"listen to me."
Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded behind her, carrying a sense of reassurance and composure as it reached Gwen's ears.
"Just trust me."
"..."
Gwen turned her head slightly, wanting to see Victor's face and his expression.
But Victor remained indifferent, his gaze fixed on the sky, on the battlefield before him that had transformed into a contest between demons and giants.
Gwen remained silent.
At this moment, how she wished that her sense of justice could return to her.
In this way, she could examine Viktor with an absolutely impartial eye.
Instead of like it is now...
Just by listening to his words, I subconsciously wanted to believe him.
The burst of crimson iron filings sliced and pulverized countless fleeing barbarians.
Under the blood moon, the red hue intensifies.
It looked as if a dark, ever-deepening cloud had appeared on the horizon and was about to fall to the earth.
The shadow of the demon clearly loomed over everyone, including the mages who were confronting the barbarians.
But the mages were completely unharmed.
As if deliberately avoiding them, the iron filings seemed to possess a consciousness, automatically distinguishing between humans and barbarians.
Those terrifying iron filings seemed to only affect barbarians.
Amidst the swirling dust, their bodies were as thin as paper.
The Pale Magic Society was completely stunned.
They watched helplessly as the barbarians around them were shredded into a bloody mist, their flesh turning to powder and sinking into the snowfield.
An incredibly absurd idea began to form in my mind.
This demon seems to have absolutely no intention of targeting them.
Could the devil be here to help them...?
How is that possible?
But the scene before us cannot be faked.
Countless barbarians fled across the snowfield, their cries of despair echoing through the air.
They even use their own kind as shields, but in the blink of an eye, the two bodies will quickly disappear into the world.
Soon, even the last barbarian turned into dust and exploded into red smoke.
On the snowfield, towering mounds of flesh and blood had already accumulated.
The entire Arctic Ocean was stained completely red by countless drops of blood, and the color lingered for a long time.
In this battle, the Ice Claw and the Flaming Sword brought out countless powerful main forces.
Their numbers even reached tens of thousands.
But in that very night, they were all buried in this far north, on this far northern ice plain.
This was a one-sided massacre.
The mages stared at the bloody scene before them, only snapping back to reality when the stench of blood filled their mouths and noses.
The battle is over.
But they didn't feel fortunate.
Because this is just the beginning.
Sensing the terrifying enemy, the two giants raised their heads and faced the towering demon together.
Lightton looked at the two giants, who were half a body smaller than him, and burst out laughing.
The chaotic energy came from all directions, and the muffled sound that gathered towards the place where the demon was located reached everyone's ears.
The thunderous laughter was tinged with disdain and amusement.
As if they were completely enraged, the two giants wielded their swords and claws and launched a swift attack on the soaring Lightton.
Their footsteps tread on the snowfield, creating enough tremors to stir up snow waves hundreds of meters high.
The snow dust mixed with blood seemed to solidify and then surged violently like waves.
The giant of flame wielded his greatsword with a whooshing sound, and the blood-red world seemed to be filled only with this bright splash of color.
Flames instantly enveloped the greatsword in his hands, and a hundred-meter-high flame shot up, piercing through the dark clouds and slashing fiercely like a meteor towards the demon.
The ice giant's limbs were covered in ice, and its huge icy claws instantly tore through the sea of blood beneath its feet, waving their icy light as they hooked towards Lightton.
Despite being attacked from both sides, Lightton remained calm and used his dark claws to catch the incoming flames.
With his other hand, he lifted the ice giant like a chick and shook it in his hand. The ice couldn't even penetrate the skin that pierced its scarlet body.
A crimson light flashed in Lightton's eyes as he coldly stared at the overconfident 'giant' before him.
Want to play a game?
"The kind where you punch me, and I punch you back."
The two giants, of course, could not understand the language of the demon. They kept twitching their giant claws and blades, but they could not wrest anything back from Lightton's hands.
Suddenly, Lightton roared, his black claws instantly clenching into fists, and he punched the ice giant that was thrown into the air, sending it flying.
Its enormous body flew out rapidly, tearing through the flying iron filings, and crashed heavily into the massive snow-covered mountain range.
The other giant was even more pitiful; it was held in the hands of the demon and constantly rubbed across the snowfield, like a rag doll, violently smashing against the giant rocks.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The fire giant was on the verge of death under the terrifying impact.
After the tremors, the entire ice field fell into a long silence.
The demon's chaotic voice, as if rising from beneath the icy ocean, was incredibly deep and muffled.
That's it?
"I thought you guys were really ruthless."
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