Chapter 223: Wazuan, your goddess is back

The next day, the countdown to war reached zero.

Piltover finally encountered this hurricane.

The sky was completely covered by heavy clouds, and the sea was rolling up huge waves in the storm. The howling wind swept everything between heaven and earth.

The entire city seemed like a lone boat struggling to survive the tsunami.

In this hurricane, human beings are so insignificant.

Sun Gate Bridge position.

Marcos was unable to leave yesterday and was afraid of being arrested as a deserter, so he had to rush back to stay at his post.

He walked out of the tent that was almost blown down by the wind wearing a raincoat that was better than nothing. Although he tried to tense his still strong body, he was still knocked off balance by the howling storm.

The wind is stronger than yesterday, and it makes people more desperate.

Is this the power of nature?

Or the wrath of the Storm Goddess?

The law enforcement officers on the battlefield were all thinking anxiously, but no one could give an answer. They could only wait quietly in despair.

"Damn it." Marcos was in a very bad mood.

How about surrendering?

This idea suddenly occurred to him.

"Sheriff Marcos." But at this moment, a calm and powerful voice came through the wind and rain.

It was Camille. Her artificial eyes glowed with a faint blue light, appearing unusually .

"Mrs. Camille." Marcos was a little surprised.

He said subconsciously: "I didn't expect you to come here."

After he finished speaking, he felt something was wrong. With the congressmen either cowering and hiding in the back or being invited to have tea by Amystan for deserting the battlefield, his words always sounded a bit ironic.

But Camille didn't mind.

She slowly walked to Marcos' side, and together they looked out across the canal at Zaun, before she said, "For me, it's the same everywhere."

As long as she loses this battle, as the culprit who provoked the war, she will not be able to escape accountability.

So Camille has made up her mind to die.

"..." Marcos groaned for a moment.

Perhaps it was because the storm had put everyone in a desperate situation, unconsciously erasing any differences in status, that he became bolder.

He couldn't help but ask Camille: "Mrs. Camille, why are you... so persistent?"

In front of the Tycoon, especially the Tycoon that has become powerful, the Piltover Cartel has always been weak.

They never hesitate to cooperate with the leader, and even if they are in conflict, they always leave room for maneuver. Many families are even enemies of the leader on the surface, but have become the leader's "old friends" in private.

Only Camille did it most thoroughly.

She had countless opportunities to gain the leader's friendship, but she insisted on fighting the leader to the end.

She put herself in the position of the first bird to stand out, and was willing to sell out her sovereignty, invite wolves into the house, and put the leader to death.

Marcos actually didn't understand.

What happened yesterday has proved that even if Piltover wins in the end, it will no longer be the Piltover of Piltover merchants, but a semi-colony controlled by the Noxian Empire.

Why did Camille have to go to such lengths? Did she hate the Leader so much?

“…” Camille glanced at Marcos.

She didn't want to answer.

But looking at the raging waves and the turmoil in the city... Marcos, who was just a pawn in her hands, has now become the only person who can listen to her before she dies.

"Because Noxus has come, the Ferros family can still exist;"

"Now that the Wind Leader has arrived, even if the bloodline of Philos can continue, the family called Philos will no longer exist."

"Everyone actually understands this truth, but I am the only one willing to stand up."

"Because..." Camille looked at her Hex Heart: "I am the only one who has dedicated everything to my family."

If Philos no longer existed, then there would be no point for her to continue existing.

Marcos remained silent upon hearing this.

He looked up at the law enforcers, his men, who were shivering in the storm.

"But we are not from the Philos family." Marcos suddenly couldn't help but speak out in anger: "Mrs. Camille, why should we sacrifice for you and your family?"

"You never asked this question when you usually shared the dividends of rule," Camille replied.

"Bonus?" Marcos sneered, "Do you mean the salary Piltover gives me, or the stolen money that will 'shoot me in the back' if I don't take it?"

"We are just dogs, please don't make it sound so nice!"

"So, what do you want to do?" Camille also noticed that the atmosphere was not right.

But she was not afraid at all. She just looked at Marcos coldly, and then glanced at the law enforcement officers .

Just like Marcos, they had accumulated endless resentment and fear in this storm, just waiting for an opportunity to explode.

But Camille was like a ruthless machine: "I don't care what you are thinking or what you want to do, but I am still standing here - so, just stand firm!"

"Besides, the war has not even started yet. Noxus is on our side, so the Leader may not necessarily win."

"Isn't it too early for you to think about taking sides now?"

She was talking.

Suddenly, the weather changed.

It means literally that the dark clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed.

It was a strong and powerful storm with a clear direction. It slowly blew away the black cumulonimbus clouds that were as vast and deep as the sea and covered the entire city.

Gradually, the hurricane "disappeared".

To be precise, the hurricane "disappeared" from the Twin Cities.

The Twin Cities miraculously became the eye of this terrible cyclone, surrounded by dark clouds, storms and tsunamis, but above their heads there was a blue sky with sunshine.

At this moment, all Zaun and Piltover people can see this amazing sight:

The storm and clouds seemed to be blocked by an invisible cylindrical barrier, keeping them outside the twin cities.

The boundless sea on the east and west sides of the twin cities and the continuous mountains on the north and south sides were all shrouded by the terrible storm.

The storm rolled up sand, rocks and trees on the mountains, and rolled up thousands of acres of water on the sea, and even brought down tremendous thunder from the sky.

In an instant, hundreds of tornadoes of different shapes appeared around the twin cities.

They connect the sea and the sky, the sky and the mountains, and roar around the twin cities.

It was as if the twin cities were protected in the eye of a hurricane, yet it was also as if the twin cities were surrounded in the middle of the storm.

"This..." The law enforcement officers were stunned.

Camille was also speechless.

At this point even a fool could see that this was not a natural hurricane.

Because in the center of the storm, at the center of the eye, under the sun above the twin cities, a shadow as huge as a mountain is slowly emerging.

She has the ears of an elf and the face of an angel. Storms surround her and blow endlessly, and the sun cannot take away her divine light.

"Goddess Janna! It's Goddess Janna!"

Marcos murmured the name of the god.

She was once worshipped by the people of Piltover, then quietly forgotten by them, and later spurned and slandered by them.

And now, she returns to the world in an unstoppable manner.

She told everyone with a storm:

"Vazuan, your goddess is back!"

The entire Twin Cities witnessed this magnificent scene.