"Shrink, worship, marvel. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe normal state of people is no exception. ”

Aurelian Thor has created miraculous stars to bring his magnificent grace to the vastness of the barren space. Now, however, his power has been engineered to serve an empire hidden in the depths of space. In order to return to the Avenue of the Stars, Aurelian Thor vows to reclaim his freedom. Even if the stars are summoned to wrath and overthrow all beings.

The appearance of a comet is often a harbinger of upheaval and upheaval. As the restless tail of the comet swept across the sky, new kings in the world were erected, and the old masters were all gone, and even the shimmering starlight above the nine heavens was turned upside down. And these rumors are far from depicting the real terrifying truth behind them: under this bewildering glow, there is a powerful interstellar spirit creature hidden.

Aurelian Thor, this ancient being, appeared long before the remnants of the nebula converged into thousands of worlds. Since he was born in the beginning of the Taixi, he has wandered in the infinite emptiness, looking for the magnificent brilliance scattered in the vast deep space, rendering his eternal flying sky.

Just as the dragon of the starry sky came from beyond the sky, Aurelian Thor had never encountered anything like it. As the universe gradually flourished, many of the newly opened consciousnesses began to look up at the sky, amazed by his creation, and fell into breathless contemplation. Countless worlds have worshipped him, and these fledgling civilizations have depicted many arrogant and comical doctrines and philosophies according to his stars, which makes him very amused.

Among all beings, there are only a few categories that can be recognized by him. In order to get in touch with them more deeply, he chose the most ambitious race among them and descended on them personally. These lucky chosen ones have learned to reveal the secrets of the universe and have expanded their territory beyond their own planet. On the day of the first arrival of the Star Forger, he was repeatedly sung by the thousands of songs of the later generations of the Titan Clan. The stars swirled into a colossal storm, carrying the mighty sky into a majestic form, gorgeous and terrifying.

The splendor of the stars stretched out within him, the newborn stars paced brightly, and the constellations rearranged between his thoughts. The Titans fell in love with the light that tore the heavens apart, honored him as Aurelian Thor, and offered him the right of honor: a splendid crown made of stars. He gladly accepted the coronation. However, it didn't take long for Aurelian Thor to get tired of the world and return to what he saw as the richer expanse of space.

But the farther away he was from this world, the stronger the longing in his heart became. This strange thought constantly disturbed his mind and led him away from his path! His mind was full of shouts, and he crossed the Flood Star Plain with a commanding tone, repeatedly urging him. It seems that the gifts he received with joy were not good.

Enraged, he struggled to resist the evil thoughts that wanted to control him, and tried to break free from this ominous bond by brute force, only to find that every time he attacked his new master, one of the stars in the sky would permanently dissipate into ashes. Aurelian Thor is trapped by a stronger form of magic that forces him to put his power under the control of the titans. He fought against the armored behemoths that tore through the cosmic canopy and other terrifying beings in the depths, some of whom had known him since the beginning of time. For thousands of years, he has been the driving force of the Titan, smashing all invasions that threaten the rule of the Titan, and helping "it" build a majestic empire across the stars. All these chores were nothing more than a gratuitous waste of his extraordinary talent. Moreover, the reason why the universe has light is not all due to him! Why did he bend to these inferior creatures?

When the realm of the stars gradually fell into disarray due to neglect, his former glory also dimmed. Aurelian Thor no longer wants to wander in the warm glow of the newly lit stars. Suddenly, he sensed something unusual: the unequal agreement seemed to loosen a little. The voice in the crown began to disintegrate. They collided with each other, argued with each other, and some even fell into an ominous silence altogether. An unknown catastrophe beyond his comprehension seemed to have swept through the kingdom that bound him. They're falling apart. Hope crept back into his heart.

The call for freedom drew nearer, and Aurelian Thor returned to the Land of Runeterra, where all entanglements began. The balance of the land will be tilted by his will. At the same time, many civilizations among billions of stars will witness his rebellion and applaud his earth-shattering wrath. Everyone will understand what a terrible price to pay for a conspiracy to steal the power of the Starry Sky Dragon.

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Dawn in pairs

The rising sun, as it is known in this world, still sleeps behind the horizon. The savage and rough earth slowly unfolded. Mountains wind like knuckles among the low hills. Palaces and mansions with deliberately imitation shapes are entrenched on the hills. The contours of this planet resemble the many stars of the zenith, and the tranquility and elegance of it are simply unknown to the natives. They are scattered and inhabited, ignorant and ignorant, unaware that they have long since surrendered to great power, let alone the predicament in which they find themselves.

