Chapter 587： Army of the Legion

Muros is the most special general of the Sultan's King Sultel. It is also the leader of the First Group of Flame Giants.

It is not necessarily that he can fight. At the very least, compared with the Shamanra snake of the Elemental Legion, his combat power is not worth mentioning at all. When it comes to real combat power, he is even stronger than the lava giant.

But such a person can become the leader of the First Group Army of the King of the Devil, and no one has any meaning, which is enough to explain his ability.

Muros is one of the few giants in the flame giant who has a big picture. He is a wise adviser, not a brave warrior. Although this is not great for the Flame Giants. It is even said that his ingenuity can only be seen in this country where the brain is full of muscles. But he is indeed a special existence.

The most special one is not here, the most special is his identity.

Muros is not a traditional flame giant. He is a man-made giant made by his own blood. As such a special existence, he has an extraordinary ability. It is also because of this ability that he has a resounding corps in the flame giant.

There is always a wrong name, no nickname. The nickname of the Legion has actually made his ability clear. Just as Muros can summon the Elemental Legion and the Shamanra Snake from the Magma Pool, he has the power to summon the Flame Giant Legion by the medium.

The fifty great corps of the King of the Demon, all within his scope of summoning. And when he put his abilities to the limit, he could even pull the fifty regiments down the battlefield.

Now, it is time for Muros to put his abilities to the limit. Because at this moment, he has crushed his heart.

It is the same gem-like heart as Kent Ridge, and above the heart is the magical blood like the flowing red crystal. The blood was entangled around the heart like a rune, giving Muros the power to create vitality for Muros. But now, it's all broken.

The breaking of the heart not only ended the life of Muros, but also brought the power that Sirtel gave him to the limit. At the moment of the broken heart, a huge fire emerges from the position of the heart out of thin air, and then falls to the ground like a falling flower.

The appearance of this flame made Brunnhilde instinctively feel the abnormal place. So she immediately reached out to Glamo in her hand and slashed toward the falling flame. However, when her sword touched the flame, she was unable to resist the whole person.

The unimaginable high temperature was uploaded from this flame, and Glamo itself was instantly blushed. The Excalibur is crying in pain, and the hand of Brenhilde’s sword is also burned in an instant, and it is not the same. The power of the flame is more powerful than terror, even though Brunnhilde is still trying to endure this cruel heat. But the unicorn under her body has been unable to keep going.

This strange flame has the breath of Sultan, the king of the sorcerer, and this breath is too horrible for the unicorn. So that when the flame just showed a little power, the unicorn had waved its wings regardless of its carelessness, and took Breenhilde far away.

This may be a good thing for the unicorn, but for Brunnhilde, it is a bad thing.

Without Brunnhild's block, the flame suddenly accelerated and then slammed onto the ground. Then, the naked eye, the endless fire broke out, swallowed everything around, and completely changed everything that existed.

Plants and other things on the surface of the earth are turned into ashes, while soil, stones and hard sand are completely melted into liquid magma.

The flames ravaged a perfect circle, and in this circle, the red rolling lava has begun to uneasily sway, emitting strange and messy power fluctuations.

Something started to rise from the inside, it was the soldier of the giant posture. Not one, not a group, but an innumerable number, far beyond the current number of Asgard troops. There is the presence of a common giant in the middle, and there are also lava giants who are the size of the mountain. In addition, there is a giant of half-human and half-beast, riding a giant like a mount. And the grotesque, with a few arms and heads, looks like a mighty overbearing giant. Everything is available, and the variety of people is scalp and numb.

Looking at such a giant army, even the one-hundred-browed Brunnhilde deeply frowned, and there was a gloomy sorrow in the eyebrows.

She saw it very clearly, and the types in it included almost all the troops under the King of the Fire. According to the current situation, the fifty corps of the King of the Fire, together with the former First Army and Elemental Legion, have been here.

