League of Legends Invades Another World

Gululu! Gululu!

Moody Mazda's head rolled along the ground, picking up a little dust and smearing the scars, but these couldn't hide the horror of his final face of death, and a trace of... relief.

pat!

Tai Long stretched out his left foot, stepped on the rolling head, looked down at the blood-stained lizardman's face, and said softly, "What a pity!"

Sometimes, different circumstances, pitiful, can interpret completely different meanings.

Talon, the dagger hidden in the dark.

He has assassinated countless people of different identities for the Noxian Empire, and he has also seen the attitude of most people when facing death. There are many kneeling beggers and betrayers, but there are also a few guys who stick to their principles.

And, like Moody Mazda, there are very few who interpret faith with their own lives.

This is a group of poor people, but also a group of respectable people, who can give everything to their beliefs, including their lives and souls.

Turning his eyes, Tyrone looked at Katarina beside him with a subtle expression.

Because Moody Mazda's head is not Katarina, but...

puff! puff! puff!

The axe spun, harvesting the remaining resistance in front of the city gate.

As if aware of the cold eyes, Draven turned to look at Katarina and Tyrone, and grinned: "Don't mind, I just think it's time to end the battle here."

"Because we have more important things to do!"

Boom!

As soon as the words fell, the war-torn city gate collapsed, smoke and dust were everywhere, and the hot flames burning in the city could be faintly seen.

And the collapse of the city gate means that Drowkod, the capital of the kingdom of Bethlik, has completely embraced Valoran, and it also means that the war will come to an end!

......

......

Drowcord.

The thousand-year-old capital under the pervasive war has completely lost its former prosperity.

The crimson flames burned the gorgeous buildings on both sides of the street, and the rich rust smell filled the air. From time to time, there would be lizardmen rushing out, kneeling down, breathing the air of living people.

But there are more angry howls, one after another, under the waves of flames, telling the indomitable and final struggle of the lizardmen.

Unfortunately, that's all for the Noxian Legion.

Lines of armored, icy-looking Noxian Legionnaires weaved between the different buildings of Dzerkod, strangling the last remaining resistance and crushing any mess-makers.

Lizardmen who have lost their faith are like toothless hyenas. The only thing waiting for them is their demise, but it's just a long time.

Darius walked in Zorkodene, his calm eyes looked at the tragic scene around him without any disturbance.

Burn the city, loot and devour all living beings.

He has long been accustomed to such a picture, whether it is Valoran continent or Kaladimos continent, victory is the only goal he desires, and everything else is trivial.

Crossing the street, Darius walked towards the center of the city, and behind him were Draven, Katerina and others who had gathered.

The battlefield in front of them can be handed over to the Noxian Legion, and the Lizardman Temple is their goal to enter Drowkod.

Even if someone is already there.

......

Lizardman Temple.

The sacred building complex, which symbolizes theocracy, was turned into a broken wall in the aftermath of the almost god-like battle.

Looking from a distance, the dust and dilapidated walls are full of eyes, the storm remains, the surging energy is raging, and a few mottled brilliance flickers. It is the scene of the broken space behind the main material plane, strange and distant.

The main material plane consciousness has not come?

Darius looked at the dilapidated environment in front of him, frowning slightly, a little surprised.

According to past experience, once there is a battle beyond the limit of the main material plane, the pan-consciousness will condense and descend, interfere with the surrounding energy, and suppress the fighting storm. However, this battle did not lead to the interference of the main material plane. He felt that There was something wrong with the situation.

Looking up at the sky, beyond the crimson flames, there are layers of psychedelic red brilliance, shrouding the world.

"The seriousness of the bottomless abyss? Or some information that the Valoran Territory does not know?"

Thoughts arose in Darius' heart, but his footsteps did not stop. The group marched forward against the aftermath of the energy and slowly walked towards the main temple.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The storm roared, and as the pace moved forward, Darius and others got closer to the main temple, the smell of rust in the air became more and more intense, and occasionally residual spatial ripples swept the ground and wiped out the walls.

