The storm swept away the heaven and earth, swallowing up all darkness and evil.

Mordekaiser struggled hard, but it was to no avail.

"No!" He roared unwillingly and angrily, but his voice was quickly drowned in the roaring turbulence.

Those countless strong air currents containing vast divine power were like the sharpest blades and the toughest ropes. They bound him tightly, cutting and devouring his body like a meat grinder.

At the last moment before his soul collapsed, Mordekaiser finally recalled the cold and angry eyes he saw before marching.

"Go to hell, tyrant!" It seemed like tens of millions of people were shouting at him in the roaring storm.

But this time, he couldn't laugh anymore.

After a while...when the sky cleared and Yuyu clarified, the storm finally subsided.

Mordekaiser's soul completely dissipated in the storm, leaving only an empty iron armor.

The black fog of death that filled the sky over the sea and the city gradually disappeared with the death of the King of the Underworld.

The dozens of dimensional passages scattered around the world that were opened by Mordekaiser's evil magic also slowly closed after his death.

The boundary between the underworld and the mortal world has been re-established, and no more undead will flow into the mortal world.

The tens of millions of undead souls left in the underworld dissipated with the wind at this moment.

Most of them were able to live forever after death because of Mordekaiser's enslavement magic. Now that Mordekaiser is dead, these weak souls can no longer resist the invasion of the winds of the underworld.

But this is not a tragedy, but the relief they dream of.

Mitna Rachen is a hell for the dead. Except for a very few people who are obsessed with it, no one wants to live here.

As a result, the undead took the initiative to jump into the wind of the underworld in the joy of freedom, and dissipated with the wind in the laughter of relief.

In Runeterra, those undead souls who had entered the mortal world were completely freed from the enslavement of Mordekaiser at this moment.

They were no longer bound to Mordekaiser's orders, nor were they forced to charge forward.

The Twin Cities, Shurima, Demacia, Noxus, Ionia...the undead armies all over the world quickly stopped at this moment.

"Mordekaiser is dead!" Goddess Janna waved her staff lightly, returning the concentrated divine power to everyone.

Leaders all over the world heard the goddess’s call at this moment: “We——”

"Victory!"

.............................

At the same time, Zu An.

The undead that originally poured into the city uncontrollably like a flood now stopped with the death of Mordekaiser and as the black mist of death dissipated.

"Montero, look! We are free!" Sean excitedly looked at his comrades beside him.

The leaders who have sacrificed their lives in the past two years have spontaneously established dozens of underworld branches after their deaths.

The underworld branch led by Montero, a worker from Zaun, and Sean, a mage from Demacia, is one of them.

They were the first pioneers to fight in the underworld and the first to restore contact with the goddess Janna.

But now, they have returned to the mortal world together under the control of Mordekaiser, and were lucky enough not to die under the fire of the comrades in the Twin Cities who were forced to defend themselves. They finally succeeded in breaking free from their shackles and regained their freedom.

This is obviously something worth celebrating.

"Sean..." Montero was not so excited.

He said calmly: "It's time for us to go."

"Go?" Sean was slightly startled: "Where?"

Montero didn't say much, but pointed at the green belts on both sides of the road with his pale fluorescent hands.

Because of the overwhelming death energy brought by the undead, these flowers, plants and trees have withered and died, and there is no trace of life left.

Even the lifeless cement roads, concrete buildings, street signs, cars... everything around them was tainted with a strong aura of the undead due to the influx of these undead.

This coastal urban area has in fact become a polluted dead city.

The decay of vegetation is a trivial matter. If a living person walked around here, even if he didn't die, he would probably be "radiated" and become weak.

"Well..." Sean finally came to his senses.

The undead are creatures that should not exist in the material realm, and they all more or less carry the evil death magic aura left behind by Mordekaiser.

Their existence itself is a threat to mortal life.

So even if these leaders of the underworld have regained their freedom and are left in the mortal world, it does not mean that they can return to normal life in the mortal world like the living.

