Chapter 497 The Power of Ants
Zaun and Piltover, offshore.
While the leaders were struggling to resist the invasion of the Undead all over the world, Janna and Levi were always in the black fog barrier, fighting desperately with Mordekaiser.
The Wind of Change and the King of the Underworld, the vast power of the two gods, were poured out without reservation at this moment.
The violent air currents and surging black fog were like two flood hurricanes meeting head-on.
The two of them continued to entangle, collide, and collide in this enchanted space, and their fight caused tremendous turbulence and broke countless flying clouds.
If it weren't for Modkaiser's black fog barrier that separated the inside and the outside, the aftermath of the battle between the true gods alone would have been enough to create thousands of huge waves on the sea and crush countless undead.
"Hammer of Destruction!" Modkaiser slapped Levi away from him for the umpteenth time.
But Janna's fiery air currents could always protect his body intact, and her reviving monsoon could always restore him to his original state after being exhausted.
Levi's figure flew backwards thousands of meters in an instant, and only stopped when he hit the solid black fog barrier.
But in the blink of an eye, he was blessed by Janna's power, swept up with endless violent airflow, wielding the invisible blade condensed from the storm, and came back fiercely.
"This..." The more Modkaiser fought, the more he felt something was wrong.
According to his idea, shouldn't Goddess Janna become weaker and weaker as her believers disappear?
How come after the two sides have been fighting for so long, Janna's divine power has not only not weakened, but has become a little stronger?
This is actually very easy to explain.
Mordekaiser drew his attention back to the direction of Zaun and Piltover through the dense black mist barrier:
He saw that the coastal defense embankment, which had collapsed in his eyes at the first touch, was still standing there firmly.
At this time, the number of undead pouring into the mortal world was so large that it occupied the entire sea within Mordekaiser's field of vision.
The sun had already set, but the fluorescent ghost lights covering the sky almost turned the dark night into a gloomy day.
But even so, the coastal defense line of the Twin Cities still stood firm. It stood proudly in front of the Sea of the Dead, blocking wave after wave of death for the bustling city behind it.
"These humans have actually survived until now?" Modkaiser couldn't believe it.
For the first time in his life, he couldn't help but be amazed at the power of a mortal.
Zaun and Piltover, this city was a weak city-state that was dependent on the Noxian Empire more than two years ago, and even an imperial war regiment had to serve it carefully as a soldier.
But now, its people are standing bravely in front of the devastating sea of the undead, and have persisted until now without retreating!
The city is still the same city, and the people are still the same people.
How did the weak people from Shuangcheng become so powerful?
“No…” It’s not just the Twin Cities.
The undiminished power of the goddess Janna has already shown that not only in the Twin Cities, but also in Shurima, Demacia, Noxus, Ionia, and Bilgewater—
On every battlefield in Runeterra, the Leaders never retreated, never collapsed, and never were destroyed!
"I said it before." Janna's ethereal and powerful voice sounded calmly at this time: "Our people will definitely complete the mission."
"But your arrogance blinds you to the power of mortals - and that is what dooms you, Mordekaiser."
"Failure?" Modkaiser smiled.
He was a little annoyed, but more mockingly retorted: "Yes, I admit that the performance of those ants is beyond my imagination."
"It's remarkable that they held out for so long against my army of the undead."
"But..." Mordekaiser's voice turned cold: "What can this change?"
"Ants are just ants after all!"
"Faced with a flood that swallows up the world, the ants' struggles can only delay their drowning, causing them to suffer more despair and pain before they die!"
In Mordekaiser's opinion, Janna's current performance is just the last glimmer of life of a terminally ill patient.
Yes, the willpower and fighting power of those leaders were stronger than he had imagined.
But is their physical strength infinite? Is their magic power infinite? Are their weapons and ammunition infinite?
Neither.
"I want to see how long you can hold on!" Modkaiser sneered.
His army of tens of millions of undead may have only been reduced to a small fraction by now.
What about the Leader? The troops that the Leader has urgently mobilized around the world would be good if they add up to 1 million.
No matter what, the military force in this battle is tens of millions versus one million, and the advantage is clearly on my side!
The war lasted from dusk until dark, and the leaders' physical strength, weapons and ammunition must have been almost exhausted.
The leader is just a spent force. Don't think that they have not been defeated until now. Maybe in the next second, the shaky defense line will collapse.
