LOL: Summoner of Goddess Jana

Chapter 398 Leader of the Underworld Branch (Two in One)

Sean is a mage from Demacia and a leader.

he died.

Died on the battlefield of Balua.

Before he died, he only remembered the turbulent blood rain, the endless tide of corpses and spider swarms.

The storm and the sea of ​​blood collided fiercely in the air, and the undead monsters were also frantically attacking the defense lines of the leaders on the ground.

In the end, facing a roaring scarlet dragon lizard rushing towards them, Sean subconsciously pushed away his comrades
This is the last picture he saw.

"I'm going to die?" In the last few seconds before his death, Sean recalled his life like a revolving lantern.

For the first 18 years of his life, he was just an ordinary Demacian farmer.Hungry, tired, hungry every day, tired every day, these are the only impressions of his life in the first 18 years.

At the age of 18, his life finally ushered in a turning point—he awakened his magic power.

Then he was quickly arrested by the lord, and taken to the Demon Forbidden Tower in Xiongdu by the Demon Seeker Corps, where he lived a "good life" with food and shelter.
"Damn it!" Sean felt that he deserved his death.

It took him a lot of effort to realize that human beings are not destined to suffer, and that life is meaningful.

It was not easy for him to have ideals, pursuits, and hopes.

How did he die?

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Forget it, Sean thought of his comrades who were pushed away by him at the last moment.At least, they should have survived.

Die and die.There is no one who does not die in a war.

At the very least, he can still have a lavish cemetery with tombstones in Zaun's martyrs' cemetery.There is no need to be like his parents who died young, wrapped in a handful of straw, and buried hastily in the wasteland given by the lord.

only.
Where do people go after death?

At the moment when the answer to the mystery was about to be revealed, Sean couldn't help thinking about this question.

And for this question, the Ionian answer is the most reliable.

Because the situation in Ionia is extremely special.

This is where the spiritual and physical realms meet.After death, the soul of an Ionian will go directly to the spiritual realm and stay in it for a long time, and finally enter the reincarnation cycle and return to Ionia.

And on the annual Spirit Blossom Festival, when the gap between the spiritual realm and the material realm is the weakest, Ionians can also drink spiritual tea to talk to the souls of their ancestors.

The souls of the ancestors have come back to speak out in person, so the theory of the afterlife is obviously credible.

"I died in Ionia, so will I also go to the spiritual realm of Ionia?" Sean was not sure.

Regarding the hypothesis of the afterlife, there have always been various versions in Runeterra.

Some people say that the god of death and the underworld are different in each region, and that the god of death and the underworld will control where a person dies.

Some people say that there is actually only one afterlife in the world, and the spiritual realm mentioned by the Ionians is only a part of this huge spiritual realm.

If it is the above two situations, then he should go to the spiritual realm in the Ionian concept.

But there is another saying:
The various legends about the god of death and the underworld circulating in Runeterra are actually true.

Whichever god of death you believe in, you will see that god of death; whichever underworld you believe in, you will go to that underworld after death.

For example, if you believe in the existence of the god of death, Qian Jue, after death, you will be guided by the god of death, Qian Jue.

And Sean.
He does not believe in the existence of any god of death.Since he has never seen a Grim Reaper, he is suspicious of any Grim Reaper that exists.

And the story of the underworld that he believed in was—Mittna Lachen, the territory of Mordekaiser.

Legend has it that this underworld is ruled by the great undead king Mordekaiser.All become his subjects after death.

As long as you dedicate your loyalty to him, he will grant you eternal life in the afterlife, and all the enjoyment you want.But if you dare to disobey the wish of the emperor of the underworld, you will suffer endless torture in purgatory.

This setting is really bad.

Everyone wants to go to heaven after death, so who would be willing to believe this kind of story and make themselves serve that tyrant with a very bad reputation in history after death?
Logically speaking, this story that does not meet the psychological needs of readers should not have any audience.

But in fact, this version of the story of the underworld, Mittner Lachen, is the most popular and most popular "hot list" in Runeterra.

The reason is also very simple:
Because of the underworld described in other stories, no one has ever returned.So no one knows if those stories are true.

