The sky was filled with red, like an inverted ocean, completely covering everything.
The overflowing anger seemed to surround the demon in front of him, and fear spread throughout the ice field.
A huge figure enveloped the snowfield, and bright red flying debris hit people's faces, like countless sharp thorns pricking their skin.
It made those barbarians with very strong physical fitness feel the pain more clearly.
Lightton's scarlet body barely squeezed out from under the sky, and stepped hard on the glacier, cracking the ice into powder.
"ha!"
The huge roar stretched for hundreds of miles along with the bloody mouth opening, as if the bloody full moon hanging in the sky was about to be swallowed in the next second.
The pitch-black claws stretched out from its limbs tore apart the ice ocean and penetrated deeply into the withered scarlet earth.
The demon continued to absorb the red breath in the air, and the ten thousand breaths turned into scarlet and black vortexes that kept swirling in the gloomy sky.
Demons use the emotional desires of living creatures as bait to provide a steady stream of power for their own growth.
If the emotions are full enough, it can even evolve into a cruel and angry beast that swallows the world in its belly.
Along the way, Lightton has been eating away at the countless anger created between the Pale Magisterium and the barbarians.
In addition, during the previous assessment in the college, the emotions of tens of thousands of students were all eaten up by Lightton.
At this moment, it is even more powerful than Yemu before.
Lv50——
Compared to the two giants who were both at level 45, this was simply a crushing match for Lightton.
What's more, their status is not as good as that of demons.
Strictly speaking, the giants of flame and ice are not the two real demigods.
Even for the legendary demigods who exist in the far north, lifespan is an important factor that binds them.
The real Levatin and Skadi have been sleeping for an unknown amount of time in this far north land buried in wind and snow.
Although there are indeed some little-known summoning methods, these barbarians cannot awaken the true demigod giant.
They are just the remaining descendants of the demigod giants in this far north.
A giant who has not inherited a trace of divine power.
At this moment, whether it was the Pale Magic Guild or the remaining barbarians from the two tribes, they completely lost control of their emotions after the huge demon appeared.
The scarlet crocodile, which was constantly eating away at his emotions and still growing, suddenly felt that half of the source of his emotions was missing, and he suddenly felt very unhappy.
Even the corresponding fear has been forgotten, how can they still generate anger?
As for those barbarians who are born without brains, in addition to fear, they lack thinking.
After all, they don't even know what a devil is.
Only those well-informed mages looked at the terrifying giant in front of them, their faces pale and solemn.
"demon……?"
Vladimir held a cigar in his mouth, squinting his eyes and looking coldly at the behemoth standing on the ice ocean.
The goose-feather snow turned into scarlet iron filings flying all over the sky. Under the storm, the cigar in his mouth had been blown out and broken long ago, and the white fur coat on his body was torn wildly by the strong wind.
The people of the Pale Sorcerers' Guild had already turned pale. Their eyes widened and their lips trembled, as if they could no longer control the fear that was constantly overflowing from their bodies.
Erica also stared at the huge demon in front of her with wide eyes, her eyebrows constantly flaring, as if there were painful memories flashing through her mind.
Why?
Will a demon appear here?
Such doubts naturally did not appear only to Erica.
Likewise, Gwen's face was extremely heavy, and violently dancing iron filings were dancing around her armor.
Whenever the scarlet iron filings were about to touch her, they would avoid her as if consciously.
No, to be precise, he avoided Victor.
She admitted that she was a knight.
But that doesn't mean she's as mindless as those berserker warriors.
In the blink of an eye, Gwen had already thought of the demon battle in the royal capital.
Why is there such a coincidence?
Demons are rare to see for a hundred years, but in just a few months, the demon has appeared twice in a row?
But Victor was there every time.
She felt a slight chill in her body. She was obviously leaning on Victor's arms, but once she thought about the demon that time, it might be related to Victor.
When I think of the cruel demon and the heroic sacrifice of the warriors...
She couldn't help but connect the devil in that incident with Victor.
The arrogant expressions of those barbarians had long since disappeared, replaced by great fear.
Facing that almost invincible existence, they just want to escape.
But whenever they take action and are about to escape.
As long as the body moves slightly, those iron filings will penetrate their strong bodies.
As if turning into powder, the flesh and blood had no shape, and exploded into a bright red smoke that slowly dissipated.
The white snowfield did not become darker due to the red moonlight, and the blood dyed the earth red until it was dark.
Seeing the scene in front of them, the mages whose bodies were not strong themselves did not dare to move, for fear that they would evaporate immediately under the indiscriminate attack of this demon.
At this moment, Gwen's limbs felt stiff and so cold that she didn't know how to think.
