LOL: Summoner of Goddess Janna

The weak and pitiful mortals actually united and waved their fists at the extraordinary beings who had been transformed by the prosthetic body.

This is Zaun, the Twin Cities, and even Runeterra as a whole. Nothing like this has ever happened in history.

If ants huddle together in a ball, aren't they still ants?

Why did he evolve into Superman?

"Run!!" The wind roared in the factory.

The supervisors, factory guards, and the small team of prosthetic warriors were all stunned by this incredible scene.

Their instinct is to escape.

But the winds of change are already blowing.

“Draft grandma’s!”

"Stop for me!"

When a war breaks out, Baku and other leaders who are authentically from the bottom of Zuan will immediately "reveal their true colors".

They didn’t shout any slogans or sing any songs. They cursed heartily and led everyone forward with a roar:

"Don't run away - your worker grandfather is here!!"

The long-suppressed emotions of the slave workers finally exploded at this moment.

They remember the whip of the overseer, the blood and sweat they shed, and the desperate eyes of their companions who were dragged onto trucks like pigs and sent to be "optimized"...

They all remember and endure it until now:

"Takeda Saito, fuck me!"

The strong wind condensed into a terrifying whirlpool and turned into a tornado.

The tornado roared out under the concerted control of the wind leaders, devouring everything in front of it.

Those overseers and guards, who were just mortals, couldn't even escape and were mercilessly swallowed up by this tornado.

They flew up into the sky out of control like pieces of paper, spinning countless large circles in the air before falling heavily to the ground from high altitude.

Snapped--

The overseers' heads were smashed to pieces on the ground like watermelons.

But the slave workers will have no sympathy.

When they passed by, they would even kick these mutilated and twisted corpses with hatred. Only by trampling these bastards into a puddle of humanoid flesh would they be able to relieve their anger.

Some of the prosthetic warriors were unable to escape and were swept up high by the strong wind, and fell to the ground.

But their bodies are strong and they will not be crushed to death.

But the next second...

The slave workers who usually feared them like tigers were drowning them like a tide.

Many of them are wind leaders like Baku, who control the divine power of wind gathered by everyone.

Some were slave workers who had taken away the weapons from the guards. When they saw these prosthetic warriors, they poured out firepower crazily.

Some simply used their bare hands to take advantage of the prosthetic warriors being suppressed by the strong wind. They rushed up and rode on them without any reason, and used their fists and teeth to attack any part of their bodies that could be attacked.

"Ahhhh!!" screams echoed in the factory.

Those few prosthetic warriors with extraordinary strength were torn into pieces by the crazy slave workers without any chance of fighting back.

Blood, brains, torn flesh, broken bones, torn off modified prosthetic bodies, rioting workers with red eyes who tortured and killed the supervisors...the picture was horrific and bloody.

At first glance, it seems that the slave workers are the cruel and murderous villains.

If the peaceful citizens of Piltover saw this scene, they would definitely shout that the Zaun people were cruel and violent, and accuse the leader of being inhumane.

But where did they learn their cruel violence?

It's nothing more than the tireless "teaching by words and deeds" of the masters for hundreds of years.

"We've shed enough blood, now—"

"It's your turn!"

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

Although Takeda Saito's name is very Ionian, after several generations of mixed blood from his ancestors, he is actually a standard Zaunian with blond hair and a big beard, both in appearance and mentality.

So when he heard his subordinates rushing to report that his port, shipyard, and smuggling warehouses by the port had been captured by rioting slave workers, his first reaction was:

"Cao Nima's!"

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

Takeda Saito cursed a series of Zuan dialects.

He used his own steel arm, which had also been modified by prosthetics, to grab the subordinate who hurriedly came to report the news.

"What are you talking about? Slave workers, a bunch of slave workers who are worse than dogs, are they capable of taking over my shipyard?"

"I have deployed a small team of prosthetic warriors in the shipyard!"

"Where did they die?!"

"No, I don't know..." the subordinate replied tremblingly.

The riot happened too quickly and too violently. The overseers, guards and prosthetic soldiers in the factory didn't even have time to escape before they were torn to pieces by the angry workers.

"I... I was patrolling outside the shipyard, and I didn't even know what was going on inside the factory... Those slave workers with guns came out like mad dogs—"

"Not only do they have guns, but they can also use wind elemental spells!"

"I'm afraid all those prosthetic warriors are gone."

"What?!" Takeda Saito couldn't believe it.

The prosthetic warriors are already his most elite troops. Not even the prosthetic warriors are afraid, these are no longer ordinary workers, these are obviously thugs sent by hostile forces!

Yes, definitely. Otherwise, how could any of these stinky screwdrivers know magic?

"Bastard...who is it! Who is it!"

"Is it Hilko? Or that bullshit leader?"

Takeda Saito thought of his two main enemies at the moment. The latter seems to be more in line with the characteristics of "Wind Elemental Mage".

