What kind of theories will they use to explain such discoloration of the world?

Even the tyrants of the Giant God Clan rarely see my power with their own eyes.

Of course, no land can withstand the scars that have been transformed in that valley. Once my work is over, nothing will likely survive.

Even Pansen, the incarnation of the Star Spirit, was not spared.

I don’t know if what I miss you then is her or her meaningless barking.

The dazzling light of doomsday gradually dissipated, and the once mountains had collapsed into lava mixed with gravel, flowing along the original depressions of the valley. This is the wound I left to this world.

The abominable crown suddenly burst into a severe pain, piercing my body. I am about to pay the price.

He raised his head, his eyes submerged in the sad light of a dying star.

His heart tightened and his mind curled up.

A wave of unsuppressed despair pierced into the depths of my soul, and dark sadness swept across the sky.

Just as you lose the most cherished thing in an instant, and you know that all the blame lies with you.

A long time ago, some curious creatures had asked me why I could remember every star I cast.

If they had ever been lucky enough to feel how to create even a star, they would understand that the stupidity of this question was already close to the sky.

When I watched my beloved creature breathe at the end of my life, the energy she emitted was just like my soul missing a corner. Heaven sounded the death knell for her heat and silence. She splashed with sparks, and the last time it bloomed even surpassed her other brothers and feet.

My heart was broken into thousands of petals, just because of countless heavens, because I turned my power to serve the giant god, and thus gradually became decayed.

Panson's summons finally changed back to a star.

This is the ending of my unrestrained rage, and it is also the rough witchcraft I have to deal with.

Within a few seconds, they reoccupied my mind and assigned a new task. However, no matter how briefly I had never enjoyed such freedom in any other world.

More importantly, I have already understood what their mistakes are.

A small part of me has been freed from the shackles, and soon I will return here, carefully explore this mysterious source of energy, and completely break free from my constraints.

I turned into the spirit of war, curled up and twisted in my body scattered throughout the universe.

It will definitely not be happy if it loses its concrete spokesperson in this world.

However, a destined host has been selected and he will become the next generation of Pansen.

It was a warrior of the Rakuer tribe. His tribe was entrenched at the foot of the Giant God Peak, absorbing its power like a barnacle.

One day, I will meet this newly formed Pantheon. Maybe he will leave behind that absurd spear and come with a new weapon.

I sensed the relatives of Panson scattered in space. In the short moment of the past, their attention was all focused on this world, watching their incarnation on the earth being destroyed by their chosen weapons.

Their confusion is mixed with growing desires. They fight each other just to seize the power to control me. How I wish I could see their expressions.

As I pulled away from this world called Runeland, I felt a feeling that had never appeared in the giant god before.

It's for fear."

"I heard that Thor always wanted to see him Panthen." Zoe laughed and said, "But the God of War can't pass my level now!"

Zoe tilted his head and seemed to sense something, then said hello and left.

......

After experiencing these experiences, the merchant did not dare to move forward, so he used special contact information to call the beast cart for the road.

Robin and Aphelius had no intention of continuing to move up and got on the merchant's beast car.

When he first met a businessman, his erudition behavior made Robin not care about the basic information of this guy.

The beast cart didn't have a slight bump. After learning that Aphelius and Robin really wanted to go, the merchant also took a breath.

Fukuk Island!

It was a strange island, and most people dared not get close to it. It is said that the island is full of human-eating monsters.

"There is a legend that Elise, the Spider Queen, transformed into a spider."

"oh?!"

Robin didn't expect that the businessman was still clear about Elise's affairs. The fat businessman looked stupid but actually knew a lot.

But that's all the businessman knows about Elise.

Before entering the League of Legends interpretation mode, Robin happened to have a fun game of Elise and also had some understanding of her affairs.

Madam Elise was born hundreds of years ago in the Kissilla family, one of the oldest bloodlines in Noxus. She quickly understood the power of beauty and used this power to control the judgment of the weak.

She reached the age of marriage and was pursued by Bolhot, the heir of the Zafan family.

Many people opposed their union because it would unilaterally strengthen the power of the Kissirah family at the cost of the Zafan family.

But Elise tried hard to lure her fiancé and played with all the people who were not good for her, which eventually led to a engagement.

