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Snow dust suddenly descended, scattering across the faces of the two giants.
They opened their hazy eyes, shook their heads, and unsteadily rose to their feet once more.
Again, without any semblance of tactics, they relied solely on brute force as they charged towards the enraged demon, their footsteps making the ground tremble.
The flame giant's fire sword suddenly erupted to a hundred meters in length, powerful fire elements entwining around its body.
Leighton thrust his pitch-black claws deep into the giant sword, forcefully tearing that immense energy blade into two halves, which dissipated into the air as strands of natural essence.
Seeing the giant sword in its hand suddenly return to its original state, the flame giant let out a dejected sigh.
The moment it raised its head to look at the demon again, a pair of enormous crimson hands swiftly grabbed at it.
The demon lifted its colossal body, along with the flesh and snow dust, and under the blood-red moonlight, violently plunged it into the icy ocean.
It continued to torment the powerless giant until it once again lost consciousness, its limbs drooping lifelessly towards the earth's center.
Behind it, the ice giant charged towards Leighton, step by thunderous step.
The tremendous force made the demon feel a strong impact through the surging of the blood ocean.
It held the unconscious flame giant in its hand, swung it around a few times, and smashed it hard towards the ice giant's head.
Bang!
The massive impact suddenly shook off a piece of the mountaintop.
Violent debris and snow dust shattered on the hard ground, erupting into a blast of cold air that knocked down everyone present.
Bracing against the airflow, the members of the Pale Mage Association wore looks of utter shock in their eyes.
They simply couldn't fathom that those two giants, as large as small mountains, could be so helpless before the demon.
They stood there, not even realizing that they had been knocked over and were lying on the snow plain.
There was no smell of blood in the surrounding snow dust. At some point, they had been teleported to a towering place far from the battle.
The entire vast Northern Ice Plains had now become a battlefield for the demon and the giants.
That crimson, ferocious crocodile-like creature swung its sticky saliva, holding the giants in its hands and repeatedly smashing them into the ground as if playing with toys.
Dick stood beside Vladimir and slowly asked:
"General, with your vast experience, can you explain this scene to everyone?"
Vladimir reached out and gave Dick's neck a hard slap.
"Do I look like someone who's seen this kind of scene before?"
"Hurry up and count the casualties! Damn it!"
Dick endured the pain, chuckled a couple of times, and quickly ran down.
Vladimir lit up a cigar again, watching the shocking scene before him, and scratched his pale head.
"Tsk, sigh, this is a bit difficult to explain..."
The Pale Mage Association had come out in full force, initially just to push the barbarians back a hundred miles.
As a result, this campaign directly annihilated more than half of the Flame Sword and Pure Ice Claw.
Even if there were some remaining fragments, those barbarians would no longer pose a threat.
Even Vladimir had always believed that this would be a battle with heavy casualties.
He hadn't expected that the barbarians would summon two enormous giants when they were on the brink of danger.
However, what surprised him even more was that following the appearance of the giants, a demon with a form as if it could swallow the sky appeared right after.
A demon helping humans to exterminate barbarians?
This headline would cause a sensation even if it were published in the capital.
Biting his cigar, Vladimir took a deep breath, clearing his mind a bit.
Under this blood-colored sky, everyone watched the intense battle between the giants and the demon with their own eyes.
Or rather, a one-sided beating.
The demon seemed to deliberately retract its claws, using its red fists, as large as their heads, to viciously uppercut the giants' chins.
The powerful force threatened to shatter even their bones.
Another piercing punch followed, and the two giants, on the same line, had their ribs shattered into pieces.
Inside their bodies, their internal organs were in excruciating pain.
The constantly burning flames on the fire giant's body had dimmed considerably in this violent fist wind.
The frost giant dragged its pain-wracked body, intending to freeze the demon in the blood ocean.
Ice rose from the blood ocean, creeping towards the demon's legs.
But Leighton just blew a gentle breath.
The hard ice now shattered completely, like thin slices.
Its giant tail, covered in steel scales, whipped violently, and the frost giant's legs shattered completely, like breaking ice.
It fell to the ground, letting out a painful wail, the tens of meters high white cold air very noticeable under the blood moon.
Countless mages and wizards stood on the cliff.
Watching the scene before them, they couldn't help but excitedly shout:
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"Beautiful! Well done!"
"That punch, awesome!"
"Cut its middle! Cut its middle!"
Amidst the shouts of catharsis, it seemed as if even the hatred between the barbarians was bestowed upon those two pitiful ice and fire giants.
Gwen, however, stared blankly, looking at this scene with great confusion.
"Why?"
That demon, which could be called a world-ending existence, was now brutally attacking the two giants.
No one felt fear or dread; they even patted the ground, cheering wildly.
This was completely different from what she had imagined.
"You think demons will definitely slaughter humans?"
"You think humans will definitely fear demons?"
The voice behind her sounded leisurely, as if carrying some kind of magic, guiding her consciousness.
"Why?"
Gwen opened her mouth, but everything she wanted to say was stuck in her throat, unable to come out.
Any words seemed pale and powerless in this moment.
Since the appearance of demons in history, including the last appearance of the Greed Demon in the capital.
