The cacophony of voices in his ears hammered into his head like a sharp cone, causing Scott to roar uncontrollably.

The voice stopped, and Scott could detect the stunned and concerned gazes that Iss and Nia had all thrown at him, but the voice in his head had not disappeared, but had intensified like waves in a storm.

Unprovoked anger burned down the bloodstream and burned all over his body—as the seemingly peaceful golden mist permeated his body and seeped into his soul, he could feel not only the power that had been hidden here for hundreds of years, but also the anger of being deceived, betrayed, and bound again and again.

"Scott ......"

A chilling breath swept across his cheeks and neck, freeing him from the flames that seemed to burn everything, barely sobering up.

"Are you alright?"

The ice dragon's deep voice hummed. Scott shook his head, his eyes blurry with a layer of blood mist, and the whole world seemed to be shaking......

He came back to his senses and was surprised to realize that it wasn't his delusion.

“...... What's going on here?!" The ice dragon screamed and flapped its wings in a rage, "Nia!"

"Hey...... I've said it a hundred times, and I don't know everything!!!" Nia cried out in a bit of panic.

The ground trembled for a while. Scott shook his head vigorously again, shook off the chaos in his mind, looked around at the golden-red light that filled the air and gradually seeped into a trace of blood, and patted the ice dragon's neck.

"Stand back!" he said, looking down at the red gem that had suddenly begun to flicker at his feet, and rushed over to grab Niya. Far away.

"Maybe we should get out of here?" Nia, frantically trying to break free from his grasp, "I'm telling you it's dangerous!"

He was afraid of him—the realization of which made Scott's heart ache, but it was too late to explain anything.

On top of that bright red gem. In the middle of the entire space, the air seemed to suddenly and silently contract and explode, and the golden-red light, which was so bright that it began to be dazzling, swirled faster and faster, making everyone dizzy and almost unable to open their eyes.

The light turned into a swirl, and a small black dot in the center slowly opened like a giant eye, and the powerful attraction caused Nia's feet to leave the ground.

He exclaimed. The backhand firmly held Scott's arm so as not to be sucked into it.

But there was nothing to grab around, and even Scott was dragged over little by little.

"Is!" he shouted.

The ice dragon's long tail crossed the whirlpool and wrapped around his body. Drag him and Nia to themselves.

Its massive body was heavy enough, but it also had to clung to the not-so-slip ground with its sharp claws to prevent itself from being dragged towards the whirlpool.

"Niya?Meyer!" it cried out in frustration, before it could utter anything. The storm-fast air came to a halt.

A sense of foreboding made the ice dragon instinctively roll the two fragile humans into his chest. Spread your wings and hold them tightly along with your head and chest.

In the blink of an eye, a powerful force burst outward, and a strong air current tossed the ice dragon into a corner, slamming it into the wall. In the sharp and noisy scream, countless strangely shaped creatures rushed out of the whirlpool, with the breath of flames, filling the entire space in an instant.

“...... Fuck!" Niya, who had seen this through the cracks in the ice dragon's wings, cursed loudly, "This is not the same as saying yes!!"

Scott didn't have time to ask him what it was like to say yes. He stood up on his knees. The flames raised in their hands swept away the monsters in front of them, and they turned around and asked, "Is...... Are you alright?"

The ice dragon shook his head. Got up, flapped his wings in annoyance, roared, took a deep breath, and spewed a deadly chill at the next wave of monsters that rushed at them without knowing whether they were alive or dead.

The icy breath strangely turned into a hurtless mist of water, the only use being to quickly chill the air that had become so hot in Scott's flames that it was unbearable.

“...... Nia!" the ice dragon craned its neck and roared angrily, "This is not what you said!!"

There were too many things that were different from what Nia said - he had said that it would become more powerful if he stayed here, and he had said that the black door would not enter the world, but would only fall into the trap he had already laid out, and that the only danger of the whole plan was that the delicate balance of the tower could easily be disrupted, and then the whole thing would collapse and destroy the newly built Temple of Nesses and most of Lockburg, and by the way, destroy a dynasty......

It turns out that he who believes in Nia is a fool! Except that it did attract the door, and few of what he said were true!

"I know! I know!" Nya shrunk his head dodging one of the winged beasts flying above his head, and with his dagger he struck out the other, he shouted in embarrassment, "Can we settle the score later?"

