"A clergy war?"

In the messy laboratory, Modrian looked up at Gana with a serious expression.

This time, the Roulette of Destiny made him realize that the great power the system can give is somewhat beyond expectations, but while gaining power, it is often accompanied by uncertain risks.

"I hope the gods who possess the priesthood of Storm have not yet noticed the existence of Garna." Modrian shook his head gently. He knew that this idea was a bit unrealistic, but the Valoran leader, who is now invading the abyss, is not ready to start the divine war.

Over the laboratory where restless energy is surging, the card of fate has been completely dissolved, and the torrent of dark green data has gradually disappeared.

Gana opened her eyes, and a few hurricanes and shattered lightning flashed in her green pupils. She gently held the thunder storm rod in front of her, and turned into a blue bird posture again, landing on Modrian's shoulder.

"How is it?" Modrian looked at Gana, who was lying quietly and asked softly.

"It's still digesting, but it feels very good." The blue bird blinked his eyes, and the gentle and watery voice echoed in Modrian's consciousness, with a little joy and a little joy in his tone.

Hearing this, Modrian remained motionless and said with a smile: "Well, digest it as soon as possible. The territory still needs your protection." He chose to conceal part of the information first, and wait until Gana digested the power of this harvest.

After putting away his thoughts, Modrian looked at the messy laboratory, where fragments of metal wreckage were piled up in the corners, and some falling magic crystal fragments were covered with the ground like gravel fields.

Although he has some cleanliness, he feels it's better to wait a moment, because he can't predict what will happen next.

Buzz!

The consciousness moved lightly, and a blue card engraved with frost runes appeared on his fingertips and slowly rotated.

[Freljord Hero Card]!

Special category designated force hero cards given by the League of Legends system.

If it were other forces in the Valoran Continent, Modrian might not treat them as a trump card, but Freljode was different. Many powerful people who were comparable to gods were born on this cruel and ruthless land.

【Ding...Host, do you use Freljord Hero Card*1?】

The cold system prompt sounded again, and Modrian took a deep breath, looking a little expectant.

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

Huocha!

Azure blue lightning appeared out of thin air, and a deep purple thunder card hidden in the lightning group, with a strong sense of barbaric blood, and a thunder storm that almost turned into a physical body.

"Immortal Ray Wallybel!"

Modrian murmured, his vision had long been occupied by the thunder storm, and the surging system information was also transmitted to his mind.

......

Among those tribes that still follow the old paths, Wollibel is the roar of thunder, the storm of thunder, and Valhal, who is full of strange power, wildness and stubborn determination.

But in other people's hearts, Wollibel is a deserted, a giant bear with millions of swords and guns, a standing person, a destruction, power, and a storm that turns into entities.

Long before mortals walked on the frozen tundra of Frelljord, Wallybel already existed, possessing irresistible power, and also representing the anger of this cruel land itself.

After endless time, Wallybel and his fellow demigods shaped the land and called it Walrigard.

In the legend, the epic battle he fought with the magma python Lund formed countless canyons and ravines, and finally defeated the wild beast. The blood it shed became the first river on Frelljord, and the huge skeletons it left formed the Flying Dragon Back Mountains.

In the era of the ancestors, wild magic surging and unleashing.

Wollibel is respected and worshipped by everyone because people need his unruly power to survive.

The protracted war started again and again, and Wallybel would rush to the battlefield with his followers, wearing runes engraved armor, and the caster was his brother, the demigod of the furnace, Orn.

At that time, the two brothers were like steel and often fought side by side, but Orn never wanted to fight.

Volibel was ecstatic in his victory after overcoming difficulties. Later, more and more blood sacrifices were offered to him, and his power was growing.

Soon, Wollibel gradually alienated from his compatriots and was obsessed with their own different pursuits.

Even so, there was no real difference between them... until later new ideas began to replace ancient beliefs.

The power of the three sisters has risen, and they want to take control of Freljord and bring order.

How should we deal with it, demigods cannot reach an agreement.

The few led by Enivia tend to work with the three sisters, while Wallybel and Iron Pig want to destroy them.

The other demigods planned to ignore it because these tiny creatures would die in the end, and they would be uncommon for generations.

Wollibel's eyes looked at his followers - the extremely savage and cruel Bears. As long as they were there, he could defeat the three sisters. During the preparations, he found Aoun and asked him to create magical weapons for his soldiers.

But Orn refused.

He disagreed with the brutality of the Bears, so a battle broke out between the two demigods.

After the fierce battle, Wollibel cursed his brother's name and threw down his armor with runes engraved.

Since then, he has only been willing to use fangs, claws, brute force and thunder as weapons. He has not become vulnerable because of this. On the contrary, Volibell found himself unleashing all his power.