She didn't know that this political marriage had been planned for many years, and everything was arranged was the shadow power behind the imperial stage, and Bolhot was just a piece in a huge game.

Despite this, no one expected that Elise could control him so completely. Although he was still the head of the family on the surface, anyone with a discerning eye could tell who had the final say.

Over time, his resentment became deeper and deeper.

One night, during the cold and silent supper, Borhot had a showdown.

He poisoned her wine, demanding Elise to withdraw from social affairs and that he could control the actual power.

Elise knew that he would bring the antidote with him, so she played the role of a regretful wife, begging her husband for forgiveness in tears.

Just when he seemed convinced, she grabbed a knife and stabbed it into his heart.

Even though she learned about the medicine, Elise was still bedridden for weeks... It was at this time that Ms. Paleo came to her.

The mysterious hostess of "Black Rose" tells her a secret association where trustworthy members will gain deep knowledge and secret witchcraft.

In fact, Ms. Pale didn't care who was in power among the major nobles, but only whether the in power was loyal to her.

Since Elise has killed Bolhot, who is a puppet, she must prove her worth, otherwise she will find someone more suitable to take over her.

Faced with such a ladder of power, Elise's enthusiasm for joining the cabal was almost more than anyone before.

She often meets important members, exchanges resources and wrists, and weaves complex nets with interlocking strategies to block her opponents.

Relying on the wealth of the two families, few people can compete with her, and she is becoming more and more good at convinceing others to obey her words.

Finally, she learned that the Black Rose attaches great importance to something inside - the skull of the ancient warlord Saren Uzur, was said to have been hidden on Fukugami Island a long time ago.

No, now it has been renamed Shadow Island.

Elise eagerly longed for the favor of the pale lady, so she found a captain who was in debt and desperate, and took risks for money, carrying her and a group of devout followers to the cursed city of Hynia.

They landed on a gray-white beach, searching for the lost treasure house in vain, while suffering from the torture of evil spirits.

But Elise made an unexpected discovery.

A creature that has been forgotten for a long time settled in the lightless abyss underground in the city.

The round, chitin-shaped monster was the spider god, the despicable throat, which rushed out of the darkness to devour the intruders, and finally its poisonous fangs pierced Elise's shoulder.

She fell to the ground howling and twitching, and the venom brought a terrible change to her body.

Her spine fluttered involuntarily, and finally many spider legs came out of the flesh behind her.

Finally, Elise, who could not breathe in the midst of the painful transformation, saw her new master standing high in front of her.

At that moment, she had a language-free communication with the Spider God, and then she fled back to the beach, and her roundabout shuttle in the twisted jungle was no longer invaded by the evil spirits on the island.

A few weeks later, when her ship returned to the capital of Noxus in a dead night, Elise had regained the appearance of a human being...

But there were no living things left on the boat except her.

Although the ancient warlord's skull had no clue, Ms. Pale saw that Elise had received was actually a dangerous gift.

A way to safely travel between Noxus and Shadow Island.

They hit it off, and the Black Rose would provide Elise with a constant stream of stupid offerings to the Spider God, and in return she would bring back any objects of boarding power from that dark forbidden coast.

Elise returned to the unattended Zafan family mansion and carefully created a mysterious reputation that was unattainable.

Almost no one speculated about her true face, but there were many bizarre rumors about her. It was said that she had an ageless beauty, and it was also said that a terrifying and fierce monster lived in the depths of her dilapidated and dusty palace.

Over the past few hundred years, whenever Elise felt her god's call, she would return to the land covered in black mist, and would bring a fascinated suitor or other soul that could be easily mercilessly.

All those who accompanied her there went without returning.

On Dugu's boat, Elise recalled the previous scene.

Her most trusted ship deputy spent several weeks at sea, actually he didn't like going out to sea too much.

This made Marcus dizzy and weak, so he was very glad to be able to stand on land again.

Among the rugged basalt on the coastline, a path extends inland, and the smooth and greasy surface makes people feel very unstable under their feet.

The curved trees on both sides of the path were twisting and crooked, and the scars on the black bark flowed out yellow slurry, as if some animal was shaking the trunks in panic.

A soft light flashed in the woods, like ghost fires in the swamp, attracting ignorant souls to perish.

The branches above the head drooped many things that seemed to be broken cotton. It took Marcus a while to realize that these were inexhaustible spider webs.
To be continued...