Amidst the chaos of black shadows and terrible screams, two black gates towered over what had been a whirlpool. It was much smaller than when Scott first saw it, its edges rolling slightly as if it had been melted, emitting a faint black mist, but the dragon carved into the door became clearer and more vivid, as if it could break through the stone and fly in the next moment.

Scott's face was gloomy, and a wall of fire burst out in front of him, sweeping unstoppably, and for a brief moment, almost all the monsters were swept away, leaving only a dozen or so hovering above them.

But he knew that unless the door could be closed, all attacks would be futile...... They simply can't completely wipe out those monsters in this world, they just keep pouring out of hell until they are exhausted.

He tried to use his best and most powerful weapon, fire, to attack the door that was as dark as night and seemed to have lost its physical body, but it was obviously useless.

"You said you had a way to catch it...... Nia!" he shouted back.

"I know, I know!" Nia, cried out, reaching into her beltpack, "Give me some time!" and...... Try not to bake me before that, okay?"

He was sweating profusely, his hair was so wet that it could almost drip water, and his face was so red that it looked like it had been half-baked, and it could almost smoke from it.

Scott's face was unusually pale, and his golden eyes swept coldly over the red-colored thieves, and he didn't hesitate to attack a wave of enemies with fire once again.

The ice dragon roared, helplessly spewing out a cold mist to lower the temperature around it as it attacked with its claws and tail. It's also hot, but maybe because it's been roasted here for a day or two, it doesn't feel very uncomfortable.

The flames that were burning again and again gradually seemed to merge with the light that had filled the air, and even when the flames were extinguished, there seemed to be countless golden-red phantoms dancing wildly around them, making people feel that this place was already a hell.

"Nia!" the ice dragon urged anxiously. Compared to the whole world falling into hell and burning to ashes, it is more worried about Scott, who has his back to it at the moment. The aura emanating from him was so dangerous and unfamiliar...... He's losing control.

"Wait a minute!" yelled.

He knelt within the protection of the ice dragon, his nimble fingers darling with a small, delicate, strangely shaped instrument made of crystal.

The rate at which the monsters appear slowed down, but more and more of them were able to survive Scott's flames.

They clearly have a higher intelligence and no longer attack blindly. Some of them rushed behind Scott in various ways, and where he could not burn everything to ashes without hesitation, Scott was forced to step back to Nia's side and draw his sword without a sound.

Others rushed towards the only exit. Is's heart sank sharply, and he subconsciously wanted to rush over, but he had to stay where he was, opening his mouth wide to bite a monster that was trying to swoop down on Scott's back, like a vicious dog with four wings, and spat in disgust as it screamed and disappeared from the world—it felt like biting a puff of stinky smoke that made it want to vomit.

In the midst of the chaos, a humanoid black figure appeared in the firelight, and the low laughter made Nia stiffen, and she raised her head sharply, her face pale.

"Manisa's little toy," the quaint Elven whisper spewed out of the demon's mouth, with an undisguised mockery and contempt, revealing a charming elegance, "it's time to go home...... Your dear mother is crying on the wall of nothingness. ”

"Scott......" Nia's voice was as sharp as if she had been choked by the neck, but there was a strange calmness, "Be careful, that's Morion Zeller." ”

The demon with the name is an extremely formidable foe - Scott doesn't need more warning for that.

"Do your thing. Scott threw this sentence down, gave the task of protecting Nia to the ice dragon, and strode towards Morion.

The tall demon had reddish-brown shiny skin, tight muscles, a face as rough and wrinkled as an old dwarf, small, sharp gray-black eyes, a bare head without a trace of hair, thick arms that were longer than the knees, and wings tangled together behind his back were only blackened, sword-like bones, which could obviously only be used as weapons, not to fly.

Morion looked down at the human, who was half as shorter than him, and let out a contemptuous breath.

"You smell like a piece of stinking meat that's been soaked and burned. He said, "Is there a place more suitable for you than this - do you need me to give you a kind ride?"

"Thank you. Scott replied coldly, "I know the way." ”

He habitually raised his sword in salute, and the moment the light flowing on the sword shone into his eyes, the boiling blood returned to calm.

(To be continued......)