At dusk, the crimson glow soaks the clouds and covers the sky.

Looking from afar, you can faintly see traces left by stars, like gravure marks pressed on white paper, clearly visible.

The white clouds pass by.

These traces quietly tell the illusion in the shadow realm and the real existence behind the stars.

Winter! Winter! Winter! Winter! Winter! Winter! Winter!

Suddenly.

Above the towering city wall.

The heavy and ancient drum sounded again, breaking the tranquility of dusk.

A bare-armored Noxus Legion drummer raised the steel hammer in his hand with great force and hit the huge steel war drum. His muscles like dragons sprinkled drops of sweat in every swing.

They witnessed a great war, a victory belonging to the Valoran Empire.

The drums are loud!

Compared to the solemnity in the morning and the inspiration in the shadow world.

At this moment, the drums that resounded through the immortal fortress were like hot fireworks, like the light of the scorching sun during the day, soaking the hearts of every soldier.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Accompanied by the red fireworks that exploded from above the sky.

The demon lords who came from the bottomless abyss but were abandoned by the evil gods of the abyss, celebrated the birth of the Valoran Empire in despair in the form of death.

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Da da! Da da! Da da! Da da!

In the silver-white heroic hall, there was no noise in the morning light.

Under the quiet atmosphere, the heavy steps seemed to cater to the sound of drums, and like a waving hammer, hitting the hearts and souls of the nobles.

Emotions such as joy, excitement, surprise, fear, fear, and fear.

The alternation was performed among the nobles, like a clear water, with colorful pigments just injected into it, instantly mixing everything.

Although Modrian was allowed to collect enough magical items and allowed some nobles in the territory, it did not mean that he would completely delegate power.

The existence of the Shadowflow Sect and the Ominous Blade is to safeguard Modrian's rights.

Unfortunately, even countless bloody lessons were learned.

Faced with the temptation thrown by the abyss, some people still make wrong choices.

Squeak!

The slight friction sound that had not been noticed earlier became the knock on the door of the god of death at this moment.

A large number of nobles were trembling, fearing that they would attract the attention of Svein on the high platform.

However, in the banquet hall, the aristocratic group led by Cooper, Horace and Siglid, the most determined followers of Modrian looked at the corridor open with excitement.

They witnessed a nearly mythical war.

No!

Deep inside them, this was a war that was far greater than the mythological records.

It is not only because of the terrifying strength shown by the Valoran Empire, but also because of this war that is tangible to its own interests.

Huhu! Huhu! Huhu! Huhu!

The dusk wind flew along the hole-opened door into the Hall of Charity, carrying a faint smell of blood, permeating the quiet atmosphere and evoking a hint of restlessness.

Cooper, Horace and others heard the sound and looked at the door, and saw many heroes wearing crimson glow coming towards them.

Twilight Star Spirit Zuo Yin!

Dark Sword Demon Yatox!

The Indomitable Gun Panthen!

Debang General Manager Zhao Xin!

Ice Sagittarius Ashe!

Holy Hammer's Resolution Poppy!

Domineering Zero Style (Dead War God)·Sen!

Scarlet Reaper Vladimir!

etc.....

These heroes, dressed in the rays of rays and bathed in the blood of the demons in the abyss, cannot describe the endless glory they carry at this moment in words.

Only the legendary blood that poured the aura of armor, the glittering remaining divine nature, and the arrogant momentum silently declared the glory of the heroes.

Cooper's eyes flashed. These were not all the heroes that appeared in this war.

As the longest follower of Modrian, there are some heroes he once knew and saw, in this war of stars and the fall of gods, great existences shining with brilliant light, such as...

Ancient Fear Federtic!

Ice Crystal Phoenix Enivia!

Immortal Ray Wallybel!

Cuisine Aiweng!

Wrath of the Storm·Gana!

Weapon Master Jax!

These heroes who are in Cooper's memory are comparable to the gods, silently and silently, guard the former Valoran Empire and the present Valoran Empire.

Looking around the crowd, some nobles who were about to leave, Cooper and others looked at each other without hiding the glory and excitement in their eyes.

Then they looked at the many heroes who were approaching.

Take a few steps back, bow silently, and lower your head to show your humility.

At first the smell of blood was a little light, but with heavy steps, the strong smell of blood swept like a hurricane.

Many timid nobles couldn't support them, either kneeling down and prostrating, or relying on the people beside them, lowering their eyes, and dared not look at those heroes who were as dazzling as the sun, full of victory.

Ignoring these nobles, the many heroes who returned victoriously walked step by step along the steps of white jade and gold inlaid with gold.

It was not until the last hero stepped on the steps that the nobles dared to look at the platform from the corner of their eyes.

Although most of the nobles looked horrified, they could not hide their joy and excitement. They made the most correct choice and set sail on a giant ship that set sail with the wind and sailed straight on the clouds.

In addition to the nobles who belonged to the Valoran Empire, there were also many invited guests.

Together, they witnessed a great war that could be included in the history of the continent of Kaladimos, a war with the stars shining and the fall of the gods.

And...With the birth of a powerful empire!

The most obvious thing is Abigail, the god of winter who lowered the will of the gods.

Whether it is what you see and hear in the Shadow Realm or the silent attitude of the goddess of ice and snow storm in the Ailanfalu Empire, she noticed an unusual smell.

Sniffing the many bloody smells mixed in the air, a little familiar and a little strange.

Abigail looked clear. The hidden power of the Valoran Empire was too terrifying. There were several existences comparable to powerful divine power.

even.....

The eyes of the god of winter, Abigail, fell on the platform, with long orange hair, looking confused and naughty eyes looking at the petite girl around her.

Who could have imagined that it was such a little girl who had not lost her childlike heart and harmless humans and animals who could actually command the stars and force the snake of disaster to retreat.

Suddenly, an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of Abigail's mouth.

At the time of the battle between the Order camp and the Chaotic camp, a new empire full of people from other worlds suddenly appeared, and its strength was extremely frightening. What a thing that made the Gods of Order feel "pleasant".

At least, she could imagine the various faces of the gods after the banquet.

This is a very strange idea, but it is not too strange to think about it carefully.

The Order Camp is composed of many gods and therefore has different interest groups.

However, the Ice and Snow God System is faintly independent, which is why the Ailan Faluo Empire was inexplicably excluded.

As for what is the specific reason, Abigail knows a little bit of the reason.

However, as the most staunch supporter of the goddess of ice and snow storm, her glory and strength belong to the Ice and Snow God system.

However, before Abigail could think about it, she seemed to have sensed something, her expression suddenly condensed, and Svein's figure reflected in her azure blue eyes.

On the white jade platform.

Modrian's planner, the core figure of Valoran's empire, Svein suddenly turned around and bowed to the throne.

Not only Svein, but also all the heroes standing on the platform, bowed and lowered their eyes at this moment.
To be continued...