In front of him, there is an eye about six meters wide.

Scarlet, cold, and emotionless, it stared at the captured Mossa, as if looking at something.

Musa was aware of fear.

This demon is different from all the demons it has encountered before, it seems to think!

It was looking at Moussa.

Hundreds of degrees of steam erupted from the countless pores on its skin, and the surrounding air was vaporized again!

The hot steam sprayed directly on Moussa's body, causing him to feel a blazing pain, and a large area of his skin was burned!

The god of war's body was damaged, and Musa trembled involuntarily, and he was a little frightened.

He struggled, full of strength in his hands and feet, constantly struggling, but it was useless, his body was hung up out of thin air, no matter how much he struggled, it was in vain.

This demon that is so powerful that it cannot be matched is far from what he can deal with now.

Although it is said that in some time, such as three or five years, Musa may have the power to fight, but not now, Musa has not yet grown up, and the body of the god of war has no power to resist at all.

Musa was only fourteen years old, and he was afraid of death!

Then Mouses' tears fell, and he wept.

With the blood of the god of war in his veins, he actually cried.

It's a pity that no matter how he behaves, this demon doesn't care, it slowly opens its mouth.

Its reddish-black skin slowly opened like a whirlpool, revealing a mouth full of fangs, the silver fangs were not very sharp, like ancient fossils, jagged, but Moussa was sure that he would be torn apart by these not-so-sharp looking fangs.

He didn't want to end up like that.

He is only fourteen years old, he should still have a long life to go, he finally became so strong, and finally got the inheritance of the god of war Phinesac, and he hasn't grown up yet, why is he willing to die here!?

Moses cried, Moses struggled, Moses begged for mercy, Moses was angry.

But to no avail, the great demon was still slowly sending Moses towards the whirlpool of fangs.

The high temperature continued to transpire, and Musa's skin was slowly losing its skin, and there were many places where the muscles were directly exposed, the green tendons were jumping, and the red blood was falling down the green skin, but before it fell to the ground, it was all evaporated by the high temperature.

Muses had nothing to do.

He hated the feeling that he had no choice but to die, he hated it, he regretted it, he shouldn't have come to this place with Captain Jason.

At least not now.

At this moment, by the walls of Helsinki's sea city, two cannons turned in a lonely direction, and several survivors weakly aimed their cannons at this huge demon.

Then, in the next instant, the fire was fired.

And then, boom, boom! exploded.

The place where the explosion occurred was the location of the two cannons, and it was one of the eyes on the demon's body that caused the explosion, which ejected directly and shattered the entire section of the city wall.

Moses saw it.

How could his superb God of War perception not be seen?!

He saw the survivors, trembling as they reloaded their cannonballs, shuddered to turn the battery, and fired the two mocking cannonballs at the demon.

As a result, the speed of this demon was even faster, and it was estimated that he had seen the situation over there early, waiting for them to send out cannonballs and give another blow.

Of course, the main reason may be that it was made for Moussa.

Mousa knew that if the survivors did not come out to do these things, they would be able to hide in the walls all the time.

They should have known that the cannonball was useless against this demon, but they still chose to bomb it.

Mouses was tired.

He gave up struggling, and his body didn't seem to hurt so much.

The blood of the god of war in his body was probably also aware of the gloomy battle intent in his mind, and gradually closed his nerves.

The legacy of the god of war is all dim.

Moussa's eyes were gray orange again.

Godless.

His feet had already touched the demon's huge fangs, which were hot, hot, hard and smelled foul, and there were even some bone slags on them, and as for the corpses, they were all melted by the heat.

Muses resigned himself to his fate.

Without any further struggle, Musa closed all his nerves, and after a while, the meat grinder-like monster would not suffer too much pain when it devoured itself.

Musa was fourteen years old, and he was still very afraid of pain.

Time passed very slowly here in Moses, and although that second was short, the second in which Moses was sent into the demon's mouth was as long as a century, long, desperate, and powerless.

Then half of Moses's body landed on its mouth.

It didn't seem to be afraid of Mosa escaping, and when Mosa was put down, the invisible restraints that surrounded his body disappeared in an instant.

Moussa struggled desperately, stepping on his slippery teeth and trying to leap upwards.

He jumped high enough, but soon, the monster opened its fangs, and a powerful suction force was generated from the depths of its mouth, pulling Mosa straight inside.

Musa Vajra's incorruptible body smashed against those fangs, and it was so scaly that several bones were broken.

It's like a child's powerlessness and despair and overwhelm when faced with a tank.

We can only wait for death and hope that it will come sooner.

Mosa's anger vanished, and his will to fight came to an end, his foot broken under the squeeze of three fangs, and blood flowed like a column, then his arm, and then the other.

The cruel demon did not choose to devour Moses at once, but slowly chewed him up.

Although the body of the god of war sealed Mosa's nerves and kept him from so painful, but when Mosa saw his hands and feet and his body being chewed up, he was afraid, afraid of dying.

So, in this fear, the desire to survive was born.

Out of this desperation came a rolling battle spirit! He roared and roared, but he lost his hands and feet, and had no means to strike the monster.

His fear before death gave birth to the will of the god of war, his body actually stopped bleeding, and even new flesh sprouts appeared, and the closed nerves were reopened, and he was keenly aware of everything around him and everything on his body.

It hurts, it hurts!

It hurts so much to lose hands and feet! It hurts so to be torn apart! It turns out that death is so terrible!

Moses didn't want to die, he cried again, this time he roared.

"Whoever comes to save me, anyone can..."

This invincible god of war finally chose to call for help.

Perhaps, the heavens heard his voice and appeal, and an inconspicuous small fireball fell from the sky.