But Mordekaiser, this guy really crawled out of the underworld!
Mordekaiser said that the underworld is like this, and that his Mitna Lachen is the real underworld, so can everyone not believe it?
Language is cheap.No matter how well the story is told, it is not as good as the old ancestor's fraudulent corpse.

Mordekaiser has successfully grasped the pain points of users, found the right track, opened up the information barriers between different fields, and used B2C-style direct marketing to strengthen user perception, enhance brand reputation, and expand customer groups.
Facing this set of combined punches, friends and merchants have nothing to fight at all.

Therefore, many people in Runeterra now believe in the existence of Mittna Lachen.

Especially in Valoran, which was ruled by Mordekaiser for a long time.The legend of the underworld left by the resurrected tyrant has now become the mainstream understanding of the underworld in Noxus, Demacia and other countries.

So Sean believed that statement.

"After I die, I won't really be sent to be a slave to that tyrant, right?" He thought with some worry.

Then, the next second.
Sean completely lost consciousness. .
When he opened his eyes again, he had already appeared on a gray wasteland.

Messy whispers lingered in his ears, and a ghostly mist wrapped around his body.Occasionally a lost ghost drifts by - tiny phantoms, lost in nothingness of their own.

But this wasteland is not completely empty.

Through the pervasive fog of ghosts, one can vaguely see that on the plateau far away in the field of vision, there seems to be a giant fortress with a wall over a hundred feet high and a hundred miles wide.

It is so majestic and huge, even if it is separated by such a long distance, it can still make people feel its majesty.

This is not so much a war fortress, but a super large city that is completely fortified.

It is almost impossible to build such a majestic city in the physical realm.And this spectacle-like fortress city is almost the only place that can prove that there are intelligent life and human civilization here.

"Where is this place?" Sean's heart sank.

Anyway, this is definitely not the spiritual realm of Ionia.

It is said that the spiritual realm of Ionia is full of singing birds and flowers, and it cannot be such a desolate and desolate scene.

So, where did he go?
"Goddess Janna, Janna!" Sean tried to call Goddess Janna.

But he found that he could not feel the divine power of Goddess Janna at all.

Without the divine power of Goddess Janna, he would not be able to perform divine spells, and he would not even be able to show his own thread of faith.

In this afterlife, the connection between him and the goddess Janna seems to have been blocked by the barrier between the realm of the underworld and the realm of matter.

"Jana. She can't hear my prayer?" Sean wanted to think, but he quickly lost the time to think.

Because he soon discovered that he did not come to this underworld alone.

Behind him stood many spirit bodies—they seemed to be the leaders who died unfortunately in the previous war.

"Sean, are you here too?!" There were also comrades who knew him.

"Hey!" Seeing that he wasn't alone after death, Sean felt joy in his heart.

However, accidents soon followed.

Sean was about to have a good chat with these comrades who died with him, but found that he forgot how to speak?

"No, no!" Sean suddenly woke up.

As a mage, he soon realized that his consciousness was gradually blurring in the bleak wind of the wasteland of the underworld.

No, it's not just consciousness but his soul that is degenerating and dissipating!

If this continues, he will be like the tiny ghosts he just saw wandering the wilderness—completely lost in the degradation of his soul, and finally gradually disappear in the mist and disappear in time.

Sean instinctively refused to dissipate.

But he was powerless to resist.

Not only him, but the souls of those leaders and warriors who appeared here with him are also getting lost in the mist of the wasteland of the underworld.

"No, everyone! Hold on!" Sean called his comrades hard.He doesn't want to be alone.

But even the souls of the leaders seem unable to resist the baptism of the fog of the underworld.

Finally, someone gradually lost consciousness and became a wandering soul wandering aimlessly in the wasteland.

One, two, three. More and more lost souls.Sean watched them wander away, their souls gradually hidden in the mist, heading towards the end of the final disappearance.

He himself could only concentrate on fighting against that terrible soul invasion.

Then, I don't know how long time passed.

And I don't know when it started, only Sean was left here.

He's held on long enough.

But his soul, after all, gradually moved towards chaos.