Mordekaiser was thinking this...
"Retreat?" He saw the leaders on the coastal defense line suddenly begin to retreat.
They abandoned their long-held coastal defense line and were desperately retreating to the city behind them.
“Hahahaha…” Mordekaiser couldn’t help but laugh: “Janna, what now?”
"Your followers can no longer hold on - where is the 'mortal power' you mentioned?"
Janna remained silent. She seemed to have fallen into despair over this scene.
The leader's retreat seemed to be just a limited strategic shift, but everyone could see that it was also the beginning of a major defeat.
After all, if they can’t even hold the strongest coastal defense line, how can the tired and exhausted leader of the division hold it once the undead pour into the city?
"Hahaha." Modkaiser admired the scene proudly.
He saw those leaders were like stray dogs, trying their best to use various weapons to delay the advance of the undead, while fleeing backwards in a panic.
Gradually, with the continuous withdrawal of the leaders, the Sea of Undead finally flooded the coastal embankment under this wave of impact and poured into the prosperous city behind.
For a moment, the ground was covered with fluorescent light and ghost fire shot up into the sky. The city was slowly swallowed up by the tide of the undead and was about to collapse.
Although the residents of the coastal cities had already retreated to further rear areas for refuge before the leaders withdrew.
But the Twin Cities are so small, where are the places to hide?
When the undead horde crosses the coastal urban area and pours into the heart of the city, what awaits the millions of people in the twin cities will be a desperate feast of massacre.
“Look, Janna!” Mordekaiser sneered, “The mortals you wish to protect will soon perish before your eyes.”
"And without the faith of these millions of people, how long can you last in front of me?"
Janna remained silent, as if she no longer had the energy to refute.
Mordekaiser looked at her smugly, as if he wanted to appreciate the despair in the goddess' eyes.
But what he saw was not despair.
But it was calm, with silent anger hidden in the calm, just like in the early morning.
"What?" Modkaiser's heart sank.
He finally realized something was wrong.
He was laughing arrogantly just now and talking nonsense without taking any action because he knew that Janna's current strength was about the same as his.
If the fight continues now, it will take a while to determine the winner.
So it is better to stop, idle, type and taunt, wait until the two cities fall completely, the leaders are all dead, and the power of Goddess Janna is weakened to the point where she can no longer contend with it, and then end the battle with one blow.
The advantage is his, and so is the timing.
That's why Modkaiser has the patience to wait.
But……
"Why don't you do anything?" Modkaiser stared at Janna.
It was obviously she who was about to lose! Shouldn't she seize the time and fight to the death before her strength was weakened too much?
But she also followed his example and just stayed where she was, doing nothing.
Why? Was it because she was so desperate that she gave up resisting?
"No..." Janna's eyes said it all.
She finally responded: "Because I'm waiting too."
"What are you waiting for?" Modkaiser felt inexplicably uneasy.
“Wait for my comrades,” Janna said.
"?" Modkaiser didn't understand.
He could not imagine that there would be gods in this world who called their believers "comrades" with equal status.
But he knew that Janna was the God of Faith, and the God of Faith had only one source of power, and that was believers.
So Janna is waiting for her followers?
But could believers who need time to develop suddenly appear out of nowhere in such a short battle?
If Janna wants to have the power to crush Mordekaiser, she may need the faith of tens or even millions of people.
Where can we find so many believers? Is it all dependent on the progressive masses to make breakthroughs on the spot and join the faith on the front line?
“You still can’t think of it?” Janna sighed softly: “Mordkaiser, have you forgotten…”
"Aren't there tens of thousands of intelligent beings pouring into the material world right now?"
"This..." Modkaiser was stunned: "You mean..."
Those undead?!
Modkaiser looked at the sea of undead in disbelief.
These undead souls are his slaves and his loyal servants! How could they be followers of the goddess Janna?
It's not that Mordekaiser hadn't thought about the possibility that after the death of the Leader, Mitna Lachen would come.
But the leaders had everything going smoothly in the past, and how many of them died in total?
How many of these people can persist and not get lost and disappear under the invasion of the wind from the underworld?
What's more, the connection between them and Goddess Gana will definitely be completely severed due to the obstruction of the plane barrier.
Even if these pitifully few leaders who have lost the goddess's protection are still alive in the underworld, what kind of trouble can they cause?