But he didn't have time to think about it now.

After all, no matter who did this...the shipyard, warehouse, and port are all important assets that he must not lose.

There are a total of 12 armed merchant ships parked in the port, which are the family fortune he has accumulated through many years of hard work.

Not to mention, there is a steam ironclad parked in the shipyard that he spent countless money and effort on, hiring the best ship designers and engineers in Zaun to build.

He also pointed to relying on this ironclad ship to open up the situation on the sea and wrestle with the pirates of Bilgewater.

"No more hesitation, we must hit hard!"

"Whether they are slave workers or leaders..." The war has already begun.

"Gather all the prosthetic warriors and kill these bastards!"

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

On the Siren, Sarah used a telescope to observe the situation at the shipyard from a distance.

Seeing the slave workers angrily rushing out of the factory, the enemy being overwhelmed by the overwhelming crowd, and the riot gradually subsided in victory, Sarah couldn't help but murmur:

"They did it, actually."

"I said it." Levi's voice followed closely: "The masses have power. With the divine power returned by the goddess Janna, mass movements in Runeterra are no longer a fantasy."

Sarah thought for a while, but still gave her objection: "No, I still don't agree with promoting this kind of 'mass movement'."

"President Levi, you should have noticed... They do have power, but their power is relatively limited."

The stronger a person's spiritual power, the stronger the divine power his soul can borrow, carry, and control.

Is it strong if the borrowed powers of hundreds of people are combined in one place?

Even strong is strong. But speaking of weakness... the divine power that Seraphine can carry alone is stronger than hundreds of them combined.

"They succeeded this time because their enemy was still too weak."

"They just eliminated one factory guard, but they are already showing signs of waning and being unable to continue."

Sarah observed that just as the battle was coming to an end, the workers were actually no longer able to control the storm.

"But among Takeda Saito's subordinates, there are more than just guards from this factory?"

The workers' strength was only enough to defeat such a small group of guards.

Takeda Saito's large force will arrive later, and they will still have to die.

So Sarah is not in favor of promoting this kind of mass movement.

This time, with Li Wei secretly protecting him, the workers could win without any worries.

If in other places, where Li Wei couldn't take care of them, ordinary people were so reckless and caused trouble... then they would have to hit their heads and bleed.

After all, the tough battle still has to be fought by extraordinary people like Levi.

The so-called power of the masses can only be regarded as an added bonus.

"No, Sarah." Levi said, "If you think the power of the masses is limited, that's actually because what we are doing this time is just a small-scale experiment, not a real mass movement."

"Yes, one factory's workers are only enough to deal with one factory's guards."

"Takeda Saito still has many factories and many guards, and his main force has not yet been dispatched."

"But the problem is-"

"Have we mobilized all the people oppressed by Takeda Saito before he sent a large army?"

This time, the leader only mobilized slave workers from a factory.

Under Takeda Saito, there are tens of thousands of lower-level workers who silently suffer this pain.

If these tens of thousands of people could be truly mobilized, the storm they could set off would not be the "powerless breeze" that Sarah saw today, which blew out in just a few minutes.

At that time, even if Takeda Saito pulled out all his main troops, who would be able to scare him?

“So as the leader’s faith spreads, the mass movement needs to follow suit.”

"With the leadership and mobilization of the leader, and the protection and help of the goddess Janna, the masses can burst into power beyond everyone's imagination."

"They'll make it."

"Even if you fail a few times, it doesn't matter-"

If you stand up to resist and lose, will nothing really change?

of course not.

Whether it is the alchemy barons of Zaun or the plutocratic families of Piltover, they are all businessmen.

Businessmen all know how to calculate costs.

Originally, Takeda Saito sent dozens of gun-wielding guards and a small team of prosthetic warriors to firmly control nearly a thousand slave workers in shipbuilding factories and port warehouses.

But now, the workers have the goddess Janna as a support and have the ability to control the wind. The absolute strength gap between them and the extraordinary ones has been flattened unconsciously.

If the Alchemist Baron wants to suppress these workers again, he may need ten times as many combatants as before;

The security costs consumed may be dozens of times higher than before.

Then the gentlemen have to think about it...are the profits they get from squeezing slave labor enough to cover this large security cost?

Instead of spending a lot of money on strengthening security, should we appropriately improve the treatment of workers and give them a way to survive so that they will no longer cause trouble - and the profits will be higher?

"Ziben's family is like a lazy fat pig. If you don't kick his butt a few times, he will never make progress on his own."

"In the past, mortals didn't even have the ability to kick their butts."

"But now, everything has changed."

"So, Sarah," Levi told her proudly, "we don't have to be afraid of the failure of the mass movement."

"From the moment the mortals of Runeterra were able to stand up and exercise, we won."

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The second one will be later_(:з　∠)_