“Why Did You Piss Him Off? He’s the Evil God’s Lackey!”

Chapter 127: And Here I Thought You Were Tough



Chapter 127: And Here I Thought You Were Tough

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A sea of crimson, like an inverted ocean, engulfed everything in sight.

The overflowing rage seemed to envelop the demon before them, as fear spread across the entire ice field.

A colossal shadow loomed over the snow-covered plain, with scarlet flakes striking people's faces like countless sharp needles piercing their skin.

Even the physically robust barbarians felt a more distinct pain.

Leighton's scarlet body barely squeezed out from beneath the sky, its foot stomping violently on the glacier, shattering it into powder.

"Ha!"

The tremendous roar, accompanied by the opening of a blood-red maw, echoed for hundreds of miles. It seemed as if the next moment, it would swallow the blood-colored moon hanging in the sky.

Its four limbs extended pitch-black claws, tearing apart the ice ocean and deeply embedding into the withered crimson earth.

The demon continuously absorbed the red aura in the air, as countless strands of energy formed a scarlet and blackish vortex, constantly swirling in the gloomy sky above.

Demons, by nature, feed on the emotions and desires of living beings to provide an endless source of power for their growth.

If emotions were abundant enough, they could even evolve into cruel beasts capable of devouring the world.

All along the way, Leighton had been consuming the countless instances of anger created between the Pale Mage Association and the barbarians.

Moreover, during the previous academy assessment, the emotions of tens of thousands of students were also devoured by Leighton.

At this moment, it was even more powerful than Yem from before.

Level 50—

Compared to the two giants at level forty-five, this was simply a crushing situation for Leighton.

Moreover, their status was no match for that of a demon.

Strictly speaking, those giants of flame and ice were not the true demigods.

Even the legendary demigods existing in the far north had lifespans as a crucial limiting factor.

The true Leviathan and Skadi had been slumbering beneath this snow-covered far north for who knows how long.

Although there indeed existed some little-known summoning methods, these barbarians were incapable of awakening the true demigod giants.

They were merely descendants of the demigod giants left behind in this far northern land.

Giants without a trace of inherited divine power.

At this moment, whether it was the Pale Mage Association or the remaining barbarians from the two tribes, they completely lost control of their emotions after the appearance of the enormous demon.

Continuously devouring emotions and still growing, the scarlet crocodile suddenly felt the source of emotions diminish by half, instantly feeling very displeased.

They had even forgotten their corresponding fear; how could they still generate anger?

And those naturally brainless barbarians, apart from fear, lacked even more in thinking ability.

After all, they didn't even know what a demon was.

Only those well-traveled mages, looking at the terrifyingly huge creature before them, had pale and grave expressions.

""A demon...?"

Vladimir, with a cigar in his mouth, narrowed his eyes and coldly gazed at the enormous being standing on the ice ocean.

In the snowstorm, the goose feather-sized snow had turned into swirling scarlet iron flakes. The cigar in his mouth had long been extinguished and broken by the wind, and his white fur coat flapped wildly in the tearing gale.

The people of the Pale Mage Association had already turned deathly pale. Their eyes were wide open, their lips trembling, seemingly unable to control the fear constantly seeping from their bodies.

Erica also stared wide-eyed at the huge demon before her, her eyebrows fluttering, as if painful memories were flashing through her mind.

Why?

Why would a demon appear here?

Such doubts naturally didn't just occur to Erica alone.

Similarly, Gwen's face was extremely heavy, with the wildly dancing iron flakes constantly swirling around her armor.

Whenever the scarlet flakes were about to touch her, they would avoid her as if they had consciousness.

No, to be precise, they were avoiding Viktor.

She admitted that she was a knight.

But that didn't mean she was as brainless as those berserkers.

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

Why would there be such a coincidental situation?

Demons were rarely seen once in a hundred years, yet in just a few short months, demons had appeared twice in succession?

Coincidentally, Viktor was present each time.

She felt her body grow slightly cold. Even though she was leaning against Viktor's embrace, once she thought about how that demon might be related to Viktor...

When she thought about that cruel demon and the heroically sacrificed warriors...

She couldn't help but connect that demon from that incident with Viktor.

The arrogant expressions of those barbarians had long since vanished, replaced by extreme fear.

Faced with such an almost invincible existence, their hearts only wanted to escape.

But whenever they were about to move to run away.

As soon as their bodies moved slightly, those flying flakes in the sky would pierce through their sturdy bodies.

Like turning into powder, even their flesh had no shape, exploding into a red mist that slowly dissipated.

The white snow plain did not become deep due to the red moonlight; the blood color dyed the earth red until it turned black.

Seeing this scene before them, even those physically weak mages dared not move, fearing they would instantly evaporate under the demon's indiscriminate attack.

At this moment, Gwen felt her limbs stiffen, too cold to know how to think.