Every time, humans were always the side with heavy casualties.
They were the source of fear for humans.
But...
How to explain the scene before her eyes.
"You're not wrong in your thinking, demons and humans indeed cannot coexist."
"But they have always existed around us."
Viktor's voice kept lingering in her ear.
"Pride, envy, wrath, sloth, greed, gluttony, lust. Seven emotions, corresponding to all the sources of demons. Doesn't it seem strange?"
"Because these seven emotions can only be possessed simultaneously by emotionally rich creatures like humans."
Suddenly, Viktor chuckled lightly.
"The demon before your eyes is the embodiment of wrath."
"Guess, why did it appear?"
Gwen suddenly widened her eyes, staring blankly at the demon in front of her, watching its battle, watching those mages clapping and cheering.
A trembling sensation rose from her heart.
"Because of... the Delin family?"
As if realizing something, Gwen's voice trembled slightly.
"Because of the anger in their hearts."
Viktor's hand rested on her head, as if comforting her, with a hint of satisfaction in his tone.
"Don't mind it, although you also bear the Delin name, the things this family has done have nothing to do with you."
"I know you are very clear about Angus's deep sins."
A red formation suddenly lit up behind Viktor, without even engraving patterns and runes, just simple flames burning around the two of them.
Under the blood moon, the warm light seemed a bit out of place.
But the fire indeed warmed Gwen a bit, at least helping her successfully calm down.
But Viktor's words didn't stop.
"Their anger became food for the demon, so the demon appeared and helped them."
Similarly,
Viktor's voice turned a few degrees colder.
"Their existence cannot bring benefits to Angus."
"So, the steel fortress of the North isolates them outside."
Who exactly is the demon? Who is righteous?
Gwen closed her eyes, feeling that the knight's faith she had always believed in seemed to be collapsing.
As a knight, one should guard a place.
But the true scene was happening right before her eyes.
The years of unceasing casualties in the North got their answer here.
Angus had always been shaping a fair and just image for himself.
Even now, countless knights were still admiring him because of his influence, because of his "justice".
The northerners living inside the northern fortress were also grateful to this "hero" at all times.
They were wholeheartedly weaving their own justice within the fortress.
Yet they made everyone ignore the people further north, outside the northern border.
They are also humans, also fellow countrymen of the empire.
However, information was blocked within the fortress, and everyone was praising Angus.
Praising this righteous great knight.
Finally, Viktor stepped out.
He completely tore apart that hypocritical justice, the ugly face of the Delin family that had been there from the beginning.
Deliberately, he laid it out in front of her.
"Look, Gwen."
"Look at this most real scene happening before your eyes."
Gwen's lips turned pale.
The battle was not over yet.
That huge demon grabbed the head of the flame giant that was constantly rolling on the snow plain, lifting it up.
It viciously stuffed it into the ground, punching the broken head again and again.
Its resistance gradually stopped, and the flames on its body slowly extinguished.
But the demon still continued.
In Viktor's eyes, the flame giant's health bar was about to reach zero.
Countless mages and wizards even released various explosive magic in the sky above as fireworks to celebrate, with waves of excited voices rising higher and higher.
"Good!"
"Continue! Continue!"
"Don't stop!"
"Woohoo!"
They kept venting the anger in their hearts, which made the red light on Leighton's body grow stronger and stronger.
Until it completely illuminated the gloomy sky.
The frost giant naturally couldn't escape its fate either.
Leighton picked up a sharp piece of ice and viciously stabbed it into the snow plain.
It grabbed the frost giant's head, which was wrapped in layers of ice and stone, and smashed it hard onto that sharp ice.
It was determined to test whether the giant's head was stronger or the ice was superior.
Accompanied by splashing blood, the demon became more and more violent, swinging with increasing frequency.
Finally, the health bars of the two giants were completely empty.
Their bodies turned into natural energy, gradually dissipating with the violent snow and wind.
The demon spat out the blood in its giant mouth fiercely.
A long roar to the sky, accompanied by the flood-like cheers of the crowd, echoed throughout the extreme north.
"They once placed their hopes on the northern knights."
"But hope never got a response."
Viktor looked at the front with satisfaction, at Leighton showcasing its power, at those mages and wizards shouting in excitement, feeling extremely satisfied.
"Do you see?"
"Those self-proclaimed righteous knights are not even as good as Demon."
Gwen lowered her eyebrows, biting her lip.
Something seemed to flash in the depths of her eyes, her mood unable to calm for a long time.
As a knight, seeing a demon helping humans while the knights guarding the northern border dared not show themselves from the shadows.
It exactly matched the facts Viktor had stated.
When the bloody reality was presented before her, the vague sense of justice in her heart seemed to be collapsing.
At this moment, even she herself didn't know what belief she had been holding onto.
"I..."
Suddenly, a finger stood on her lips, preventing her from speaking.
Viktor rested his chin on Gwen's shoulder, his voice very soft, blowing into her ear, tickling her.
"Shh—"
This incredibly intimate action made Gwen feel slightly numb.
Similarly, that voice that only Gwen could hear sounded by her ear.
"I told you."
"You just need to believe in me, that's all."
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To Be Continued...