With a new rage, he challenged one of the three sisters head-on, who wanted to steal the power of the demigod for his own use. In front of her entire army, he knocked the woman down and made her blind forever - but he could not stop the strategy she had already promoted.

Hundreds of years have passed, and although Wollibel struggled to resist, the human tribes have abandoned the old gods and began to respect and worship the three sisters.

Many ancient customs have been forgotten. He saw the human tribe hiding behind the stone walls, rather than facing the harsh nature of nature. He saw farmers farming on the land, grazing on pastures, rather than gathering and hunting. He saw large rivers surrounded by dams and unable to flow freely.

So he yelled an angry cry, not his Freljord. These changes happened slowly—like the movement of a glacier.

But Wallybel finally realized that the tribes of humanity had completely cut off from the wild souls of this land, and they had become cowardly, obedient, and weak.

These weak people no longer follow the ancient ways and no longer respect the ancient gods.

Anger and determination rumbled in his body. He vowed to tear all traces of human civilization, let Freljord return to his ancient state and return to his true wildness.

Humanity will become strong again. He will gain the awe of all.

Wallybel's call echoed in the mountains and wilderness of the north, and more and more Frelljods began to respond. Slowly, old habits and ancient roads were remembered and followed by people, and his power grew whenever new followers joined.

A bloody liquidation is waiting!

And Wollibel was running towards that moment.

......

"Feel the power from the wilderness!"

Darkness comes, thunder roars.

The calm laboratory was turbulent again, and endless lightning suddenly appeared, refracting the curve of destruction in the air.

The doomsday scenes put a huge pressure on Modrian, especially the terrifying giant bear figure looming in the darkness, as if the ancient gods returned, carrying barbarity and desolation, and impacting everyone's hearts.

The six-pointed star array shone violently, and the purple thunder blew up the air. The giant bear in the dark wanted to step out of the darkness and reappear in the world.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The ruined laboratory suffered another devastating blow.

Lightning tear open the dome, the wild breath cracked the wall, and a few strands of alchemy liquid dripped along the outside pipes and burned the ground.

With Wallybel's steps.

The sturdy laboratory was shaking, and the outside was affected. Hemerdinger, Giggs, Camille and Britz appeared outside the laboratory in no particular order, looking at the sudden thunder storm in surprise.

Many Hex Technology Equipment was even affected, making waves of electromagnetic explosions.

"I regret it a little." Modrian looked at the giant bear in the dark, looking helpless. There would be such a big scene when this guy was born.

If not stopped, the laboratory may be completely destroyed and there will be an experimental area that affects the third floor.

"Gana, try to contact Wallybel so that he can restrain himself."

Hearing Modrian's words, the blue bird on his shoulder opened his eyes, and a blue wind flashed, like a dancing elf, quietly blending into the thunder storm and approaching the giant bear.

Perhaps because of the successful connection, the thunder rushing gradually became quiet, and the wild and desolate aura also converged into the six-pointed star array.

"Wuhu, Wuhu, Wuhu!"

"Gana's breath? I didn't expect to see you here."

The rough and barbaric sound roared in the air, and the six-pointed star array that could no longer be supported was broken directly, and Wallybel's figure stepped out of darkness at the right time.

As soon as it appeared, Wallybell's huge body had already broken through the laboratory dome. The thunder carried by the gray-white hair destroyed all the metal fragments. The extremely sharp claws swung, tearing the hanging soft alchemy pipes.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

Wollibel moved his steps and shook the ground. The gray-haired rune metal was bound in front of him, and a few purple lightning flashed out.

"Lord, Wallybel will use the Thunder Storm to clear all obstacles for you!" Wallybel stood in front of Modrien and said dullly, endless blood appeared in his lightning eyes.

Although the League of Legends system suppressed his wildness and desire to destroy when summoned Wallybel, it was just suppression, not elimination.

This is a trait belonging to Immortal Ray Wolibel, and it is the source of power possessed by the ancient gods!

Thunderstorm approached, Modrian looked up at Volibel's huge figure and said helplessly: "Shrink it a little bit, I'm afraid that when you wait for it, you will destroy the Iron Glass City..."

Before he finished speaking, he immediately felt a burst of life energy emerging from his body. Even with his legendary strength, he was a little amazed at the magnificence of life energy.

And it is not just the energy of life, but also the terrifying thunder is baptizing the body.

Buzz!

Modrian stood up and didn't understand. [Knight's Halo: Blood-colored Light] exploded under his feet, and the blood-colored breath gradually mixed with wisps of subtle thunder.

As time passed, thunder roared and some black mist evaporated, making the surging blood-colored power more crystal clear.
To be continued...