Deep in consciousness.

The light golden balance is like a crescent moon, hanging high above the top, scattering hazy light.

"The essence is used as a weight!"

Modrian was a little hesitant. If it were any other currency, he would never seem so unsteady as he is now. However, when the essence is used as a bargaining weight, he must thoroughly consider the specific gains and losses.

Because in his opinion, whether it is the blue essence or the orange essence, it can be completely equivalent to part of the strength of the Valoran leader.

Although the previous summons only received four hero cards, the number of other types of cards is large, which undoubtedly adds a lot of strength to Valoran.

"Fate, balance!"

Thoughts surged, Modrian couldn't help but think of the changes the first fate card brought to Valoran's lord, and there are still indelible traces.

"So this time? Will the balance of fate also bring unexpected gains?"

As soon as the thought arose, Modrian felt a touch of heat ignited in his soul, which made him feel a little restless. His different thoughts turned into demons and angels, wandering deep in his mind, shouting at each other.

"What am I afraid of?"

But after a moment, Modrian immediately reacted and said self-deprecatingly: "Even if my idea is wrong, the card named Destiny will not be bad. After all, it is a temporary task reward given by the system, and there is a lower limit guarantee."

At this moment, Modrian's thoughts settled, and his consciousness floated to the system panel, pulling out a thousand azure essences, and placed them on the milky white tray.

Sharp!

As soon as a pile of azure blue essence entered the range of the balance of fate, it turned into thick blue weights, falling neatly, and laying the pallets.

Buzz! Buzz!

With the accumulation of weights, the balance began to tilt towards Modrian, and in his field of view, there was a dark green data stream on the other end of the balance flashing, gradually condensing a quaint card.

By style alone, he could conclude that it was just an architectural card, and it seemed to be a building I had seen before, not a rare building, but a relatively ordinary architectural card.

"Tsk, a stingy system!"

Modrian gave up some unrealistic ideas deep in his heart and continued to extract the blue essence in the system panel, turning it into small and heavy blue weights, which were piled up in the balance tray.

As time passes, the weight increases.

The League of Legends system has made corresponding changes.

The dark green data flow begins to be illusory, and the style of the solid card is also chaotic and hazy. Sometimes it turns into a building card, sometimes it is ace soldier card, sometimes it is a crimson-purple random equipment card, or a random hero card...

In short, the style of the card becomes more refined and perfect as the weight increases.

"Have you reached the limit? Or do you want to add some other weights?"

Modrian has always paid attention to the change in the balance of fate. Until now, no matter how much blue essence he invested, it seems that the style of the card limits certain ranges, and no single special card has ever appeared.

He looked at the system panel, gritted his teeth, and realized that he could pull out a large number of orange essences and landed onto the tray.

Click!

The clear orange essence turned into exquisite weights, and just fell into the tray, immediately causing the dark green data flow to change on the other end. The illusory card swayed violently, and there was a faint blood color.

"continue!"

When Modrian saw that his betting was effective, he did not cause a qualitative change. He felt cruel inside and once again pulled out an uncertain amount of orange essence and fell into the tray.

Sharp!

Weight filling.

In an instant, the balance was unbalanced.

The tray in front of Modrian rose high, while the tray on the other end fell to the bottom instantly, and the winding dark green data stream became chaotic, a touch of blood was soaked, and a strong smell of rust filled the smell.

【Ding...Congratulations to the host, successfully using the card: the balance of fate, and receive a reward...】

The cold system prompt sounded quietly in my ears, and Modrian was waiting for it. The scale of fate reflected in his pupils turned into golden wind and sand, slowly dissipating.

[Specified Hero Card: Yatox]!

"Sword Demon?"

As soon as the system prompted, Modrian subconsciously murmured, and before he could react, a large piece of blood-red appeared out of thin air in the depths of consciousness, like a surging wave, sweeping across.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The tide of red blood hit, pulling Modrian into the sea of ​​blood. From time to time, the waves would rise, explode and float, and return to the tide again, surging forward.

