"mortal!"

Ling Yu frowned slightly after calling himself a mortal.

The arrogance of this voice penetrated deep into the bone marrow, just like the owner of this voice was once an existence that was untouchable to a mortal.

But despite this, Ling Yu heard sorrow from it.

A kind of sorrow that hates the injustice of the world, hates a person, hates a world.

The voice prayed to Ling Yu to find him over and over again, just like a wronged prisoner hoping that he would be acquitted.

Ling Yu was both curious and alert in his heart, because he knew that in League of Legends, anyone who called ordinary people mortals was a few gods.

However, Ling Yu couldn't think of who was this familiar voice?

He followed the direction of the voice and shouting, step by step.

"Mortal, yes, find me!"

The voice seemed to have a hint of joy for Ling Yu's little closer.

And when Ling Yu walked not far, he saw a sword.

A sword with annihilation and extreme darkness.

The blood light on the blood-red sword body was like a beating heart that kept touching Ling Yu's heart.

Looking at the sword body that looked like a heart, Ling Yu felt a little touched.

"Hold me, I will give you strength!"

The deep voice was filled with unconcealed joy.

But despite this, Ling Yu would not easily hold it on like this.

"I know who you are."

Ling Yu searched in his mind and finally knew who the owner of this voice was.

And when he found out, Ling Yu became more and more alert.

"Why don't you hold me? I am the source of strength and can give you divine power."

The voice kept tempting Ling Yu.

The power of the gods may be really moved by Ling Yu.

Because in qualifying matches, players will rarely be restricted unless there are specific matches.

In other words, as long as Ling Yu gains strong power here, he can rank to a certain extent.

By the time he was restricted by the ranking, Ling Yu was already full of wings.

However, the power that was so close in front of him was discouraged by Ling Yu.

But Ling Yu didn't want to give up an opportunity in vain.

Just as Ling Yu kept making choices, Ling Yu's expression suddenly darkened, and a black air appeared on his body.

It seemed that I could also feel the black air on Ling Yu's body, and the deep voice seemed to be anxious: "Mortal!"

Ling Yu slowly stretched out his slender hands and held the blood-colored giant sword that was so close to him.

Just as Ling Yu held the blood-colored giant sword, it seemed that the whole world had changed.

Scarlet blood filled the sky, covering the sky.

The whole world was filled with a strong smell of blood.

"I...is...Ling Yu."

The recognition of self came from his hoarse throat.

Ling Yu's eyes were scarlet, and behind him, a spur like a spike broke through the barriers to skin and clothes. The position was so conspicuous that Ling Yu was like a fallen angel with his wings removed, leaving him with only the lonely skeleton.

But unlike this, the bone spurs behind Ling Yu did not stop growing because of this.

Little bits of flesh and blood continued to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye, growing under the pair of bone spurs.

The flesh and blood are forming and growing little by little.

During this growth process, Ling Yu endured inhuman pain, but what Ling Yu got was a pair of wild and terrifying flesh wings and a pair of fallen angel wings.

There was a heavy rain in the sky, and Ling Yu felt the sarcasm from it, as if the rain was singing a sarcasm for Ling Yu.

"I am dark, I am annihilation, I am Ling Yu!"

As everything seemed to have fallen silent, Ling Yu suddenly regained consciousness.

He looked at himself with his hands in shock. His own hands no longer looked like the human before, not just his hands.

And through the pool in front of him, Ling Yu saw his inhuman appearance.

He was no longer the way he looked when he was a human. He had become a demon, a demon with a hideous face and a bloody smell all over his body.

“I’m now…”

Ling Yu didn't know what he was thinking. Perhaps for him, being able to successfully win in his confrontational consciousness and gaining his power was already a great source of blessing for him.

But could he always meet people in this way in the future?

Ling Yu didn't dare, nor did he think about it. Perhaps this way could scare countless people.

But even Ling Yu couldn't look directly.

Ling Yu looked up at the sky. At this time, there were storms and rainstorms in the sky, and countless raindrops hit his huge body.

At this time, he was like a deformed monster and should not exist in this world.

“No…No…”

In an instant, Ling Yu made a voice that did not belong to him.

"I am... no... I can't be bound by a mortal."

Ling Yu, who seemed to have fallen into the demonic path, kept waving the blood-colored giant sword in his hand, and the huge trees and stones around him were cut into pieces by Ling Yu, which shows Ling Yu's strength at this time.

But at this time, it is unknown whether Ling Yu is still in this body.

"Prisoners should have the duty of prisoners."

Ling Yu looked painful and gritted his teeth resolutely to resist the unyielding existence in his body.

"No...I can't die unless all life ends!"

The existence known as the god in his body roared unwillingly.

This roar echoed through the sky.

Pain and unwillingness fill the entire sky.

"Is this...my new power?"

Ling Yu's eyes were hazy, looking at his gradually changing hands.

And it was not only his hands, but also his whole body.

The exposed flesh and swelling skin were gradually fading away and returning to his appearance as a human being.

"I've merged with him."

Ling Yu looked at his own changes in disbelief and felt the power in his body that belonged to him but was very unfamiliar.

"No... mortal, I don't want to be enemies with you, but the world."

Even though he returned to normal, Ling Yu could still hear the sound of existence.

He didn't know how he suppressed him, nor did he know why he held the sword, but he knew that the existence in the sword would be integrated with it from now on.

Although Ling Yu didn't want to admit it, it was indeed true.

Despite this, even if it is integrated into one, Ling Yu still cannot control that existence.

After all, in front of that existence, he was just a mortal, a mortal who could be killed by waves.

But now it is this mortal, which makes him unable to resist.

?          ?Now, I serve my new master—recommended votes (crazy hints)

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(End of this chapter)
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