The system prompt sound of the cold machinery echoed in the ears, and the dark green data stream intertwines cards with different styles in the retina, and colorful colors linger at the corners.

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[Ding...Congratulations to the host, and obtained the main ship scout team *10!]

[Ding...Congratulations to the host, get Avarosa Archer*10!]

【Ding...Congratulations to the host, obtaining the building: Knoxtola*1!】

[Ding...Congratulations to the host, get Shadow Flower*20!]

[Ding...Congratulations to the host, obtaining the 10th Soldier of Choi Falli Legion!]

【Ding...Congratulations to the host, obtaining the building: Noxus Forge*1!】

[Ding...Congratulations to the host, obtaining Reiser Guard Soldier*10!]

【Ding...Congratulations to the host, obtaining equipment: Magic Code*1!】

【Ding...Congratulations to the host, get the War Stonemaster*10!】

[Ding...Congratulations to the host, obtaining the hero card: Panthen!]

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"The Unyielding Gun Panthen!"

The light golden glow disappeared in his pupils, and Modrian murmured, and a flush appeared on his calm face, which was the power that suppressed Urgot's feedback and the expression changes brought about by the slight loss of control of his emotions.

Magic Cat Yumi? Well... is a cute magic creature, but you can't expect how amazing the power it can feedback is, at least for Modrian's current strong body.

The power of Urgot's feedback made Modrian vaguely see the legendary road filled with mist, as if it was close to you, but it could not be touched, as if it was only one step away, so he couldn't wait to choose to summon and look forward to the arrival of a new hero.

[Hero Card: Panthen]!

This is a darker card, covered with silver-gray texture and rich traces of war, but there is a brilliant golden glow at the top of the card, as if it means something. The most attractive thing is the blurry figure in the center, revealing a magnificent fighting spirit.

To be honest, Modrian was surprised. His memories of his previous life were still there. He knew very well that Panson was terrifying, not only in terms of strength, but also his own will, and what he insisted on: ordinary nature.

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Giant God Peak, the top of the world of Valoran Continent.

This towering mountain peak is completely made of hard rocks, bathed in the scorching sun all year round, and always overlooks the mountains under your feet, magnificent and unparalleled in the world.

The sky around the Giant God Peak is always flashing with astral entities.

A scorching sun, several bright moons, and also a constellation, planet, comets flowing in the dark night, and many stars, arranged in a variety of beautiful scenes.

Atres was born on the dangerous mountains of the Giant God Peak. He got his name to a star in the night sky, and that brilliant star is part of the war god sign ‘Penson’.

From a very young age, he knew that fighting was his destiny. He received training like many children in the tribe, with the goal of joining Raquel's military corps - [Rakhorak].

Atres was never the samurai with the greatest strength or the most skilled skills, but he insisted in some way, standing up with blood and bruises after every round of the competition.

During the training period, he had a fierce confrontation with his fellow recruits Palas. But no matter how many times Atres was thrown on the stone surface, he stood up again. His unyielding tenacity made Palas look at him differently, and the blood they shed on the training ground formed a true brotherhood.

Atres and Pillas were invaded by barbarians during a patrol, and only the two of them survived the entire Raquer patrol. When the Rikkorians refused to attack these invaders, Atres and Pillas vowed to seize the power of the Rikkorians themselves, and they decided to climb the top of the Giant Peak.

Like many predecessors, they underestimated the cruelty of this climb. Before reaching the peak, Palas's life was like a candle in the wind, and finally trembled slightly and turned into nothing. When the sky was open and only Atres was still there, he would become the carrier of the holy spirit, and he would have the power to avenge revenge.

But later, it was not the people who returned to the Laquer tribe, but the war star spirit with a long spear shining and round shield shining - Pansen's original.

He judged Atres was not qualified because he was a warrior who had been defeated repeatedly, so it completely took away his body and used it to achieve its goals - a task that was too difficult for mortals.

