"Spend 5,000 Blue Essence?"

Modrian's face was slightly solemn, this is not a small amount, even with his current collection, there are only 2756 points of blue essence.

Looking around at the crumbling and chaotic heavy wooden shelves around them, mottled and colorful magical objects covered the ground, shimmering with an obscure glow.

【Ding.......... Does the discovery of a huge amount of energy sources allow the system to decompose? 】

His face hesitated slightly, all the magical items that Valoran had collected and acquired in the past year had been here.

A fetter of fate? Take a gamble?

【Confirm the breakdown!】 】

"I'm a little curious, what is the fate of the god-king Darius? Is it Galen? Modrian turned to look at Darius.

There is longing in the eyes, named after the god-king, so what is their end?

A rich stream of dark green data burst out of the hole in an instant, like a hungry beast, devouring the chaotic magical items scattered on the ground.

Countless data links entwined and wrapped around each magical item, and these things that were precious to the outside world dissolved in the dark green glow.

Immediately, the sound of the cold system prompt went crazy in his ears, and Modrian was enjoying it.

The emotionless voice is so pleasant to the ear at this moment.

【Ding.......... Congratulations to the host, you have obtained the Blue Essence*3424!

"So much? Unexpected, so let's get started! ”

Modrian looked at the information in the [Personal] panel, his face was surprised, and the development of Valoran's collar was becoming more and more prosperous.

Then he didn't hesitate to trigger the system prompt again.

【Ding...... When the bond of fate is triggered, is the host willing to spend 5,000 points of Blue Essence to directly summon a hero? 】

【Yes!】 】

Rumble!

An extreme silvery-white glow filled the pupils, occupying everything in the field of vision.

......................

The Kingdom of Demacia rose from the ashes of the Runic Wars, and in the centuries since its founding, it has experienced more conflicts and strife, and until now, it still stands on the continent of Valoran.

Galen and his sister Laxana were born into the noble family of Demacia, and from a very young age, he began to understand that he was expected to defend Demacia's royal power with his life.

It was predestined from birth.

His father, Pete, was a highly decorated officer, while his aunt, Tiana, was a swordsman captain in the intrepid vanguard of the elite troops.

Both were appreciated and respected by King Gawain III. It was natural for all to assume that Galen would one day be loyal to the king's son in the same way.

When Galen and Laxana were young, one of his uncles, a ranger in Demacia's army, told them stories of adventures outside the kingdom's walls, and how he protected the kingdom's people from the dangers of the outside world.

He warned them that one day something would end this relatively peaceful era.

It could be an uncontrolled mage, it could be a creature from the abyss, or it could be an unprecedented, unimaginable fear.

As if to confirm those fears, their uncle was killed by a mage in the line of duty, before Galen was eleven years old.

Galen saw the blow to his family from the death of his loved one, and the fear in his sister's eyes.

That's when he understood that magic was the first and most powerful crisis Demacia faced.

At the same time, he may have sworn never to let magic enter their walls.

Only by following their founding ideals and manifesting their immovable glory can the kingdom be safeguarded.

At the age of twelve, Galen left the ancestral home of the crowned guard in Mithril City and joined the army.

As a knightly squire, he spent his days and night in military training and strategic studies, sharpening his body and mind into weapons as strong as Demacian steel.

It was at this time that he first met the young Gawain IV among the other recruits.

The prince at this time was also the king to whom he would be loyal in the future, and the two became inseparable ever since.

Over the next few years, Galen gained his place as a Demacian warrior in the shield wall,

It soon earned a reputation for bravery on the battlefield.

By the time he was eighteen, he had won honors on the frontiers of Freljord, played a pivotal role in the cleansing of the Cultists of the Silent Forest, and fought alongside the valiant defenders of White Rock.

Gavin III personally summoned Galen's battalion back to Demacia, where he presented them with a commendation in the Hall of Valor in front of the palace.

Newly promoted to Generalissimo, Tiana's crown guard singled out her nephew and recommended him for the Intrepid Vanguard's trial.

Galen returned home to prepare, and was greeted warmly by Lux and his parents, as well as the ordinary people living in his mansion.

Although he was happy to see that his sister had grown into a smart and capable girl, something had changed about her.

He notices the change every time he sees his sister, but now Galen has to face a real and painful suspicion that Lux has magical abilities......

But he never let himself hold on to this thought for too long. The thought of the Crownguard being able to control the forbidden art that killed their uncle made him overwhelmed and afraid to face it.

Without any doubt, Galen earned his place among the fearless pioneers with his courage and skill.

Under the watchful eye of his proud family and his good friend, His Royal Highness the Prince, he made a vow before the throne.

Lux and her mother spent much of their time in the capital, serving for the King and a small group of low-key Illuminators.

But Galen kept his distance as much as possible. Although he loved his sister more than anything else in the world, a small part of his heart was hard to get close to, and he tried not to think about what he would be forced to do if his suspicions were proven.

So he threw himself into his new duties, battles, and training, working harder than before.

Then earn the title of the famous Valoran continent!

The power of Demacia!

......................

In the pure white light, there was a stout man in white and gold armor who looked blankly at everything around him, and the feather-like cloak behind him was windless.

At his feet, a silver-blue male lion looked at him with his head raised slightly, and his inexplicable majesty suppressed the void.

[What race of male lions is this?] Silver-blue curls, ha, some majestic feeling! ]

[So, where is this?!] Who am I? ]

[Oh, I remember......... I'm Galen's Crownguard! ]

[Life never ends, battle never stops!] ]

[The glory of Demacia will never go away!] ]

[Just, why am I here?] ]

Roar!

The deep roar of a lion like a bell sounded, thick and tragic, earth-shattering, and ended with a heavy, low guttural sound, just like a human gasp.

The silver-blue male lion soared into the air and directly submerged into Galen's body!

"I'm Demacia!"

'Me! ’

"It's justice!"

......................

Rumble!

An extreme silver-white light bloomed in the secret room, and in the haze, a lion's roar sounded, causing ripples in the space.

Immediately, a sturdy man in white-gold armor slowly walked out of the silver-white light, like a giant sword formed by the light on his shoulder.

"Demacia's power Galen!" Modrian saw the figure and whispered softly.

The fair-skinned face was filled with irrepressible excitement, and the memories of his past life were surging, which others could not imagine.

Only players who are also League of Legends can experience this feeling, this is a hero that every player will touch at the beginning, with different emotions.

Whew!

Roar!

However, before he could be happy, Darius beside him seemed to be unable to control his power.

The crimson wolf appeared beneath his feet, letting out a bloodthirsty roar at Galen in front of him, his sharp claws tearing through the ground.

At the same time, a silver-blue male lion appeared in front of Galen, his majestic pupils staring at the crimson giant wolf, and his proud head was full of pride!

"Fetters of fate?" Modrian seems to understand some so-called fate.

"Darius, God-King!"

"God-King Galen!"

Without waiting for Modrian's command, Darius and Galen controlled their churning power at the same time, their calm eyes looming in the void.

Click! Click!

"I, Galen's crownguard, am willing to fight for Lord Modrian!" Galen knelt on one knee in front of Modrian, bowed his head.

As soon as the words fell, the panel in Modrian's pupils continued, it was the [Hero] panel.

At this moment, the avatars of [Darius, Hand of Noxus] and [Galen, the Power of Demacia] are particularly eye-catching.

The crimson glow and the silvery white glow are contrasting with each other, constantly repulsing and merging until they are inseparable.

[Name: Galen, the Power of Demacia]

[Status: God King??? (Transforming)】

[Strength: Legendary?? 】