The impact of the fog of the underworld made Sean feel extremely tired. No, it can't be said to be tired.This weakness and weariness from the soul cannot be accurately described in any language.

"I" Then, a thought came to Sean's mind: "Why does it exist?"

Yeah, why did he insist?

He would have died.Shouldn't a dead person dissipate?

What's the point of resisting dissipation, in order to gain eternal life?
But now he is just an undead.He can't eat, drink, sleep,...all the material needs and enjoyments of human beings seem to have nothing to do with him.

Sean felt like a thinking stone.What is the meaning of such eternal life?
What does it mean for him to continue to "live"?
"Perhaps, I should really dissipate." Sean muttered to himself.He suddenly realized that his persistence was meaningless.

His struggle to be the leader was over at the moment of his death.This wasteland of the underworld, where almost nothing exists, does not need the existence of a leader like him.

So, Sean decided to accept his complete death.

He is so tired, he wants to rest.

"Farewell, everyone." Sean said his final farewell in his heart: "Kevin, Oak, Felix. You should still be alive, right? It's good to be alive, and I didn't save you in vain."

"I really want to ask you, have we won this war? Have we defeated that vampire? We"

Suddenly, Sean fell silent.

"Wait!" He suddenly realized that he seemed to have the meaning of living.

As long as he is still living in this underworld, he has the hope of meeting those souls who died later than him, and then get news from this world from them.

And this is very important for a leader.

"Yes, I have to live," thought Sean.

He really wanted to know whether the leader had won the war that cost him his life.

Those comrades-in-arms whom he risked his life to save, are they doing well now?

This is not enough.Sean also wondered when Demacia would be liberated.When will those tenant farmers and serfs who have been oppressed like him be able to stand up.

Will the leader's cause of liberating all mankind succeed in the end?
When will the seemingly unreachable Datong society, the ultimate goal of the leader, be realized?

"I want to live!" Sean's "ambition" is getting bigger and bigger.

He even wants to exist forever, until the extremely distant future, so that he can see with his own eyes the completion of the Datong society.

This was something he would never have seen while he was alive.

Human life is too short.But the reality is so far away from the Datong society that the leaders want to build.

But after his death, he has the hope of witnessing the realization of that distant ultimate goal—although it is almost impossible for him to persist for that long, the hope is so slim that it can be completely ignored.

But Sean wanted to seize this glimmer of hope.

He wants to survive, and one more day is a day.

If he lives one more day, he may hear the news of the victory of the war;

If he lived for another year, he might witness the liberation of Demacia;

If he lives another ten years, he may see the blue bird's flag flying all over Runeterra.

If he lives a hundred years or a thousand years longer, he can smile and ask his successors:
"Dear descendants, our time is very interesting, and your time must be very interesting too."

"We are still building Janna Lord, you should already be living in Janna Lord?"

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Sean found the meaning of his existence.

The bitter cold wind in the wasteland of the underworld is still howling.

The mist of undead kept impacting Sean's soul, as if calling him to walk into this mist and obediently accept his fate to dissipate.

but--

"I refuse to dissipate!"

"I refuse to dissipate!"

Sean's roar echoed across the wilderness.

He did it.

He didn't get lost, let alone dissipate, he maintained his soul!

"Keep your voice down, friend!"

"Yelling where you can see the Immortal Fortress, are you trying to lure Mordekaiser's undead knight?"

Something that Sean never expected happened.

On the almost empty wasteland of the underworld, in the seemingly endless fog of undead, a human voice unexpectedly came out.

And the Immortal Bastion?

Do you mean the city in the distance?

How did it use the same name as the Immortal Fortress of Noxus?
"Yes, you heard it right. That is the Immortal Fortress." The visitor seemed to have guessed his doubts.

As the other party approached quietly from the fog, he told him: "The immortal fortress of Noxus was originally built by Morde Kaiser. Now, he just rebuilt his empire in the underworld."

Mode Caesar
Hearing this name, Sean's heart sank.

It turned out that he really came to Mittner Lachen, the underworld empire controlled by Mordekaiser.

"What about you?" Sean finally saw the appearance of the visitor.

