"Clergy war?"

In the cluttered laboratory, Modrian looked up at Jana with a solemn expression.

This time the wheel of fate made him realize that the power that the system can give is somewhat beyond expectations, but when it comes to reaping power, it often comes with uncertain risks.

"I hope the gods with the Storm Priesthood haven't noticed Jana yet." Modrian shook his head slightly, he knew that such an idea was a bit unrealistic, but the Valoran Lord, who was now in the midst of the Abyssal Invasion, was not ready to start the psychology of the Divine War.

In the sky above the laboratory where restless energy was raging, the cards of fate had long since completely dissolved, and the dark green data torrent had gradually dissipated the air.

Cana opened her eyes, a few hurricanes and small lightning flashes in her cyan pupils, and she gently grasped the Staff of Thunderstorm in front of her, turning into a blue bird again, and landing on Modrian's shoulder.

"How?" Modrian looked at Cana, who was lying quietly, and asked softly.

"It's still digesting, but it feels great." The bluebird blinked his eyes, and his gentle voice echoed in Modrian's consciousness, and there was some joy and joy in his tone.

Hearing this, Modrian's expression did not move, and he said with a smile: "Well, digest it as soon as possible, the territory still needs your protection." He chose to withhold some of the information until Jana had digested the power of the harvest.

Putting away his thoughts, Modrian looked into the cluttered laboratory, where fragments of metal were piled up in the corners, and some fallen shards of magic crystals, like gravel fields, all over the ground.

Although he has some cleanliness habits, he feels that it is better to wait a while, because he cannot predict what will happen next.

Airplanes!

With a slight movement of consciousness, a blue card engraved with frost runes appeared on his fingertips, slowly spinning.

【Freljord Hero Card】!

A special class of designated faction hero cards given by the League of Legends system.

If it were other forces in the Valoran continent, Modrian might not treat it as a hole card, but Freljord is different, this cruel and ruthless land has given birth to many strong people comparable to gods.

【Ding...... Host, do you use Freljord Hero Card*1? 】

The cold system prompt sounded again, and Modrian took a deep breath with a slightly expectant expression.

【Ding...... Congratulations to the host and the Hero Card: Volibel! 】

Huo Wei!

Blue lightning appeared out of thin air, and a dark purple thunder card was hidden in the lightning swarm, with a strong smell of savage blood and a rolling thunderstorm that almost materialized.

"Immortal Ray Volibel!"

Modrian muttered, his vision had long been occupied by the thunderstorm, and the surging system information was transmitted to his mind at the same time.

......

Among the tribes who still follow the old ways, Volibell is the roar of thunder, the rolling thunderstorm, the Valhair, full of strange power, wildness and stubborn perseverance.

But in the minds of others, Volibell is a desolation, a bear that has been stabbed and speared by thousands of swords, a standout, a storm of destruction, power, and disembodiment.

Long before mortals walked the tundra of Freljord, Volibel existed, possessing unstoppable power and representing the wrath of the brutal land itself.

Over an endless period of time, Volibel and his fellow demigods shaped the land and called it Walregaard.

Legend has it that his epic battle with the magma python Lund created numerous ravines and ravines, and eventually defeated the beast, and its blood became the first river on Freljord, leaving behind its massive skeleton to form the Wyvern Back Mountains.

In the time of the ancestral tribes, wild magic was raging.

Volibel is revered and adored by all, because people need his unruly strength to survive.

Each time the protracted battle began, Volibel would rush into battle with his followers, dressed in rune-engraved armor forged by none other than his brother, Orn, the demigod of the Crucible.

At the time, the brothers were like steel and often fought side by side, but Orn was never so eager to fight.

Volibel was overjoyed by the victory, and later more and more blood sacrifices were offered to him, and his strength grew stronger.

In a short period of time, Volibell became estranged from his compatriots, obsessed with their different pursuits.

Even so, there was no real disagreement between them........ It wasn't until later that new ideas began to replace old beliefs.

The power of the three sisters has risen, and they want to take control of Freljord and bring order.

The demigods could not agree on what to do.

Led by Anivia, they tend to work with the three sisters, while Volibel and the Iron Boar want to destroy them.

The other demigods intend to ignore it, because these tiny creatures will eventually die, for generations.

Volibel's gaze was on his followers, the extremely savage and brutal Bear-People. As long as he has them, he can defeat the three sisters. As he prepares for battle, he approaches Orn and asks him to build a weapon for his warriors.

But Orn refused.

He disapproves of the ferocity of the bear-people, and a battle breaks out between the two demigods.

After a fierce battle, Volibel cursed his brother's name and threw down his rune-engraved armor.

Since then, he has only preferred to use fangs, claws, brute force, and thunder as weapons. He didn't become vulnerable because of this, on the contrary, Volibel found himself unleashing all his powers.

With a newborn rage, he confronts one of the three sisters, a woman who wants to steal the power of the demigods for her own use. In front of her entire army, he knocked the woman down and blinded her forever—but he couldn't stop the plan she had been pursuing.

Hundreds of years later, despite Volibel's struggles to resist, the human tribes abandoned the old gods and began to revere and worship the three sisters.

Many ancient customs have been forgotten. He saw the human tribes hiding behind stone walls, rather than facing the harshness of nature. He saw farmers plowing the land and grazing on pastures instead of gathering and hunting. He saw that large rivers were blocked by dams and could not flow freely.

So he cried out angrily, this was not his Freljord. These changes happen very slowly – like the movement of a glacier.

