The red sky is like an inverted ocean, covering everything completely.

The overflowing anger seemed to surround the demon in front of him, and the sense of fear spread throughout the ice field.

Huge figures shrouded the snowfield, and bright red flying debris hit people's faces like countless spikes piercing the skin.

It made those barbarians with very strong physical fitness feel the pain more clearly.

Leytton's scarlet body barely squeezed out from beneath the sky, and slammed his foot on the glacier, splitting the ice into powder.

"Hah!"

The huge roar was accompanied by the opening of the bloody mouth that stretched for hundreds of miles, and it seemed that in the next second, the blood-colored full moon hanging in the sky would be swallowed into the stomach.

The black claws of the limbs tore the ocean apart, plunging deep into the shriveled scarlet earth.

The demon continued to absorb the red breath in the air, and the ten thousand wisps of breath turned into a scarlet and black vortex that swirled above the gloomy sky.

Demons use the emotional desires of creatures as bait to provide a steady stream of motivation for their own growth.

If the emotions are full enough, it can even evolve into a cruel and angry beast that swallows the world into its belly.

Along the way, Lytton has been eating away at the untold anger created between the Pale Wizards and the Barbarians.

In addition, when he was in the college assessment before, the emotions of tens of thousands of students were all eaten by Lightton.

At this moment, it is even stronger than the previous Yem.

Lv50——

Compared to the two giants who were both level forty-five, this was simply a crushing game for Letterton.

Moreover, their persons are no match for demons.

Strictly speaking, the fiery and icy giants were not the two true demigods.

Even the legendary demigods of the Far North have a lifespan that binds them.

The real Levatin and Scati have been sleeping in this snow-blizzarded far north for an unknown amount of time.

While it is true that there are some lesser-known summoning methods, these barbarians are unable to awaken true demigod giants.

They are nothing more than the descendants of the demigod giants left in this far north.

A giant who has not inherited a trace of divine power.

At this moment, whether it was the Pale Demon Guild or the remnants of the two tribes, after the appearance of the huge demon, they completely lost control of their emotions.

The scarlet crocodile, which was constantly eating away at emotions and was still growing, suddenly felt that the source of emotions was missing by half, and suddenly felt very unhappy.

Even the corresponding fears have been forgotten, where can they still be angry?

And those barbarians who are born without brains, they are not only afraid, but also lack thinking.

After all, they don't even know what demons are.

Only those well-informed mages looked at the terrifying giant thing in front of them, and their faces were pale and solemn.

"Demon ......?"

Vladimir sipped a cigar and squinted his eyes coldly at the behemoth standing above the icy ocean.

The goose feather snow turned into scarlet iron filings flying in the sky, and the cigar in his mouth had long been blown out and broken under the storm, and the white fur coat on his body swayed wildly under the tearing of the wind.

The pale magicians had long since turned pale, their eyes widened, and their lips trembled, as if they could no longer control the fear that was constantly overflowing from their bodies.

Erica also stared at the huge demon in front of her with wide eyes, her eyebrows constantly stirring, as if painful memories flashed through her mind.

Why?

Will there be a demon here?

Naturally, such doubts did not appear only in Erica.

Again, Gwen's face was extremely heavy, and the wildly dancing iron filings danced around her armor.

Every time the scarlet iron filings were about to touch him, he would avoid her as if he had consciously avoided her.

No, to be precise, to avoid Victor.

She admits that she is a knight.

But that doesn't mean she's as brainless as the berserkers.

In the blink of an eye, Gwen had already thought of the demon battle in the royal capital.

Why is there such a coincidence?

Demons are rare to see in a hundred years, but this is only a few months, and demons have appeared twice in a row?

On the contrary, Victor is present every time.

She felt a slight chill in her body, obviously she was leaning on Victor's arms, but once she thought of the demon that time, maybe it was related to Victor.

When I think of the cruel demons and the warriors who died bravely.....

She couldn't help but associate the demon of that incident with Victor.

The arrogant looks of those barbarians had long since vanished, and were replaced by great fear.

Faced with an almost invincible existence, they only want to escape.

But every time they move, they are about to run away.

As long as the body moves slightly, the iron filings in the sky will penetrate their strong bodies.

As if turned into powder, the flesh had no shape, and the exploding into a bright red smoke slowly dissipated.

The white snowfields were not darkened by the red moonlight, and the blood stained the earth red until it was pitch black.

Looking at the scene in front of them, those mages whose bodies were not strong themselves did not dare to move, for fear that they would immediately evaporate under the indiscriminate attack of this demon.

At this moment, Gwen felt her limbs stiffen, cold enough that she didn't know how to think.

