League of Legends Invades Another World

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The evil eye swinging with black silk threads slowly overflowed with viscous blood from the corner of the eye, contaminating and eroding the surrounding space, strange and terrifying.

"The Blasphemer!"

Tobias saw those crows that were about to move, and instantly understood the thoughts of these guys in Valoran, who wanted to replicate the previous miracle.

Swing the butcher knife and cut down the gods!

"Stupid guys!" Tobias' eyes showed a hint of madness, he no longer hesitated, and quickly mobilized his huge spiritual sense to pull the threads of conspiracy around him.

The black robe is windless and automatic, like wings hanging from the sky, obscuring the moonlight in the night sky.

In the eyes of the world, he is an abyss evil god who is good at conspiracy and people's hearts, secretly starting a huge war, overthrowing countless forces and intelligent beings, including many legends resounding on the Caladimus continent.

But don't forget his name of the evil god, the god of conspiracy and evil.

As early as when he was active on the main material plane, those gods of order tried to encircle him several times, but unfortunately, in front of his conspiracy line and terrifying strength, they were all unsuccessful.

Conspiracy comes first, evil comes after.

If the conspiracy is invalid, then it will be time for him to show his strength, which is also his ultimate reliance as a fisherman.

At any time, strength is always the root of the vertical cone.

【Conspiracy · Evil · Body of Resurrection】!

Bang!

The evil eye suspended from the ground behind his back exploded, and countless thick black blood fell like a rainstorm, and like a bird returning to its nest, they merged into Tobias' body, and the twisted and wriggling lines of conspiracy broke free. The invisible pressure brought by the strange crow, like a gecko, climbed above the hazy black phantom, making strange sounds.

The dim moonlight swayed, and the evil chants echoed.

In the phantom, there are countless grievances wailing, and illusory black silk threads are linking above their heads to guide the black energy body.

When the divine sense settled, the clinging thread of conspiracy and the evil power turned into a ferocious and sturdy jet-black armor, covering Tobias' thin body.

With gray-white hair scattered on his shoulders, he stared at the flock of crows not far in front of him, and said in a low voice, "Come on, let me see if I have this crazy idea?"

Although he still doesn't know the identity of the other party, but in the upcoming confrontation, he will definitely be able to peek at the other party's divine power and identify the identity.

Divine power is the manifestation of the power of every god, and no one can cover up the essence of their own power.

With the bright moon hanging high, Tobias stuck out his purple tongue and licked his lips. He was looking forward to the next battle, eager to try, and a little curious.

Insight into the conspiracy he thinks is perfect, and he can calmly lay traps.

Is it luck, or is there some 'something' to desire?

The dark gray ground shattered, and Tobias stepped forward with a bang. Between the silence and the movement, the majestic evil force was like a monstrous wave, smashing the uncontrollable shadow mist around him, causing huge air waves.

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Above the Rakstark fortress.

Pantheon and the lord of the bone abyss, Jacarage, have already fought a real fire, and the pale skeletons and pale golden flames in the sky are fiercely fighting for the sole dominance.

At the edge of the battle storm caused by the two, there are cobweb-like space cracks, densely packed, connecting the sky and the ground, and then connecting the transition plane, the gorgeous space energy suddenly shows a brilliant light, embellishing the shadowy night sky.

Just when Tobias, the god of conspiracy and evil, erupted with a terrifying evil force, Jacarage's offensive was delayed for a moment, and Pantheon seized the fleeting opportunity to smash the left wing's bones and wings. dozens of coccyx.

Although the pale coccyx was restored to its original state in a matter of seconds, such a healing wound was enough to consume the original power of Jacarage's descending avatar.

"Damn it, there is a strong man who is comparable to a god hidden in the fortress." Jaccarag turned his huge dragon eyes and looked in the direction of Tobias, his expression sank.

The sudden burst of evil power, without any scruples, was like a beacon in the darkness, attracting his attention and letting him secretly understand that things were beginning to develop in an unknown direction.

"Panson!" Jaccarag waved his skeleton wings to resist the fierce attack of the mortals in front of him.

The information of Samuanya, the god of lizardmen, is somewhat inaccurate. The power that Pan Sen shows at this moment can completely fight the god head-on, at least the weak divine power is absolutely fine.

This does not refer to the avatar of the gods, but the real power of the gods.

No matter how you cultivate your own god clone, you can't fully exert the true power of the god, which is the detachment attribute carried by the most powerful and immortal creatures in the Caladimus continent.

After a moment of fierce confrontation, the Cthulhu avatar, the lord of the bone abyss, Jacarage, who descended on the main material plane, has turned from attack to defense. Victory is an extravagant hope. The god Tobias, the target person - Modrian.

However, it now seems that Tobias has also encountered a strong block, and even did not hesitate to consume the power of the source of evil, and exerted the full power of the clone as much as possible.

"What kind of monster are we planning this time? Why are there so many powerful men comparable to gods in such a mere human territory!"

Jacques Carragher sensed the changes in the surrounding shadows and mist, and it seemed that some terrifying existence had awakened, without form, without thought,

But it made him feel a deep fear.

Emotions that seemed to be innate, existed from the moment he was born, and could not be discarded.

On the other hand, Pantheon, who was at the center of the skeletal storm, used his spear and shield to defend against the boundless skeletal attack around him.

When the familiar and fearful power fluctuations came from below, the pale golden mortal power ignited the boiling blood in the body and began to sound the horn of the counterattack.

The seemingly ordinary spears and shields shone with dazzling light, and strands of brilliant runes emerged, completely igniting the shadowy sky, competing with the high-hanging bright moon.

In just an instant, the lord of the bone abyss, Jacarragh, felt a lot of pressure. The sharp spear made his proud bone defense as fragile as paper.

"No, changes must be made..." Jaccarag felt that the source power of his evil god avatar was continuously being consumed. If he did not make changes, then this action would be in vain, and he would be affected by Lorraine's grudge has endless troubles.

Roar!

The terrifying dragon roar resounded through the shadowy night sky, and the transparent space ripples like water ripples quenched the shadow fog along the way. Jaccarag stretched the keel body, and the sharp dragon claws smashed the space barrier, and forcibly endured the flooding of the main material plane. The thundering bombardment of consciousness received the power of the body transmitted from the bottomless abyss.

In an instant, the pale keel that had already covered the world swelled again, and the obscure divine light flowed on the surface of the bones, and the white skeletons that filled the field of vision became more and more indestructible, showing the terrifying power of Jacarage.

There is absolutely no weak person who can participate in this conspiracy to plan the Valoran Territory.

After all, the interests that the abyss evil gods value, if there is not enough strength and capital, how to compete for attractive interests?

"I've seen countless guys claiming to be gods, and you're just one of those who are about to fall!"

Pan Sen clenched his spear and strong shield, feeling the majestic and wanton power of the god, and grinned, his high-spirited fighting spirit was incomparably hot, and he faintly competed with the bright moon hanging high in the night sky.

【Desire not to retreat】!

The mortal power belonging to Pan Sen began to fully recover, and he would use his mortal will to repeat the actions he had been familiar with countless times before, to slash down those who were aloof.