Muros is the most special general under the command of Sirter, the King of the Flame Demon. He is also the leader of the First Army of the Flame Giant.

It may not be possible to say that he can fight. At least compared with the Shamanla Snake of the Elemental Legion, his combat power is simply not worth mentioning. In terms of real combat power, he is even a little stronger than the lava giant.

However, such a person can become the leader of the First Army under the command of the Fire Demon King without any meaning, which is enough to illustrate his ability.

Muros is one of the few guys with a big picture view among the Flame Giants. He is a wise strategist, not a brave warrior. Although this is nothing great for the Flame Giants. Even his wisdom can only show off his might in this country full of muscles. But he is indeed a special existence.

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

Muros is not a traditional flame giant born. He is an artificial giant created with the fire demon king Surtel himself and his own blood. As such a special existence, he has an extraordinary ability. It is precisely because of this ability that he has a loud nickname among the flame giant - the Heart of the Legion.

There has always been only the wrong name, no nickname. The nickname of Legion Heart actually clearly shows his abilities. Just as Muros can summon the Elemental Legion and the Shamanla Snake from the magma pool, he has the power to rely on the medium to summon the flaming giant legion.

The fifty legions under the command of the Fire Demon King were all within his summoning range. And when he exerted his abilities to the limit, he could even pull all of these fifty legions to the battlefield.

And now, it is the time when Muros put his abilities to his limits. Because at this moment, he has crushed his heart.

It was a heart like a gem like Quintgangerde, and above that heart was magical blood like a flowing red crystal. The blood tangled around the heart like a rune, providing strength to Muros and shaping vitality for Muros. But now, all this has been broken.

The broken heart not only ended Muros' life, but also put the power given to him by Surtel to the limit. At the moment the heart was broken, a huge fire emerged from the position of the heart out of thin air, and then fell to the ground like a falling flower.

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

The unimaginable high temperature came from the flame, making Gramo himself burn red in an instant. The magic sword was wailing in pain, and Brenheld's hand holding the sword was burned and bloomed in an instant, and it was not so good. The power of the flame was beyond terrifying power. Although Brenheld was still enduring the cruel high temperature, the unicorn under her could no longer hold on.

This strange flame had the aura of Sirtel, the king of the Fire Demon, and such a breath was too terrifying for the unicorn. So much so that when the flame had just shown some power, the unicorn had already waved its wings regardless of the slightest, and rushed out with Brenheld.

This may be a good thing for the Savior for the unicorn, but for Brenheld, it is a big deal.

Without Brenheld's block, the flames suddenly accelerated and then suddenly fell to the ground. Then, endless fires that could be seen by the naked eye burst out, swallowing everything around and completely changing everything that existed.

The plants and other things on the surface were transformed into ashes, while the soil, stones and hard gravel were completely melted into liquid magma.

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

Something began to rise from inside, and it was a warrior in giant posture. It was not one, nor a group, but an innumerable number, far exceeding the number of Asgard's army at the moment. There were ordinary giants in the middle, and there were guys as big as lava giants. In addition, there were giants with half-human and half-beasts, giants with mounts, and monsters with strange looks, with several arms and heads, and seemingly domineering. There were all kinds of people, and the scalp was numb.

Looking at such a giant army, even Brenheld, who had been through many battles, frowned deeply, and a gloomy sorrow condensed between his eyebrows.

She could see clearly that the types here almost included all the armies under the command of the King of Flame Demon. According to the current situation, the fifty legions under the command of the King of Flame Demon, plus the previous First Legion and Elemental Legion, are all here.

This was enough to make the flame giant roll over a bug blocking the road like a rolling wheel, crushing all the soldiers gathered here in Asgard into pieces. But that was something that Brenheld would never want to see.

So she immediately shouted to her sisters.

"Stop these giants quickly and don't let them cross the world through this lava to come here. As if that were the case, all our efforts were completely in vain!"

Speaking of this, she ignored the burns on her hands and raised the still burning Gramo in her hands, releasing the deadly dragon fire again.

With her, there were many Valkyrie behind her, magic, artifacts, or their own divine power. Each Valkyrie was desperately releasing his power and projecting towards the expanding lava transformed circle on the ground.

The swelling dragon fire and countless lights gathered together, turning into pure white flame-like light columns, and flew into bombarding the giant legion that appeared in the lava. The Valkyrie's meaning was very consistent, that is, even if the magic lava that could not destroy this summoning legion would have to give them a heavy blow before these legions arrived.

However, until the matter came to an end, they realized that everything was nothing but their own powerless struggles and their own futile fantasy.

When the light column that gathered the power of Valkyrie reached the lava, a huge figure appeared. It was an extremely clear figure, just like the King of Fire Demons who appeared in the main hall of Odin Golden Palace, but it was clearer, more distinguishable, more fearful and panicable.

The black and golden horns like goats lie on the head of this tall giant, like a majestic mountain peak, making him look as majestic as if he was wearing a crown. The burning flames filled his entire head, making his face look extremely blurry. Although it was blurry, it was enough to make people barely see his facial features. The hideous and arrogant expression made people feel unimaginable majestic and domineering at first glance.

The muscular body is as tall and powerful as the flame giant, but it is stronger and more explosive visual impact. Just the surface of the armor scales and the red crystal-like blood vessels exposed through the gaps in the skin make him look full of power and oppression.

The King of Flame Demon Sirtel showed his figure at this time. Although it was not the original body, it was just an illusion that was extremely similar to the original body. However, it also had overwhelming terrifying power. This was especially true for the Valkyrie present.

Faced with the attack of Valkyrie, the tall and extremely tall King of Fire Demon only acted as the last time to hold the sword and slash, and the pure white light column was instantly annihilated in the void. And when he made another move that seemed to hold the sword and pressed down suddenly, the invisible power instantly turned into a hot storm, blowing all the Valkyrie in the air away from a distance.

At this time, Surtel looked at Brenheld, who was standing there in the air, barely remaining motionless, and showed a free and happy smile.

"Brenheld, the Valkyrie I like. Unexpectedly, we meet again. Why, now you have changed your mind and plan to offer everything you have to me?"

"Surtel!" Brenheld still made such a stubborn voice, "Never, you demon. I will never surrender like you!"

"Ha, ha!" Hearing this answer, the King of Fire Demons laughed disdainfully. "What I admire most is your stubborn personality. However, if you are too stubborn, you are stupid. At this time, do you think you will have any chance to turn the tables? Or do you think you will have any hope?"

"Look at your face. My army is ready to go. In just a few minutes, they can walk out of this gate and officially enter your Asgard world. And at that time, what ability do you have to stop them and organize the rampant flames? By you? Or your already unconscious father? Or the reinforcements you invited?"

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

Is there really no hope? Looking at such a arrogant King of Flame Demons, Brenheld's heart was almost sinking. But she did not completely lose hope because she knew that there was a last light for all this. As long as that light was still there, things would still turn around.

But where is the dawn now? Brenheld was already anxious. At this moment, a familiar whisper rang in her ears.
Chapter completed!