Airplanes!!!

A majestic Imperial Shadow loomed behind Svein, rapidly imaged across the ice sheet.

The grandeur of the immortal fortress, the bravery of the people of the empire, the prosperity of the entire empire.

Svein's empire in mind, supported by the power of the Heart of Noxus, is completely embodied in front of everyone.

"This is the first time I have seen the kingdom created by mankind, a kind of unimaginable prosperity and grandeur."

Orn sat casually on the ground, looking up at the surrounding scenery, and couldn't help but sigh.

Having spent thousands of years with humans, he knows the potential of this race.

And the human civilization represented by Noxus today has undoubtedly developed to its peak.

Even the Imperial Phantom created by Svein was enough for him to get a glimpse of the Noxus Empire, and he also had a sense of admiration for the most powerful civilization in the Runeterra.

This civilization has only developed for a thousand years, but in his eyes, it has surpassed all the past in history.

"Pointless resistance."

Bervis still looked indifferent, but just sneered lightly, and the vast void power in his body overflowed outward at the same time.

Although there is contempt in and out of the words, the current Svein is enough to make it take it seriously.

It's just that the end is already doomed.

Boundless darkness rose from behind her, as if it could consume everything.

Darkness permeated the surroundings, enveloping the Empire's manifestation from the periphery.

Except for the cities and people of the empire, which shone like bright lights, the rest of the place was covered in darkness.

This is the world of Bervis, and the world of the void.

There is only darkness in the void, no light, no existence, just pure nothingness.

There lurks all-devouring monsters, hiding in the boundless darkness, devouring not only life, but even thoughts.

Oriana looked up at the pitch black above her head with an expression of endless solemnity.

In the boundless darkness, she sensed danger.

The world that Bervis created was far stronger and more stable than the empire had estimated.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

As the two worlds began to clash, Orn slowly stood up and slammed the ground with the nearly deformed hammer in his hand.

It was supposed to be the sound of gold and iron clashing, but every time he hit the ground, it made a bloody sound like the sound of war drums.

Orn's expression was solemn at the moment, and he struck the ground with a hammer, as if he was doing something sacred.

He was no longer able to fight the rest of the battle, but as Freljord's oldest demigod, she would do her last bit by hammering the ground as a drum.

"Empire, strike!"

Svein's deep voice echoed through the world, and the Imperial warriors poured out, torch in hand, and with unwavering conviction, they charged into the endless darkness around them.

The flames spread outward, illuminating the boundless darkness and revealing the countless giant, evil monsters within.

But soon, the spreading fire suffered the baptism of those monsters.

They easily tore apart the Imperial warriors, crushing the torches and plunging the surrounding area into darkness once again.

"The Void wants to drag the world into the darkness of nothingness, and humanity will carry the light to illuminate the engulfed darkness."

Orn struck the drum and whispered softly:

"I can't predict who will emerge victorious, but what today's human civilization, Noxus, has done deserves to be remembered by all the creatures of Runeterra."

"Ten thousand years ago, the three Freljord sisters chose to make a deal with the darkness and exposed the Runeterras to the void for the first time."

"But 8,000 years ago, they chose to sacrifice themselves and freeze the Void beneath Freljord."

"4,000 years ago, the Void struck again, and the Acacia civilization met the Void with its body, which ultimately brought great tragedy."

"3,000 years ago, the Shurima civilization paid a terrible price to restore the Runeterrae Lands to their original appearance."

"And today, Lisandro, one of the three sisters, has finally fallen, but she would rather pay the price of her life and delay it for a few more days."

"After the invasion of the Void, the descendants of the three sisters had the courage to fight against the Void, and now Noxus, the most prosperous human civilization in the Land of Runeterra, is also like Shurima back then, blatantly colliding with the Void without any compromise."

“.”

Orn whispered the history of humanity and the Void in Runeterra, his voice long and old.

And all the words he said were recorded by Orianna on the side, and finally recorded at the end of the Heart of Noxus, in a special way, passed down towards the future.

Even if Noxus collapses one day, what they and their predecessors have done will continue with the inheritance of mankind.

Orn looked up at the sky, and it was as if history was being written again.

Human civilization uses fire as light and continues to advance and explore towards darkness.

In the end, he met the unknown in the darkness and fell.

It's hard to say whether it's humans who attract the Void or the Void that attracts humanity.

Human beings explore the unknown darkness, and the darkness wants to devour the only light.

Some people fell in the void, and some people carried the banner of facing the void.

"History and the future are always like intricate lines, intersecting, obsessed with each other, and parallel to each other, and finally forming a cycle."

Orn seemed to have thought of something, and the force of the hammer in his hand was even greater.

The hammer in his hand was a tool that he forged himself and named the hammer he named it.

Many people in the outside world thought that the hammer was very useful and worshipped him as the god of forging, and he knew this, but he didn't care.

The hammer is his favorite tool because whenever the hammer strikes down, he always feels that his work is responding to him.

And today, when his hammer, which had been with him for many years and had become broken, struck the ground hard.

He seemed to hear that the work that had been buried in his heart for so many years was echoing him.

Orn's face grew stupid, and the hammer danced in his hand.

One, two, three, ten, hundred

A hammer struck the ground, and the magma from the ground poured out of the ground, and the volcano was ready to erupt.

Oriana looked at Orn's actions in amazement, with an inexplicable emotion in her eyes.

She didn't expect that someone would realize her own world when she observed the collision of two true god-level worlds.

Although the world was still in its infancy, as Orn continued to tap the ground, she could feel that the world of volcanic lava beneath the ground was being conceived at a rapid pace.

According to the Empire's revenue, Orn is not only the oldest demigod in Freljord, but also the oldest being in the Land of Runeterra.

The accumulation of time has given Orn all the foundations to become a true god.

Perhaps, today will be the foundation of Orn's godhood.

At the same time, when Orn becomes a god, the current situation will also be completely reversed.

(End of chapter)