Chapter 491: Mordekaiser's Attack
The same story is happening simultaneously all over the world.
In Shurima, freed slaves took up arms and fought alongside the ancient Ascended;
In Demacia, the poor tenant farmers who had risen up joined the same trenches as the progressive knights of the kingdom;
In Noxus, serfs and orphans who were once forced into battle by the Empire once again rushed to the forefront of the war. But this time, they fought for their own beliefs;
In Ionia, the former outcasts united under the banner of the Bluebird, pledging to defend Janna, the Balance, and their hard-earned freedom and equality with their lives.
In Zaun and Piltover, citizens who had participated in militia training assembled as quickly as possible without hesitation.
In the center of Zaun city, the Hexgate hub connecting the entire Runeterra never stopped for a moment.
Tons of Hex gems were burning magic power at all costs, releasing infinite energy. The endlessly flickering brilliant magic light almost illuminated the entire sky and sea.
Countless figures walked out of the light and disappeared again.
They came from thousands of miles away and went thousands of miles away without hesitation.
They are Zaun, Piltover, Shurima, Demacian, Noxian, Ionian, Freljord...
They are the leaders.
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A long time later, off the coast of Bilgewater.
"These leaders..." Planck sighed coldly: "They are really amazing."
He originally wanted to lead the remnants of his army directly into Bilgewater, launch a suicide attack in the city of Bilgewater, and complete the sacrifice.
But they didn't expect that their pirate fleet had just approached the waters off Bilgewater when they ran into this "Great Wall of the Sea" before them.
It is a great wall made up of countless warships, fishing boats, cruise ships and merchant ships. They rise and fall in the wind and waves, but they are indestructible.
As the former ruler of Piraeus Port and the former Pirate King, Planck certainly knew how difficult and impossible it was to mobilize such a large fleet in Piraeus Port.
But the Leader did it, with his own strength and with the support of the people of Bilgewater.
"Haha, it's not unfair that I lost." Planck said self-deprecatingly.
"Boss, is this the time to talk about this?" He looked calm and composed, but Malik and others were extremely anxious.
The sea was clear and they could see the fleet of the Wind Leader, who had of course discovered them.
The leader has countless warships, while they only have a few broken ships.
How to fight this?
So, Malik and the others asked hastily, regardless of hierarchy: "Boss Planck, our attack plan must have been exposed - it seems that the Leader knew we were coming in advance, so he went out to sea to intercept us!"
"Boss, what should we do now?"
"Don't worry." Plank said calmly.
Of course he wasn't worried. After all...
A real man is born in heaven and earth, how can he be depressed and live under others for a long time? Although he is not a good person, he is not a coward who fawns on others and lives a life of shame.
For Gangplank, who was helplessly bound to Mordekaiser, death was actually a relief.
It was not yet time for the planned joint sacrifice, so it was too early to commit suicide. They were caught off guard and intercepted here by the Leader, who had an absolute advantage of a thousand times over them...
He really tried his best. If he died at this time, it wouldn't be considered as sending his head to someone else.
"Then what should we do?" Planck was already waiting to die, but Malik and others were still asking anxiously.
There was no point in not being anxious. The leader warships on the opposite side had already turned around and pointed their guns at them.
Although they don't have to be afraid of death in theory, as it is said that there is a "heaven" waiting for them after death, they still want to stay alive as long as possible if possible.
They also wanted to fight back to Bilgewater and take back everything they once had. They also wanted to make those people of Bilgewater who followed the Leader in committing rebellion kneel on the ground and beg for forgiveness!
"Now even those stinky fishermen dare to chase us on the sea!" Malik said with great sorrow.
If they went to the underworld so early, wouldn't they never be able to vent their anger?
"Calm down, Malik..." Gangplank was about to say some more nonsense to calm Malik and the others down, and then quietly wait for the cannonballs from the Leader to hit him and help him get rid of Mordekaiser's enslavement.
