'Friendship', 'good friend'.

Baroque felt how stupid he had been to believe Lane's insincere words.

But—

Baroque snorted coldly with a slight increase in volume, took the plate before Ryan could withdraw his hand, and deliberately angrily stuffed a piece of rose cake into his mouth.

The teeth are a little harder, fragrant and sweet.

Well?

It's delicious, it's really fragrant.

The demon's body eats easily, and a piece of bread melts easily in its mouth.

Baroque stuffed three roses in his mouth at once, and stored the rest in storage for Cyril.

When you want to eat, go find soft ice ice -

No, go to Ryan when you want to eat and ask him to teach you how to make Soft Ice Ice and Soft Cream.

What Ryan makes must be better.

Moises watched quietly, and then he also stuffed three pieces of rose cake into his mouth at the same time, which was indeed more fragrant and delicious.

Moises liked it more.

Ryan could vaguely sense what Baroque was thinking, and couldn't help but shake his head under the hood.

But at a glance, he didn't know that his plan had been exposed, and he was luring Camos and Sarad closer......

Forget it, it's still the demons in his territory who are more 'smart'.

It's just a little rose cake, and when he goes back, he arranges for the puppet to help Soft Ice Ice and Soft Soft, and directly make a few small mountain high rose cakes.

The surrounding dark mages and witches endured with all their patience, and they no longer looked this way.

I heard that some food in the city of fire has exploded recently, and it is related to Michelle, so if you are lucky enough to survive, you will try it.

Witches and black magicians, although they don't know that the Pope's incarnation is here, there are also people who want to try to see if they can trade directly with Michelle, after all, they can't be lucky enough to meet at any time.

Unbeknownst to Ryan and Baroque, Camos and Sarad were 'concentrating' on the delicacy of the rose cake at the moment, with only the ancient frost demon in front of them.

His will grew stronger with his faith, and the holy sword shone brightly, allowing him to avoid freezing in the wind and snow.

"The Sword of the Ancient Brave, the Heart of Ice hidden in his chest......"

Remembering Ryan's reminder, Camos shifted his gaze to the demon's sternum secretly.

Among the ribs that were crystal clear and without a trace of scarring, the heart that seemed to be condensed by ice and snow was beating at the moment as the demon unleashed its power.

The heart rises and falls slowly, but it is like breathing, and you can faintly see light trying to penetrate the heart, and the reflection is hazy.

"Thank you for the reminder, Dear Mr. Michelle."

Camos whispered in his head through the props, and after a glance at the Heart of Ice, he looked away, the holy sword in his hand shining brighter and brighter with his will.

Camos: "Do you hear that—"

"Whew!"

The Salad dragon groaned and blew the wind and snow, and the ice flew in all directions with the roar of the dragon, and the dragon's wings flapped with all their might, rolling up the wind and snow to break through the barrier that Aphret had secretly set up in the Witch's Forest.

As the light is coming—

The dragon carried endless power, and the holy sword in Camos's hand pointed directly at the heart of the demon's sternum, "The unfulfilled will of the brave thousands of years ago will be inherited by me today-"

The scorching sword light was like a bright morning sun, piercing through the sudden and swift snow storm.

The Frost Demon didn't flinch from Camos's burning will, his teeth flared slightly to the left and right, as if he were laughing in the snowstorm.

He longs for the strength of the brave, and he also longs for the body of the brave.

Just as the holy sword was about to pierce the demon's sternum, the frozen earth suddenly cracked in everyone's eyes.

Ice and snow were reshaped by psychedelic smoke, and from the cracked earth, several demons condensed purely from ice crystals flew out of their wings.

Demons are controlled by souls, blocking the bones of ice crystals.

Salad swung his dragon's tail and smashed the ice at the front with all his might, and the blade of Camos's sword pierced through all the ice stones that stood in front of the ice bones.

The frost shatters into white particles, reflecting the shadow of ice crystals.

Just as Salad and Camos were about to really get close to the skeleton of the frost demon, countless frost-condensed bone hands stretched out from the cracks, grabbing Salad's limbs with all their might.

The frost-condensed bone hand emitted an icy aura that crystallized on the surface of Salad's body, intending to drag them together into the cracked depths of the earth.

Extreme snowstorms have brought temperatures below freezing, and countless frosty thorns have grown in the frozen swamps.

The flames ignited by the dark mages will be extinguished, and the frost cages will once again coalesce around the witches.

Potions can't do much in the extreme ice, so Alina thinks about it and leads the witch to the ground from the air, escaping the icicles, and decides to work with Girules and them to fight off the cold.

Girules where they are is closer to Ryan, where the wind and snow are weaker.

Alina hopes to be blessed by Michelle like the Dark Mages such as Girules.

Ryan whispered with his staff in his hand, the hot wind dispelling the cold, and his eyes looked at Camos.

Although Camos's strength broke through and Salad helped, the situation at the moment was not very favorable to Camos.

"It's not just the power of the Frost Demon."

Baroque whispered in his head, his cold gaze stared at the place where the ice demon was, watching the cold air rising from the crack, and then raised his right foot slightly, and then stepped on the ice hard.

The demonic power shattered into the icy thorns that spread around them, and at the same time, where Camos was, a dark purple magic circle condensed from the snow clouds in the sky, followed by the condensation of hellfire into the giant demon's legs and stomped into the air.

The massive soles of hellfire stomped on the ice bones, breaking the frost bones that had grabbed Sarad.

