The knight in the abyss

Chapter 575 Interference
On the ice field below the fortress, under the watchful eyes of observers from various forces in the multiverse, the god-born relied on his obviously superior strength to beat up the ancient white dragon.Their battlefield hit the ground from the sky, and Georgard's lightning spear condensed at will poked countless blood holes in Swafnir's body, but he himself seemed to have inexhaustible vitality, whether it was the white dragon's scratching , biting, or the breath full of death-cold breath, it seems that none of them can cause enough damage to the descendants of the gods.

Finally, Swafnier realized a fact that made him fear: if he continued to fight, he would die before his opponent.If it was still a young or adult white dragon, it would most likely stubbornly refuse to admit defeat and fight until the moment of death.But under the effect of the immortality of the steel ice field, it has lived for too long, and clearly knows the following facts:

If it takes too much damage, the dragon will die.

In addition, Swafnir also knew what was waiting for him after death, and he knew it very early on, so it passed through the Stoddt Gate and escaped from the Warrior Township to the Abyss—it must not be Death catches up.At this level, the white dragon met Kostchurch, and the strength, temper, and power of the angry prince were all very appetizing to it. Swafnier was convinced that the lord of the Iron and Ice Field was the only one worthy of his allegiance in the entire abyss, and even in the entire multiverse. Elite.

And Kostchurch, a demon who firmly believed that he was a frost giant, would of course feel extremely benefited from the initiative of the ancient white dragon, which was an honor that Solem did not get.On the contrary, this led to a very rare situation: the ancient white dragon was the only subordinate who did not pledge his loyalty to the abyss lord through an oath, and both Koschurch and Swafnir himself believed that That kind of thing is unnecessary.

In the countless centuries since then, there has been no evidence or sign that their thinking was wrong, and even now that Kostchurch is captured in the Nine Prisons, Swafnir remains loyal, convinced that sooner or later the Prince of Wrath will return to Iron The ice field, after all, is an abyss lord, and it is almost impossible for abyss lords to be killed. There is always a way for them to be resurrected—the abyss itself will resurrect them.

But Swafnir couldn't do it himself, and above all, he couldn't let death get hold of him.Yes, the white dragon has been injured: its wings have been poked several times, its right eye can hardly be opened due to an elbow blow, and its left front paw was completely broken after several times of fighting with the god-spawn's war hammer. crippled.But it still has the ability to escape. If it flies away without looking back, regardless of the battle situation behind it, Georgard, who relies on magic to fly, cannot catch up with it.

Of course, the consequences of this are clear, and those sworn-bound frost giants will still guard the master's lair-even if Kostchurch himself is not in it-and continue to fight desperately.But after losing their top combat strength, what awaited them was doomed defeat and the ensuing massacre.

But what's the matter with Swafnir?
Once he has made up his mind, Bailong is a resolute executor.It performed its proud wing attack: turning its body violently, and in the process, it suddenly spread its wings like an umbrella, knocking down (or repelling) the enemies around it and taking advantage of the momentum to fly into the air.After completing this whole set of actions, Swafnier flew south resolutely and without hesitation.

Georgard thought that the white dragon would turn around and dive after gaining a certain height, so he concentrated on the spot and prepared to take the move. When he realized what Swafnir's real intention was, the god-born burst out into a burst of ecstasy. Laughing, because He knows that victory is just around the corner, and its competitors are out of the game.

"My warriors! Swafnir, that cowardly worm, has run away!" Georgard's thunderous voice resounded from every corner of the battlefield, "Hurry up and look up, an ancient white dragon is holding you The tail escapes! This kind of sight is not seen every day!"

The morale of the followers of the descendants of the gods has reached the extreme. Although their numbers are still at a disadvantage, they are fanatical as if they can't wait to die in this battle. In addition, no one can limit Georgard's full play. Almost all observers concluded that the fight would be over within an hour, and that the Prince of Wrath was doomed to lose his dominion over this level.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.
There was a slight tremor on the ground at first, and before anyone could react, the tremor turned into a violent shaking, knocking everyone on both sides of the war to the ground.The ground in the center of the battlefield began to rise rapidly, as if a god taller than the mountains was stabbing upwards with a stick. When the highest point was almost parallel to the glacier fortress, the newly appeared mountain exploded.

Accompanied by a puff of black smoke that smelled of sulfur, orange-red magma spewed out from the mountain pass, like the bloody, hot body of Mother Earth.These '**' splashed in all directions, and the nearby frost giants couldn't dodge at all, and were swallowed by drops of viscous magma, like small bugs wrapped in amber.

It's clear that the volcano and its eruptions are not ordinary, and what happens next will make your stomach gag.The hot magma instantly melted the gray-blue skin of the frost giant, and then the flesh and blood under the skin turned into jelly like fish jelly, sliding off the skeleton little by little.Then came the internal organs. Huge tumors grew on the surface and expanded rapidly, squeezing the softened bones into a shape that made the scalp tingle.

In the end, the flesh and blood that had dripped onto the ground squirmed, like maggots, climbing up the skeleton that had already changed beyond recognition.The magma began to cool and harden, and was violently blasted away by the newborn demon inside, like a young dragon angrily smashing its own eggshell.

"My God, this is... the power of the abyss itself!"

"Impossible! Abyss never interferes directly..."

"Mother! Is this your will?"

The observers around the battlefield exclaimed one after another, and the same situation happened to countless frost giants.Their transformed images can vaguely recognize the shadows of giants, but they are nearly a third shorter, their waists are three times larger, and horns grow on their heads. They look more like demonized ogres... ...or a giantized Pluto?

Needless to say, the process of transformation has brought great pain to these hapless creatures. This pain has completely distorted their spirits, but they still need to vent, and for demons, there is always only one way to vent——

violence.

　Thanks to the imperial guards for the reward, and thanks to the monthly ticket voted by the emperor, thank you for your support!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)