LOL: Summoner of Goddess Janna

The next day, the countdown to the war reached zero.

Piltover also finally ushered in this hurricane.

The sky was completely shrouded in heavy clouds, and the sea was full of waves in the storm. The howling wind swept everything between heaven and earth,

It made the entire city seem like a lonely boat struggling to survive the tsunami.

Under this hurricane, human beings are too small.

Sun Gate Bridge position.

Marcos failed to make it yesterday, and was afraid of being arrested as a deserter, so he had no choice but to rush back and stick to his post.

He walked out of the tent that was about to be blown down by the wind wearing a raincoat that was better than nothing. Although he tried his best to tense his relatively strong body, he was still knocked head-on by the howling storm.

The wind was stronger than yesterday, and it made people even more desperate.

Is this the power of nature?

Or the wrath of the Storm Goddess?

The law enforcement officers on the ground were all thinking anxiously, but no one could give an answer. They can only wait quietly in despair.

"You're on a horse." Marcos was in an extremely bad mood.

Do you want to surrender?

This thought came to him suddenly.

"Sheriff Marcos." But at this moment, a calm and powerful voice came through the wind and rain.

It's Camille. Her reconstructed prosthetic eyes glowed with a faint blue light, which looked extremely bright in this cloudy sky.

"Ms. Camille." Marcos was a little surprised.

He subconsciously said, "I didn't expect you to come here."

After I finished speaking, I felt something was wrong. In a situation where the councilors were either cowering and hiding in the rear, or they were simply invited to drink tea by Amistan because they had deserted, what he said always sounded a bit ironic.

But Camille didn't mind.

She walked slowly to Marcos, looked at Zaun across the canal with him, and said, "For me, it's the same everywhere."

As long as this battle is defeated, as the chief culprit who started the war, she will not be able to escape the liquidation no matter what.

So Camille already has the determination to die.

"..." Marcos pondered slightly.

Perhaps it was because the storm had put everyone in a desperate situation, unknowingly erasing the differences in status, and he was emboldened.

He couldn't help asking Camille: "Ms. Camille, why are you... so persistent?"

In front of the leader, especially the leader who has grown up, the Picheng chaebol has always been weak.

They have never shy away from cooperating with leaders, and there is always room for confrontation. Many families even appear to be enemies of the leader, but in private they have become "old friends" of the leader.

Only Camille is the most thorough.

She had countless opportunities to gain the friendship of the leader, but she insisted on fighting the leader to the end.

She put herself in the position of the early bird, and she did not hesitate to betray her sovereignty, lure wolves into the house, and put the leader to death.

Marcos actually didn't understand.

What happened yesterday has proved that even if Piltover wins in the end, Piltover will no longer be the Piltover of Piltover merchants, but a semi-colony controlled by the Noxus Empire.

Why did Camille do this? Does she hate leaders so much?

"..." Camille glanced at Marcos.

She didn't want to answer.

But looking at the raging waves and the city full of wind and rain...Marcos, who was just a pawn in her hands, now became the only person who could listen to her before she died.

"Because Noxus has come, the Philos family can still exist;"

"The leader is here. Even if the bloodline of Philos can continue, the family named Philos will no longer exist."

"Everyone actually understands this truth, but only I am willing to stand up."

"Because—" Camille looked at her own Hex heart: "It's only me who dedicated everything to the family."

If Philos ceased to exist, then she would have no point in continuing to exist.

Marcos was silent.

He looked up at the marshals, his men, shivering in the storm.

"But we are not members of the Philos family." Marcos suddenly couldn't hold back his anger: "Ms. Camille, why should we sacrifice for you and your family?"

"When you usually shared the ruling dividend, you never asked this question." Camille replied.

"Bonus?" Marcos sneered: "Are you referring to the salary that Piltover gave me, or the stolen money that would be 'shot yourself in the back' if you don't obediently take it?"

"We're just dogs, don't talk so nicely!"

"So, what do you want to do?" Camille also saw that the atmosphere was not right.

But she was not afraid, she just looked at Marcos coldly, and then looked around at those law enforcement officers who also showed dissatisfaction.

Like Marcos, they had accumulated endless resentment and endless fear in the storm, just waiting for an opportunity to explode.

But Camille is like a ruthless machine: "I don't care what you are thinking or wanting to do, but I am still standing here-so, be honest and stand firm!"

"And this war hasn't started yet. Noxus is on our side, and the leader may not win."

"It's too early for you to think about standing in line now?"

she was talking.

Suddenly, the sky changed.

Literally, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed.

It was a powerful and clearly directional storm, which slowly blew away the black cumulonimbus clouds that were as wide and deep as the sea and covered the entire city.

Gradually, the hurricane "disappeared".

To be precise, the hurricane "disappeared" from the boundaries of the Twin Cities.

The Twin Cities magically became the hurricane eye of this terrible cyclone, surrounded by clouds, storms and tsunamis, but with a sunny blue sky overhead.

At this moment, all Zaunites and Mrs. Piltover can see such a spectacle:

The storm and clouds seemed to be blocked by a cylindrical invisible barrier, keeping them out of the twin cities.

And the boundless sea on the east and west sides of the twin cities, and the continuous mountains on the north and south sides of the twin cities, were all shrouded in that terrifying storm.

The storm rolled up sand, stones and trees on the mountain, and thousands of seas on the sea, and even attracted thunder from the sky.

In an instant, hundreds of tornadoes of different forms emerged around the Shuangcheng.

They connect the sea and the sky, the sky and the mountains, roaring and wreaking havoc around the twin cities.

It seems to protect the two cities in the eye of the hurricane, but it seems to surround the two cities in the middle of the storm.

"This..." The law enforcement officials were dumbfounded.

Camille was also speechless.

At this moment, even a fool can see that this is not a natural hurricane.

Because right in the center of the storm, the center of the eye of the storm, under the sun above the Shuangcheng, a phantom as huge as a mountain is slowly emerging.

She has the ears of an elf and the face of an angel. The storm surrounds her and blows endlessly, and the sun cannot take away her divine light.

"Goddess Janna! It's Goddess Janna!"

Marcus murmured the name of the god.

She was once worshiped by the people of Piltover, quietly forgotten by the people of Piltover, and later cast aside and discredited by the people of Piltover.

And now, she has returned to the world with an unstoppable posture.

She told everyone with a storm:

"Vazuan, your goddess is back!"

The entire Shuangcheng witnessed this magnificent scene.

The audience naturally included Camille, Marcos, and the law enforcement officials.

The law enforcement officers looked at each other.

They looked at each other, and...

"Stop, don't move!"

The law enforcement officers turned their guns on Camille and Marcos in an instant.

Marcos froze for a moment, then quickly turned around to join in, pointing his gun at Camille:

"Lady Camille—"

"We're doing it anyway!"