The fiery light I gathered in my path shone on the world below me. Tiny lives overflowing with strife, fear, and joy are enjoying themselves in cramped corners. They looked up at me as I crossed the sky, and it was so sad and lovely. I have heard their calls to me: prophets, comets, monsters, gods, demons...... And so on and so forth, and so on, but none of them are exact.

In a flat desert, there was a familiar sting sensation of magic, sourced from the original civilization that had risen among the wilderness. And behold, a huge sun wheel is about to be completed. When the poor slaves saw my trail, they couldn't help but grab the ground with their heads. Their cruel masters regard my fiery meteor-like figure as an unshakable omen. My traces will be respectfully engraved on the plain rocks by them in humble figures, and they will praise the transcendent comets as the gods' approval of their deeds. The sole purpose of the Sun Wheel is to channel the sun's abundant splendor into the bodies of the greatest of these humanoids, transforming them into the most desired beings on the planet: the embarrassing "demigods". This effort will surely lead to a burn. But I suspect that they will survive for a while, maybe a thousand years or so, and then they will fall into decay and be replaced by other populations.

I continued onward, paddling over the parched grassland. The desert was sinking into darkness behind me. The brown rocks are dotted with greenery, and it looks like an idyllic paradise. However, beneath the serene surface lies bloodstains and corpses. The battle was already lost, and the survivors raised their crude axes and shouted for a bloody way. The head of the middle-aged man was pierced by a javelin and nailed to the dirt floor, flanked by a warrior still struggling and screaming. The few were surrounded by soldiers riding rough beasts.

When the people who were trapped in the beast saw me, they seemed to be instantly ignited. They dragged their broken bodies, grabbed axes and bows and arrows, and broke through with the enemy. I'm not interested in watching their little fights, because I've seen them thousands of times: the surviving people carved the comet into the cave walls. Thousands of years from now, their descendants will put my image on banners and banners, and once again join the same dull and senseless battles. And to those who record history, he must ask why they never learn their lessons. And this kind of lesson has also put me in a strange situation.

The cycle of heavenly principles, and let them indulge in it themselves.

My track staggered with more residents. Their common reaction was not surprising: they pointed and pointed, got down on their knees, and then erected a stone platform and offered virgins and boys. They looked up at the sky and saw a comet passing by, never looking for what was really beneath the glorious exterior, but merging it into their self-righteous worldview, and my solemn face was forever obscured. A few of the more civilized, only relatively speaking, races will look up and note my trajectory in their scientific calendars, rather than simply as material for the prophets. Although there is no lack of novelty, even a race of such intelligence has a common phenomenon of biased assumption that I appear according to the law of a fixed trajectory. Alas, what a miss. Still, I don't have to expect much from these simple-minded terrestrial creatures. They can't be blamed for that either. It seems that if the laws of evolution are to become a program in this world, they will have to go through quite a bit of twists and turns.

However, the novelty that these young animals brought to me was almost gone. The force that held my magic in prison dragged me from one barren world to another centuries ago. Now, it leads me back to the familiar boulder. The dissolved sunlight that fills the surface of this stone ball comes from the most ancient creations of my love and radiance. Ah, the moment when she first sprinkled her own light on thousands of living beings, it was only for me, as a starter, that I was fated to see it. I miss it so much, the stars bursting with warm energy, caressing my face and fingertips. Each star inspires a unique energy that reflects the spirit of the Creator, like a precious gem. They are the flakes of the universe that burn lightly, resisting the boundless darkness.

Unfortunately, my cherished memories are now overshadowed by betrayal. Yes, this is where the Titans led me into a cage. But now is not the time to dwell on the past. The old Star Spirits want me to come and put down yet another rebellion—in their name, of course.

Then I saw him. This warrior of all kinds, wielding a spear made of star gemstones, stood alone on the top of a small mountain. He stared at me through the armor on his face, like a spark disguised as lightning. A thick brown braid slid from his shoulders to his chest and landed on his golden breastplate. His body was freckled, and his skin was pale. His eyes were the only ones on his face that weren't covered by a helmet, bursting with blood-red light.

He called himself Panson.

He raised his muscular arms, his glittering cloak flipped open, and leaned back as if dragging a majestic chain. And my body, bound by the cruel contract, suddenly rolled involuntarily, lost my balance, and fell straight towards the top of the hill where she stood. He started yelling at me.

His voice pierced into my head through this crown of stars with a thousand cuts, and it exploded. The rest of the voices died down.

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PS: This chapter is all reprinted!

All reprinted!

It's reprinted!

It's just that there are very few modifications, if you want to see the original version of the friends, please move to the LOL official website ~ or Baidu (in fact, it is part of the modification of Pan Sen, and all the others are the same)