Golden Shovel Survival: One Lucky Star and One Colorful Hex

Chapter 266 Passing by Anzu, I got bombarded by Jinx!

"Since we're already here, let's go take a look..."

Mo Lang thought for a while and decided to go to Zaun anyway, since he would have to take a teleportation portal from Noxus to Piltover.

Piltover is adjacent to Zaun.

The story of the Battle of the Two Cities takes place in these two cities.

He felt so sorry for Jinx when he saw it.

After several teleportations, Mo Lang arrived in Noxus, but only stayed for half a day before teleporting to Piltover.

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Zaun.

This is a city steeped in toxic smog and neon lights, filled with abandoned factories, rusty pipes, and all sorts of putrid odors. You can even see rats the size of human heads scurrying about in the streets.

Various chemical plants spewed purple-green fumes into the sky, obscuring the sun and blocking out the sunlight. Acid rain drizzled down, tapping out hollow rhythms on the corroded tin roofs.

An eerie buzzing sound emanated from the alchemy workshop on the street corner, and a ghostly blue flame seeped out from the cracks, illuminating the hurried passersby.

They were wrapped in tattered windproof jackets and wore breathing masks of various shapes, some made of rusty copper filters, and others pieced together from parts salvaged from abandoned machinery.

Behind these masks lie skin eroded by pollution or faces distorted by injections of unstable drugs.

Deeper into the city, in the vertical slums known as "the Hive," tens of thousands of people are crammed into tiny spaces like ants.

Children make toys from rusty iron sheets and discarded electronic components, while adults fight tooth and nail under dim lights for a meager amount of synthetic food that barely fills their stomachs.

Occasionally, experimental subjects flashing with strange light would fall from the overhead pipes, causing a commotion and screams among the crowd before falling silent again.

The people living in Zu'an have long been accustomed to this.

But even in such darkness, Zaun still pulsates with vitality.

In underground bars, hoarse singing voices collide with the rhythms of mechanical instruments, creating a wild melody; in hidden workshops, genius inventors are focused on debugging their masterpieces, their eyes gleaming with a crazy and fiery light; in the streets and alleys, young people known as "Glimmer Boys" are filled with longing for the future, using their fists and wisdom to carve out their own path in the cracks.

This city is like a collection of contradictions, both decadent and hopeful; both chaotic and disorderly, yet also rife with hidden rules.

A figure sat atop the city's tallest building, on the edge of a rusty metal rooftop.

Her legs were long and slender, encased in ripped black fishnet stockings with mottled gray paint smudged at the knees. The cuffs of her army green overalls were rolled up loosely, revealing bomb patterns painted with fluorescent blue paint on her ankles.

Her toes hooked onto the thick-soled Martin boots, the heels tapping against the rusty iron fence, making a hollow "tap, tap" sound, like some kind of disordered metronome, swaying back and forth with her dangling legs.

"This is so boring, Ziggs, shall we try playing in Piltover?"

The night wind swept by, carrying the acidic mist unique to Zaun, causing the pink ends of the girl's blue twin ponytails to curl like flames.

She turned to look behind her, and when she smiled, the corners of her mouth curved into a cunning crescent moon, with a hint of madness.

Behind her, the Yordle squatting on the edge of the rooftop was engrossed in tinkering with a pile of parts. Gears and screws spun between his oil-stained fingers, and sparks from the welding torch splashed onto his goggles, reflecting leaping orange-red light.

“Piltover isn’t fun. It’s full of law enforcement officers. Don’t forget, we’re on the bounty list…” Ziggs hesitated for a moment before adding, “You really don’t plan to go see Vi?”

"..."

Jinx trembled slightly upon hearing the name, then turned around, looked up at the colorful sky, and said, "She abandoned me back then, calling me a menace, and now she's come looking for me again. I don't care."

"..."

Ziggs looked at Jinx's retreating figure with a complicated expression, couldn't help but sigh softly, and didn't say anything more, continuing to fiddle with the bomb in his hand.

Because he knew that this matter was like a thorn in Jinx's heart, and only Vi could remove it.

"No, I need to find something to do, otherwise it's too boring. How about we go cause some more trouble for those alchemy barons today? Let's raise our bounty and fame again!"

Jinx stood directly at the edge of the dilapidated steps, then opened her arms, turned to look at Ziggs, and revealed an excited and maniacal smile.

Then, she raised one foot high, walking back and forth on the edge of the balcony like she was walking a tightrope, and then started jumping around again.

“This is a good idea. It’s a perfect opportunity to test the power of my time bomb.” Giggs looked at the newly developed weapon in his hand with a fanatical gleam in his eyes.

But at that moment, the sky suddenly darkened.

Ziggs and Jinx looked up at the sky at the same time, and saw a giant dragon with wingspans of hundreds of meters flying overhead. The strong wind it generated made Jinx's blue twin tails shake wildly.

"A dragon! It's a dragon!"

Jinx's eerie red eyes reflected the giant dragon flying overhead, filled with excitement, and she couldn't help but shout out.

"Dragon? How is this possible? How could a dragon be here?!" Giggs' face showed horror.

Does the appearance of the dragon mean that Ionia has fallen?!

A few days ago, he saw a newspaper article that said the dragon's lair had attacked Ionia.

"Ziggs, do you think if I bombard this dragon, I'll become famous throughout Piltover and Zaun?" Jinx's eyes suddenly lit up, revealing excitement.

"Jinx, are you crazy? Dragons are not beings we can mess with!" Ziggs hurriedly tried to stop her, but by the time he looked at Jinx, it was too late.

Sometime during the night, Jinx had a super rocket launcher slung over her shoulder, a look of madness on her face, and then she let out an extremely excited laugh: "Jinx's missiles will make Jinx famous throughout the world."

above the sky.

Mo Lang stood atop the dragon's head, looking down at the chaotic city below.

Just then, a sharp whistling sound came from below. Mo Lang looked down and couldn't help but twitch his lips. A missile with a shark's head was flying rapidly toward him or the ancient dragon beneath him.

"Thanks for the rocket, Jinx, but I don't want it, thank you!"

Without Mo Lang needing to speak, the ancient dragon fixed its gaze on the missile, and with the surge of the Law of Destruction, it froze the missile in mid-air.

immediately……

With a deafening roar, the missile burst into flames like fireworks, creating a massive mushroom cloud in the sky.

(End of this chapter)