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The Colossus
"Get behind me, Demacian! You may not have noticed, but I'm very large."
Champion Information
Primary Role
Secondary Role
Real Name:
Galio Justice Justice
5500 Blue Essence  725 Riot Points
Release Date:
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Esports Statistics
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343W : 335L (50.59%)

Galio is a Tank class champion in Wild Rift.


Colossal Smash
Damage Type
Enhances his next attack to deal 73 magic damage ( 15 + 100% AD + 50% + 60% MR ) to nearby enemies.
5/4/3 at level 1/5/9
Winds of War
Point Target
Damage Type
Fires two windblasts that deal 70 magic damage ( 70 + 75% AP ) and converge into a tornado.

The tornado deals magic damage equal to 8% ( 8 + 2% AP ) of target's maximum Health over 1.5 seconds.
Base Damage:70/115/160/205
Shield of Durand
Passive & No Target
Self & Enemies
Damage Type
Passive: Every 12 seconds, upon taking magic damage, Galio gains a shield that absorbs 46 magic damage ( 8% ) for 3.5 seconds.

Hold: Enters a defensive stance, slowing himself by 25% for up to 2 seconds. Takes 25% ( 25 + 5% AP + 8% MR ) reduced magic damage and 12.5% ( 12.5 + 2.5% AP + 4% MR ) reduced physical damage.

Release: Deals 40 magic damage ( 40 + 45% AP to nearby enemies and taunts them for 0.5-1.5 seconds, increased with hold time.
Base Damage:40/80/120/160
Magic Reduction:25%/30%/35%/40%
Physical Reduction:12.5/15%/17.5%/20%
Justice Punch
No Target
Damage Type
Dashes forward until he hits an enemy champion or terrain, dealing 90 magic damage ( 90% + 90% AP ) to enemies and knocking them up for a few seconds.

Deals 50% damage to minions.
Base Damage:90/140/190/240
Hero's Entrance
No Target
Allies & Enemies
Grants Shield of Durand's passive shield for 3.5 seconds to all allied champions near the target and designates the position as his landing spot.

After a while Galio arrives at the location, dealing 150 magic damage ( 150 + 70% AP ) to nearby enemies and knocking them up for 0.75 seconds.
Base Damage:150/250/350


Outside the gleaming city of Demacia, the stone colossus Galio keeps vigilant watch. Built as a bulwark against enemy mages, he often stands motionless for decades until the presence of powerful magic stirs him to life. Once activated, Galio makes the most of his time, savoring the thrill of a fight and the rare honor of defending his countrymen. But his triumphs are always bittersweet, for the magic he destroys is also his source of re-animation, and each victory leaves him dormant once again.

Galio’s inception began in the aftermath of the Rune Wars, when refugees across the lands fled from the destructive power of magic. Some say that in the west of Valoran, a band of these displaced people were pursued by a vicious band of dark mages. Exhausted from days without rest, the refugees hid among the shadows of an ancient, petrified forest. The sorcerers that pursued them suddenly found their magic to be ineffective in the strange woods.

It seemed the fossilized trees were a natural magic-dampener, and any sorcery used within them would simply fizzle upon casting. No longer helpless, the refugees turned their swords on the dark mages and drove them from the land.

Some decided that this sanctuary from magic was a gift from the gods, others saw it as a fair reward for their terrible journey, but all agreed that this should be their new home.

As years passed, the settlers crafted items of protection from the enchanted wood. Eventually, they found it could be mixed with ash and lime to make petricite – a material with a powerful resistance to magic. It would be the foundation for their new civilization, forming the walls of the new kingdom of Demacia.

For years, these petricite barriers were all the Demacians needed to feel secure from the threat of magic within the borders of their homeland. In the rare event that they needed to settle a conflict abroad, their military proved fierce and formidable. But when their enemies employed sorcery, Demacia’s roaming army had little to counter it. The elders of the kingdom decided that, somehow, they needed to take the security of their magic-dampening walls into battle. They commissioned the sculptor Durand to fashion some manner of petricite shield for the military, and two years later the artist unveiled his masterpiece. While it was not what many were expecting, the great winged statue Galio would become vital to the defense of the nation, also serving as a symbol of Demacia’s might across Runeterra.

Each time the army was deployed to face a magical threat, they would mobilize Galio. Using a system of pulleys, steel sledges and countless oxen, they would pull the great stone figure to the battlefield. The presence of that much petricite easily nullified almost any arcane attacks, giving the people who had once fled from magic the ability to face it head-on in open warfare. Many would-be invaders were paralyzed by the very sight of the awe-inspiring figure that loomed above the trees before them – the titan who “ate magic” inspired a kingdom, and terrified those who opposed it. All the while, none thought to consider what exposing the statue to such untold amounts of arcane energy might do...

The strange effect of those magicks would alter the course of history. Demacia had been mired in a grueling battle with Noxian forces in the Greenfang Mountains of northern Valoran. Unbeknownst to the Demacians, Noxus had assembled an elite group of warmages known as the Arcane Fist. As the invading ground forces pinned the Demacians in a great vale, the Arcane Fist bombarded them with crackling bolts of raw mystical power. To the Demacians’ shock, the projectiles tore through Galio’s anti-magical field.

