Blue sky, clear rainbow.

The warm and bright sunlight shone through the clouds and shone on the fortress of Lakstark, but as the brilliant light passed through the dark gray walls and watchtowers, it reflected a cold breath.

If you look closely, you can see the heavily armed Noxian legionnaires, standing dutifully at the key points of the city wall, silently guarding the fortress behind them.

A little effort.

Suddenly the sky above the fortress changed color, like an angry urchin, the bright sun disappeared, and the clear sky gradually sank, replaced by a heavy gray black.

The bone-chilling wind blew through the majestic black main castle, mischievously swirling on the high platform, rolling up gusts of turmoil.

At the top of the high platform, Modrian, dressed in a light shirt, looked to the northwest, like a sculpture carved in stone, standing still.

Looking at his eyes, they were slightly dim, and there was a faint dark green glow, as if something inexplicable was attracting his attention and distracting his thoughts.

In the depths of consciousness, in the League of Legends system, countless dark green data streams swiped through the system panel like a waterfall, filling the field of vision, occasionally mixed with a little red eye-catching information, as delicate as blood.

Modrian didn't have time to look closely, and almost every second, new information appeared in the upper left corner of the system panel, intertwining and flickering.

With the psychic consciousness of a high-level legend, he forcibly discerned that most of the information came from Forsbyro Fortress, and contained the news of the deaths of countless Noxian legionnaires, as well as the hints that the Jackal Slaughter Soldier and Lizardman Warrior system gave victory points.

What caught his attention the most was the crimson and striking news that Caterina and Urgarte had slaughtered the legendary powerhouse of the lizardmen, repeated four times in a row, like a bloody and real fierce battle unfolding before his eyes, and telling him very clearly.......

The war at Forsbello Fortress has reached a decisive stage.

"Has Ash been notified from there?"

With a light thought, Modrian came back to his senses and asked aloud, his calm and calm face without any emotion, as if he was not at all worried about the predicament of Valoran.

The dim shadow distorted, and the catastrophe crept in, still in its old form, with its eyelids lowered and standing behind Modrian.

Crimson flashed across his pupils, and he replied softly, "It has been notified, according to the time, that His Majesty Voliber should be on the battlefield of Forsbello Fortress at this moment."

Indestructible Ray Volibel.

The old gods of Freljord, great beings who have lived for countless years, are the roar of thunder that envelops the icy and bitter land, and the rolling thunderstorm that sweeps through the snowy wastelands.

Even in Ionia, the horrors of Volibel are recorded in the secrets of many ancient sects.

"Will of the Thunder!"

He turned his body and stared at the gradually gloomy weather, as if he saw the flesh mill of Forsbello Fortress, his crimson eyes revealing cold and cruel emotions.

Waliber's crown is the embodiment of the Thunderstorm, and it itself represents desolation, destruction, and supreme power.

Kingdom of Besilik!

Lizardman Temple!

Samuel Anya, the god of the lizardmen, and the two gods of the so-called Temple of Blood!

They will definitely taste the thunder.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, a strange aura appeared in the shadow perception that permeated the fortress, causing his expression to move slightly, and then he immediately looked sideways at the periphery of the fortress, and the gloomy sky was undergoing strange changes.

"Have you finally decided to do it?"

Modrian's eyes turned lightly at the strange aura that suddenly appeared around the fortress, his frown relaxed, and a faint smile appeared on his fair face.

He knew very well in his heart that the embattled situation that Valoran was in was the result of the dark conspirators' plots in the shadows.

Now, their purpose has been achieved.

Whether it's the Yellow Sand Plains, the Forsbello Fortress, the Renwall Mountains, or the Abyss of Original Sin, the restless and chaotic situation has successfully attracted most of the high-end forces of the Valoran Lord, leaving them weak and unable to return to the fortress of Lakstark.

So to the point now, the most anxious period of the war.

The Dark Hiders no longer hid, revealing their sharp, bloodthirsty fangs, and wanted to directly destroy the core of Valoran's Territory, the fortress of Lakstark, and even their demands did not stop there.

【Ding...... Temporary Mission Released! 】

[Temporary Mission: Emerging Conspiracy, Abyss Evil God!] 】

[Mission time: 30 days]

【Reward: Random Hero Card*1】

[Quest Description: The dark tide has swept the Valoran Territory, and the hidden ones behind it have revealed their identities, and it is time for you to harvest your wait. 】

The cold system prompt sounded in his head, and Modrian listened thoughtfully.

This temporary mission seems to be the same as the previous [Temporary Mission: Darkness Suddenly Comes, Glory of Valoran's Territory!] Some connection, but it doesn't prevent him from being able to do it together.

"I'm curious, which Abyss Evil God is so painstakingly plotting the Valoran Territory and laying out such a huge battle!"

......

......

Over the fortress of Lakstark.

