I, Folyago, am the most devoted lover in Runeterra.

And in the current situation, it seems that only the gods can save everything.

Jarvan IV, like someone grasping at a straw in a flood, began to recall the name of the deity.

A moment later, Jarvan IV shouted loudly.

"Dark Lord, if you truly exist."

"Please, save your poor believers!"

"I, Jarvan IV, the Lightshield, a descendant of the Demacian Lightshield family, am willing to give everything for this!"

"Please! Save her!"

Jarvan IV's heartbroken voice sounded utterly hollow in the context of the scene.

Then he lowered his noble head and slammed it heavily to the ground.

Upon seeing this, the Imperial soldiers surrounding Jarvan IV all had a strange look in their eyes; they all seemed to think that Jarvan IV had gone mad.

Chapter 186, The Dark Lord Arrives!

Humans and gods are simply beings of two different levels.

Never try to think of a god using human thinking.

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The reason why a "lifeline" is a straw and not a piece of driftwood is because of its own insignificance and non-existence.

Gods exist in Runeterra, but to ordinary people, they exist in another dimension.

If you call upon the gods when you can't win, then what's the point of fighting? What's the point of talking about conquest?

Why not just have a competition to see who offers more to the gods?

Therefore, the Noxians have always looked down on so-called gods.

Jarvan IV's current posture is seen by the Noxians as the weakest act.

But Jiawen didn't care; as long as there was a glimmer of hope, he was willing to give up everything for it.

Jarvan IV remained kneeling on the ground, motionless.

A brief silence fell over the room.

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Has's eyes as he watched from the sidelines.

Indeed, there are no gods who save people from suffering in times of crisis; it's all just something fabricated by the weak to satisfy their own fantasies.

The Demacian prince in front of us is most likely insane.

Hass didn't care about Jarvan IV's mental state, as long as he was alive.

He waved his hand, signaling several gold-ranked warriors to surround Jarvan IV.

Jarvan IV remained unmoved, kneeling motionless.

Just as a warrior was about to touch Jarvan IV.

"well........"

A sigh rang in everyone's ears at the same time.

The sigh seemed to come from both the vast, boundless universe and the deepest, most mysterious underworld.

It lingers in everyone's ears, yet seems to originate from the depths of everyone's heart.

As this sigh rang out, everyone was astonished to discover that they had lost control of their bodies!

Everyone present stared wide-eyed, a profound sense of awe welling up from the depths of their hearts.

Shock, awe, fear...

It's hard to describe exactly what this feeling is like.

If I had to put it into words, it would probably be the kind of deep-seated fear that humans feel when facing beings of a higher order.

Unlike everyone else present, King Jarvan IV was initially startled upon hearing the lament, but was immediately followed by ecstatic joy.

The gods have truly descended!

Anna, there's hope!

.........

This long buildup, since the capture of Jarvan IV, has been for this moment.

Now, Foygo's plan is about to reach its climax.

All the lengthy performances of the supporting actors are merely a prelude to the brief three-minute appearance of the true lead actor.

A figure appeared in everyone's heart.

They didn't know how to describe the shadow.

As a result of Folyago's deliberate control and diffusion of divinity, no one could clearly see his face.

What ordinary people see is only its profundity and grandeur.

Perhaps only those who have entered the legendary realm can see through this appearance and discern the slightest difference.

In an instant, everything around them froze.

Under the immense divine power, no one could move their body at will.

Even if ordinary people try their best, they can only change their perspective at most.

After arriving, Feuerg did not make any significant moves, but simply walked slowly to the bodies of Jarvan IV and Anna.

Finally, he stopped and turned his gaze to Anna's body.

A majestic voice suddenly rang in Jarvan IV's ear.

“Anna, my devout and pitiful child.”

"I didn't expect it to be back in my arms so quickly."

Divine grace is as vast as the sea, divine power as deep as a prison.

For some, being able to hear the voice of the gods is an unparalleled honor.

Folgo raised his hand and gently tapped Jarvan IV, who immediately felt the previously stagnant space around him relax instantly.

"Huff... Huff... Huff..."

Jarvan IV was panting heavily, the pressure from Folyago's divine might still lingering.

But Jarvan IV had no time to worry about that. He knelt down again and prayed fervently.

"Great deity, dark lord."

"Please, save this lost soul!"

"Her faith in you was so devout, she didn't deserve to suffer this fate!"

"It's all my fault!!!"

As he prayed to the Phoenicians, Garvin IV shed tears of regret.

"Ha ha ha ha!!!!"

But to everyone's surprise, Foljego suddenly burst into laughter upon hearing this.

This time, the laughter didn't just stop at Jarvan IV's ears.

Instead, it pierced the sky, so magnificent that it made everyone's heart tremble.

Some people with weaker souls and wills were so shaken by the mere sound that they bled from all seven orifices...

Why are you laughing?

Jarvan IV, his face pale, asked, not understanding what was wrong with his own account.

This actually elicited a smile from the great deity.

"mortal."

"Your question, like what you just said, makes me laugh."

Foygo's smile vanished, and his eyes once again radiated a divine might as well.

"Mortal, you are far too foolish."

"I am the Lord of Darkness! The Dark Lord and God of Death of Runeterra!"

"Anna's death was, in fact, a return to my embrace."

"You want me to save her?"

"Isn't this ridiculous?"

Folgo spoke in a low voice, his voice devoid of divine power, yet it caused Jarvan IV to tremble violently and turn deathly pale.

He had considered a thousand reasons why she might refuse, but he never imagined that Anna had always worshipped a Grim Reaper!

Jarvan IV gritted his teeth; even though reality was so cruel, he still did not intend to give up.