For thirteen days, the Demacian army was pounded by their foes, and those who survived felt their morale evaporating by the hour. Just when their spirits could be brought no lower, they heard the all-too familiar thunder of arcane explosions tearing through their ranks. But this time, the explosions were followed by a new sound. A slow, deafening rumble shook the vale, as if two mountains were grinding against each other. As a great shadow grew above them, the terrified Demacian troops shuddered, steeling themselves for death.

“Shall we fight?” bellowed a deep voice from above.

To the Demacians’ astonishment, the sound came from the towering colossus at their backs. Galio was moving, and speaking, entirely on his own. Somehow, the accumulation of absorbed magic had given him life.

The stunned onlookers gaped at the titan, struggling to make sense of what they were seeing. Before they could comprehend it, another blazing projectile descended toward the Demacian camp on the perfect trajectory to wipe out the few remaining soldiers. Galio threw himself in front of the troops, shielding them, and absorbing the attack with his massive, stone frame.

Galio turned toward the source of the projectile and spotted five tiny humans on the slopes of the neighboring mountain.

“Enemy mages! Let us make violence!” shouted the colossus.

As he bounded up the mountainside, the Noxians focused all their effort into a concentrated funnel of arcane energy that would have melted almost any stone in Valoran. But as the funnel dissipated, the mages saw that the titan remained standing, eyes closed and glowing warmly, as if he was drinking in the offending magic. Then, with an almost youthful enthusiasm, Galio continued up the slopes and squashed the Arcane Fist into the craggy soil.

As the remaining Noxian forces fled, the surviving Demacians erupted with cheers of victory. They were eager to thank the petricite sentinel that had saved their lives, but as quickly as he’d come to life, the fearsome protector had ceased moving, returning to the same pose he’d always held up on his pedestal.

Back home, the bizarre tale of the living colossus was told in hushed tones by the few who had survived the Battle of the Greenfangs. But it was always received with silent incredulity, as one would the tales of a madman. Eventually, those who had witnessed the animation of Galio simply stopped talking about it, out of fear their sanity would be questioned. It became mere legend – perhaps an allegory invented in ancient days to help people through hard times.

No one from the four corners of the kingdom would have believed that the colossus continued to see all that transpired around him. Even while immobile, he maintained his consciousness, longing to experience the visceral sensation of battle once again. Punching enemies with giant stone fists was thrilling, but being trapped in a gargantuan stone body, unable to move, was tragic.

Forced to observe in silence, Galio watched the humans pass beneath him, paying him tribute year after year, like a distant, hazy dream. Though he knew very little about them individually, he began to feel as though he knew them as a people. It puzzled him to see them disappear one by one as time rolled on, seemingly replaced by new bodies with new lives of their own.

He wondered where they went when they vanished. Perhaps they were sent away to be mended, as Galio was when he returned from a fight?

After one of the many battles against the barbarians of the Freljord, Galio saw long columns of men carrying what looked like draped cots back into the city. As the procession filed past him, one of the coverings fell away, revealing the still, pallid face of a young soldier. He was a boy Galio had seen before, and the colossus could not understand why someone so bold would choose to be carried on a covered litter around the city. Galio began to realize the sorrowful answer to his question – unlike himself, the people could not be repainted, or have their damage easily repaired. Humans were frail, ephemeral creatures, and he now understood just how much they needed his protection. Fighting had been his passion, but the people were now his purpose.

Since then, Galio has been able to join the fight only a handful of times, sometimes going centuries without moving. Magic is rarer in the world than it once was, and so he remains in his dormant state, observing the world through the murk of his waking dreams. The giant statue’s greatest hope is to be blessed by a magic so powerful that he will never be forced to sleep again.

Only then can Galio truly serve his purpose, to forever stand and fight as Demacia’s constant protector.

Version History[edit]

Version Balance Changes
  • Base Stats
    • Buff HP per level : 115 ⇒ 125
  • Passive - Colossal Smash
    • Buff Cooldown : 5/4.5/4 ⇒ 5/4/3 seconds
  • 1 - Winds of War
    • Bug Fix Fixed an issue where Galio’s (1) was dealing its initial damage twice
    • Buff % Health Damage per AP ratio : 1.5% ⇒ 2%
  • Base Stats
    • Nerf Health : 610 ⇒ 570
  • Passive - Colossal Smash
    • Nerf Cooldown : 5/4/3 at level 1/5/9 ⇒ 5/4.5/4s at level 1/5/9
    • Nerf Base damage : 15 to 225 (based on level) ⇒ 15 to 190 (based on level)
  • 1 - Winds of War
    • Nerf Percent HP damage per AP ratio : 2% ⇒ 1.5%
  • 2 - Shield of Durand
    • Nerf Cooldown : 15/14/13/12 ⇒ 18/17/16/15 seconds
    • Nerf AP ratio : 60% ⇒ 45%
  • 3 - Justice Punch
    • Nerf Dash range : 6.5 ⇒ 5.75
  • Added

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