And at this critical moment:
"Lord Modkaiser?!" Planck was suddenly stunned, and his consciousness was connected to a great will from another world.
The exchange between the two lasted only a brief moment.
"Boss Gangplank?" Malik and the others seemed to have seen some hope: "Is it His Majesty Mordekaiser?"
"Yes." Planck nodded.
Mordekaiser had just projected his consciousness into the material realm, connecting with him across the planes through the foul magic that lay buried in his soul.
"You're right, Malik."
"Our attack plan has indeed been exposed."
Modkaiser finally realized this.
He had intended to contact his messengers for the last time at this last moment to learn about the final progress of the plan.
But when this "call" was made to Amystan, it showed that no one answered.
So Mordekaiser immediately realized that something had happened to Amystan and the Leader might have noticed his plan.
"Then Your Majesty Modkaiser, what instructions do you have for us?" Malik and others asked impatiently.
"He ordered us to advance the planned time and start the sacrifice now," Planck said coldly.
"Now?" The pirates were stunned.
They are still at sea and have not yet landed in Bilgewater.
If we start offering sacrifices now, where will all the sacrifices come from?
Gangplank did not answer, but looked at the pirates present with his cold eyes that were filled with pity.
"Boss Planck..." Malik swallowed nervously.
He finally realized something.
The arrogant ambition to return to Bilgewater and act tyrannically, and to hang all the rebels on the mast to avenge his humiliation and hatred, instantly disappeared in the fear of death.
"The sacrifice... is it us?"
"Yes." Planck nodded calmly: "Although there are fewer people, it is enough."
The pirates: "..."
They were silent for a long time, but in the end they didn't dare to do anything to Gangplank who had the blessing of Mordekaiser.
In the end, Malik could only ask desperately: "Boss Planck, is what you said before true?"
"After we die, can we really live a heavenly life in the underworld?"
"Of course. You died for the great cause of His Majesty Mordekaiser, and there will naturally be a heaven waiting for you after death." There was a hint of pity in Gangplank's eyes, but he spoke against his will without thinking.
These pirates were once his capable subordinates.
But now, he has no choice.
Modkaiser gave him that power not so that he could deal with the Leader, but so that he would have enough strength to complete the sacrifice at the critical moment.
Then, Gangplank slowly spread out his hands and condensed an extremely large black mist ball.
"Daughter of Death!"
This giant magic ball flew into the sky with a roar, and then fell down mercilessly like a meteorite.
Before the Leader's shells fell, the black fog had swallowed up everything.
"Boss Planck..." The pirates didn't even have time to let out a complete cry of pain before they quickly turned into dead bodies in the black fog.
Their flesh and blood decayed into black mud, and then quickly dried into dust.
A large number of souls broke away from the piles of bones, and under the invisible laws of nature, a gap to the underworld was torn open.
Modkaiser's evil magic fixed these naturally formed plane gaps and slowly merged them into a wide plane channel.
A gate opened out of nowhere on the sea.
The evil breath of death that should not exist in the material world soon gushed out from behind the door like a flood breaking through a dam.
A thick black fog suddenly spread over the sea, like the undead fog of the Soul-Eating Night, but with even more terrifying power.
The azure blue waters were soon polluted into a creepy grey-black. The vast sky, dyed red by the setting sun, also gradually turned grey-black as the black fog spread.
The sea seemed to have turned into a wasteland of the underworld. There seemed to be no other colors between the sky and the sea, only endless black fog and flickering ghost lights.
And at this last moment, Planck was finally able to say goodbye:
"I'm sorry, Malik."
…
"I'm sorry, Cassiopeia."
The same story is happening simultaneously all over the world.
In Uzeris of Shurima, Elise unleashed a swarm of ghost spiders that ruthlessly tore apart Cassiopeia and the thousands of private soldiers and slaves she brought with her.
Those colonial landowners who dreamed of restoration also turned to ashes.
At the Ionian port of the Ipu River, Urgot was like a chariot of the undead, coldly crushing the Noxian nobles and their family soldiers who followed him.