She wanted to believe that all of this had nothing to do with Victor, but the appearance of the huge demon in front of her reminded Gwen more than once.
Victor, what are you doing?
"listen to me."
Suddenly, a familiar voice came to her mind behind her, and it reached Gwen's ears with a bit of reassurance and a bit of calmness.
"Just trust me."
"..."
Gwen turned her head slightly, wanting to see Victor's face and his expression.
But Victor remained indifferent as usual, just looking at the sky, looking at the battlefield between demons and giants in front of him.
Gwen was silent.
At this moment, how she hoped that her heart of justice could return to her body.
In this way, she could look at Victor with an absolutely impartial eye.
Instead of like now...
Just listening to his words made me subconsciously want to believe him.
The scarlet iron filings that erupted cut and shattered countless fleeing barbarians.
Under the blood moon, red becomes even more intense.
There seemed to be a black dark cloud that was constantly silent in the sky and fell towards the earth.
It was clear that the shadow of the devil enveloped everyone. Among the crowd, there were even magicians who were confronting the barbarians.
But the magicians were unscathed.
As if they deliberately avoided them, the iron filings seemed to have consciousness and could automatically distinguish between humans and barbarians.
The terrifying iron filings seemed to only affect the barbarians.
Under the flying debris, their bodies were like tissue paper.
The members of the Pale Magic Guild were completely stunned.
They watched helplessly as the barbarians around them were chopped into blood mist one after another, and their bodies turned into powder and sank into the snowy field.
In my mind, an extremely ridiculous idea arose.
This demon seemed to have absolutely no intention of targeting them.
The devil is not here to help them... right?
How can this be?
But the scene in front of me cannot be faked.
Countless barbarians continued to flee on the snowy fields, accompanied by despair and wailing to the sky.
They even use their compatriots to resist, but in the blink of an eye, the two bodies will quickly disappear from the sky and the earth.
Soon, even the last barbarian turned into dust and exploded into red smoke.
On the snowfield, high piles of flesh and blood powder had already been piled up.
The entire ice ocean was dyed completely red by countless blood, which lasted for a long time.
In this battle, the Ice Claw and the Flaming Sword brought out many powerful main forces.
Their number even reaches tens of thousands.
But overnight, they were all buried in this far north, on this far north ice sheet.
This was a one-sided massacre.
The mages looked at the bloody scene in front of them, and only came to their senses when the blood entered their mouths and noses.
The battle is over.
However, they did not feel lucky.
Because this is just the beginning.
Feeling the terrifying enemy, the two giants raised their heads and faced the monstrous demon together.
Lightton looked at the two giants who were half a body smaller than him and suddenly laughed out loud.
The chaos came from all directions, and the dull sound that gathered toward the place where the demon was was reached everyone's ears.
The majestic and shocking laughter was filled with disdain and amusement.
As if they were completely enraged, the two giants waved their sword blades and giant claws and launched a rapid attack at Lytton, who was soaring into the sky.
Their footsteps stepped on the snowfield, and the shock was enough to stir up snow waves hundreds of meters high.
The snow dust accompanying the blood seemed to solidify and turned into waves, trembling violently.
The flame giant whirred as he danced the giant sword in his hand, and there seemed to be only this bright color in the bloody sky and earth.
The flames in both hands instantly wrapped around the giant sword, and the hundred-meter-high flame suddenly rushed up, piercing the dark clouds, and slashed at the demon like a meteor.
The ice giant's limbs were covered in ice, and a pair of huge ice claws instantly tore open the sea of blood under his feet, fanning the cold light and hooking towards Wrightton.
Caught between the two attacks, Lightton remained calm and held the incoming flames with his dark claws.
The other hand lifted the ice giant up like a chicken and kept shaking it in his hand. The ice could not even pierce the skin of the scarlet body.
Lightton's eyes glowed with scarlet light, and he stared coldly at the overestimating 'giant' in front of him.
"Want to play a game?"
"You punch me, and I punch you."
Naturally, the two giants couldn't understand the demon's language. They kept twitching their giant claws and swords, but they couldn't take back half of Leighton's hand.
Suddenly, Lightton roared suddenly, and his dark claws instantly clenched into fists, punching the ice giant thrown in the air away.
The huge body flew out quickly, breaking through the iron filings that were constantly rising in the air, and slammed into the huge snow-covered mountain range.
The other giant was even more pitiful. It was held in the hands of the devil and kept rubbing on the snowy field. It was like a ball of rags and was violently smashed on the huge rock.
boom! boom! boom!
The flame giant was dying under the terrifying impact.
After the tremor, the entire ice sheet fell into a long silence.
The chaotic voice of the devil seemed to rise from under the ice ocean, extremely dull.
"That's it?"
"I thought you were so cruel."