Atres was sealed into the farthest corner of his mind, and could only see the astral spirit traveling through the blurry scenes, searching for the dark people - living weapons created in ancient times.

Later, Panson, in a rage, joined a battle not far from the Giant God Peak. What awaited him was the Dark Sword Deathox who was pursuing the top of the God Peak. The battle fought from the ground to the sky, sweeping across the human army below... The impossible thing happened in the end.

The Dark Seed's God-killing Blade pierced Pantheon's chest and carved a sword on the war constellation in the sky.

But as the Astral Spirit gradually dissipated, Atres, the man it thought was weak, woke up again. He was penetrated by Atres' sword blade, and the power of the Astral Spirit's weapon was declining, and he took a breath and spat at the face of the dark seed. Atres sneered and left Atres in place to die.

A few hours later, when the crows began to fall, Atres held back the pain and stood up again, staggering back to the Rakuer tribe, leaving behind a bloody road. After experiencing a lifetime of failure, his will to survive and his betrayed rage were enough to delay his death, even if the death had taken away the God of War.

Atres woke up at the home of Peras, and Peras's widow Iula was healing for him. There, Atres understood that he had been looking up at the stars all his life, but never thought about the world under the stars. Mortals were different from gods. Mortals fought because they had no choice because they knew that death was always waiting. He saw this tenacity in all his life, because the threat of death would never end.

Indeed, the barbarian invaders are now threatening the settlements north of the Raquels, including the farm of Iula. Although Atres still needs to rest for several months to raise his spear, he decided to end the disaster himself. Finally, he set out with the dim weapon left by the Astral Spirit.

However, when he arrived, he found that his irreconcilable enemies had been attacked. From their screams and the strong smell of blood... Atres knew that they were facing Athox.

Atres realized that it was Atres who drove the savages to the Peak of the Gods. Although he had regarded them as enemies, they were no different from the Raquels - they were all mortals trapped between two more powerful forces, tragically tragic. Atres had the same resentment towards the Dark and the Protos. They were all the same. They were all the problems themselves.

Atres stood between the barbarian and Atrex. The Dark Seed recognized the scarred shield and spear belonging to the fallen Astrology, so he mocked him - now Atres has no power of Panthen, how can he have hope? He knelt on his knees under Atres' attack, but when Atres heard the shouts of people around him, his will ignited the Astrology's spear. With a leap, he slashed the Dark Seed's sword-holding arm with one blow.

The sword and the dark seed fell to the ground, only Atres stood firmly, and he saw the star of the same name resurrected in the sky.

Although Atres often wondered about returning to Iula's farm, he made a vow that day to fight against the Astrals, Ascenators, Demons and any overly powerful beings, because they would only destroy.

He abandoned his original name and became the new Pantheon - the martial arts of the Star Spirit have now been infused with a new fighting will, and can only burn when facing death.

Panthen's divinity has left, and the God of War must be reborn among mortals.

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The cards surrounded by silver-gray light shattered in the air, decomposing into silver light, and depicting a mysterious six-pointed star array on the ground like a spear. Then a thick mountain, but with an extremely sharp aura appeared in the secret room.

Click!

The air trembled, and the forbidden magic array on the dome could not bear the overflowing breath. The clear magic crystals shattered into pieces and fell down, reflecting the cracked wall.

The crimson mist filled the air, and Svein stepped out, and the black cloak behind him was windless, and bursts of crows were heard, soaring around the magic circle, suppressing the overflowing breath as much as possible.

Outside Laxtak Fortress, dark night was creeping all over the sky, and a blue breeze blew, and Gana's figure appeared. She looked down at the faint tingling aura in the direction of the secret room, and kept trying to overflow from the fortress.

"This is......."

The look of doubt disappeared in his eyes. Gana's expression slightly condensed, her hands spread out, calling on the green wind between heaven and earth, spreading densely over the fortress, as if a delicate and transparent canopy covered the ultimate sharp aura that wanted to pierce the sky.