The clear sky had long since disappeared, and heavy gray-black clouds covered the clouds and covered the heavens and the earth.

The bright spring sun was gone, and countless dim shadows poured out from unknown places, like a dark and deep water tank, upside down the huge and majestic fortress.

As far as the eye can see, only the magic lamps hanging around the city walls and the magic crystal stones on the top of the mage tower emit a faint yellow light, reflecting the gloomy and silent environment.

Whining! Whining! Whining!

A sharp cold wind sounded, and the dark gray mist was like a freed imprisoned beast, rolling and surging wildly, eager to overturn the world.

But in an instant, the light of the sky was completely hidden, and there was no light in sight.

Instead, a pale glow seeps into the billowing mist, rendering a creepy scene.

Upon closer inspection, the pale halo resembled the wings of the giant skeleton of some creature, spreading out with the power of destruction, intending to destroy the fortress of Lakstak that stood in the mountains.

"Lord of the Abyss of Bones, Jekaragher!"

Modrian's pupils constricted, and his tone was extremely solemn.

Among the countless heroic deeds and myths and legends circulating in the continent of Karadimos, Jekarragher, the Lord of the Abyss of Bones, often appears as a deeply rooted villain, and his strength is extremely terrifying.

Legend has it that the Lord of the Abyss of Bones, Jaklagher, is an evil god of chaos who is active in the depths of the bottomless abyss, and has a terrifying record of fighting the gods of order.

Its skeletal body resembles a giant dragon, even a god with medium divine power is helpless, and coupled with the name of the evil god named after the abyss, it can completely show the terrifying strength of Jeklagher.

Definitely the most formidable enemy Valoran has ever encountered!

No......

As soon as the thought came to him, Modrian immediately rejected his inner thoughts, and in the shadows, it was likely that there were other great people with unknown strength.

Because the catastrophe has been lost.

As the Lord of the Shadow Stream, he is once again in charge of the [Tears of Shadow], and his affinity and control over the shadows are unmatched by no one in Valoran's domain.

At the top of the sky, the pale skeleton wings were folded.

The seemingly slow movement is destroying everything along the way in a devastating manner.

The tips of the bony wings inverted two black storms that connected the sky and struck the isolated fortress of Lakstark. Let's read a book

Buzzing! Buzzing! Buzzing!

The runes engraved on the city wall flickered, and a sturdy and thick magic protective light shield resembling an arc rose up, guarding the surrounding area of the fortress, trying to stop the black storm from sweeping through.

Unfortunately, the storm hit.

The sturdy magic shield resembles fragile glass, making a piercing and high-pitched sound, dense cobweb cracks appearing on the surface of the mask, and the spilled magical energy is swept into the black storm, adding to its power.

This was originally a defensive method engraved to defend against the attack of the legend, and it has contributed to the greatest effect in the face of the attack of the gods, although it seems to be a little vulnerable.

Roar!

The dragon roared, and the Lord of the Abyss of Bones, Jaklagher, fanned his bone wings, overlooking the fortress of Lakstark, his dark eyes filled with the killing intent of the red fruit.

After the Black Storm defeats the Magic Shield.

Under the command of his mind, it continued to wreak havoc, slashing through the solid walls like swords, cutting through countless rubble, rolling in the sky, causing the sun-destroying scene of flying sand and rocks.

Click!

In the dark sky, a ray of golden lightning appeared, brilliant and dazzling, and then pierced through the black storm at an incredible speed, leaving a few wisps of pale golden flames inside.

The fire rises against the wind by the wind.

In an instant, the pale golden flames took on the momentum of a prairie fire, quickly scorching the dark mist that supported the storm inside, extinguishing the two monstrous storms.

"Pan Sen, the reincarnation of the gods?!"

The Lord of the Abyss of Bones, Jaklagher, stared intently, ignoring the black storm that was slowly extinguishing below, staring at the mortal figure that stepped out of the fortress.

Panson, the God Butcher.

The strongest of Valoran's leadership once killed Samuel Anya's doppelganger in the Great Plains of Shatar.

On top of that, in the secret scheme, Pan Sen is the most powerful guy on the exposed surface of the Valoran Territory, and the most noteworthy guy.

Compared to before, Pan Sen has not changed much, he is still the same, with a pale golden closed helmet covering his head, and a broken blue cloak around his shirtless upper body.

Holding a dim spear and shield in each hand, the hideous style has an extremely sharp and heavy sense of solidity, respectively, and it is a weapon that once belonged to the war star spirit.

If there was one unexpected change in Panson, it was that the fatal wound from his left chest to his right abdomen seemed to be healing, and the remaining scar was like an engraved rune mark, which was eye-catching.

"To die at my feet is a gift from heaven!"

Pan Sen's expression was calm, spears and shields intertwined in front of him, his legs slightly bent, and he trampled heavily on the ground.

The next moment!

