Limontanelu, the king capital of Stoke.

The Temple of Power, located in the southeast corner, is sparsely figured. In the solemn atmosphere, there are occasionally one or two priests and priests passing by in a hurry in the wide and solemn building complex.

"This familiar force...is a certain consciousness of God the Father?"

Agnes Rodney, the helm of the Temple of Power in the Kingdom of Stock and one of the archbishops in the Temple of Power, is truly standing at the peak of the Kingdom of Stock.

He walked out of the quiet room, slowly floating in the air, looking at the north of the kingdom with his calm eyes.

"Is there anything wrong with Nancy Peters?"

A hesitant look flashed, and Agnes sighed softly. He felt the space scroll given to Nancy before, and now the breath of the Father's arrival came from the north of the kingdom. Obviously, things that were in control appeared there.

The most important thing is the time now, he cannot leave the capital easily.

After waiting for many years, the old king who always controlled the power of the kingdom and suppressed many temple missions finally heard of serious illness. He could not give up here. The layout of the Temple of Power that took many years was slowly closing down, and many forces hidden in the secret were also staring at his movements.

"The coming of God the Father's consciousness should solve the problem there, but I don't know what happened, and I should use my life to call the name of God the Father."

It is inevitable to praise the real name with the strength of the bishop, and pay certain prices.

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Gate of sorrow, the barriers of war in the kingdom, the highest military power in the north.

A faint blue light flashed through the dark room, and the knight in armor opened his eye holes, and the faint black energy dissipated. He looked at the Renver Mountains, where he felt the danger of his heart palpitations.

"The consciousness of the gods is coming? Has anyone violated the interests of the gods?"

"Wait, the Renver Mountains, is it Baron Modrian?" A pair of fair and slender palms tidied up the messy blue hair, revealing the cold eyes and indifferent face.

"It's really a restless little guy, you've gotten into a bad situation! I don't know which god's consciousness came."

"Are you going to take action at this point in time ready to intensify the scope of the vortex?"

A low whispering sound rang in the secret room, eventually turning into an invisible and regaining a quiet and silent environment.

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Trepidation!

The screaming birds sounded, breaking the stagnant time and space at this moment!

A blue sky bird emerged from the mountains in the distance in a moment, accompanied by a strong wind, blowing the golden sky and rippling slowly like waves.

The next moment, the blue bird soared into the sky, like an eagle fighting against the sky, hitting its closed golden eyes!

Buzz!

The cyan ripples and golden brilliance touch each other, and the invisible fluctuations spread, twisting into transparent folds, and the sun shines, reflecting colorful light.

"Who is it? He dares to attack my consciousness..."

Kick!

It can be seen from the naked eye that the golden eyes that were always closed wanted to open slightly, but the blue bird kept shuttled through the void, leaving blue marks, piercing through the sky and sewing the surrounding side of the eyes.

The crisp voice of struggle continued to resound, like the last madness and helplessness of an addicted person, but everything was futile in the end.

【Hurricane Howling】!

A strong blue wind swept by, bringing countless chaotic energy, forming a huge twisted tornado vortex, with a sky-blue blue bird at the center.

"The deadline has come!"

Trepidation!

A blue tornado with a diameter of dozens of meters rose into the sky under the guidance of the violent blue bird, and collided like lightning to the trapped golden eyes.

Click!

The sound of glass-breaking echoed over the town of Irvingdale. The golden eyes slowly shattered under the attack of the cyan tornado. The scattered golden light fell like drizzle, quietly immersing in this space and time.

"I remember your breath..." The golden eyes were broken, a slight sacred and majestic voice echoed, and then the green wind blew without leaving any trace.

The soaring blue bird seemed to have never heard of it. Every time she flapped her wings in the pure blue sky, it would stir up a dark and transparent breeze.

The wings drooped, the blue bird hung upside down, and the breeze followed behind him, blowing away the remaining golden light.

At this moment, the town of Irvingdale seemed to be covered by a green breeze. The golden sky once rendered was fading away, and white clouds gathered and drifted again.

Above Modrian's head, the blue bird circled and cried a few times, and then became an elegant and beautiful girl.

The elegant plain clothes set off the tall and plump figure, with long white hair shawls slightly covering the long pointed ears.

Seeing Modrian, Gana bent her knees slightly, put her right hand on her slender waist with her white sleeves, and a rippling breeze drifted and danced like the wind elves.

"Sorry, Lord Lord, I'm late."

"It's okay." Modrian looked up at Gana in front of him, and his fair face showed a faint smile. "I didn't expect that the assassination organized by the Temple of Power would have such twists and turns, and even attracted the attention of someone."

"However, judging from the situation encountered this time, we cannot underestimate any temple, and there may be no old monsters suddenly appear."

With his stiff body slightly moving, he recalled the extraordinary confrontation just now, which was more suffocating and full of pressure than the Demon Legend.

"Can you understand who has a specific strength?"

Gana frowned gently, and a hint of solemnity appeared on her elegant face. "That should be just the arrival of the consciousness, not the essence."

"As for his strength..." Gana hesitated for a while and continued. "I don't know. It should be above legends, or even higher."

"Because the strength of the coming consciousness body has the strength to enter the legend!"

Hearing this, Modrian looked up at the sky, and the remaining golden drizzle still fell slowly, and did not interfere with the green breeze and disappeared in the sky.

"How about you compared to your strength?" Modrian asked suddenly.

"I am not as good as him now." Gana looked at the sky sideways and said in a calm tone. "However, if we meet again in the future, I believe that I will never be weaker than him at that time."

Proud Gana!

Modrian looked at Gana, who was as confident as a queen at this time, and inexplicably believed what she said. This is the unique charm of every hero of Valoran.

Not only Garna, but also many other heroes who are following him now.

He believed that in the continent of Kaladimos, these heroes would re-exhale their own great deeds.

"Chasing, let's arrange for follow-up treatment. I don't want to see any power in the Temple of Power in Valoran and the surrounding areas."

"Yes, Lord Lord!" The shadow twisted, and Jie's figure disappeared.

Subsequently, the cleanup operation officially began. The Shadow Flowers cooperated with the Noxus soldiers to clear the remains of the Temple of Power under Valoran, and informed the surrounding areas affected by the radiation, prohibiting the Temple of Power from spreading faith.
Chapter completed!