"Zuan is so beautiful now." Montero looked at the brightly lit city ahead with joy.

This is his home, the place where he has fought.

This place was once a purgatory that was no less inferior to Mitna Rachen. But now, everything has changed.

"When I died, Zaun had just been liberated. At that time, how could there be so many new apartment buildings and such spacious roads in Zaun... even the downstairs of the workers' apartments were full of beautiful cars?

"

"Tsk, tsk..." the former Zaun worker sighed: "The people of Zaun today are living the same life as the old Piltovers in the past."

"It's a pity that I died early."

Montero's words sounded a little lonely, but he always had that gratifying and optimistic smile on his lips.

"Let's go, Sean." He turned and walked towards the sea: "Mortal comrades have worked hard to build Zaun like this, let's not destroy it again."

"Yeah." Sean nodded with a complicated mood.

It was time for them to leave. But where should they go after leaving Zaun?

They are like walking radiation sources, bringing only death and destruction wherever they go.

The material realm does not welcome them, and they are unwilling to turn the world they love into a lifeless one.

"Maybe..." Sean tried to think: "We can open the well of soul in the Immortal Fortress and return to the underworld from the well of soul?"

The dozens of plane passages opened by Mordekaiser have been closed, but as a permanent bridge between the underworld and the mortal world, the Well of Souls has always been sealed deep in the Immortal Fortress.

Through the Well of Souls, they can return to the underworld and where they should go.

"This seems unnecessary." Montero said: "Sean, you have to know that even among us leaders, few of us can survive in the underworld for a long time."

"Even if we go back, we still have to face the deadly wind of the underworld."

It would be good if these millions of undead leaders could survive even one percent after returning to the underworld.

The endless wind of the underworld is an eternal torture to the undead. No one likes this kind of eternal life.

Only torture awaits them in the underworld, and the existence of the undead is not welcome in the mortal world.

"So, I think..." Montero looked back reluctantly as he led the undead toward the sea: "Maybe it's time for us to bid farewell to this world forever."

"Montero!" You..." Sean instinctively wanted to dissuade him.

But Montero said calmly: "We are all dead, and dead people should look like dead people."

"What greets us in the underworld is dissipation and torture. Even if we stay in the mortal world, we cannot contribute to the leadership. We can only become a burden that damages the environment and drags down everyone."

"It's better to die early than to live like this!"

Sean heard a moment of silence.

But he still said firmly: "No, Montero, our lives still have meaning."

"Perhaps most of the undead cannot survive in the underworld, but you and I, the most determined leaders, can still survive in the underworld with their own strength!"

"So, I still want to live..."

"I know." Montero said: "You want to live until you see the day when the Datong society is built."

This is Sean's obsession.

"But I'm not as persistent as you." Montero smiled.

He had endured the torture of the wind of the underworld before and persisted because he was still worried about the future of the leader, worried that the leader who had just emerged at that time would not be able to establish a firm foothold in the mortal world, so that his success would be in vain.

Later, Montero waited until the news of the Wind Leader's complete victory in Runeterra, and his obsession was satisfied.

Now that the demon Mordekaiser has been beheaded, and the undead's struggle has finally won, Montero no longer has any reason to persist in survival.

"I believe that the Datong society will be built, and I believe that comrades in the world will be able to take over our tasks and complete the task - I don't need to see it with my own eyes to be convinced."

"And if I can't contribute to the process and can only be a bystander year after year, that's pointless."

As he said that, Montero smiled and said: "Looking at others working but you can't help yourself, it's better to get rid of it as soon as possible."

"No..." Sean shook his head: "We can help, Montero."

"Oh?" Montero looked puzzled.

"We can find ways to study undead magic and research spells that can transform Mitnarachen."

"Mordekaiser can find a way to build an immortal fortress in the empty wasteland of the underworld;"

"I think as long as we persist, we can also find a way to transform the underworld, and finally transform that desolate hell into an afterlife paradise for all mankind!"
To be continued...