I don't know who it was, but the first one sang a military song of the Ganeman Empire.

At first, the singing was very low, as if it was for myself, but later, the singing became louder and louder, and when the others heard it, they began to sing loudly!

Not long after, the singing resounded through the world, and the momentum was extremely tragic!

The Ragnaros phantom in the sky sneered: "You think that by committing suicide, you can prevent your soul from being sucked by me? Then you are too naïve!"

After singing the song, just as someone yelled and wanted to be the first to choose suicide, Dylan shouted angrily: "Wait a minute!"

The man's sword was almost touching his chest, and at that moment, Dylan controlled a shadow force that grabbed his arm firmly and prevented the tip of the sword from advancing further.

Everyone looked at Dylan, wondering what this young man, who had not even reached the strength of a magic master, wanted to do!

At this juncture, all the legions were ready to die.

Dylan's eyes were resolute, looking at the demon remnant in the sky, and said coldly: "We will never admit defeat easily! Lose, you can! Surrender, it is impossible in this life!"

By the time he said the last word, Dylan's voice was louder than the constant thunderclap in the sky.

"Little thing, is it up to you, a vulnerable high-level magician?" Ragnaros's voice was full of disdain.

Dylan said coldly: "If you don't try it, how do you know if it will work?"

As soon as the words fell, Dylan pointed at the sky, and then a earth-shattering dragon roar came.

The moment the sound wave touched the black hell cage, the black qi instantly condensed, and then completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

At the same time, a large amount of white frost grew on the ground, and those terrifying black palms, after being covered by the frost, were also quickly shattered and completely dissipated.

Looking up, the sky, which had been dyed red by the afterimage of Ragnaros, was slowly turning pale at this time!

The afterimage also became a little blurry.

A blizzard is formed!

"Dragon's roar, little thing, I really can't see that you can still roar dragons? It seems that you are still inextricably linked to the dragons!, however, the power of your dragon's roar is too bad to be feared!" Ragnaros's phantom sneered.

Dylan didn't care, and there was another deafening dragon roar at the sky, and the snow suddenly became heavier.

In the blink of an eye, the wind was gusting, and although it was early summer and magma could be seen everywhere, the wind was still extremely cold.

The cold wind mixed with the snowflakes soon piled up a vast white patch on the ground.

The heavy snow blurred everyone's vision, and some of them couldn't see the clear appearance of the demons in the distance.

The demons were originally biased towards fire, and at this time, a sudden snowstorm occurred, which greatly reduced their combat power for a while.

However, no one dared to take it lightly, because everyone understood that the real threat now came from the sky, the phantom of Naragnaros.

Compared to the phantom of the Hell King, those demons in front of him are not worth mentioning at all, except for Zoth at the level of the Great Lord, of course.

Now, Angela and Benoy have lost their combat effectiveness, and it is difficult for them to continue to serve as commanders, so everyone's eyes are almost focused on Dylan, even if he is the weakest of all.

It's just that everyone is puzzled as to why Dylan was able to learn the dragon's roar.

You must know that the dragon clan is several levels higher than the human race, and it is rumored that the language of the dragon clan is very complicated and difficult to understand, even some old scholars in the empire who specialize in the study of dragon civilization, few people can learn the language of the dragon clan.

And Dylan was able to cast a "dragon's roar", how could this not surprise everyone?

"Honorable master, please allow me to sweep away this unsightly snow for you, so that your army can continue to serve you!" Seeing that the blizzard was getting bigger and bigger, it had already had a relatively large impact on a large number of demons, so he took the initiative to make a request to Ragnaros.

The demonic phantom didn't answer, just stared coldly at the dense array of Imperial ants on the ground.

Zoth knew that the King of Hell had acquiesced to his request.

He immediately took a few steps forward, and put his feet on the ground that was already covered with snow.

His hot feet melted the snow in an instant, but the cold quickly condensed the droplets into ice.

Zos looked up at the snow-covered sky, countless crimson flames gushing out of his hands.

The flames instantly turned into countless red dots and scattered into the sky.

"Transpiration!"

Zos shouted, looking like this, he seemed to want to vaporize the snow into mist in mid-air.

However, at the beginning, his trick still had some effect, but as the snow continued to increase, the effect became worse and worse.

Eventually, Zos became powerless.

"Waste! Get out of the way!" Ragnaros's voice sounded, and Zos dared to hesitate for a moment, and quickly stepped aside.

"Little one, you have the soul of an elf and have learned the dragon roar of the dragon clan, which is indeed interesting!

As soon as Ragnaros's words fell, Dylan felt his body light, and his whole body floated lightly, floating towards the air.

The magisters panicked, and some people tried to come to the rescue, but were shocked to find that all the magic seemed to be ineffective at this point.

"What's going on!" the magisters panicked, not knowing what was going on.

But I heard Zos sneer and say, "Fool! you have all entered the world of the King of Hell, how can your ridiculous magic be useful?"

Everyone was stunned. Entered the world of the King of Hell?

Dylan is well aware of this. Ragnaros's phantom, just now when the snow was falling and everyone's vision was poor, suddenly cast some kind of special power, transferring everyone to his own illusion.

It's just that everything is done in an instant, and almost no one can feel it. But now Dylan, who has inherited the dragon legacy, really feels it.

Dylan watched himself fly higher and higher, but he didn't panic at all, just looked at the hideous and terrifying demonic phantom head with a calm face.

"Little thing, death is on the verge of death, and you are still so indifferent, are you scared stupidly, or are you really not afraid of death!" said the apparition of Ragnaros.

Dylan had a smiling expression on his face: "Your world is mixed with a Holy Magister, don't you know?"