“You are too arrogant, Mordekaiser,” Janna sighed for the third time.
She looked down at the dead souls on the sea and said, "We are standing too high. So whether they are humans or the dead souls, they always seem so small and insignificant."
“It’s just that I know how great they are.”
"And you treat them as ants, as slaves, as unthinking machines, as tools that pose no threat."
Therefore, Modkaiser never thought that these weak souls enslaved by him would rebel against him.
He didn't take these undead souls seriously at all, and didn't believe they had the power to resist.
This was an objective fact in the past.
But now...
"I gave them power." Janna waved her staff lightly, and the divine light of faith condensed around her.
"They also gave me strength." The fluorescent white sea of the undead suddenly burst into a dazzling light.
That is the thread of faith, the faint fluorescence of countless threads of faith condensed into a dazzling light.
Thousands and tens of thousands of threads of faith were drawn from the undead enslaved by Modkaiser, and extended majestically to the sky.
It's not just the Twin Cities, and it's not just the Undead.
Countless threads of faith from the living and the dead converged from all directions. Looking around, the entire sky seemed to have become a sea of light.
They crossed the mountains and the sea, penetrated the black fog barrier, and gathered on the body of Goddess Gana.
“This, this power…” Modkaiser couldn’t believe it.
Janna's power was actually increasing rapidly and had far surpassed his.
"Why?" He looked at Janna madly, as well as the sea of undead that was providing Janna with power. "Why is this happening?!"
Why did his slaves become followers of Janna, and why could the Wind Leader grow to such a large scale in the underworld?
"I have to 'thank' you, Modkaiser!" Levi replied mockingly.
Modkaiser's extreme oppression of the undead and the suffocating eternal slavery have long made the undead hate and despair to the extreme.
All the leader needs to do is give them hope and then ignite their anger.
But even so, the Leader's missionary work in the underworld was not very smooth at the beginning.
Because the wasteland of the underworld is so large, and the dead souls are always scattered across the wasteland like lonely ghosts, wandering aimlessly.
It's a matter of luck to meet other people, let alone develop believers in a sustainable and large-scale manner.
But more than three months ago, Modkaiser assembled his troops in advance in order to counterattack the mortal world.
With a command from him, he summoned tens of millions of wandering souls from the wilderness to the outside of the Immortal Fortress and made them stand there like wooden sticks, waiting quietly outside the city.
And Modkaiser was too arrogant.
He didn't care about what these undead were thinking, let alone trying to find out what they were talking about with the people around them during the three months they were gathering and waiting outside the city.
then……
"The massive gathering of tens of millions of people lasted for more than three months."
"Mord Caesar, guess..." Levi asked murderously, "How many believers have you helped us develop in the underworld?"
"How much power can these believers add to Goddess Janna after returning to the mortal world?"
The faith of the believers in the underworld will be weakened to the extreme due to the obstruction of the plane barriers, and there will not be much left after paying the "toll".
But what if all these believers crossed the plane channel and returned to the mortal world?
So it was them that Janna was waiting for.
The millions of believers in the underworld stood relatively concentratedly among the tens of millions of undead armies.
Because they are still enslaved by Mordekaiser, they can only passively follow the undead army. Only when the vanguard of the army rushes into the mortal world can it be their turn to return to Runeland.
So Janna needs to wait, and the leaders of the mortal world need to hold on until their comrades from the underworld return.
"And in the end, they all succeeded—"
"The humans you regard as ants are blocking your army of undead;"
"The wandering soul you treated as a slave sent you to the grave with your own hands!"
Mordekaiser: “…”
He was silent.
He never expected that this group of weak and humble wandering souls , could completely overturn his rule just by chatting.
"No... stop! Stop! Don't go back to the mortal world!" Modkaiser reacted in horror.
He roared and raged in his heart, wanting to order the undead not to return to the mortal world and not to provide Janna with more power.
But it was too late.
From the moment Janna calmly revealed the truth, there was no chance of him turning the tables.
“Mordekaiser—” Janna slowly waved her staff.
Thousands of threads of faith, the ideals and hopes of countless people, all condensed into the purest magical power at this moment.
This force is so strong, vast and unstoppable.
"This is the power of 'ants', the power of human beings!"
The storm surged up and crushed the originally indestructible black fog barrier.
The wind of change was so strong that it engulfed Modkaiser in an instant.
