it's not enough to defeat Du Kekao. But if you help defend the city, you are definitely a good ally. ”

Reginard said, his body moving quickly. He sliced open his palm with a small knife made of magic condensation, and the blood that flowed out dripped to the ground, and Reginald quickly drew the seal with that blood, forming a magic circle.

The air was frozen by the great magical power, and the busy Ionian soldiers could not help but be attracted by the surging power, and they saw the light rising from the magic circle, it was a very holy light, they were connected by wisps of thread, condensed into a real body.

Many people screamed in surprise, and some even couldn't help but weaken their knees and knelt on the ground. Because the visible being is nothing extraordinary.

The woman who had been stripped of her form from the light was clad in golden armor, her long golden hair flowing down her cheeks, and she held a long sword, the ancient and solemn patterns that made people seem to be breathless. The most striking thing is that behind her, a pair of white wings spread, like an angel in Western mythology.

"Heh, looks like you finally need my help? A mortal in white. Her eyes were cold, but the brief magical connection between the two before the summoning spell was over made her feel a deep wound on Reginald's body.

The blade of the sword in the cold eyes seemed to be curled and dulled. A golden glow enveloped Reginald's body, slowly healing the wounds in his body.

There are too many new wounds, old wounds. Pulling each other together, even if it takes a few days, it can't be cured, not to mention the rumors here, as if black clouds are pressing down on the city.

……

She never thought that she, as an angel, would bow to a mortal, but that happened three years ago.

She is Kyle, the Angel of Judgment, who came into this world to judge evil menacingly.

He became the guardian of the War College.

This world was nothing more than one of countless worlds full of ants to her, but these mortals chose to help her fallen sister Morgana and use their knowledge and magic against the Holy Angels, and she realized what serious the consequences of these mortal knowledge being used by fallen angels could be.

The person who led this work for the tiger was this bastard in white robes.

So she descended to the top of the Firmament Tower, and came to ask her for her sins, and everywhere she went, people would be subjugated by this mighty divine might, and even the most determined warriors would waver when they swung their swords at her.

But the white-robed young man stood in front of her, as calm as an abyss, and she could not glimpse the bottom of the abyss.

But in the abyss, it was as if something was staring at her calmly.

"You can choose to join League of Legends. Your sister Morgana is joining League of Legends in exchange for our spellbook resources. For me to withdraw my aid to her, you will have to pay more. He said to him calmly.

"Are you going to help evil, mortal?"

"There is no evil in the world, restraint or abuse is one of the ways to deal with the extremes of power. For a war college to be a fair organization like war, it must embrace all prejudices, including the most evil and darkest forces, as well as the holiest ones. Well, if you're willing to make a pact with me to protect the War College and League of Legends, we'll stop providing further aid to Morgana. ”

"What about deadlines?"

"Ten thousand years. It's not long for God, right? ”

"Are you negotiating terms with God?" Kyle raised an eyebrow.

"I'm just a businessman, and the only thing that can make me back down is conditions. Everyone has conditions to talk about, and I think God is no exception. ”

"I'm here to judge evil, and you're just a mortal who is an accomplice of the fallen angels, and you deserve to negotiate terms with me?" Flames ignited on her blade.

A sword also appeared in Reginard's hand, a pair of twin swords covered with ancient magic patterns, and the surface glowed with purple light.

"There is no evil in the world, those who use black witchcraft ...... If it weren't for the eyes of the world, why would it be distorted into sin? Restraint or abuse is one of the ways to deal with extreme power. The dirtiest flies are the species that yearns for the light......"

He said lightly, and the flames on Kyle's sword were extinguished in an instant.

She lowered her eyes.

……

The legend of Reginald's life is numerous, but the most puzzling thing is that he met with Kyle, the Angel of Judgment, the god-like leader of the race, at the top of the Sky Tower. Kyle is menacing, armed with a blade of fire, and demands that the summoners of the War College stop helping her sister Morgana, who has fallen into the darkness, or else he will be bloodbathed. No one knows what Reginard said or did, except that after this secret meeting, Kyle signed a contract to protect the new League of Legends for 10,000 years.

Kyle doesn't know why he's so confused.

Today she was summoned to the battlefield of Ionia, and when she saw this young man who was always a little tired and sad in his eyes, she finally understood what it was that struck the softest part of her heart.

It was the look in his eyes.

It was incomparably quiet, it was a silent power, undisturbed, and it was hard to imagine that this was a pair of eyes that belonged to mortals.

She remembered his words, good and evil, light and darkness, but it was the scorching light that produced a deep shadow?

At that time, she only vaguely felt his meaning, and after three years, when she saw his eyes again, she finally realized that his gaze had already surpassed hers, as if they were the eyes of the gods......

"I'll leave it to you here." He smiled at her.

"What about you? Where are you going? Kyle asked, and Karma looked at him inquiringly.

"I didn't tell you that the Great General Du Kecao has one of the most elite guards, and although he likes to deal with the enemy with his own hands, the guards will still open the way for him, they are not close to each other, they are far apart, but they can maintain distance and understanding between them. The area enclosed between the Iron Guards is known as the 'Iron Domain', and only those approved by Du Kecao can face his ruthless Iron Hand in the Iron Domain......"

"So you're going to ......"

"That's right." Reginard nodded, and he confirmed Karma's guess with a determined look. "I am the man Du Kekao is looking for, and I will go to him for a decisive battle myself. That way the guards won't advance here too quickly. I'll try to hold them back. ”

"You...... This guy ......" Kyle's eyes looked like two pieces of blue ice.

"Don't worry. It's not like you," Reginard couldn't help laughing, "and the way you worry about you is going from heaven to mortal. ”

"." Kyle turned away, a stream of fire burning on her blade. "God never bless a mortal like you."

"I don't believe in God."

Reginald smiled and looked at Karma, the element of wind already stirring up the noise on his white robes.

"Live." He lifted his lips.

The words that come out are the best blessings in this troubled world.