Two Cities, I build mecha in Picheng

Mount Targon is located in the western end of Shurima, a no-man's land far from civilization.

It is the top of the world of Runeterra, bathed in the scorching sun all year round, overlooking the mountains below.

Many legends and stories on this planet originate from this mysterious mountain, and it also attracts a steady stream of dreamers, explorers and madmen.

Or to pursue glory and the soul's desire to be the top, or to receive wisdom and enlightenment, or to see the true face of the legendary giant god Protoss.

Even though most people will die on the way to climb the giant mountain, they still enjoy it.

And among those who come back, some people will always be confused or have empty eyes, and no longer pursue everything in the world.

The other part will be unrecognizable, and will be chosen by the gods of the heavens as their agents in the world, gaining the supreme power of the astral world, and thus travel the highest mission that is difficult for ordinary people to understand.

On the top of the main peak of the Giant God Peak, a giant arch made of unknown materials shone brilliantly, and an orange-red beam of light connected vertically upwards through the gate, leading directly to the universe.

On the altar of Shenfeng, a man with bare upper body and strong muscles, with a helmet burning with sparks on his head, wearing a blue cloak full of stars, and holding a spear and a strong shield is looking up at the sky.

The war protoss, in the legend, is also recorded as the god of the constellation Pantheon, who is called the king of war.

"Arbiter." The man's voice was strong and heavy, but it carried a sense of oppression like the collapse of the world.

With His order, the originally static stars suddenly began to shift.

Immediately afterwards, as the environment around the arch of Shenfeng was covered by purple-blue light like a sunburst, a star life whose whole body was made of purple-blue starry sky crystals and held a staff showed a real body tens of meters high.

Those were not stars in the sky at all, but guardians created by the Targon protoss and sent to the summit of Targon to make the final test of mortals.

He could barely discern the downward movement of the one-eyed and mouthed face. When he noticed the man standing on the ground, the arbitrator immediately knelt down with one leg, placed his right hand without the staff on his chest, and lowered his head.

"When will there be another message from the Twilight Protoss?"

Flames hotter than the sun flickered in the gaps of Pan Sen's helmet, pointing at the guardian in front of him with the Star Spear inherited from the first war protoss host, the arrogance in his tone was undisguised.

The arbitrator was silent and did not speak. Pan Sen snorted coldly, and the spear in his hand spun, hitting the star iron altar under his feet heavily with the spiked end.

Under the blessing of sparks, a hollow mark was burned on the ground.

"I really don't know why He didn't just take away the body of this stubborn ant!"

Pantheon was in a bad mood.

The last time Zoe sent back bad news, saying that the fortuneteller in the starry sky predicted the future of the extinction of the war constellation, and the root cause lies in Runeterra.

But the War Constellation is Pan Sen himself, the Protoss of War. Doesn't this indicate that he himself will fall because of such a small planet?

As the most powerful of many constellations, Pan Sen's combat effectiveness is beyond doubt.

Even though he has a lonely and arrogant personality and doesn't get along with other protoss, no one dares to provoke this most powerful guy.

To Pan Sen, the fact that a native on a planet can destroy the constellations in the sky is nothing short of ridiculous.

From his own point of view, even if the soul from another universe that the Twilight Protoss host favored developed the technology to fly out of the planet, but he can't even do anything about the sun, how can he affect the constellations?

In anger, he ordered Zoe to go back to the heavens to look for the fortune teller, so that the other party could predict his future again, to see if the body that he had occupied for more than ten years was about to perish.

However, after leaving Runeterra, Zoe, who never liked to follow the rules, didn't know where she would go to play again, leaving her mission behind.

Although the Protoss is an eternal and immortal existence, the time for the extinction of the War Constellation has come. Pan Sen, whose anger is becoming more and more uncontrollable, is ready to go to the fortune teller to settle the score.

The protoss are ruthless and cannot be judged by human moral standards, but this does not mean that there is no struggle between them.

The radical faction headed by the War Protoss and the Twilight Protoss has a bad relationship with the conservative faction headed by the Guardian Protoss and the Traveler Protoss. Such neutrals themselves never participate in human struggles.

The war protoss and the twilight protoss have been guiding humans since the beginning of their birth. A considerable part of mortal disputes and mortals' initial beliefs have the shadow of these two protoss.

In addition to participating in the darkest war, their most radical performance was to manipulate the humans on this land to present the great star-forming dragon king with a crown cursed with the star world, in order to steal Aurelion Sol's knowledge and knowledge. Power, and imprisoned it in a place not far from Runeterra, just where the planet can be seen.

Pan Sen looked directly at the peak arbitrator in front of him, thought for a moment, and asked another question: "The Traveler Protoss has chosen a human host, and the Guardian Protoss has its own candidate. Do you know who the other party is?"

