LOL: Summoner of Goddess Jana

Chapter 498
The storm swept away the world, devouring all darkness and evil.

Mordekaiser struggled, but it was useless.

"No!" He roared angrily unwillingly, but his voice was quickly drowned in the howling turbulence.

The countless strands of strong airflow containing vast divine power were like the sharpest blades and the toughest ropes, they bound him firmly, cutting and devouring his body like a meat grinder.

At the last moment before his soul collapsed, Mordekaiser finally recalled the cold and angry eyes he saw before marching.

"Go to hell, tyrant!" Amidst the howling storm, thousands of people seemed to be shouting to him.

But this time, he couldn't laugh anymore.

After a while, when the sky cleared and Yuyu clarified, the storm finally subsided.

Mordekaiser's soul completely dissipated in the storm, leaving only an empty iron armor.

The black mist of death that filled the sky above the sea and the city gradually disappeared with the fall of the king of the underworld.

The dozens of plane passages that were opened by Mordekaiser's evil magic all over the world were also slowly closed after his death.

The boundary between the underworld and the mortal world was re-established, and no more undead flooded into the mortal world.

The tens of thousands of undead left in the underworld all dissipated with the wind at this moment.

The vast majority of them can live forever after death because of Mordekaiser's enslavement magic.Now that Mordekaiser is dead, these weak souls can no longer resist the invasion of the wind of the underworld.

But this is not a tragedy, but the relief they dreamed of.

Mittner Lachen was originally a hell for the dead, except for a very small number of obsessed people, no one wanted to live here.

As a result, the undead jumped into the wind of the underworld in the joy of freedom, and dissipated with the wind amid relieved laughter.

And in Runeterra, those undead who have already entered the mortal world are also completely freed from Mordekaiser's slavery at this moment.

No longer bound to Mordekaiser's orders, they were no longer compelled to charge forward.

Twin Cities, Shurima, Demacia, Noxus, Ionia... The undead armies all over the world quickly stopped at this moment.

"Mordekaiser is dead!" Goddess Janna waved her staff lightly, returning the concentrated divine power to everyone.

Leaders all over the world heard the call of the goddess at this moment: "We—"

"Victory!"

Meanwhile, Zaun.

The undead, who had poured into the city uncontrollably like a flood before, all stopped following the fall of Mordekaiser, and as the black mist of death dissipated.

"Montero, look! We are free!" Sean looked excitedly at his comrades beside him.

The leaders who died in the past two years have spontaneously established dozens of branches in the underworld after their death.

And Montero, a worker from Zaun, and Sean, a mage from Demacia, led the Underworld Branch, which is one of them.

They were the first pioneers to fight in the underworld, and the first to restore contact with the goddess Janna.

But now, they returned to the mortal world together under Mordekaiser's control, and were lucky enough not to die under the artillery fire that the comrades of the two cities were forced to defend themselves, and finally succeeded in breaking free from the shackles and regaining their freedom.

This is obviously something to celebrate.

"Sean." Montero was not so excited.

He said calmly, "We should go."

"Go?" Sean was slightly taken aback: "Where are you going?"

Montero didn't say much, but pointed to the green belts on both sides of the road with his pale fluorescent hand.

Because of the soaring death energy brought by the undead, these flowers, plants and trees have all withered and died, and there is no trace of life in sight.

Even the lifeless concrete roads, concrete buildings, street signs, cars... everything around them was contaminated with a strong breath of undead because of the influx of these undead.

This coastal urban area has in fact become a polluted dead city.

Withering vegetation is still a trivial matter.If a living person walks around here, even if they don't die, they will probably be "radiated" and become weak.

"Well," Sean finally realized.

The undead are creatures that shouldn't exist in the material realm, and they all carry more or less the evil death magic breath left by Mordekaiser.

Their existence itself is a threat to the life of the mortal world.

So even if these underworld leaders have regained their freedom and left in the mortal world, it doesn't mean that they can return to the normal life of the mortal world like the living.

"Zuan is so beautiful now." Montero looked at the brightly lit city ahead with relief.

This is his home, where he fought.

This place used to be a purgatory not inferior to Mittner Lachen.But now, everything has changed.

"When I died, Zaun had just been liberated. At that time, how could Zaun have so many new apartment buildings and such spacious roads. Even the downstairs of the workers' apartments were full of beautiful cars?"

