Chapter 591

Mu Ross is one of the most special generals under the Balrog Lord Sulter. Also the leader of Flame Giant's First Army.

It may not be possible that he can fight. At the very least, compared with the Sharman Rasnake of Element Legion, his combat effectiveness is not worth mentioning. In terms of real combat effectiveness, he is even a little stronger than the lava giant.

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

Mu Ross is one of the few guys in Flame Giant who has a big picture. He is a wise counselor, not a brave warrior. Although this is not at all for Flame Giant. Even to say that his resourcefulness can only dominate in this country full of muscles. But he is indeed a special existence.

And the most special thing is not here, the most special thing is his identity.

Mu Ross is not the Flame Giant born in tradition. He is an artificial giant made with own blood by the Lord of the Flames, Sirtel himself. And as such a special existence, he has an extremely extraordinary ability. It is precisely because of this ability that he has a resounding nickname in Flame Giant-the Heart of Legion.

There has never been a wrong name, no nickname. The nickname of Legion's Heart actually made it clear about his abilities. Just like Mu Ross can summon the elemental Legion and Samantha from the lava pool, he has the power to rely on the medium, the summon Flame Giant Legion.

The fifty large Legions under the Lord of the Flames are all within his summon range. And when he exerted his own ability to the limit, he could even bring all the fifty Legions down to the battlefield.

And now, it is time for Mu Ross to maximize his own ability. Because at this moment, he has crushed his own heart.

That is a heart like a gemstone like Kunt Gander, and above that heart is the magical blood like a flowing crimson crystal. The blood entangled around the heart like a rune, providing strength to Mu Ross and shaping life force for Mu Ross. But now, all of this is broken.

The breaking of the heart not only ended the life of Mu Ross, but also maximized the power that Sirtel gave him. At the moment the heart was broken, a huge flame emerged from the position of the heart out of thin air, and then fell down to the ground like a falling flower.

The appearance of this flame made Brunhild instinctively feel something abnormal. So she immediately stretched out Grammer in her hand and slashed towards the falling flames. However, the moment her sword edge touched the flame, she couldn't help but shock.

The unimaginable high temperature came from this flame, causing Glamour itself to be burnt red instantly. Divine Sword wailed in pain, and Brunhild's sword-holding hand was burnt with torn skin and gaping flesh in an instant. The power of the flame is beyond terrifyingly powerful, even though Brunhild is still enduring the cruel heat desperately. But the unicorn under her could no longer hold on.

This strange flame has the aura of the Balrog King Surter, and such aura is too terrifying for unicorns. So that when the flames just showed some power, the unicorn had already waved its wings regardless, and took Brunhild and rushed out.

For the unicorn, this may be a good thing for the Savior, but for Brunhild, it is a bad thing.

Without Brunhild's block, the flame suddenly accelerated, and then plummeted to the ground. Then, the naked eye visible, the endless fierce fire burst out, swallowing everything around, completely changing all the things that existed.

Plants and other things on the ground are turned into ashes, while the soil, stones and hard gravel are completely melted and turned into liquid lava.

The flames raged into a perfect circle, and in this circle, the red rolling lava had begun to restlessly restlessly, emitting weird and messy power fluctuations.

Something started to rise from inside, it was a warrior in a giant figure. Not one, not a group, but an uncountable number, far exceeding the number of Asgard's troops at the moment. There are ordinary giants in the middle, as well as lava giants the size of a mountain. In addition, also half human half beast looks like a giant, riding a mount like a giant. And a weird looking giant with several arms and heads, looking mighty and domineering. There are everything, and the variety makes the scalp numb.

While looking at such an army of giants, even the experienced Brunhild frowned deeply, condense a gloomy sadness between the eyebrows.

She could see clearly that the types in it almost included all the armies under the command of the Balrog King. According to the current situation, the fifty Legions under the Balrog King, plus the previous First Army regiments and elemental Legions have all been counted here.

This is enough to make Flame Giant like a rolling wheel running over an insect blocking the way, crushing all the fighters gathered here by Asgard into debris. And such a situation is something Brunhild would never want to see.

So she immediately shouted to the own sister.

"Quickly stop these giants, don't let them cross the world through this lava to come here. In that case, all our efforts have been completely wasted!"

Speaking of this , Ignoring the burn on oneself's hand, she held up Glamor, who was still hot in her hand, and once again released the deadly dragon fire.

With her also there are many Martial Goddess behind her. Magic, divine tool, or its own divine force, each Martial Goddess is desperately releasing its own power, and projecting toward the circle formed by the expanding lava above the ground.

The soaring dragon fire and countless brilliance gathered together, and turned into a pure white flame-like beam of light, flying towards the giant Legion who appeared in the lava and bombed. The meaning of Martial Goddess is very consistent, that is, even if the magic lava of this summon Legion cannot be destroyed, they must be hit hard enough before the Legion descends.

However, they didn't realize that everything was just oneself's powerless struggle, oneself's futile fantasy, until the matter developed to the back.

When the beam of light that gathered the power of Martial Goddess reached the lava, a huge silhouette appeared. It was an extremely clear silhouette, which was exactly similar to the Balrog King who appeared in the great hall of Odin's Golden Palace, but it was clearer, more distinguishable, and more fearful and scary.

The black golden male sheep-like horns entangled on the head of this tall, majestic mountain-like giant, making him look as majestic as wearing a crown. The blazing flames covered his entire head, making his face look extremely vague. Although vague, it was enough to make people barely see his features. The arrogant expression made people feel as soon as they looked. To the unimaginable majesty and domineering.

The muscle knotted body is the same tall and mighty as Flame Giant, but it is stronger and has more explosive visual impact. The scaly surface skin of the armor and the crimson crystal-like blood vessels exposed through the gaps in the skin made him look full of strength and oppression.

Sulter, Lord of the Balrog, showed his figure at this time. Although it is not the ontology, it is just an illusion very similar to the ontology. But it also possesses an overwhelming terrifying power. This is especially true for the Martial Goddess present.

Faced with the attack of Martial Goddess, the extremely tall Balrog King just assumed the posture of holding a sword and slashing as he did last time, and the pure white beam of light instantly became Oblivion in the void. . And when he once again made the action of holding a sword and pressing down suddenly. The invisible power instantly turned into a hot storm, blowing all the Martial Goddess in the air far away.

At this time, Surtel looked at in midair and insisted on being there, barely maintaining Brunhild. There was a willful smile.

"Brownhild, Martial Goddess that I like. Didn't expect, we meet again. Why, now you have changed your mind and intend to offer me everything you have Is it?"

"Sulter!" Biting his lips tightly, Brunhild still made such a sound stubbornly. "Never, you demon. I will never give in like you!"

"Ha, ha!" Hearing such an answer, the Balrog laughed disdainfully. "What I admire most is your stubborn character. However, being too stubborn is stupid. At this time, do you think you will have any chance of comeback? Or do you think there is any hope for oneself? Is it?"

"Look in front of you, my army is ready to go. In just a few minutes, they will be able to walk out of this door and officially enter the world of your Asgard. At that time, what ability did you have to stop them and organize the raging flames? By you? Or by your unconscious father? Or the reinforcements you invited?"

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

Is there really no hope? Seeing such an invincible Balrog King, Brunhild's heart was almost sinking. But she didn't at all completely lost hope, because she knew that all this also gave the last light. As long as the glimmer of light is still there, things are still turning around.

But where is this dawn now? Brunhild was already distraught. And at this time, a familiar whisper rang in her ears.

"Elder sister, take them to avoid, as far as possible. Your hero will appear soon!"