Then, under Erica's watchful eye, it did something completely incomprehensible.
The giant with three heads extended his left hand and gently placed it on the head of the frost giant on his right shoulder.
Then, give it a gentle twist.
In the end, without a drop of blood, he easily twisted the head off and placed it quietly in his hand.
The next second, dark magic surged from his arm, igniting a ball of pitch-black flame that instantly engulfed the head.
call--
A burst of flames swept past, and the head quickly melted away.
It transformed into two icy claws, which clung tightly to the dark archmage's arm.
But something even more shocking happened to Erica.
Because immediately afterward, the Dark Archmage extended his other hand.
Erica had already predicted his next move based on his previous actions.
Sure enough, he also grabbed the head of the burning fire giant.
Unlike before, this time he used a pulling method.
As a result, a horrifying scene unfolded.
The skin and flesh on one shoulder were ripped open, blood and flesh flying everywhere, and a series of pale vertebrae were pulled out from the bloody wound.
There was still a stench of fresh blood and bits of flesh on it.
The fire giant's head was almost completely disfigured from being squeezed; its eye sockets were nearly collapsed, and its eyeballs were nowhere to be found.
Soon, the blood at the wound began to burn rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, the original wound had disappeared.
Having lost his spine, the Dark Archmage should have been unable to support his body and collapsed to the ground.
But he managed to prop himself up with magic and stand on the ground.
He gripped the fire giant's head tightly with his frost-covered claws.
call--
Another fierce burst of black flames completely incinerated the fire giant's head and spine.
Finally, the black fire subsided.
A long blade, covered in congealed flesh and blood, with a winding blade and constantly burning crimson flames, appeared in the hands of the Dark Archmage.
The flames quickly receded, then rapidly extended along the dark archmage's arm.
Moments later, the crimson flames on the sword completely engulfed the Dark Archmage's body.
At this moment, it seemed to have transformed into a giant enveloped in crimson flames.
However, it seems that it was precisely because he possessed the Frost Claws, forged from the Frost Giants, that he was able to firmly grip this longsword burning with crimson flames.
There's no need to worry about your body being burned to ashes by this crimson sword.
And there it was, the flaming longsword formed from the head of the fire giant was being held in the hands of the fire giant whose body was engulfed in flames.
This made Erica a little flustered.
A vague sense of foreboding rose in her heart.
So she quickly activated her magic, transforming into a whirlwind and rushing forward at top speed.
No matter what the fire giant was planning, she was determined to stop him.
But she was still too late.
Erica's premonition came true.
The next second, the enormous fire giant had already raised his flaming sword high with both hands.
It swung its sword at the towering Yad Tree, carving a magnificent crescent-shaped arc.
At that moment, Erica's pupils contracted sharply, and she screamed in terror:
"No, no!"
However, despite her best efforts to increase her speed, she was ultimately unable to stop the raging flames.
The instant the flaming sword touched the Tree of Adrien
The entire sacred tree seemed to erupt with raging flames from within, burning fiercely.
In a mere second, the striking crimson red had transformed into a reverse-flowing waterfall of fire, spectacular yet tragic.
...
In the distance, the sacred tree of Yad was ablaze with intense flames.
Looking through the dark, crimson sky, it resembled a towering pillar of fire piercing the heavens and crashing into the clouds.
Vega stared blankly at the divine tree burning wildly in the distance, his eyes reflecting the crimson flames, looking somewhat dazed.
Just then, Loki's confident, slightly amused laughter came from beside her.
“Look, I noticed that sacred tree a long time ago.”
"If you could think of leaving your trump card under that tree, how could I not have thought of not stopping you in advance?"
At this point, a gleam of pleasure flashed in Loki's eyes, as if victory was already in his grasp.
He too gazed at the sacred tree burning fiercely in the distance, a final trace of lingering attachment to this world appearing in his eyes.
"The victor is gone, evil god."
"Whether you are Vega or Habika, you are destined to be irreplaceable by 'Victor'."
"Your name doesn't imply any certainty of victory."
He sighed softly.
He turned his gaze back to the evil god, who, having lost all power since the loss of Viktor, was now gripped by profound confusion, and said calmly:
"so,"
"I won."
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