"Tsk tsk." The former Zaun worker sighed, "The people of Zaun now live like the old Piltover."

"Unfortunately, I died early."

Montero's words sounded a little lonely, but there was always a relieved and optimistic smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Let's go, Sean." He turned and walked towards the sea: "The comrades of the mortal world finally built Zaun like this, let's not destroy it again."

"Yeah." Sean nodded with mixed feelings.

It's time for them to go.But where should they go after leaving Zaun?
They are like walking radiation, bringing death and destruction wherever they go.

The material realm does not welcome them, and they are unwilling to turn the world they love into a lifeless look.

"Perhaps." Sean tried to think: "We can open the well of souls in the Immortal Bastion, and then return to the underworld from the well of souls?"

The dozens of plane passages opened by Mordekaiser have been closed, but as a permanent bridge between the underworld and the mortal world, the Well of Soul is still sealed in the depths of the Immortal Fortress.

Through the Well of Souls, they can return to the underworld, where they belong.

"It doesn't seem necessary." Montero said, "Sean, you have to know that even if we are leaders, few people can survive in the underworld for a long time."

"Even if we go back, we still have to face the deadly wind of the underworld."

It would be good if one percent of the millions of undead leaders survived after returning to the underworld.

The endless blowing wind of the underworld is an eternal torture for the undead.Nobody likes this kind of immortality.

There is only torture waiting for them in the underworld, and the mortal world does not welcome the existence of the undead.

"So, I think" Montero led the undead to the sea, while looking back reluctantly: "Perhaps, it's time for us to bid farewell to this world forever."

"Montero!" You" Sean instinctively wanted to dissuade.

But Montero said freely: "We are all dead, and dead people should look like dead people."

"The only thing that greets us in the underworld is dissipation and torture. And even if we stay in the mortal world, we can't contribute to the leader, and can only become a burden that destroys the environment and drags everyone down."

"If you live like this, you might as well die sooner!"

Sean was silent for a while.

But he still said firmly: "No, Montero, we still have meaning in life."

"Perhaps most undead cannot survive in the underworld, but you and I, the most determined leaders, can still survive in the underworld with our own strength!"

"So, I still want to live"

"I know." Montero said, "You want to live until the day you see the Datong society built."

This is Sean's obsession.

"But I'm not as persistent as you." Montero laughed.

He had endured the torment of the wind of the underworld before and insisted on not dissipating because he was still worried about the future of the leader, worried that the leader who had just risen at that time would not be able to gain a firm foothold in the mortal world, so that he would fail.
Later, Montero waited until the news that the leader had won a complete victory in Runeterra, and his obsession was satisfied.

Now that the demon Mordekaiser has also been executed, and the struggle of the undead has won the final victory, Montero no longer has a reason to persist.

"I believe that the Datong society will be built, and I believe that comrades in the mortal world will be able to take over from us to complete the task - I don't need to witness it with my own eyes, but I can be sure."

"And if I can't contribute to this process, I can only be a bystander year after year, that would be so pointless."

As he said that, Montero laughed and said, "I can't help myself while watching others work, so I might as well get rid of it earlier."

"No." Sean shook his head: "We can help, Montero."

"Oh?" Montero looked puzzled.

"We can find a way to study undead magic, and research spells that can transform Mitna Lachen."

"Mordekaiser can find a way to build an immortal fortress on the empty wasteland of the underworld;"

"I think as long as we persevere, we can also research ways to transform the underworld, and eventually transform that barren hell into an afterlife paradise for all human beings!"

This is a crazy idea.

If the underworld can really be transformed into a Bandle City-like existence, then human beings can collectively realize the ascension of the spirit body, and leap into the society dominated by Ganna and Great Harmony.

But the amazingly talented Mordekaiser failed to turn the wasteland into a paradise, and Sean was just a second-rate mage, how could he have the ability to realize such a grand ambition?

"But I'm not alone." Sean looked at Montero sincerely: "I still have you by my side, and you, and comrades who will go to the underworld for generations to come."

"As long as we can persist in not dissipating, we will have eternal life and eternal time-how can we say that it is impossible to achieve it if we work together?"

"But I'm just a worker." Montero questioned: "I can't assist your magic research even if I survive."

"No, Montero." Sean encouraged: "Magic can be learned and mastered the day after tomorrow. As long as you are willing to spend time studying and researching, you will be able to help sooner or later."