The guardian's head hangs lower, emitting a series of "noises" in a language other than Runeterra that only astral born beings can understand.

"The person chosen by the Guardian Protoss is in Demacia, and his fate has already been arranged."

Pan Sen laughed without any warmth, "As a giant god, but he uses the standards of mortals to demand himself, he really deserves to be my compatriot."

There was a hint of ridicule in his words, and he obviously looked down upon the guardian protoss who always liked to fight against him.

Mere mortals and ants will only look forward to the gods and have no wisdom at all.

For them, they should rule with a strong hand, which is exactly what Pan Sen has always believed in.

Just like the owner of the body that climbed Mount Targon, because Pan Sen felt that he was too weak to inherit spiritual power and complete the mission, he sealed his consciousness and seized control of the body.

Under Pan Sen's gesture, the arbitrator's body gradually became transparent, and the trajectories of the stars moved, reintegrating into the eternal stars.

Immediately afterwards, the power from the astral world poured out from Pan Sen's body, lifted his body and quickly lifted him into the air until he flew out of Runeterra, and he could see the entire planet in his eyes.

He first looked towards the continent of Valoran, saw the mechanical satellites floating in the orbit of the planet, and then turned his eyes to the northern polar region, where some kind of large-scale mechanical space was being formed in a mighty manner.

It seems to be the handwriting of the human ant that the Twilight Protoss host valued.

Pan Sen sneered, and didn't care about these things at all.

If the Twilight Protoss hadn't said everything was up to Zoe, he wouldn't even pay attention to that guy from another world.

Even if he might contribute a lot in the final void war.

As Pan Sen's gaze shifted, the earth scaled to a ruler, no matter how far the distance was to him, it was not a distance at all.

Thousands of years have now passed, and most of the Darkborn were discovered by humans, and many of them even broke through the seal of the Twilight Protoss with the aid of Chalikar.

The main reason why he took away this human body was to defeat those dark descendants who used blood magic to reshape their bodies and once again brought disaster to the world.

In the past few decades, he has used this body to re-beat many dark descendants back into their weapons and put them back into their sealed places.

However, a trace of bloody aura drifted into Pan Sen's range of perception, and a stronger light burst out from under his helmet, and his eyes suddenly turned to look at the foot of Mount Targon.

There, there is a guy with a red body, holding a huge Dun sword, a devil-like black horn on his head, and a guy with rotten scarlet wings on his back.

He is driving a group of herdsmen to Mount Targon, and seems to want to climb this magnificent peak that towers into the sky.

A mere dark descendant dares to touch the sacred giant peak? !
Anger burned in Pantheon's chest.

He poured astral magic into the Penetrating Star Spear, clenched the spear with his left hand in a throwing posture, and then slammed it towards the Darkborn who had come to the foot of Mount Targon.

Like a falling meteor, the star pierced through the atmosphere and space, and the entire gun body was bathed in the flames of the astral world, and it reached the eyes of the dark descendant in the blink of an eye.

The Darkborn's eyes widened, and the huge sword in his hand stretched across his body. The moment the blade touched the star, an explosion of energy impact swept across the surrounding area, and the scorching energy light annihilated everything.

The earth trembled and collapsed, and the mountains collapsed, like a doomsday scene.

Pan Sen, who was still in the starry sky, squinted his eyes and could still feel the aura of the darkin, which proved that the other party did not die because of his blow.

He let out a cold snort of disdain, with his shielded right arm in front of him, the power of the astral world was poured in, and his body fell extremely fast. The flames burning through the atmosphere could not affect him in the slightest, and his speed was not much slower than that of the piercing star spear.

This is Pan Sen's usual stunt in Runeterra - Great Desolate Starfall!
"Panson!" The Darkin who rushed out of the aftermath of the explosion let out a heart-piercing and deafening roar, "Betrayer, demon!"

With a sound of heavy metal tearing, which can shake the soul, the dark man's originally towering and damaged wings suddenly spread to both sides, and together with the big sword in his hand, his body also swelled several meters in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, the dark man raised his core and sword body with both hands like a sword blade with a heartbeat, gathering lethal sword energy, and slammed forward.

The Divine Blessing Shield collided with the God Killing Blade, once again bursting out with destructive energy.

The ground sank several meters down again, and Pan Sen and the Darkborn were forced to separate due to the burst of energy, with a distance of several kilometers between them.

"Aatrox, once a proud god, ended up in such a dirty and ugly end, so sad."

Pantheon's sacred voice had the magical power to affect the mind, but it was nothing to the darkborn opposite.

"Hmph ha ha ha..." Aatrox straightened up from the half-bent knee, pulled the giant sword out of the ground, and laughed loudly.

"Panson, the great Pantheon! Watch me, who has turned into a weapon, carefully watch... your destruction!"