The Giants, also known as the "Titans" in many literatures, were one of the earliest aborigines of the continent of Navia.

The population of the giants is sparse, but the individual strength is very strong, and the older giants can basically reach the strength of the gods, so the giants are also called "demigods".

There are four types of giants: Frost Titan (Frost Titan), Fire Giant (Fire Titan), Mountain Giant (Earth Titan), and Sea Giant (Deep Sea Titan). Now there is another alias for the collective name - Abyss Titan.

"Their shadows are like clouds gathering, their bodies are moving like mountains, their steps are like the earth trembling, and their breath is like a hurricane roaring. ”

- The Classic of Mountains and Seas

Miltaidas puffed out his cheeks and blew hard, and in an instant, Byzantium and Arasius felt themselves falling into the coldest ice cave.

Immediately, blocks of ice about the size of a log cabin fell from the sky, and at first Byzantium and Alasius tried to use brute force to shake it, splitting or breaking the ice each time.

But it didn't take long for them to realize that the ice was not decreasing at all, and that it was in vain to continue like this, and they began to think about countermeasures while trying to avoid the ice.

"My friend, this is not the way to go. It's an elemental resonance reaction, and my magic attacks don't work on him at all. ”

"The Frost Giant's defense is the best even among the giants, and ordinary attacks probably won't do him much damage. Arachim, create some time for me. ”

Aracsius closed his eyes, and a thick mist rose around him and Miltaus.

"The fear of illusion and reality, the true knowledge of souls and dreams, the unknown and hesitation from the fog, obscuring the gaze of the sun, moon and gods. In the name of the white mist, I pray for the path of truth in confusion. ”

The fog is getting thicker, and everyone is covered...

Miltadas used his only movable arm to dispel the mist, only to find himself back in the abyssal Muspelheim - lava slowly flowing beneath his feet, devastated and red-black scorched earth, and the sky was punctuated by fragments of meteorite falling on fire.

Miltaidas frowned in disgust, he hated this place so much, the whole of Musberheim was filled with the overflowing fire elemental, and it was undoubtedly the most unacceptable environment for the frost giants. Because it is an unguardable meteorite fragment in the air, it is not small in size, but it is sturdy and penetrating, and most of the scars on his body are also due to these meteorites.

Miltades looked around aimlessly, he couldn't understand why he had suddenly returned to Musberheim, he remembered that he seemed to have finally had a chance to get out of this hellish place, and he remembered that he seemed to be about to pinch two little reptiles that were disturbing him.

His mind began to get a little confused, and he tried to find his own people, and even enemies, but to no avail. He racked his brains, but still couldn't understand what was going on. The Frost Giants are the wisest of the Giants, but perhaps having been imprisoned in the Abyss for too long, Miltaidas' head has become dull.

Just then, he suddenly heard the voice of a human man echoing throughout Muspelheim.

"When the dawn breaks through the darkness of the night, the gift of the gods throws down the anchor of the sailing ship, forged with something rare in the world, and transformed with the blood of an unparalleled warrior. I swear in the name of Lane, a symbol of glory and victory, grant me sharpness and fearlessness, and help me to break all evil and shackles!"

After speaking, Miltaidas only felt that the world in front of him had turned golden, and he instinctively felt the danger, and subconsciously turned to one side, only to feel a heart-rending pain in his arm, as a frost giant, he had never felt such pain in his life.

Miltades couldn't help but let out a loud roar, and the scenery in front of him returned to its original state - he was still stuck at the entrance of the magic circle, but his arms were already out of his body, and light blue blood gushed out, and all the places where the blood touched, were covered with a thick layer of frost.

"Wait, despicable reptile, dare to hurt me, I'm going to cinch you into powder!"

Enraged, Myrtidas, squeezed his body out of the way again, leaving him stuck in the magic circle from the waist down, and he stretched out his remaining hand, dragging out a huge axe almost as high as his upper body, and swept it violently towards Byzantium and Alasius.

This simple sweep also had a devastating momentum in the hands of Miltaidas, and the force was heavy, the weapon was heavier, and the momentum was heavier

, the giant axe in his hand almost felt like he was wielding a castle.

Byzantium tried his best to avoid it, but he never expected that the air slashed by the giant axe also formed a powerful air bomb, and he had no other choice but to shake his sword with both hands on his chest.

Suddenly, he only felt like a mountain range crashed into him, and his internal organs seemed to be about to shift, and the whole person was catapulted dozens of meters away, directly smashed into the rock wall.

On the other hand, Alatius was even more miserable, the continuous use of his abilities before made him a little overdrawn for a while, after all, it was far more difficult than imagined to create an illusion that could plunge the frost giant.

