Limontanlu, the royal capital of the Kingdom of Stoke.

The Temple of Strength, located in the southeast corner, was sparsely populated, and in a solemn atmosphere, there were occasionally one or two worshippers and priests hurrying by in the vast and solemn complex.

"This familiar force........ Is it the coming of some consciousness of God the Father? ”

Agnes Rodney, the head of the Stoke Kingdom's Temple of Power, and one of the cardinals of the Power Temple, is the figure who truly stands at the pinnacle of the Stoke Kingdom.

He stepped out of the quiet chamber and slowly levitated in the air, his calm eyes looking out towards the northern lands of the kingdom.

"Did something happen to Nancy Peters?"

The look of hesitation disappeared in a flash, and Agnes sighed softly, he had felt the touch of the spatial scroll given to Nancy before, and now the breath of the Father God came from the northern land of the kingdom, and it was obvious that something uncontrollable had appeared there.

The most important thing is the timing now, he can't leave the royal capital easily.

After waiting for many years, the old king who has always controlled the power of the kingdom and suppressed the missionary work of many temples finally broke the news that he was seriously ill, he couldn't give up here, the layout of the Temple of Power that had taken many years was slowly closing the net, and many forces hidden in the dark were also watching his movements.

"The Father's consciousness has come, and it should be able to solve the problems there, but I don't know what is going on, and I want to call the name of the Father with my life."

It is inevitable to praise the true name with the strength of the bishop, and to pay some price.

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The Gate of Sorrow, the kingdom's war bulwark, the supreme military power of the Northlands.

A faint blue glow swept through the dark chamber, the armored knight opened his eyes, a faint black energy dissipated, and he looked at the Lenwall Mountains, where he felt a sense of danger palpitating.

"The consciousness of the gods has descended? Has anyone violated the interests of the gods? ”

"Wait, the Lenwall Mountains, Baron Modrian?" A pair of fair and slender palms arranged the messy blue hair, revealing cold eyes and an indifferent face.

"It's really a restless little guy, who has provoked the iron plate! I don't know which god's consciousness body came. ”

"Shooting at this point in time, is it preparing to intensify the scope of the vortex?"

A muttered voice resounded in the chamber, and finally vanished into nothingness, returning to a quiet and silent environment.

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Phew!

The screaming birdsong sounded, breaking the stagnant time and space at the moment!

A sky-blue bluebird emerges from the distant mountains, accompanied by a strong gust of wind, blowing the golden sky with ripples, like waves.

The next moment, the blue bird soared into the sky, like an eagle fighting the sky, hitting the closed golden eyes!

Airplanes!

The cyan ripples and the golden light touched each other, and the invisible fluctuations spread, twisting into transparent folds, and the sun shone and reflected the multicolored light.

"Who is it? Dare to attack my consciousness..........."

Click!

It can be seen to the naked eye that the golden eyes that have always been closed want to open slightly, but the blue bird has always shuttled through the void, leaving cyan traces that run through the sky and stitch the sides of the eyes.

The crisp sound of struggle continued to resound, like the last madness and helplessness of an addicted person, but it was all in vain.

[Hurricane roaring]!

A strong cyan wind swept by, bringing up countless chaotic and scattered energy, forming a huge twisted tornado vortex, and at the center of it was a sky-blue blue bird.

"It's time to go!"

Phew!

A cyan tornado with a diameter of tens of meters was guided by the violent blue bird, soaring into the sky, like lightning and crashing into the trapped golden eyes.

Click!

The sound of glass shattering echoed over the town of Irwindale, and the golden eye slowly shattered under the attack of the cyan tornado, and the golden light scattered fell like a drizzle, silently immersing itself into this time and space.

"I remember your breath......... golden eyes shattered, and a trace of divine majesty echoed, and then the green wind blew, leaving no trace.

The soaring bluebird is unheard, and every time she flappes her wings in the pure blue sky, it will set off a faint and transparent breeze.

The wings fell, the bluebird hung upside down, and the breeze followed behind, blowing away the remaining golden light.

At this moment, the town of Irwindale seemed to be covered in a blue breeze, and the golden sky that had once rendered was fading, and the white clouds were gathering and drifting away again.

Above Modrian's head, the bluebird circled, chirped a few times, and then transformed into an elegant and beautiful maiden.

The elegant plain clothes set off the tall and full figure, and the long white hair was shawl, slightly covering the long pointed ears.

Seeing Modrian, Jana bent her knees slightly, put her right hand on her slender waist with a white sleeve, and a wisp of rippling breeze fluttered and danced like a wind elf.

"I'm sorry, my lord, I'm late."

"It's okay." Modrian looked up at Jana in front of him, a faint smile on her fair face. "I didn't expect that this assassination operation organized by the Temple of Power would have such twists and turns, and even attract the attention of a certain existence."

"However, judging from the situation encountered this time, we can't underestimate any temple, and I can't guarantee that some old monsters will suddenly appear."

Moving his stiff body slightly, he recalled the extraordinary confrontation he had just had, more suffocating and oppressive than the Demon Legend.

"Can you find out the specific strength of that person?"

Cana frowned slightly, her elegant face revealing a hint of solemnity. "That's supposed to be just the advent of the consciousness body, not the ontology."

"As for his strength........" Cana hesitated for a moment and continued. I don't know, it's above the legend, or even higher. ”

"Because the strength of the coming consciousness body has the strength to enter the legend for the first time!"

Hearing this, Modrian looked up at the sky, and the remaining golden drizzle was still falling slowly, and the cyan breeze did not interfere with each other, dissipating in the sky.

"How does it compare to your strength?" Modrian asked suddenly.

"Now I'm not as good as him." Cana looked sideways at the sky and said in an indifferent tone. "However, if we meet again in the future, I believe that I will definitely not be weaker than him at that time."

Proud Cana!

Modrian looked at Gana, who was as confident as a queen at this time, and inexplicably believed what she said, which is the unique charm of every hero of the Valoran continent.

Not only Jana, but also many other heroes who are now following him.

He believed that in the continent of Calradimos, these heroes would re-bloom with their own great deeds.

"Tribulation, arrange the follow-up, I don't want to see any power existence of the Temple of Power in Valoran and the surrounding area."

"Yes, my lord!" The shadows distorted, and the figure of the robbery disappeared.

The clean-up operation then began in earnest, with the Shadowlings working with the Noxian soldiers to clear the remnants of the Temple of Power from Valoran's manpower, and informing the surrounding radiation-affected areas that the Temple of Power was forbidden to spread the faith.

This is a deterrence with blood, and with the terrifying strength that Modrian has exposed, no one chooses to refuse at this moment.