......

Inside the magic secret room, the atmosphere is quiet.

The light golden balance hanging in the air seemed to lose its energy support and was gradually fading and dissipating into the air.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Suddenly, Modrian's straight figure staggered back, stepping onto the floor with deep marks.

"Damn it, the card is out of control!"

Consciousness returned to the body, Modrian said in a deep voice. Deep in his eyes, the exquisite system panel was dyed with a few rays of blood. In just one breath, it spreads along the corners of his eyes like blood and tears.

Very rare unexpected situation.

Among all his previous experiences of summoning cards, only once was somewhat similar to the current accident.

It is a fear event that once summoned Ancient Fear Federtic.

As the ancient and terrifying ancient fear of the Valoran Continent, when Federtic recovered, endless black crows surged out and flooded the secret room.

Modrian was caught off guard, especially in close contact, and had no time to react, so he was deeply trapped in the ocean of fear.

Even if he has the strength of a high-level legend, he cannot break free.

Fortunately, Panthen and Svein were silently guarding him at that time, awakening him in fear, so that he would not be too inappropriate in front of Federtic.

After that summoning, he named the fear incident caused by Federtic as...

[Card Out of Control]!

Now, he encountered another card out of control.

"Dark Sword Demon Yatox!"

In many legends on Valoran Continent, the Dark Demon Sword has been mentioned. Some describe him as a god, while others say he is a demon. There are many things, but they never deny his extremely terrifying power!

The blood soaked into the eyes and turned into strands of red silk threads, covering the floor of the magic secret room.

In an instant, a sea of ​​blood came.

The turbulent waves were like sharp blood swords, wandering in the void, but with just a few strokes, the strange and terrifying red magic array was quickly outlined.

Buzz!

The thick mist filled the sky above the red magic circle, forming a solid deep cage, with countless mysterious runes flowing on the surface, which seemed to be shackles, imprisoning the demons.

“Listen….”

"Extinct, dead silent!"

The unrestrained and crazy voice resounded throughout the secret room, and the red magic array instantly burst into an extremely dazzling light.

Click!

The deep cage was broken, and a red giant sword cut through the magic array and embedded it into the ground of the secret room. Then a strong arm wrapped in black armor stretched out mist and held the hilt of the sword.

"Well...I smelled the familiar breath!"

"Penson, and...Sviin, who believes in the devil!"

The mist drifted, and the air was filled with the smell of death and ashes.

Then heavy steps sounded, and a tall and strong figure walked out of the magic circle, and his red body was like a mountain, bringing suffocating pressure.

Under the black double-horned helmet, the crazy red eyes looked at the secret room, first looking at Panson, then paused on Svein for a while, and finally looking at Modrian.

"New Master?"

Atoks drew out the red giant sword embedded in the ground, and a terrifying aura suddenly rose, as if the doomsday had come, covering Modrian and others.

At the same time, magic runes engraved in the secret room collapsed one after another, and the blood-red aura was like a wild beast that broke free, climbing onto the wall, venting the mania and desire to kill in his heart.

"Sorry, my will, don't allow it..."

Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!

A blue hurricane storm blew away the smell of death and ashes through the gaps in the walls, and then turned into a shield of style to protect Modrien.

"Wrath of the Storm, Gana?"

Atoks paused slightly. He didn't care about Panson and Svein. Although he had been cut off his arm by Panson, it was the past. Now he is stronger and will crush Panson's body and hollow out Svein's mind. (I think)

But if there is one more Gana now, the situation will be a little different...

"Huh?" Atoks frowned, his wings flapped gently, and he looked at the shadow in the corner. A scarecrow in a broken linen was staring at him quietly, his indifferent gaze made him a little scared.

"Ancient Fear Federtic!"

"And...Cui Shen Aion!"
To be continued...