No matter how hard they tried to fight, it was impossible for the warring sides to ignore the silver-gray vortex that shone in the sky.

- What's that!?

This is the same doubt in the hearts of the fighters on both sides.

The silver-gray vortex expanded, constructed, and stabilized, and then formed a huge doorway. The door was entwined with chains, and the chains the thickness of an adult's arm clattered and contracted, and the huge heavenly gates slowly opened from both sides.

The figure that appeared behind the door, Ren is a hundred battles heroes who have experienced vicious battles, and infinite fear will rise from the bottom of their hearts. It was a terrifying monster beyond human imagination, a giant of steel that could break down.

Compared to the grand enough door, Wycliffe was even larger. The skin of the pitch-black steel shimmered like an electric light, the strong chest made of steel under the resolute face of the Chinese character, and the door only reached the waist of the giant, but even then, it was a behemoth beyond human imagination.

With a pool of magical energy that has declined after cutting souls, even with the help of a spell position, it is not enough to summon a fully formed Wycliffe. But the strength of the Demigod Steel, combined with the buffs from its sheer size, is enough for him to assist his army in defending the highlands.

Wycliffe scanned the battlefield with his huge eyes burning with divine fire, and the pressure from the soul made the warring sides weak and tremble. Wycliffe, who rarely saw many reptiles, seemed to recall a time when he had been incomparable, and with a deafening laugh, he stretched out his hand through the door towards the world of Steeu.

Such a simple action led to a gust of wind, and as Charlotte pointed at the enemy, Wycliffe attacked brazenly.

Before a giant battering ram could attack the enemy, a hurricane caused a hurricane that staggered both sides. The allied forces of Horcente and the Temple of Tyranny screamed in fear, and the pressure from the demigods made them lose the courage to resist, and one by one they only knew how to push their companions to escape from this dead place as quickly as possible.

Chaos spread across the battlefield, Wycliffe's arrogant laughter and the frightened wails of the coalition resounded across the battlefield, the ground shook like a crack, blood seeped through his fingers, and the Inner Sanctum warrior who had managed to escape the attack was tossed to the ground by the hurricane, his hands on the ground and his legs and feet stumbling to escape the massive steel palm.

Blood soaked his trousers, and when the giant palm was lifted, everything in front of him completely collapsed the battle-hardened warrior!

That's purgatory!

The soldiers under his command all became blurry meat sauce, red, white, and yellow were squeezed together, and the armor turned into a ball of scrap metal, squeezing the deformed pieces of meat and turning them straight out!

"Strange, monster-"

The warrior broke down, he clutched his head and screamed in fear, but he soon didn't need to panic at the hellish situation. Wycliffe lifted his giant palm and brushed the annoying little bug with him.

Understatement is a catastrophe for humanity!

The warrior was simply swept over his head, and his helmet was crushed into scrap metal as if it had fallen from a hundred-meter-high building, his head completely turned into a mass of bone residue, red and white viscous liquid overflowed from the deformed helmet, and the lifeless corpse collapsed to the ground like rotten flesh.

The Star Iron Giant Wycliffe swept away the enemy army in an unreasonable way, even if he mustered up the courage to resist, it was useless, in the eyes of the demigod steel, no matter how many worms there were, they were just worms!

"Hahahaha, master, it's rare for you to make me so happy!"

Deafening laughter and majestic voices reverberated across the battlefield.

All along, Charlotte has faced enemies that are among the most powerful in the multiverse, causing Wycliffe to be frustrated at every turn. However, this summoning made the demigod steel enjoy the thrill of killing, and the iron giant, who had been banished by Sylvia in the astral plane for thousands of years, cheered for a rare feast!

In the distance, Truman squinted at the battlefield.

Even without the aid of any spells or instruments, the huge and terrifying giant could be seen, and Truman clenched his fists, and the muscles of his face that had slackened with aging twitched.

"Do you want to continue sending reserves?" the adjutant swallowed, his pupils dilated as he looked at the massive monster, his voice trembling unconcealed. It's not about courage, it's about instinctive fear.

Turning his head, the adjutant looked at the pillar of his courage.

Although this old man is no longer strong enough, he has an invisible aura that makes people feel at ease. The adjutant saw that Truman's eyes seemed to burn with anger, perhaps the light reflected in the pupils of Wycliffe's divine fire, but he knew that the old man was equally uneasy.

"Charlotte Clayderman?" the old man closed his eyes, "how much the heavens love this family!"

"Legion Captain!" the senior generals behind him awaited his decision.

Truman opened his eyes and made a difficult decision, "Don't send any reserves!Leave it to Helrington, we should trust our comrades!" He had to guard against Brent's two wings, which were the true elite of Rosente.

For the first time, Truman felt uneasy from the bottom of his heart.

"Hahaha! boring, boring! Even after thousands of years, you are so weak and powerless!"

Wycliffe vents his frustration and anger at exile, and for the combined army, the demigod steel with divine nature is undoubtedly an insoluble existence.

Swords and slashes could not leave even the slightest scratch on him, and all kinds of divine magic were dissolved by the power of divinity before they could reach his body, and the opponent's casual blow could cause hurricanes and chaos, and a row of warriors fell like pushing blocks with a gentle flick.

For soldiers, Wycliffe is an unbeatable nightmare!

"Fear me!" weak reptile ...... Uh-huhhhhhh

Silver light flickered, turning into a bolt of lightning that encircled Wycliffe's thick arm. The giant, feeling the pain, roared loudly and summoned his divine power to repel the reptile.

A crack swirled around Wycliffe's arm in a circle, steel on both sides wriggling like molten iron to repair the wound, and Wycliffe looked at the hateful creature who had injured him.

Cheers resounded across the battlefield, and the brown-haired middle-aged warrior slung his broadsword on his shoulder, staring up at Wycliffe without showing weakness. Twenty meters away from the middle-aged warrior, a knight in full armor fell to one knee and threw his overlay to the side, Edie sweating profusely and gasping violently.

"Who are you talking about reptiles? Damn scrap metal!" Herrington's silver glow burned, and her pupils gradually turned to a pale gold color that did not resemble a human.

"Bane's divinity?" Wycliffe's blue divine fire covered his body, "Master, you really will help me choose an opponent!"

The latter sentence is addressed to Charlotte.

The caster standing in the center of the spell position raised the sustaining summons with one hand, and the mage who saw the sweat on his forehead smiled, "What?

- Mere?

Helrington's pale golden pupils looked at Charlotte indifferently, but the corners of her mouth showed an angry and cruel smile.

"Hahaha! It's just a voter! No matter what, it's just a watchdog raised by Bane!" Wycliffe sang and harmonized, belittleing Helrington to worthlessness.

"Shameless guy!"

Facial muscles twitched and vicious, and Hairington raised his broadsword and pointed at Wycliffe, the anger provoked could no longer be suppressed.