In Belisico, Noxus, Sion, who has become the "True God of the Undead", once again reminded the imperial nobles of the horror of his teammate's killer.
Outside Demacia's capital and Mithril City, the German nobles who were willing to lead Modkaiser in order to fight against the Wind Leader finally got their wish and paved a way for their imagined "savior".
But the price is their lives.
In the seas of Zaun and Piltover, a similar scene appeared as in Bilgewater.
Because the streets of the Twin Cities were full of Goddess Janna's "Blue Bird Cameras", the messengers sent by Modkaiser were simply unable to infiltrate.
They could only bring those noble lords who were deceived from Noxus, disguise themselves as passing merchant ships, quietly approach the sea off the twin cities, and then sacrifice themselves as close to the coast as possible.
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One after another, dimensional channels run through every corner of Runeland.
These passages that should not exist in the world are all under the control of Mordekaiser's evil magic, connecting to Mitna Lachen and the underworld wasteland outside the Immortal Fortress.
In this hopeless wasteland of death, there suddenly appeared dozens of doors leading to the outside world.
The breath of life from the material realm gushed out from behind the door, and the long-lost smell intoxicated Modkaiser.
"Here comes my king!" Will-o'-the-wisp flickered in Modkaiser's eyes.
He stood on the high wall of the Immortal Fortress, waving Nightfall towards the boundless sea of the dead in front of him, "Go, lowly souls—"
"Take back the world of the living for me! Bring me eternity!"
"Yes!" Millions of undead souls responded.
They have been standing here like wood for the past three months.
Modkaiser looked down on these weak wandering souls and did not give them any other orders, but just asked them to wait here.
Thus, these tens of millions of undead souls formed a calm sea in the endless wasteland.
And now, this long-calm ocean is finally beginning to stir.
This movement is like a tidal wave, changing the sky and the earth.
The Sea of Death, composed of countless wandering souls, was quickly split into dozens of rolling torrents flowing in different directions under the leadership of the elite Undead Knights.
The torrents poured into the dozen or so dimensional passages leading to the mortal world, and then flowed endlessly towards the vibrant and vast world on the other side of the door.
“Hahahaha…” A thousand-year plan was accomplished in one day.
Modkaiser couldn't help but let out a cruel and gleeful laugh.
He had accumulated magical power and military forces in this underworld for 1,000 years before he finally succeeded and took this final step.
His power has long surpassed that of ordinary gods. No one in this world can stop him. No one!
Modkaiser was daydreaming like this.
Suddenly, he inadvertently saw the eyes of those dead spirits.
Under his enslavement and command, the undead were constantly pouring into the plane channels and advancing towards the material realm.
They are just the most insignificant pawns in Mordekaiser's hands.
But at this moment, they were all moving forward and staring coldly at their "master".
“They…” Mordekaiser was stunned: “Are they angry?”
These thousands of angry and cold glances were cast one after another, which was really scary at first glance.
But Modkaiser laughed: "Hahahaha..."
"Interesting." What he loved most was seeing those souls who refused to surrender being forced to kneel before him and suffer eternal torture under his enslavement.
These ants enslaved by him actually know how to express their anger.
Good. It's like a small dog barking angrily at its owner, only it's funny.
He wanted to let these dead souls return to the mortal world and ruthlessly trample on their former homes. What could they do?
"Just a bunch of ants." The anger of the ants is meaningless.
Modkaiser did not take the anger of these undead to heart, even though there were tens of millions of them.
The only enemies he cares about now are:
“Janna.” Mordekaiser looked across the crowd towards a door.
That is the dimensional passage leading to Zaun and Piltover, and on the other side of the passage is the outer sea of the twin cities.
Modkaiser knew that Goddess Janna was the God of Faith, and the power of the God of Faith came from believers.
So, where are the most numerous and densely populated Janna believers, making it most convenient for them to be “centrally destroyed”?
There is only one answer:
“Twin Cities.”