Unfortunately, the icy hellfire could not melt the ice, but it gave Camos and Sarad enough of a chance to get out of their predicament.

Camos swung the holy sword in his hand, and the light of the sword covered his and Sarad's bodies, quickly dissolving the frosty mist that spread on the armor and dragon scales.

The Ancient Frost Demon raised his right hand tremblingly, and the shattered ice and bones quickly recovered under his control.

The Heart of Ice in the Ancient Demon's body became more and more brilliant as Camos approached.

Camos could feel a strange call, and with his left hand caressing the dragon's horns, he leaped from the top of Salad's head, and swooped down like a meteor in the wind and snow against the demon's sternum.

Sarad followed closely behind Carmos, and the gushing dragon's breath swallowed up the ice stone, covering Camos's ability to get close to the Ancient Frost Demon.

The demon bone closed his teeth, and there was a malicious fluctuating energy in the eye socket of the skull, and he aimed his right hand at the Camos flying towards him, and multiple snow-colored magic arrays appeared around him at the same time.

At the same time, behind the bones of the Ancient Frost Demon, an illusory, black-robed figure holding a wand loomed, and he raised the staff and condensed a magic array at the feet of the Ancient Frost Demon, as if to amplify and lend his own power.

Ryan looked secretly at where the shadow was, and sighed in a low voice, "It's still been sealed for too long, I don't know how evil the Pope is."

He thought that the Pope was a warlock who helped him, but he did not know that he himself was the target of hunting. ”

Infusing the darkness of the teleportation array with a covert infusion of magic, Ryan is ready to summon Andrew at any moment.

The Pope was still a little too confident to think that they had not discovered the identity of their incarnation.

"The stronger you are, the more you can't stop your ambitions. Actually, I was curious how he did all this. ”

Baroque raised his legs and stomped the ground continuously, trampling a huge pit around the frost demon.

The icy hellfire was frozen by the bitter ice, and in an instant it was broken by the flames.

The Baroque and the Ancient Frost Demon do not give in to each other, tempting and consuming each other.

The Ancient Frost Demon didn't want to pay attention to Baroque, he just wanted to capture Camos at the moment. However, if he allowed Baroque to run wild, the hellfire would entangle his soul and cause even more serious damage.

Kamos was already in sight, and the ancient frost demon had already felt the scorching heat of the sword light and the oppressive will of the gods, making him have to concentrate all his heart in order to capture him.

The Ancient Frost Demon glanced slightly sideways behind him, he felt the aura of Aphreth in the phantom, and accepted the gift of the other party's power. Raising his left hand, the demon circle of ice and snow in the air accelerated and condensed.

More ice creations are drilled out under the solid ice, and the colder ice and snow world is indiscriminately condensed, and the cold wind seems to condense everything in a moment.

Ice and snow creations have no self-consciousness and cannot be taken away by Moises' charm.

Moisés' long hair fluttered in the icy wind, and he whispered in his head, "He can open up a special spatial field that can directly take that ancient frost demon away." ”

"I know, so take your chance."

Ryan, "He needs demons, he doesn't need that sword of the brave in his heart.

What the Pope fears even more is the Mighty Sword in the hand of Camos—"

Camos was also aware of the appearance of the Pope's incarnation, but he didn't care.

Just as the tip of the sword was about to hit the Ancient Frost Demon, the Pope's avatar suddenly appeared and raised his hand, opened the demon's sternum with magic and shouted, "Great Brave, break his heart!" ”

Chapter 457

The demon sorcerer who had been helping him suddenly opened his sternum, revealing a heart of ice protected by frost and ice.

The Demon Great Lord, who had never been the only one who had torn up the contract himself, had tasted betrayal for the first time.

The rage caused the Frost Demon's bones to vibrate violently, and his head spun to look behind him, his snowflake-like pupils staring coldly at the Pope's incarnation.

It's just a seemingly ordinary demon warlock, but he actually has the power to suppress him!

"You-"

The Ancient Frost Demon's gums slammed hard, ice thorns grew in his heart, and the furious and extremely cold wind and snow were like his anger, chanting the words of the Ancient Demon that suppressed the fury of rage.

However, the chanting of the Ancient Frost Demon was not over, and the Pope's avatar simply raised his head indifferently to look at him, and then the Frost Demon suddenly realized that his soul seemed to be frozen.

Those blizzards that were originally created by demons have now become instruments of torture that bind him.

In the bitter winter winds, the falling snow spreads white ice flowers on the bones, and the unbridled flower thorns entangle the gums, and the demon can no longer make a sound.

Even if he was an archdemon lord in ancient times, his power still couldn't compare to that of the Pope, even if he was only an avatar created by the Pope in front of him.

The Pope's avatar easily suppressed the soul of the Ancient Frost Demon, and the wind and snow blew his hood, revealing a face that was delicate and noble.

The Pope's avatar not only had black eyes and black hair, but also had a glass lens surrounded by gold threads in front of his left eye, which hung gently on his left ear. When the hood was revealed, from the cloak of the incarnation flew out a bird that was as black as a nightingale, with black feathers and black eyes, a golden beak, and a golden needle hanging from its neck with a silver wire pendant.

The black-feathered bird was small and pretty, and it looked angry and flew out of its hood, not wanting to fall on the shoulders of the Pope's incarnation, even in the extreme cold and snow.

The bird wanted to escape, but it was bound by an invisible thread, and could not escape a certain distance from the Pope's incarnation, so it could only hover and fly above his head, humming a sad lament.