It wasn't just one person who came out of the fog, but a team.

There are about dozens of people in this team, men and women, old and young, humans and vastaya orcs. But it doesn't matter, anyway, in the underworld, everyone is a soul.

The important thing is that he was able to see dozens of conscious souls in one breath in this underworld full of lost and wandering souls?

"Who the hell are you guys?"

Sean looked warily at the leader of the team, the middle-aged man who had just reminded him to lower his voice through the fog.

"My name is Montero, I don't have a last name." The man smiled and said, "I'm a Zaun worker."

"He died because of fire fighting." He still didn't forget to mention his own cause of death.It seems that this is the way the undead greet each other.

"As for us." Montero looked at the companions around him: "We are leaders, the Underworld Branch of the Leaders Association."

"Huh?!" Sean stared.

Leader, return to the underworld branch?In the underworld?
"Yes." Montero said to himself: "My friend, you should have heard of the leader, right?"

"This..." Sean was completely dumbfounded.

He didn't expect that a leader had already arrived in the underworld, and even tenaciously maintained his soul, and persisted in this endless fog of undead from more than half a year ago until now.

Even, the other party pulled out a team of leaders from the underworld?

"These people were leaders before?" Sean couldn't believe it.

"No." Montero replied casually: "There is only me and another comrade here, who was the leader before his death."

"The underworld is really too big. I have been wandering in the wasteland for a long time, and I have never met a third leader."

"But" he looked at his companions: "The leader never falls from the sky, but walks out of the crowd."

"Without companions, I can develop companions by myself; without a team, I can pull out a team by myself—didn't President Li Wei establish the Leaders Association by himself back then?"

Sean was taken aback.

Could it be that the undead leaders standing in front of him are all
"You developed them from the underworld?" Sean couldn't believe it even more.

"Yes." Montero explained: "They are all souls enslaved by Mordekaiser."

Ordinary souls will gradually dissipate in the mist of undead when they arrive in the underworld.

Only a very small number of people with extremely strong will can persevere and maintain their own existence.

But Mordekaiser gave a third possibility - as long as you dedicate everything to him and accept his slavery of undead magic, you will be eligible for eternal life in the underworld.

But this kind of eternal life is by no means a blessing.

"There is almost nothing in this wasteland of the underworld, only the immortal fortress of the capital built by Mordekaiser with undead magic for him and his elite army to live in."

"And Mordekaiser certainly won't work hard to build a city for those weak souls who are enslaved by him."

In other words, there is nothing here except the Immortal Fortress.

"All material desires of people cannot be satisfied here."

"For those souls who can't find the meaning of existence, eternal life is just a prison. And this boundless underworld is just a prison that they can never get rid of."

Therefore, for ordinary people, letting the soul dissipate with the mist is actually a kind of relief.

"But Mordekaiser did not allow them to escape."

"The undead knights under his command will always gallop tirelessly on the endless wasteland of the underworld, hunting for fresh souls who came here from the world."

"Once they are met by these undead knights, the souls will lose their freedom. They will be marked with undead magic by these knights and become eternal slaves who must serve the tyrant."

"You're lucky." Montero looked at Sean curiously: "You didn't meet those undead knights. Moreover, you survived with your own strength."

"This" Sean still couldn't understand.

If they can maintain their existence in this underworld, most of them are souls enslaved by Mordekaiser's magic.

Then how did they get rid of Mordekaiser's control and become the leader?
"They're not free from Mordekaiser's control," Montero explained. "But they still have free will. So, that doesn't prevent them from being the leaders."

Mordekaiser almost wiped out Valoran.And those he killed with undead magic later became his enslaved souls.

Later, Mordekaiser, who returned to the underworld, has been searching for fresh souls in the wasteland of the underworld to expand his army of slaves.
After 1000 years, he has accumulated an unknown number of undead slaves in this underworld.

And these hundreds of millions of undead were all prepared by Mordekaiser to counterattack the world.He doesn't usually use these slaves, and he doesn't want to bother to arrange these cannon fodder that are more than ants.

In addition, the entire underworld is Mordekaiser's territory, and it is a huge prison from which the undead can never break free.