"That is?"

Suddenly, Delevingne, who was walking forward in silence, was surprised, and his eyes were fixed on the 'huge' scene behind a broken wall.

Within the field of vision, a scaled arm the size of a mountain was buried in the building, and the rich aura of the bottomless abyss came from the surface, indicating where the owner of the arm came from.

"Dareus!"

Aatrox, who was floating in the sky, fell down and looked down at the human in front of him with a solemn expression. He once heard the name of the Hand of Noxus in Valoran, but now this 'mortal' has the ability to look directly at the gods. The power, at least made him feel a touch of fear.

Hearing his name, Darius nodded.

To ensure victory in this war, Valoran led the

A lot of preparations have been made in secret, and the Darkborn Sword Demon Aatrox is only one of them. However, judging from the current situation, it seems that the follow-up preparations are a bit over-considered.

Looking over the scaled arm, Darius' cold expression showed a touch of relief. Victory was already firmly in hand, and the Temple of the Lizardmen and the Kingdom of Bethlik were about to become a thing of the past.

Before that happens, though, one more thing needs to be done.

Darius led Draven and others along the broken stairs into the dilapidated main temple.

The dome disappeared, and the only remaining rune glow reflected the dim light, pulling out elongating and eerie shadows that stayed in front of Timothy's eyes.

"Uh......"

A low hoarse gasp sounded, Timothy leaned his body, leaned on the broken red throne, and the golden crown on his head tilted slightly.

As a demigod powerhouse, even if the essence of flesh and blood is lost, his tenacious vitality still allows Timothy to maintain the last trace of sanity.

Sensing the arrival of the stranger, he raised his eyes extremely tiredly, saw Darius and the others, and recognized their identities at the same time.

Although the Kingdom of Bethlik lost the protection of Samuanya, the god of the lizardmen, the intelligence system woven over thousands of years has investigated a lot of information about the Valoran Territory since the war of gods.

Darius, one of the most important goals!

It is also the murderer who slaughtered Samuanya!

"Take off his crown and end this war!" Darius ignored Timothy's resentful eyes, turned to look at Draven beside him, and said condensedly.

The crown represents the supreme power of the kingdom.

The crown of the kingdom of Bethlik was worn on Timothy's head.

Even if the energy is rampant, the luxurious crown of the golden colored glass still shines brightly, showing the supreme power.

"Leave it to me!" Delevingne patted his chest, and the ring-handled axe in his hand brought gusts of wind and waves, blowing the other head around his waist.

blah blah blah! blah blah blah! blah blah blah!

Draven took a leisurely pace, walked to Timothy, lowered his head and looked down at the ugly lizard man's face, and said with a grin, "God's spokesperson? The wearer of the crown?"

Snapped!

Draven stretched out his calloused left hand, held the golden crown on Timothy's head, rubbed it carefully, and then he raised the ring-handled axe high and slashed it down.

puff!

The icy cold light swept through the air, reflecting Timothy's desperate eyes, and a big lizardman head broke away from the broken body in an instant.

Huh?

Draven raised his shriveled head with a slightly puzzled expression: "Strange, there is no blood coming out!"

Then he abandoned the weird thoughts in his heart, shook his head, and hung it around his waist together with the crown... It fits perfectly with the head of Moody Mazda before, and it also indicates that the Drowcord is top-notch. All combat power is dead.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Just as Darius had just walked down the steps, the dilapidated temple behind him collapsed, and the diffuse dust was swept away by the raging storm and disappeared.

The temple collapsed.

It was announced that Drowkod had lost the last strength he could rely on, and the hope of the kingdom of Bethlik had been completely dashed.

Seeing this, Darius breathed a sigh of relief, the war in Drowkod was over, but in this country standing above the primeval forest, there were still resistance forces, which required the Valoran Territory to carry out the final sweep. and clean up.

Of course, these don't require him to do it.

The Noxian Legion and subsequent Valoran powers will annihilate all resisting lizardmen in this land.

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