Odin looked at Leon with a smile, at all the people who surrounded him. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info it seems that he is the one who controls the situation, and those dense figures are his captives.

"It's not good - I'm just, I need some time. ”

Odin said slowly: "I own a city, which is equivalent to having a strong fortress, but it always takes some time to activate this fortress. You guys were so excited just now, scurrying around, and it was a bit of a hassle for me to deal with. ”

The warlock paused, looking at the layers of people surrounding him.

"Now is the right time. Well--I don't know what you think about death, but in our race, either we die in glory and become the spiritual pillar of the race forever, or we die nameless and become dust, and there are no gods, no ghosts, and we are a very real race. ”

Odin continued: "Now, you are all going to die without a name, and in order to show respect to you, I should always make it clear what happened, right?"

Leon finally showed a look of surprise and said, "You...... Who the hell is it?"

Odin narrowed his black eyes and smiled, "My real name is Odin Diggs, and by your definition, I am a mixture of evil, a hybrid of the devil and a human. I come from the Shadow Lands. ”

Leon finally panicked, and although the weather was still hot, he still felt a cold that seeped into his bone marrow. He didn't believe it, and a black abyss finally cracked in his heart - the devil had invaded the Twin Moon Continent.

He managed to shake off this emotion and shouted, "Retreat, retreat, retreat!

However, the Sanctuary Army was surrounded by Imperial soldiers, unable to retreat quickly, and they raised their staffs and aimed them anxiously at the soldiers, while the Templars cleared the way with their swords.

But this had little effect, because Leon gave an order, and the Imperial army instantly fell into chaos like boiling water. They had just drunk and were too excited, and now after falling into a panic, there was only chaos.

They shoved and trampled on each other, armor and armor collided together, the hilt of the sword stabbed the people around them, and then the steel boots ran over their heads again.

When the former prime minister saw that the army had suddenly turned into a mass of scattered sand, he shouted angrily: "What are you doing, what are you doing! He is just a man, an ordinary person!"

"All the swords gathered together, rushed forward, and stabbed him into a hole in blood!"

"You're a disgrace to the Imperial soldiers!Rush forward!Otherwise, I'll do you the same way I did to those cowards!" Elio was referring to his previous use of soldiers from other realms as meat shields to storm the wall.

Some of the soldiers came to their senses, aware of their duties, and were trained to stop and cautiously move back on.

There is no physical body against steel, he is a dark sorcerer, but he is doing nothing now. He's just a gray-haired rat surrounded by hundreds of people.

The blade was getting closer to Odin, and the Sanctuary Army finally carved a path through the crowd and squeezed to the back of the group.

Odin opened his eyes, and it took time to meditate in order to resonate with the vast array of circles throughout Paliva City. Now he felt the singularity's response, like an abyssal beast, hungry and waiting for food to feed it.

The warlock still didn't move, but without a moment's notice, a dark red flame suddenly ignited in the pool of blood.

The flames continued to rise, but as if swallowed by some monster, they continued to settle and disappear into the uncoagulated plasma, and the thick plasma began to foam densely.

Above the pool of blood is fire, and below the pool of blood is boiling blood, and the two are like reflections, connected together, so that people cannot tell each other. Blood and fire were constantly blending, and the surrounding bronze walls were wrapped in dark red.

The people gathered in the Place Saint-Louis-Zeit did not notice the change, and they almost rushed in front of Odin's eyes, the steel sword only one step away from the robes.

At this moment, everyone felt the tremor underground, and every inch of Paliwa City let out a low roar!

Within a step of Odin's surroundings, a faint dark red flame began to spread along the pattern of Mithril on the ground. At first glance, it appears to be covered in a layer of dark red, unsolidified oil, and Mithril seems to come to life and flow in the faint light of the fire.

The soldiers who stepped on the flames didn't care at first, because they didn't feel the burning or pain, but when they tried to move on, they couldn't help but scream!

They found themselves unable to move, and when they looked down, they found that their feet were beginning to melt - the iron boots were soft as dough, writhing slowly in the growing flames, and looked like a silvery cloudy slime.

They didn't feel pain, they just felt that they had lost control of their legs, and the limbs that had been able to move flexibly were now hanging limply, as if they were not growing on them!

The dark red flames were still faint, only a small cluster of Mithril jumped, but anything that came into its range began to twist strangely!

The swordsman tried to flick the melted iron boots with his sword, but he couldn't feel the touch of the blade at all, as if the feet that had entered the flames no longer belonged to him, and the blades that had fallen into the flames had also begun to bend.

They tried to twitch the hilt, only to find that the strange flame seemed to have some special attraction that made the whole arrow lose control!

This situation is too weird, if the time demon is an entity that can be attacked, and the magic element can be dodged, then these weird little flames are completely impossible to deal with, and they can only watch as the things caught in it are devoured little by little!

The soldiers were in this situation, they went crazy trying to break free from the fire, but the more they struggled, the more uncontrollable they became.

Some of them knelt down and tried to pull out their feet with their hands, but their palms and calves were buried in the flames and began to gradually distort, and they were conscious and kept crying out for help, trying to pull out their hands and feet, but in vain, they could only watch them twist little by little into soft dough.

The people in the rear could not understand what was happening, and they only saw the soldiers in front of them with hideous faces, shouting like crazy, standing in the dark red fire and writhing desperately—couldn't they step out in one step?

The soldiers were desperate, they looked behind them, their faces pale as ghosts.

"Help us, help us!" some began to cry loudly.

"Stand back, back off, don't come, get out of here!" shouted others. (To be continued.) )