She wanted to believe that all this had nothing to do with Viktor, but the appearance of the huge demon in front of her kept reminding Gwen.

Viktor, what exactly are you doing?

"Listen to me," suddenly, a familiar voice sounded behind her, bringing a sense of reassurance and steadiness to Gwen's ears.

"Just trust me, that's all you need to do."

"..."

Gwen turned her head slightly, wanting to look at Viktor's face, to see his expression.

But Viktor remained as cold as ever, his gaze only looking at the sky, at the battlefield that had formed between the demon and the giants in front of them.

Gwen remained silent.

At this moment, how she wished her sense of justice could return to her.

That way, she could scrutinize Viktor with an absolutely impartial gaze.

Rather than now...

Just hearing his words, she instinctively wanted to believe him.

The erupting scarlet iron flakes completely shredded countless fleeing barbarians.

Under the blood moon, the red deepened further.

On the horizon, it seemed as if a constantly sinking black cloud appeared, falling towards the earth.

Although the demon's shadow loomed over everyone, including the mages who were confronting the barbarians among the crowd.

Yet those mages remained unharmed.

As if deliberately avoiding them, those iron flakes seemed to have consciousness, able to automatically distinguish between humans and barbarians.

Those terrifying flakes seemed to only affect the barbarians.

Under this sky full of flying flakes, their bodies were like thin paper.

The Pale Mage Association's side was completely stunned.

They watched helplessly as the barbarians around them were shredded into blood mist one after another, their flesh turning to powder and sinking into the snow plain.

In their hearts, an absurd thought began to sprout.

This demon... it seemed... completely... to have no intention of targeting them?

The demon couldn't possibly be here to help them... could it?

How could that be possible?

But the scene before their eyes couldn't be fake.

Countless barbarians kept fleeing across the snow plain, accompanied by despair and sky-piercing wails.

They even used their comrades as shields, but in the blink of an eye, two bodies would quickly disappear from the world.

Soon, even the last barbarian turned to dust, exploding into red mist.

On the snow plain, high piles of flesh powder had already accumulated.

The entire ice ocean had been dyed completely red by countless blood, not dissipating for a long time.

In this battle, the Icy Claw and the Flame Sword had brought out countless powerful main forces.

Their numbers even reached tens of thousands.

Yet in this one night, they were all buried in this far north, on this far northern ice plain.

This was a one-sided massacre.

Those mages looked at the bloody scene before them, only coming to their senses when the smell of blood entered their noses and mouths.

The battle was over.

But they didn't feel relieved.

Because this was just the beginning.

Sensing the terrifying enemy, the two giants raised their heads, facing the towering demon together.

Leighton looked at the two giants, half a body smaller than itself, and immediately laughed.

That chaotic sound came from all directions, gathering towards where the demon was, entering everyone's ears.

The massive, trembling laughter carried disdain and playfulness.

As if completely enraged, the two giants swung their sword blades and giant claws, launching a swift attack towards the sky-high Leighton.

Their footsteps on the snow plain were enough to raise snow waves a hundred meters high.

Those snow particles accompanied by blood seemed to solidify into waves, suddenly trembling.

The flame giant danced with its giant sword, whistling through the air, seeming to be the only bright color in this blood-colored world.

Flames instantly entwined around the giant sword in both hands, a hundred-meter-high flame suddenly surged up, piercing through the dark cloud layer, fiercely slashing out like a meteor towards the demon.

The ice giant's limbs were covered in ice, a pair of huge ice claws instantly tearing apart the sea of blood beneath its feet, swinging with a cold light towards Leighton.

Under the pincer attack of two blows, Leighton remained calm, its pitch-black claws grasping the incoming flame.

The other hand picked up the ice giant like a chicken, dangling it in its hand, the ice unable to even pierce through the skin of its scarlet body.

A crimson light flashed in Leighton's eyes, coldly staring at the 'giants' before it who didn't know their own limitations.

"Want to play a game?"

"The kind where you punch me once, and I punch you once."

The two giants naturally couldn't understand the demon's language. They kept struggling with their giant claws and sword blades, but couldn't regain even a bit of freedom from Leighton's grasp.

Suddenly, Leighton roared fiercely, its pitch-black claws instantly clenching into a fist, punching the ice giant thrown in mid-air flying.

The huge body quickly flew out, breaking through the constantly rising iron flakes in the air, crashing heavily into the snow-covered mountain range.

The other giant was even more pitiful. It was held in the demon's hand, constantly rubbed on the snow plain, like a rag, violently smashed against the huge rocks.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The flame giant was on its last breath under the terrifying impact.

After the tremors, the entire ice plain fell into a long silence.

The demon's chaotic voice, as if rising from beneath the ice ocean, was incomparably muffled.

"Is that all?"

"And here I thought you were tough."

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To Be Continued..

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