"This" Montero was infected by the crazy and romantic ideal light in Sean's eyes.

With this ambitious goal, survival seems to have meaning again.

Even if this goal seems so far away, so unrealistic.

"Okay!" Montero finally raised his head: "Sean, then I will accompany you back to the underworld and study with you!"

"Well!" The two found a new goal, and they vowed to continue fighting.

only.
"Well, if only we could stay in the mortal world without harming the living." After deciding to live a good life, Montero couldn't help lamenting the harsh living environment of the underworld.

That place is still a hell.Although Montero has survived for two full years with his own strength, he is not sure how long he can persist under the attack of the wind of the underworld.

He didn't want to live forever.

Now that he found that living was meaningful, he was reluctant to die so soon.

But the undead are not welcome in the mortal world. If they do not return to the underworld and stay in this material realm, they will only continue to cause harm to the surrounding people and things.

There may be millions of undead lingering in the mortal world. Which land can accommodate such a large number of "radiation sources" and tolerate their existence?

"It would be great if there was a place in Runeterra where we, the undead, could live for a long time without posing a threat to humans and the natural environment." Montero was sighing.

"Uh, wait." Both Sean and him raised their heads abruptly.

Just now they had been discussing how to struggle to survive in the underworld, and how to pursue their ideals while suffering, suddenly they both realized that...
Runeterra seems to have a place that is not afraid of pollution and can live in the dead.

Three days later, Shadow Isles.

It used to be a highly civilized island.

However, more than 1000 years ago, an unprecedented magical disaster tore down the barrier between the material and spiritual realms, causing a fusion effect between the two.

Now, a malevolent black mist haunts the archipelago permanently, and even the land itself is tainted with malevolent witchcraft.Any mortal who dares to set foot on these desolate shores is slowly robbed of life force, which in turn attracts insatiable, predatory undead.

Every year on the night of soul eclipse, with the spread of the black mist of the undead, the bloodthirsty undead will follow in the footsteps of the black mist and launch a nightmarish invasion to the distant land.

Of course this is all in the past.

At this moment, after the painful lessons of the past two nights of eating souls, the undead of Shadow Island have been guarded by the leaders in Bilgewater, and have been "educated" to become harmless nerds.

The Shadow of War, Mister Hecarim, is one of them.

He was a bloodthirsty general in his lifetime, and after his death, he and his mount were fused into a ghostly evil spirit in the shape of a centaur.

And in the past 1000 years, Hecarim's greatest hobby after his death was to lead the army of undead under his command to go north to Piraeus Port on the night of soul eclipse every year, and carry out a cruel and joyful massacre.

Soul Eclipse Night is like New Year's Eve to him, every time he can kill and have fun.

But all of this changed on the soul eclipse night last year.

At that time, he was like in the past, under the cover of the black mist of the night of eclipse, excitedly charged towards Bilgewater.

As a result, they collided head-on with the Naval Fleet of the Leader supporting Ionia, and were bombed to pieces.

His teammate Thresh was blasted to pieces on the spot.Seeing that the situation was not good, he turned his head and slipped away, only to escape back intact.

This year's Soul Eater Night was even worse.

The leader is stronger than last year.In the past, the undead attacked the city, but this year it was the leaders who drove the boats and chased the undead all over the sea.

Luckily Hecarim had four legs and was fast enough to turn in, otherwise he would have given up on being there.

And his soul was also severely damaged in this battle, and he has not recovered until now.

"No, never go to that ghost place again!"

Even though more than three months had passed, Hecarim couldn't help sighing in his heart when he recalled the tragedy of this year's Soul Eclipse night.

Just think of the humiliation of being a dignified shadow of war, but being chased by a group of stinky fishers in the sea.
Unwilling and helpless, he decided that he would never violate Piraeus territory again.

He will stay in this Shadow Island from now on, and will not go out for the rest of his life.

Anyway, Shadow Island is a bad place for human beings, if he hides here and doesn't go out, can the leader still fight in?

Hecarim was thinking so
"Huh? Why is it dawn?" He raised his head in a daze.

The sky, which had been shrouded in black mist for thousands of years, really lit up.

However, what lit up was not bright sunlight, but a piece of pale fluorescent light.
Yufeng suspended in the sky, the endless sea of ​​undead.

Hecarim: "???"

For the first time in a millennium, he made a hellish expression.

(End of this chapter)