This is enough to make the flame giant like a rolling wheel running over the bugs, and the soldiers gathered here by Asgard are crushed into pieces. And that is what Bruenhilde absolutely does not want to see.

So she immediately shouted at her sister.

"Stop these giants, don't let them fall across the world through this lava. In that case, all our efforts are completely in vain!"

Speaking of this, she ignored the burning of her hands, holding up the still hot Glamo in her hand, and released the deadly dragon fire again.

Together with her, there are many female martial arts behind her. Magic, artifacts, or their own power, every Valkyrie is desperately releasing its own power, projecting the past toward the circle of the ever-expanding lava above the ground.

The tumultuous dragon fire and countless brilliance gathered together, turning into a pure white flame-like beam of light, and the giant army that showed its shape in the lava bombed the past. The meaning of the Valkyrie is very consistent, that is, even if the magic lava of the summoning corps cannot be destroyed, it is necessary to give them a heavy blow before the arrival of these corps.

However, until things got to the point, they discovered that everything was nothing but a struggle of their own power, and it was their own vain fantasy.

When the pillar of light gathering the power of the Valkyrie was on the lava, a huge figure appeared. It is a very clear figure. It is the same as the king of the sorcerer who appears in the main hall of the Odin Golden Palace. But it is more clear, more distinguishable, and more fearful and panicking.

The black-golden, male-like disc is on the top of this tall, majestic mountain-like giant, making him look as majestic as a crown. The burning flame filled his entire head, making his face look very vague, though vague, but it was enough to make people look at his facial features, the arrogant expression makes people feel at first sight. It is unimaginable majesty and domineering.

The muscles of the muscles are as tall and powerful as the giants of the flames, but they are stronger and more explosive. It is the blood vessels of the red crystal from the scaly skin of the armor and the gap through the skin, which makes him look full of power and oppression.

Sultel, the king of the evil spirits, showed his figure at this time. Although not an ontology, it is just an illusion that closely approximates the ontology. But it also has an overwhelming horrible power. This is especially true for the Valkyrie who are present.

In the face of the attack of the Valkyrie, the king of the inflamed flaming demon is just the same as the last time, and the posture of the sword is illusory, so that the pure white light column is instantly annihilated in the void. And when he made another move as if holding a sword and slamming down. The invisible force instantly turned into a hot storm, and all the female Valkyrie in the air was blown away.

At this time, Sultel only looked at the air and stayed there, barely maintaining Brunelhild. Showing a smile that is open and happy.

"Brunnhilde, the fetish **** I fancy. I didn't expect that we met again. Why, now that you have changed your mind and intend to offer everything to you?"

"Sultel!" Bently biting his lips, and Brunnhilde still reluctantly made such a voice. "Never, you demon. I will never give in like you!"

"H, ha!" Hearing such an answer, the king of the evil spirits made a disdainful ridicule. "What I like the most is your stubborn character. But it's stupid to be too stubborn. At this time, do you think you have any chance of a comeback? Or do you think you have any hope of existence? ?"

"Look at your face, my army is ready to go. In just a few minutes, they will be able to step out of this door and officially enter the world of your Asgard. At that time, what ability do you have to stop them? What is the ability to organize the ravages of the flames? By yours, or by your unconscious father? Or are you the reinforcements you invited?"

"You have no hope! This is your destiny, this is your future. So, the last chance. Decide, choose to surrender in despair, or step into destruction with your world in your hopes! This is my last tolerance. As a king, I will give you the opportunity to choose!"

Really no hope? Looking at the king of the inflamed demon, Brunnhilde’s heart is almost indulged. But she did not completely lose hope, because she knew that there was a final glimmer of light. As long as the glimmer of light is still there, things still have a turn.

But where is this dawn now? Brunnhilde is already in a hurry. At this time, a familiar whisper rang in her ear.

"Sister, take them away, and hide as far as possible. Your hero is about to debut!" (To be continued.)