The ubiquitous cyan breeze rolled into the secret room through the gap, contrasting with the deep red fog, forcibly suppressing the energy that continued to emerge in the hexagram array.

The trembling roar sounded in the air, and white ripples suddenly emerged, constantly scattering the green breeze and crimson mist that surged to the hexagram array.

As if he noticed something, Pansen in the star array consciously restrained himself, and then used a spear and shield to open the door that emerged in the center of the star array.

"The god is dead, and the mortals are forever!"

The heavy and steady sound roared in my ears like a thunderous trunk. Modrian stared at the gradually dimming six-pointed star array, and Panson's figure appeared.

The light golden closed helmet wrapped around the head, the shirtless upper body was surrounded by a broken blue cloak, with little dust staining on it, and holding dim spears and shields in both hands. The hideous styles were extremely sharp and heavy and solid, which were the weapons left by the war star spirit.

What really attracted Modrian's attention was the fatal scar from his left chest to his right abdomen. Even if he condensed, he could see the shocking horror.

There are also rune marks that are extremely dull on their body.

"If I remember correctly, Panson was made according to the prototype of the ancient Spartan warriors. The tradition of the Spartans was to hold a shield in the right hand and a spear in the left hand, because they needed to use the shield in the right hand to protect their necks and thighs to avoid damage from affecting the heart."

Modrian thought in his heart, and from the hideous scars, the fierceness of the battle between the War Star Spirit and the Dark Sword Demon Yatox. Atorx, holding the God-killing Blade, cut off his shield and left a fatal injury.

Tat! Tat!

Pansen stepped out of the six-pointed star formation and looked around the heroes in the secret room. He immediately walked to Modrian, took off his helmet, revealing a calm and firm face, with golden rune marks engraved on both sides of his head.

"Lord, Panson greets you."

Modrian smiled and wanted to say something welcoming, but unexpected situation suddenly broke out. The huge life energy from Panthan overflowed in his body, completely tearing the fog of the legendary road for him, and clearly saw a road with blood flowing.

The red blood color soaked the skin, and the terrifying and surging life energy frantically washed away the already powerful body. Little by little, everywhere, baptizing blood vessels, organs, muscles, bones, etc., and then flowing back to the depths of the body, the overflowing violent force blows away Yumi who is staying on her shoulders.

"Wow, what happened? Is it a breakthrough?" Yumi panickedly, steering the golden magic script into the air, wandering around Modrian.

Dryus and Garen, who stood behind him, restrained their frenzy fighting spirit in their eyes. Since they saw Panson, they could no longer maintain their silent posture.

The story of the Indomitable Gun Panthon is circulating in the continent of Valoran, especially the body of a mortal killing the madman, Atox's sword-holding arm.

But the time is wrong now. Modrian's abnormal state makes them be careful and the bloody breath is restless in the air.

Svein's expression moved slightly, and the deep red mist slowly filled the secret room. Together with the blue breeze, it surrounded Modrian's body, forming a sealed space to prevent the leakage of the qi.

Unlike Panson, Modrian's energy surge at this moment can perfectly block the breath within their tolerance range.

"Hey, Panson, do you say there is a Giant God Peak... Cat Star Spirit?"

Yumi left Modrian, who was in a breakthrough state at this moment, floated in front of Panson, and asked, "Do you think I can get the recognition of the Star Spirit?"

"Star spirit? That's illusion. Mortals should not be regarded as pets by gods." Pansen looked at the cat in front of him and said in a deep voice, his tone sounded dull, but everything that had happened left a deep mark in his heart.

"What they see in the sky is war, but all they see in the earth is killing."

Then he stopped caring about Yumi, but held the spear and shield tightly, and with Dryus, Garen and Ash, guarding the center of Modrian with four corners.

"Okay, I'm still looking forward to having a cat star spirit... Maybe the fish star spirit can do it too..."
Chapter completed!