The Sword of Sword is a bloodthirsty demon sword, an evil thing that must drink blood if it is unsheathed. This point even He Huale, who is favored by luck, cannot be changed. But she can dominate the sharpness of the sword and let it face the bloodthirsty evil nature against its enemies rather than to itself.

As the rushing blood was blowing out with the sword's edge, the iron edge of Tyr's edge also tore the stone-hard skin of the molten giant in a moment, and then it went upwards in an extremely fast posture

The hot and hot melted blood seemed to gush out from a violent sprinkler, and instantly turned into a small waterfall, and it couldn't stop spurting wildly. As the spell on the Tyr's sword blade began to flash bloody light, more and more of the same wounds appeared on the melted giant's body.

These wounds are exactly the same as the sword wounds that Hehuale just torn out with Tyrfeng, and the effect is also very similar. When these wounds were accompanied by Tyrfeng's magic, one after another appeared on the molten giant, he became a water bag full of holes, and his whole body began to burst out melting fountains with huge bleeding volumes.

The melted blood sprayed all over the sky covered every corner of the giant like a rain of fire. In this place where it was almost no different from the heavy rain, Hehuale was miraculous and did not get any contaminated.

Now she was like a sensitive ape, trying to stop the giant from rushing blood from flying in the corner of her busy hand. In just a blink of an eye, she appeared in front of the giant in the giant's horrified eyes, and then ruthlessly shot out the sword and shot out.

The magic sword pierced into the throat of the molten giant, and this completely drew a sign of ending for his life. When the blood-colored light tangled like a thick thorn and rushed into the throat of the molten giant along the blade of the magic sword Tyr's edge, the wounds all over the giant immediately ushered in an unprecedented explosion.

The rain of fire splattered, and the melted blood almost converged into a river. The melted giant who reached the end also ran out of blood with the flow of blood, completely turning into a hard obsidian statue, and then suddenly fell apart, shattering pieces and falling on the dust.

The magic sword wrapped in blood-red thorns was also gathered up by its owner. With the charming blood color, the bloodthirsty magic sword looked satisfied and full at this time, which made the surrounding flame giants immediately stop their pace and step outside a safe distance.

As Hehuale repelled the molten giant, Ditrich also killed his target. The big sword he carried on his back was swung by him. The weapon that would not appear small even in the hands of the flame giant was now tricked by Ditrich.

Faced with this weapon that was enough to split himself, the melting giant seemed helpless and he was huge, but he seemed much clumsy. So when Dietrich rushed over with a giant sword, he had no way to resist.

Every time the giant sword slashed, the molten giant's body suddenly became shorter, which was what his body looked like after being cut off by the sharp sword.

As the body was cut off step by step, the molten giant immediately let out a huge whine, and then quickly lost movement. After killing the molten giant, Dietrich waved his sword and charged towards the flame giant surrounding him.

The bloody storm emerged with his movements. He was like a battlefield meat grinder, bringing the panic of death little by little to his enemies.

As one of the best heroes in Nordic mythology, Dietrich's performance did not damage his legendary reputation at all. Compared with Dietrich, Beowulf also had the same amazing performance.

He is a warrior with bare hands and the most reliable thing for him is his body. Therefore, even when facing the huge melting giant, he was not afraid at all. He stood up with his shirtlessness

The melted giant is two or three times the height and size of an ordinary giant, making it difficult for Beowulf, who has no weapons to rely on, to find the place where he mouths. But this does not mean that he has no other way. In fact, for this monster size, there are really few heroes in the entire Nordic world that can match him.

He quickly turned behind the molten giant with the help of his body. Before the clumsy giant turned around, he kicked it sideways and flew hard to the giant's Achilles tendon.

Even Beowulf's power is not inferior to the Molten Giant. In terms of his relatively petite body and his strength is concentrated, just one kick. The Molten Giant's hard skin and stone-like musculoskeleton were forcibly broken by Beowulf with brute force. The Molten Giant, who suddenly suffered such a heavy blow, was powerless to stop him. He could only scream, and then he threw himself forward to the ground with the rumbling sound.