He didn't have time to dodge Miltadas's attack, and a one-meter-long hole was torn open in the left side of the rib, and one wing was almost cut off entirely. Blood, staining his snow-white hair.

At the same time, snowflakes formed by the condensation of ice crystals fell from the sky, but the almost flawless white snowflakes only brought blood, and as long as they rubbed a little, they would be cut open. Even if the Byzantines and Alasius struggled to defend themselves, they could not dodge the dense attacks of the snowflakes without a trace.

In a short time, the bodies of a man and a lion were already scarred.

Byzantium turned to look at his fellow winged lion, "Alasius, make a last stand, we have no chance of winning at all." ”

"I didn't expect to be forced to be so embarrassed, I'm sorry my friend, my ability is completely restrained by him, I can only do my best to help you drag him down. ”

"Don't be sorry man, that guy is a legendary frost giant, and I never dreamed that I was fighting such a god-level opponent.

If it had been on another battlefield, perhaps we would have given up on regrouping. Only now, there is no way back. If the enemy is a demon, we will slay the demon, and if the enemy is a god, we can only kill the god.

If he is allowed to escape, Lionheart will be reduced to scorched earth and ruins. For the peace of Bledsoe and Navia!"

Byzantium wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, but there were still dots on his tan beard, which looked like a bloody lion.

He held the hilt of his sword upside down with both hands, and stuck the Lionheart Sword on the ground, and bursts of milky white vitality fluctuations spread around him, and the entire crypt began to vibrate, and broken stones continued to fall. He gasped for air, his heaving chest calming down, his amber eyes turning golden at some point, and his wide robe was thrown aside, leaving only the royal robe lined inside.

Miltades suddenly felt a little uneasy, and inexplicably became frenzied, and he threw the giant axe with all his might, hoping to kill the human man.

However, the moment the giant axe was about to touch Byzantium, he disappeared out of thin air without warning, and the next second, he had already appeared in front of Miltaidas's chest, he held the hilt of his sword with both hands, and he turned over and slashed hard, leaving a wound several meters long on the frost giant's chest.

Miltaidas roared and threw his fist at the Byzantium in mid-air, but a similar scene occurred, and the Byzantium teleported again, leaving a deep wound in the frost giant's abdomen. In this way, Byzantium disappeared from the sight of Miltaidas again and again, and each time it appeared, it would leave scars of different shades on his body with the advantage of the Lionheart.

What annoyed Miltades even more was that whenever Byzantium appeared in his sight and he wanted to attack with a fist, a large area of ice crystals would appear next to his arm to restrict his movement, although he was immune to all ice damage, but if he wanted to break free from the ice crystals and attack Byzantium, he would have disappeared again.

"The divine power of the space system is really amazing! If it weren't for the gods falling into a deep sleep and the gods not being able to descend on Navia, he would have reached level 13 long ago.

That kitten turned out to be really a dual-line talent, with water elemental control and psychedelic power. It's a pity, and they all have to die here. At the edge of the cave, the black-robed man who had disappeared earlier appeared in the shadows. "Looks like we're going to have to do it in the end. The Frost Giant has really regressed too much, no wonder it was sealed by the gods......"

Miltaïs glanced resentfully at Alasius, who was half-kneeling and fell to the side, and he decided to get rid of the troublesome wildcat first. He spread his fingers and grabbed at Alasiaus, who had been cut by the ice crystals and snowflakes, and was covered in blood and unable to move.

Byzantium saw that it was not good, and although the continuous use of his god-given power also caused a lot of damage to the frost giants, his own consumption was also huge. At this time, if he could not defend Alatius from the attack of the frost giants in time, Alatius would surely die.

"It's time to divide the victory," Byzantium decided, disappearing in place for the last time, and then reappeared next to the huge palm of Miltaidas. He poured all of his Yuan power into the blade of his sword, and slashed straight at Miltadas's wrist when he saw the flaw. The Frost Giant's palm fell.

However, ice-blue blood spurted out, freezing the Lionheart Sword and the Byzantine right hand holding the sword.

Miltaidas held back the severe pain and shook his hand vigorously, trying to smash the Byzantium to the ground, however, the Lionheart Sword that had been infused with all the vitality of the Byzantium shone with a strong golden light, and did not move. Byzantium was thus frozen in mid-air, and the two people with very different bodies were deadlocked.

At this moment, a nice male voice sounded, and Byzantium was suddenly shaken, and he only felt as if a divine grace had descended:

"Brother Wang, what happened, why did I feel the tremors underground?"

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