But Volibel finally realizes that the tribes of humanity have been completely cut off from the wild souls of this land, and they have become cowardly, submissive, and weak.

These weaklings no longer follow the ancient ways and no longer worship the ancient gods.

Anger and determination rumbled within him. He vows to tear apart all traces of human civilization and return Freljord to its ancient state, to its true wildness.

Humanity will be strong again. He will once again be in awe of all.

Volibel's call echoed through the mountains and wilderness of the Northlands, and more and more Freljords began to respond. Slowly, old habits and ancient ways are being remembered and followed, and his power grows with each new follower joining.

A bloody reckoning awaits!

And Volibell was running towards that moment.

......

"Feel the power of the wilderness!"

Darkness descended, thunder roared.

The calm laboratory re-emerged, and endless lightning suddenly appeared, refracting the curves of destruction in the air.

The apocalyptic images put a lot of pressure on Modrian, especially the terrifying bear figure looming in the darkness, as if the ancient gods had returned, enveloping barbarism and desolation, and hitting everyone's hearts.

The six-pointed star array shone violently, purple thunder shattered the air, and the giant bear in the darkness wanted to step out of the darkness and reappear in the world.

Click! Click! Click!

The dilapidated laboratory has been devastated again.

Lightning tore through the dome, the savage aura shattered the walls, and wisps of alchemical liquid dripped down the pipes outside and scorched the ground.

With Wallybel's step.

The sturdy laboratory was crumbling and affected as well, with Heimerdinger, Ryan Giggs, Camille, and Britz appearing outside the lab in no particular order, looking at the sudden thunderstorm in amazement.

Even a lot of Hextech equipment was affected, making bursts of electromagnetic explosions.

"I regret it a little." Modrian looked at the giant bear in the dark, his expression was full of helplessness, the birth of this guy, there would be such a big scene.

If left unchecked, the lab could be completely destroyed, as well as the testing area affecting the third level.

"Jana, try to contact Voliber so that he can restrain a bit."

Hearing Modrian's words, the blue bird on his shoulder opened his eyes, and a touch of green wind flickered, like a dancing elf, quietly blending into the thunder storm and approaching the giant bear.

Perhaps the connection was successful, the raging thunder gradually quieted down, and the savage and barren aura also converged into the six-pointed star array.

"Wuhu, Wuhu, Wuhu!"

"Cana's breath? I didn't expect to see you here. ”

The rough and barbaric voice roared in the air, and the six-pointed star array, which had long been unable to support, was directly shattered, and Volibel's figure stepped out of the darkness at the right time.

As soon as he appeared, Volibel's massive size had already broken through the dome of the laboratory, the thunder carried by gray-white hair, destroying all metal fragments, and the extremely sharp claws swung to tear open the falling soft alchemy pipes.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Wallybell swayed the ground with a sway, and a few wisps of purple lightning dangled from the gray-haired runic metal bound in front of him.

"Lord Lord, Volibell will clear all obstacles for you with a thunderstorm!" Volibel stood in front of Modrian, muffled as he spoke, his lightning-fast eyes filled with blood.

Although the League of Legends system suppressed Voliber's wildness and desire to destroy when he summoned him, it was only suppression, not annihilation.

This is the trait that belongs to the Immortal Ray Volibel, and it is the source of the power that the Old Gods possess!

The thunderstorm was close, and Modrian looked up at Volibel's huge figure, and said helplessly: "Shrink a little, I'm afraid that when you go out, you will destroy the Iron Glass City....."

Before he finished speaking, he immediately felt a surge of raging life energy surging in his body, even with his legendary strength, he was a little amazed at the majesty of life energy.

And it's not just life energy, but at the same time, there is a terrifying thunder baptizing the body.

Airplanes!

Modrian stood still and didn't understand, [Knight Aura: Blood Radiance] suddenly unfolded under his feet, and the circulating blood-colored aura was gradually mixed with wisps of subtle thunder.

As time passed, the thunder roared, evaporating a little black mist, making the surging blood-colored power more and more crystal clear.

At the edge of the aura, the ears of wheat symbolizing victory turned into dark purple lightning, and the red pearls that adorned the crown of thorns were slowly wrapped in thunder, as if the dragon balls were swallowing up, releasing an aura of destruction.

......

......

The Empire of Aylan Faro, the royal capital, and the holy city of Rasr.

The crimson dusk glow spreads across the sky, draping this majestic city that has stood for thousands of years with a golden veil like cicada wings, and a touch of mysterious and ancient colors are reflected in the sky.

In the most prosperous central area of the city, a majestic white building complex sits in the sky, and an atmosphere of tranquility and majesty envelops the sky.

This is the Ice Temple, the only temple in the Elanfalo Empire.

When Cana lightly grasped the Staff of Thunderstorm Lightly, in the main hall of this Ice and Snow Temple, the lifelike sculpture of the Ice and Snow Storm Goddess suddenly flickered a few wisps of obscurity, and the hazy statue's head turned slightly, looking at the territory where Valoran was located.

"Storm Priesthood!?"

"Does anyone want to take advantage of the Abyssal Invasion to provoke a clerical war?"

The uninhabited luxurious hall suddenly blew up and slowly covered the ground like goose feathers, and in a moment, these winds and snows melted again and dissipated.

In the end, only a scroll engraved with the breath of the gods landed in front of the statue.

It wasn't long before an old man in a snow-white robe pushed open the door of the temple, prostrate himself into the temple, respectfully picked up the scroll with both hands, and whispered a prayer, as if in response to the oracle left by the goddess of the ice and snow storm.