As soon as the giant fell to the ground, Beowulf immediately climbed up along the giant's body and went upwards. Whether it was knees, waist, hips, or spine, they were forcibly destroyed by Beowulf with his hands and feet. It can be said that under his violent destruction, the melting giant had completely lost the possibility of moving again.

But Beowulf did not stop his movements. He had confronted the monster many times and understood that if he didn't kill such a big guy for the first time, he would probably have an unlucky thing like being turned over. So when the giant thrust down, he used his arm to penetrate his heart from the back of the molten giant.

The powerful strange force instantly smashed the giant's heart into pieces, and the giant, which had lost its core, completely walked towards the end. His body turned into a broken stone. Beowulf, who walked out of the stone, held his unsightly burned arm and shouted with beastly spirit.

"Roar, for Asgard"

In this loud and terrifying shout, all the heroes roared loudly with fighting spirits. Seeing that the situation had been opened, Brenheld immediately put away his shield, then raised the magic sword Gramo in his hand, and towards the craziest flame giant that was still bustling ahead, he suddenly cut the magic sword down fiercely.

The dragon fire that condensed the soul power of the evil dragon instantly sprinkled every inch of land Brenheld saw, and all the flame giants above it were immediately melted into ashes under the raging dragon fire.

Under the dragon fire, even the flame giants that are equivalent to immune to flames have no place to rely on. After all, the dragon fire is the most powerful force among monsters, not something that their relatively inferior beings can resist. So in just a moment, a huge emptied terrain appeared in the middle of the entire battlefield.

But this made the surrounding fire giants who survived the disaster immediately intimidated by it, and then ran towards his camp like a little girl who encountered some terrifying monster.

This is a fleeing on the battlefield. With the emergence of the fleeing, many fire giants joined the fleeing team one after another, and the scale became larger and larger until all the enemies seen in front of them were swept by this panic, and then a situation that was enough to change the direction of the war was formed.

Faced with such a situation, Brenheld naturally did not waste such an opportunity, so she immediately raised the sword high, and used the dragon fire of the sky and the white light on the shield as a signal to send a signal of an attack on the entire army to all the heroes.

"It's time for the heroes to fight to the decisive battle, and charge for Asgard and for victory."

The dawn of victory has appeared, and the heroes who were stimulated by everything they saw in front of them shouted, roaring and chasing the fleeing enemy. The past war has almost been one-sided. In this case, the Asgardians all thought that victory was already in the reach of the point.

However, Muros, who was standing on a mountain from afar and watching all this, was unwilling to admit his failure. He looked at the conspicuous Valkyrie Brenheld in the distance, who could attract people's gaze infinitely, but grinned, revealing his sharp fangs and let out such a low roar.

"Brenheld, do you think you can win this way? You underestimate me too much, and it's too early to say victory now."

Speaking of this, Muros suddenly stretched out his hand to the slurry pool where he was, and then smiled wildly with singularity.

"Come out, Gromross takes your descendants and come out to let the Asgardians see how far away the fantasy of victory is, how foolish they are, and they will choose us as their opponents."

As he said, the slurry rolling pool of melting water suddenly rioted, and the rolling melting hit the surrounding walls like a wave. The huge force made the barriers of the stone begin to shatter into pieces bit by bit. As the slurry rolled higher and higher, the figure of a huge monster came out of the slurry.

It was a lizard-like head and a snake-like neck. Just the head was poked out, there were monsters far from the height of the giant. With such a slender head as a snake, more and more snake-like heads were poked out. After the ninth snake's head was poked out, a huge body stepped on the rolling molten, winding and climbing outside the molten pool

At this time, the true appearance of this monster was completely revealed

It was a huge snake-like monster with nine heads, and a demon called Hydra. Of course, unlike Hydra, the symbol of Hydra organization, this Hydra is now a monster composed of flames and melts. Whether it is scales, ** or the blood flowing in the body, they are replaced by flames and melts. It is precisely because of this that it has a completely different name. Shamanla

Shamanla, the incarnation of the fire element, also represents the flame and molten monster. Its appearance not only means that a monster has joined the battlefield, but also means that a legion that the King of Fire Demons is proud of has joined here.
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