Therefore, the usual living conditions of these immortal soul slaves are no different from those of lost wandering souls.
They were all driven out of the Immortal Fortress by Mordekaiser, and wandered aimlessly in the boundless and empty underworld wasteland for thousands of years.

And their only mission is to wait for the counterattack order that is far away.

or--

"Swallowed by Mordekaiser."

Mordekaiser can strengthen various core attributes of himself by devouring the soul of the enemy.

So as long as he is "hungry" and his "skill cooldown" is complete, he will send his subordinates to the wasteland to get some souls for him to enjoy, just like eating rice in his own rice cooker.

"But the undead are not afraid of being devoured by Mordekaiser. On the contrary, they will desperately crowd at the gate of the Immortal Fortress, begging the undead knights to choose them as tribute to the tyrant."

"Because, it's also a relief for them."

"This..." Sean felt chills when he heard it.

They have a clear soul, but they can only face this empty wasteland in eternity. They cannot live or die, and the only way to escape is to become the food of the tyrant.

And this opportunity to become food, you have to queue up to grab it!

What a hopeless life this is!
"So, you can understand why they are the leaders?" Montero said. "Because they need hope, even a little bit of hope."

"I just told them that Goddess Janna can help everyone."

"They are willing to believe in me and follow me—because fate can no longer get worse for them."

Although Montero's voice was low, it always carried a fighting spirit.

But Sean only felt despair: "What's the use if they are willing to trust the leader?"

These souls are still controlled by Mordekaiser's magic, and they cannot resist Mordekaiser's orders.Even if they become spiritual leaders, they are unable to take any practical actions to resist Mordekaiser.

They can move freely now, but Mordekaiser usually doesn't care about these miscellaneous soldiers and ants wandering in the wasteland.

"But we have the goddess Janna," Montero said.

"Goddess Janna?" Sean just sighed: "Comrade, I am also the leader."

"You too?" Montero was overjoyed.

But Sean didn't care about his comradeship, he just questioned: "The power of a goddess can't reach the underworld at all."

"And without the divine power of the goddess, I can't even summon the thread of faith."

"This is only temporary." Montero said firmly: "Our souls are still there, our beliefs are still there, and the connection between us and Goddess Janna will definitely not disappear!"

"I believe that as long as we develop more leaders in this wasteland of the underworld and unite our power of faith, we will surely convey our prayers back to the world and get the answer of Goddess Janna!"

"This" Sean was silent.

Montero said he was just a Zaun worker.All his knowledge of the underworld and Mordekaiser probably came from the free popular science books of the leaders.

All of this is obviously his unverified guesswork.

"What if your guess is wrong?" Sean asked, "What if we don't get a response from Janna no matter how many leaders we develop in the underworld?"

Sean couldn't even imagine the difficulty of fighting in a world without the blessing of the goddess Janna.

"Wrong, it was just a failure." Montero said with a smile: "And we are already dead."

"Now we have infinite time, and there are countless tortured souls in the wasteland of the underworld—"

"Don't forget, Mordekaiser was also human back then."

"He can find a way to resurrect from the underworld. We have so much time, so many people, so many intelligent souls, why can't we find a way to defeat him?"

Montero's tone was relaxed and upbeat.

No one else could have imagined that this man was going to challenge the invincible tyrant of the underworld, the ruler of this world.

"You" Sean said in a complicated tone: "Is it really just a Zaun worker?"

"Yes." Montero nodded proudly.

"You are the most powerful person I have ever seen, not as strong as a mortal."

"You underestimate mortals." Montero looked serious: "Gods can beat mortals in any condition, only the will."

"Also, you underestimated the Zaun workers."

"Old Zaun didn't kill us, so what is hell?"

Sean: "."

He finally understood why the weak soul in front of him, who was not even a mage, could persist in the fog of the underworld for so long.

Then, he spoke: "Comrade Montero, you have officially established the Underworld Branch of the Leaders Association?"

"Yes." Montero said.

"The leader of the Demacia branch, Sean." Sean held his hand tightly together: "Apply to rejoin the team."

(End of this chapter)