The city of Baihara.

Perched atop a mountain, this massive human city has become a playground for infernal creatures, with not a single human voice to be heard.

From a distance, all kinds of bat-winged demons soared wantonly in the air, scattering in all directions, densely packed, as if endless.

The most eye-catching thing is that a blood-colored pillar of light that reaches the sky, it grows to the limit, breaking through the sky, connecting the earth and the sky, rippling with some kind of mysterious fluorescence.

At the bottom of this pillar of light, there was a huge alchemy array, and from time to time, there were infernal creatures pouring large swaths of blood on it, which were quickly absorbed, and the top of the sky formed a deep giant hole, which communicated with another world, and a large area of batwing demons poured out of the hole.

The sky grew darker and darker, and the fiery red sea of clouds seemed to be burned by fire, and there was no end in sight.

The rock giant Zimiro looked at the city and touched his head with the palm of his rock, full of ease.

As a silver-level rock giant, its body is a full twenty meters tall, covered with earthy yellow rocks, and in some hidden places, a few wild grasses have grown on the surface of the soil layer, and it looks vibrant.

As soon as the yellow palm was lowered to the ground, a yellowish streamer rose and poured into Zimiro's body, and the rock layer on its body became a little more solemn, and the giant's mouth let out a dull and thunderous moan of joy (harmony).

That's the power of racial gifts.

Rock giants, in fact, are also a kind of giant humans, and mountain giants are close relatives, with the racial talent of communicating the power of the earth, as long as they are based on the ground, the body can be restored by the power of the land, and the temperament is quite brutal, tyrannical and cruel.

Many years ago, they roamed the land. Killed a large number of mortals and fed on them, but at that time, before the invasion of the evil gods, the mythical bloodline warlocks in the silver world still remained, and when the rock giants were proud, they gave them a heavy blow, killing almost all the mythical creatures, driving the rock giants to an extremely remote place, and they were silent for a long time.

If it weren't for the invasion of the evil gods, it would be in the entire silver world. The race of rock giants no longer exists.

It took thousands of years for them to recover and have a new source of life, and due to the sad experience of those years, these rock giants hated humans terribly, and as the leaders of the rock giants, they hated the human warlocks far more than their kind.

Under such conditions, and when the creatures of hell find Tsimiro, it is logical. It went to hell.

The devil of hell once promised Zimiroti yì that when he took over this world, he would give it a large area of the wings of this world to rule. The leader of the Rock Giants was very satisfied, so he led his people here to guard the city and ensure the integrity of the world's passages.

Stand up. Tsimiro stepped forward, his massive weight causing the ground to shake slightly as it moved. The voice woke up the kindred.

Next to him, a rock giant was falling down to rest, most of its bodies were more than ten meters in size, and when he heard his patriarch move, he hurriedly got up and half-knelt and saluted.

Walking past his own kind, enjoying the salute of the rock giants, Tsimiro bent down slightly and lifted the body of a human.

Without much processing, Zimiro directly stuffed the human into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and made a sound of praise.

"It tastes so delicious, how can a tiny creature like a human being occupy such a large world? They should be food, to be picked and chewed by us, and the rock giants should be the masters of this world. ”

It praised it, and at the center of its head, there was a faint ring emblem shining brightly.

It's a sign that the blood is extremely mellow.

Thousands of years have allowed the bloodline power that was once lost in the killing to gradually condense, and although the current Tsimiro is not yet a mythical creature, it is not far from becoming a mythical creature.

The longer it takes to perceive the power of the earth, the deeper its heritage becomes, and with enough accumulation, it can break through the limits of its bloodline and transcend the shackles of ordinary creatures.

"Wait until I have the power of mythical creatures, and see if there are any other human warlocks who can fight me head-on. ”

Tsimiro was confident, apparently feeling that his power would be far beyond the reach of humans.

Of course, it only dared to argue with the human warlocks.

As for the devil, Tsimiro did not have the slightest idea.

The Rock Giant is not a very high-end mythical creature, and its power is not even that of a sun troll, even if it is a devil with impure blood, it does not have the courage to challenge head-on.

"Sooner or later, I'm going to keep all of humanity in captivity and make it my meal. ”

Tsimiro shook his palm and shook off a large cloud of dust, and the ground was filled with earthy yellow stone chips.

And at this point in time, a call in the devil's language suddenly came from the sky.

"A human warlock is near!"

Human Warlocks?

It shook slightly, and then shook its head.

What can a human warlock do here? What do you have to shout for?

In this city, in addition to it, there are several other creatures in the Silver Realm, plus those human warlocks that it hates so much but have to cooperate for the time being, and even hundreds of thousands of hellish creatures stationed here, what can a human warlock do before this terrifying power that can be called unbreakable?

"Are you here to die?"

There was a hint of mockery on Tsimero's stone-covered face, but in his heart he didn't care.

But only a few seconds later, the batwing demon in the sky shouted again, and his voice was extremely frightened.

"No, that's not a human warlock, it's the Dreadlord!

Dreadlord?

Hearing these four words, Zimiro's heart was shocked, and he cheered up a little.

It had heard that a powerful human warlock had recently come to the Mechela region, his mana was incomparably vast, almost endless, and he took pleasure in slaughtering hellish creatures, and in just half a month, he slaughtered seventy or eighty thousand batwing demons, and he didn't feel slack, this power, even it, felt a trace of pressure.

"Except for the Mythical Bloodline Warlock, who ordinary Warlock can have this kind of power? ”

Tsimiro twisted his arm, a violent killing intent surging in his heart, stood up, and walked in the direction from which the voice came.

It's been a long time since it's seen a powerful human warlock.

That's why it wants to screw off the other's head. (To be continued......)