The solid bluestone shattered, and the dust swayed

Pan Sen turned into a golden homing missile and shot straight towards the sky, the shield in his hand was erected, guarding the vital position, and the spear was pointed at the huge figure of the bone dragon, and the cold light of the blade reflected in the cold pupils.

"What a megalomaniacal guy!"

Jekarrag's eyes were gloomy, and the gray-white divine power was stirring, revealing an evil aura.

[Dragon Language: Bones Restless]!

The shadow mist surged, weaving a purgatory abyss in front of him, and thousands of white bone dragons opened their teeth and claws, and rushed madly towards Pan Sen, their sharp fangs and sharp wings cutting through the spatial barriers.

As an evil god who has stepped into the middle of the gods, although Jacragher does not have the kingdom of God that gathers the power of faith, he is a combination of divine power and divinity, with a stronger body than the god of order, and more aggressive evil god power.

[God Bless Charge]!

Undeterred, Pan Sen raised his pale golden shield to block the attack of the thousands of white bone dragons in front of him, and the dull sound of impact sounded frequently, like a stirring piano song.

At the same time, he marched with a determined step, and the sharp spear in his hand would penetrate the Bone Dragon's vital position at the most opportune moment, slaughtering any targets that stood in his way.

Suddenly, the shadow dome lit with pale golden fireworks, like a flame of hope in the darkness, like a lighthouse guiding the ship, bringing only light.

Jaccarragher's offensive continued, gray-white halos and lingering shadows and mist constantly trying to extinguish the flames, but to no avail.

"It seems that Samuel Anya's warning is not unreasonable."

Staring at Panson in the tide of the offensive, Jaclagher recalled the words of warning from the lizardman god Samuel Anya, and his pupils grew crimson.

The chaotic Abyssal Invasion event has caused the barrier of the main matter plane to be abnormally weak, allowing the Gods of Order and the Abyssal Gods to access their own powers.

That's why they dare to haunt the main material plane.

Since the birth of gods in the continent of Karadimos, there has been no shortage of great beings who have fallen on the main material plane, and there are even high main gods who have fallen into a deep sleep.

For the sake of faith, for the perfection of their own priesthood, and for the sake of stronger power, the gods inevitably fall into the world, compete for their own interests, and set off wars and destruction.

Counting it up, there are not a few fallen gods, who have fallen into the mortal dust, becoming stepping stones for new gods and forging the glory of new gods.

Call!

The sound of dull breathing sounded like thunder, and Jaclagher fanned the wings of the bones, opened the giant mouth of the bones, and aimed them at the spatial location of Pan Sen.

Countless shadow mist gathered in the mouth of the mouth, and in the center was a flickering and swaying flame, a little divine fire belonging to the Bone Priesthood, and it was also his origin power.

[Dragon's Language: Bone Flame]!

A surging gray-white flame erupted from Jeklag's mouth, instantly igniting the shadow firmament, and the white bone dragon that twisted its body continued to soar into the air, becoming the nutrients of the flame like a moth to a flame, intensifying the flame's burning.

Thundered!

The gray-white flames enveloped the torrent, covering the heavens and the earth, and suddenly enveloping Pan Sen's figure.

In an instant, a gray-white halo appeared in the shadow-covered sky, like a gray sun hanging high in the sky, sprinkling a strange light from the enchanting yee.

It seems like it's all over..........

[Shield Leap]!

In the center of the gray-white flames, Pan Sen stepped on the void and jumped high.

The dim shield glowed with a brilliant pale golden glow, forming a holy shield engraved with countless runes to resist the onslaught of flames.

Then Panson stepped on the flames, clenched the spear in his hand, and stabbed into the huge body of Jekragher, the Lord of the Abyss of Bones.

Click! Click! Click!

The power of mortal nature blessed the equipment that once belonged to the war star spirits, and bloomed with a power that terrified the gods.

The golden blade pierced the bones of the defenses, shattering the endless white bones that had gathered over, leaving behind more and more terrifying scars, and a little viscous white liquid flowed down the broken bones, scorching the air and emitting a charming fragrance.

It seems to be a quaint spear, a little inconspicuous, but it once cut off the arm of the Darkspawn Sword Demon Aatrox, and its sharpness is unquestionable.

......

On the high platform of the main castle, Modrian, who was watching the battle, felt that the shadows and fog around him changed slightly, giving rise to an inexplicable sense of depression.

Immediately, he took out the Atamar's halberd from the space ring and placed it across his chest, the runic brilliance of the Thorn Vest could be faintly seen in the inner lining.

Just completed the transformation of the combat stance.

The shadow mist in front of Modrian's body changed suddenly, as if someone was stirring the shadow space, and the noisy and chaotic sound shook the air.

"Hmm.... Your followers are good, and you can actually touch the power of the gods in the legendary realm. ”

A low and hoarse voice sounded, and the tone was very relaxed, as if he was saying something ordinary, but the exposed information made Modrian's heart heavy.