"Ha, Stephen, aren't you giving up yet?" The sound of strange temptation continued.

"The seal is about to be broken, and I, the Supreme Lord of the Abyss of Original Sin and the Great Soul Controller, Stewart, will surely descend on the continent of Karadimos."

"As for these little guys in front of you, they will become blood food after breaking out of the seal!"

Sonorous!

Philan Balas, the Templar of the Ice Temple, slowly pulled out a silver greatsword from behind his back, and then a mocking look appeared on his handsome angular face.

'Really?' Great' soul controller, how much power do you have after breaking through the seal? How much power have you consumed in hundreds of years of seals? ”

"I can feel your weakness right now, maybe you shouldn't be at this time..... Choose to break the seal! ”

Rumble!

Blood-red light burst into flames, and Stewart, the supreme lord of the Abyss of Original Sin, took control of the dwarf's body and stood up from the Iron Throne, his red-streaked face glowing with rage.

"Kneel and salute me, lowly Templar!"

His anger seemed to stir up the inexplicable rules around him, and the cold aura became colder and colder, and the already pervasive white cold began to stain the distorted gray.

The power of terror is raging!

Almost at the same time, Modrian felt a touch of extreme fear rise from within, and although it was only a brief moment when he was blocked by Bobby, the palpitations could not be wronged.

"Is this the power of demons? It's really terrifying! Modrian looked down at the gray shield and gray in his hand, as if he was shaking inexplicably because of the situation just now.

"You've succeeded in causing my killing!" Stewart took control of Stephen's body and spoke. "Now, you should go through the torture before death, no, even after death, your soul will not return to the kingdom of God, I will play with it carefully!"

"No...... You can't do that, it's my body! "Stephen struggled to master his body, and as the strongest of the Ice Dwarves in the past, he wasn't completely out of resistance.

The crimson energy appeared on the surface of the body, and it was competing with the black energy in the body for control, but compared to the black energy that occupied most of the body, the bright crimson light looked a little weak and pitiful.

Woohoo!!

Seeing this opportunity, Firan Barras suddenly clenched his silver greatsword and rushed directly towards the Iron Throne.

In an instant, a pure white cold air appeared out of thin air, accompanied by a violent roar, surging forward like a storm of ice and snow, raging in the inner hall.

With each step, the power of the silver giant sword became more and more terrifying, and before reaching the gray-white stone platform, it roared like a snow giant in the sky, swinging its powerful arms and smashing straight down.

Roar!

Stewart took control of Stephen's body again, let out an inexplicable roar, and then the blood-red light shone brightly, enveloping Stephen's fists and viciously swinging his fist at the ice storm.

The hard fist pierced into the pure white cold air, and the tremendous force brought the rushing ice storm to a halt.

And then!

A deafening roar echoed through the gray-black inner hall, and ripples of transparent air spread to the hollow roof until it disappeared into the shadowy world.

Countless chills filled the battle, and Philan Barras stepped out, his silver greatsword slashing at Stewart {Stephen} head-on.

"Humble ant, tremble before me!"

The blood-red glow in Stewart's {Stephen}'s eyes grew stronger, burning like flames, and the eerie voice was filled with tyranny and murder.

The next moment, Stewart {Stephen}'s thick arms shook violently, and he met the silver greatsword fiercely.

Clang!

The metallic roar mingled with the dull sound of air, a devastating crash.

The cold air exploded, and an azure figure fell back, dripping sticky blood to the ground.

Firan Balas's face was heavy, and he looked down at the tiger's mouth in his hands, where two scars had already broken apart, and the strength of the demon lord in front of him was somewhat beyond expectations, no, it should be said that the physical fitness of the dwarf he controlled was too bàozhà.

The silver greatsword was held upside down, and Philan Ballas rushed towards the other party again, the pure white cold air became more and more intense, and a faint dark blue glow was born.

The terrifying battle resumed, and the two figures frantically clashed in the inner hall, the unbridled energy fluctuations leaving striking marks on the surrounding walls and buildings.

"Is this a plea for help?" Modrian remembered the cold look in the eyes of the heavily armored knight when he rushed towards Stewart {Stephen}, which was a little bit like a plea for help.

However, he didn't care about this, and instead looked at Stewart {Stephen} in the flickering cold air, the demon lord who had not completely broken the seal.

According to the last message given by Master Noel, this guy should not be the combat power of Stephen at his peak, but even so, his monster-like physical fitness shocked Modrian.

He is worthy of being the youngest and most powerful legend in the history of the Ice Dwarf clan, a guy with the name of [Saint]!

It's a pity that after hundreds of years of baptism of time, coupled with being trapped in the seal, Stewart {Stephen}'s strength has fallen to its lowest point.

Otherwise, Master Noel would not have guided him here at the last moment, not for the glory of the Ice Dwarves, but for the complete fall of this majestic fortress containing the efforts of the Dwarves.

"Poppy, let's make a move, that knight can't seem to bear it!" Modrian looked at the battle in the inner hall and said indifferently. "Robbery, you are ready to support at any time!"

Thundered!

A loud roar echoed through the inner hall, and the walls and dilapidated buildings around them collapsed and shattered, and the dust and cold were entangled.

Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, spreading red armor, and Philan Barras did not dare to wipe it, his brown eyes staring at the dwarf's figure, the blood-red brilliance was a little dazzling.

"Knights of the Ice Temple, it's time for it to end, and I, the Supreme Lord of the Abyss of Original Sin and the Great Soul Controller, Stewart, will receive .........."

Bang!!!

Just as Stewart {Stephen} was chanting that he was about to win, a hammer glowing with golden light slammed into him, and the terrifying force smashed him away in an instant.

"Ahem, is it another lowly ant? Dwarf!? Midget!? ”

In the shattered and collapsed building, Stuart {Stephen} slowly walked out, and the torn armor that had wrapped his body fell off a lot, revealing his body covered in blood-colored lines.

"Wait, this power .........."

Stuart {Stephen} lowered his head, staring at the golden energy on his body that collided with the blood-red energy and annihilated, with a somewhat familiar feeling.

"Damn, it's divine power!?"