She wanted to believe that all this had nothing to do with Victor, but the appearance of the huge demon in front of her reminded Gwen more than once.

Victor, what the hell are you doing.

"Listen to me."

Suddenly, a familiar voice came to her mind, with a little reassurance, a little calmness into Gwen's ears.

"Just trust me."

“……”

Gwen tilted her head slightly, wanting to see Victor's face, to see his expression.

But Victor remained as aloof as ever, his eyes just staring at the sky, at the battlefield between demons and giants in front of him.

Gwen was silent.

At this moment, how she wished that her righteous heart could return to her.

In this way, she can look at Victor with an absolutely impartial eye.

And not as it is now......

Just listening to his words, I subconsciously want to believe him.

The burst of scarlet iron splintered with countless fleeing barbarians.

Under a Blood Moon, red is even more indicated.

It was as if a black cloud had appeared on the horizon and was falling silently towards the earth.

Obviously, the shadow of the demon enveloped everyone, and in the crowd, there were even magicians who were confronting the barbarians.

But the magicians were unscathed.

As if deliberately avoiding them, the iron filings seemed to have a consciousness that could automatically distinguish between humans and barbarians.

The terrifying iron filings seemed to only act on the barbarians.

Under this flying debris, their bodies are also like tissue paper.

The Pale Magi's side was completely stunned.

They watched as the barbarians around them shredded into a mist of blood one by one, and their flesh turned into powder and sank into the snow.

In my heart, an extremely ridiculous idea arose.

This demon, it seems, has no intention of targeting them at all.

The devil won't be here to help them...... Right?

How is this possible?

But the scene in front of me can't be faked.

Countless barbarians kept fleeing from the snow, accompanied by despair and screaming to the sky.

They even used their compatriots to resist, but in the blink of an eye, the two bodies quickly disappeared from heaven and earth.

Soon, even the last barbarian was reduced to dust and exploded into red smoke.

On the snowfield, a high pile of flesh and blood powder has long been piled up.

The entire ocean of ice has also been dyed completely red by countless blood, and it has not gone away for a long time.

In this battle, the Claws of Ice and the Sword of Flame brought out many powerful main forces.

The number of them has even reached tens of thousands.

But in this night, they were all buried in this far north, on this far north ice sheet.

It was a one-sided, one-sided massacre.

The mages watched the bloody scene in front of them, and only then did they come to their senses when the blood reached their mouths and noses.

The battle is over.

However, they did not rejoice.

Because that's just the beginning.

Sensing the horror of the enemy, the two giants raised their heads and faced the monstrous demon together.

Letterton looked at the two giants half a body smaller than him, and immediately burst out laughing.

The dull sound of chaos coming from all directions, gathering towards the place where the demon was, reached everyone's ears.

The majestic and vibrating laughter was filled with disdain and playfulness.

As if completely enraged, the two giants swung their blades and claws and launched a swift attack on Leytton.

Their footsteps on the snowfield were shaking enough to stir up a wave of snow 100 meters high.

The snow dust that accompanied the blood turned into a wave and shook violently as if it had solidified.

The Flame Giant danced the giant sword in his hand and whirred, and there seemed to be only this bright color between the blood-colored heaven and earth.

The two-handed flames instantly wrapped around the giant sword, and the hundred-meter-high flames suddenly rushed up, piercing the dark clouds, and fiercely slashed at the demon like a meteor.

The Ice Giant's limbs were covered in ice, and a pair of huge ice claws instantly tore apart the sea of blood under his feet, fanning the cold light and hooking towards Liteton.

Under the two attacks, Leyton was unhurried, and his pitch-black claws pinched the slashing flames.

The other hand lifted the Ice Giant up like a chicken, shaking it in such a way that the ice couldn't even pierce the skin of its scarlet body.

Liteton's eyes glowed scarlet, and he stared coldly at the 'giant' in front of him.

"Want to play a game?"

"You punch me, I'll punch you."

Naturally, the two giants could not understand the language of the demons, and they kept twitching their huge claws and blades, but they could not take back half a point from Letterton's hands.

Suddenly, Liteton roared, and the pitch-black claws instantly clenched into fists, knocking the ice giant thrown in the air into the air.

The huge body flew out quickly, breaking through the iron filings that were constantly rising in the air, and slammed into the huge snow-covered mountain range.

The other giant was even more pitiful, it was carried by the demon in his hand, and it kept rubbing over the snow, like a rag, and smashed it violently on the boulder.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The Flame Giant was dying under the impact of terror.

After the tremors, the entire ice field fell silent for a long time.

The demon's chaotic voice, as if rising from under the ice ocean, was extremely dull.

"That's it?"

"I thought you were so ruthless."