Chapter 224 The Power of the True God

At this time, no one noticed that in the center of the eye of the storm, above the twin cities, on top of the huge mountain-like phantom body of the Goddess Gana, there was a tiny human being standing.

That's Levi.

Usually it was Janna who stood on his shoulders.

Now it was his turn to stand on Janna's shoulders.

"Jana." Levi asked her softly in her ear: "How long can we maintain our current state?"

"As long as the hurricane doesn't stop, it can continue." Janna answered through her thoughts in her ethereal voice.

"That's enough." Levi looked up at the sky.

This overwhelming hurricane that covered the sky and the earth was certainly not summoned by Janna out of thin air. She was far from having the ability to do so at her current level.

But Runeterra is a world of magic, and everything in the magical world can be seen as an aggregation of magical elements.

Hurricanes formed by nature naturally contain endless wind elements.

Janna is the embodiment of wind. She can not only summon storms, but also control the natural wind and even temporarily use the wind elements in the storm for her own benefit.

Janna is unable to summon a hurricane now, but if she can just control it and borrow its power, it is enough.

In other words, the hurricane is her temporary "Wind Spirit Moon Shadow", which can allow her to temporarily restore her demigod power.

With the help of this powerful hurricane that occurs once in a hundred years, Janna can almost exert a terrifying power comparable to her heyday.

"Let them see the power of the wind of change," Levi said.

"Yes." Jia maintained her huge body, and slowly waved her wind staff under the worship of all the people in the twin cities.

Suddenly, strong winds blew up on the sea, and dozens of seaspouts that connected the sky and the ground seemed to come alive, converging in an orderly manner from the mountains and the sea, and from all directions.

Where did they gather? Jinghai Prison.

Jinghai Prison is located on an isolated island south of Piltover, neither far nor close to the city.

This castle-like tall and majestic building, in front of dozens of converging tornadoes, turned out to be as small and pitiful as a toddler surrounded by strong men.

But soon, those tornadoes collided and merged on the sea under the waving of the goddess's staff.

In a manner that science could not explain at all, the power of the storm merged from the tornado into vertically rising storm air currents, merging into two enormous wind walls!

These two wind walls were like two invisible solid barriers, slowly pushing away the waves in the sea.

Countless tons of sea water were split in the middle bit by bit by the invisible wind.

The seawater was squeezed to the sides, and the wind wall went straight into the seabed, exposing the sand and soil on the seabed.

The sea was divided like this.

A road was branched out, connecting directly from the isolated island where the Tranquility Prison was located to the mainland of Piltover.

“This, this…” Faced with such a miracle, the jailers on the island were stunned.

They reacted quickly: "Release him! Release him now!"

…

Professor Lemire and other prisoners arrested on charges of "pro-Jana" were released as quickly as possible.

On the other hand, Marcos and the law enforcement officers who witnessed the miracle with their own eyes became more determined to surrender.

"Mrs. Camille, I'm sorry." Marcos slowly put his finger on the trigger.

The law enforcers also swallowed nervously and raised their weapons against the Gray Lady, whom they once feared like a tiger.

Camille's eyes flickered blue, but she stood still without moving.

Everyone became more and more nervous because they knew that Qing Gangying was not someone they could deal with .

It is not so easy to surrender to the leader just by taking her head as a token of allegiance .

But at this time, Camille finally spoke: "Shoot."

"Huh?" Marcos had cold sweat on his forehead.

"It's meaningless." Camille just said that.

She looked up at the sky, and saw the great god standing like a mountain in the center of the storm.

"Nothing is meaningful now." Camille sighed, "They can really summon the goddess Janna. I lost this bet."

She knew that from the day she chose to completely oppose and break with the Windleader and launched an anti-Janna wave in Piltover, there was no way back.

All that awaits her is victory or death.

So, Camille took the initiative to step forward and pointed her pupils, which were glowing with dark blue magic energy, at the muzzle of Marcos' gun:

"Shoot at the eyes. If you attack anywhere else, your bullets may not penetrate the defense."

She was like a teacher, instructing Marcos on how to kill himself in a calm yet terrifying tone.

"As you wish..." Marcos took a deep breath and finally pulled the trigger slowly.

It was only then that a hint of humanity appeared in Camille's eyes.

She said, "Marcos, I have a favor to ask of you."

"You say." Marcos replied nervously.

"Tell the Wind Leader that if possible, leave my Hex Heart to my brother."

As she spoke, Camille stretched out her cold mechanical hand and helped Marcos pull the trigger.

Bang—a gunshot.

…

On the high ground in the center of the city of Piltover.

Marit and Riven, as the general's personal guards, were accompanying Amistan to observe the movements on the front line.

Then they discovered that they didn't need to stand on high ground to observe the battlefield situation. They could just look up at the sky:

"It's over. We're done."

After witnessing the miracle of the god's coming to earth, the last trace of blood on Marit's face disappeared.

This is definitely not them, and it is not an enemy that a small Amistan regiment can deal with.

In other words, choosing to be an enemy of such a god is itself a very stupid thing to do.

"Riven." Marit couldn't help but quietly tighten her grip on Riven's hand.

Riven was also pale, but she still held the sword firmly, without wavering.

Holding on to the last glimmer of hope, she looked at her commander, General Amistan.

"General, what should we do now?"

Riven asked. The other Noxian soldiers present also looked over with concern.

General Amistan looked solemn, but not panicked at all.

It really looks like he has the demeanor of a great general who remains calm even when faced with a huge crisis.

"What should we do?"

Amystan let out a long breath and even laughed easily:

"Just do nothing."

"The Leader and the Noxian Empire are in a cooperative relationship. They still need our food, raw materials, and markets, and we also need the arms and industrial products they provide."

"We can't live without each other now, and we won't fight to the death."

Amystan's demeanor suddenly changed, as if she had been prepared, and she waved her hand and ordered her guards:

"Send the congressmen who were arrested yesterday to the Leader for processing."

"Tell them that this war was entirely initiated by these greedy Piltover merchants. According to the Piltover Security Treaty, the Empire is not obliged to fulfill its joint defense obligations in foreign wars initiated by Piltover."

"How they want to deal with these 'war criminals' in Piltover is their business and has nothing to do with us."

"There are still many opportunities for cooperation between us Noxus and the Leader."

This is actually just finding a way to back down and admit defeat.

If it were under normal circumstances, if Amistan did this, he would definitely be regarded as a coward by the Noxians, a clown who ruined the reputation of the empire, or even a traitor who sold out the interests of the empire.

But the Noxians are old-fashioned, yet flexible.

They have only one unchanging standard - strength.

After the Leader displayed such power that even the Goddess Janna condescended to step down, Amistan's act of surrendering and seeking peace would only be seen as the far-sightedness of a wise man.

"Oh, right..."

Amystan seemed to suddenly remember something.

She looked at Marit and Riven: "Riven, can you give me the Blackstone Rune Greatsword temporarily?"

"Huh?" Riven was slightly stunned: "Why?"

"This is an order. I need to borrow your sword." Amystan did not explain too much, but just used her status as a superior to put pressure on him.

This trick is very useful in normal times.

Because Noxian officers give orders to their subordinates and never need to explain.

They are just well-trained war machines who have long been accustomed to obeying orders instinctively.

Just like Riven.

She knew something was wrong, but she instinctively took down her greatsword, wanting to surrender her most powerful weapon.

"Wait!" Marit stood up.

This loyal soldier who had once obeyed his superior's orders, now raised his sword and faced Amistan in a rebellious manner: