I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

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"Hahahahahahahaha...that's right. If you want to kill me with this kind of thing, you are not enough!" Surut said with a sneer.

"How... so fast!?" Skadi was taken aback, and she quickly reminded: "Director Chaldea, it may be using Fenrir's power now! Hurry... take advantage of this moment-- "

"It's too late, little snowshoe girl!" Surut snorted disdainfully.

In the missing part of the flame whose head was reborn from the severed hand, only traces of hoarfrost gas could be seen suddenly bursting out from within the flame.

This should be absolutely impossible to happen to a life body whose whole body is essentially flame, but it happened to Surut.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, Surut's right hand grew a fluid right arm representing Frost.

It only covered the ground, and the flames scattered by its broken head all emitted blue flames.

That is a body of ice flame that symbolizes Surut... no, the fire of Surut and the ice of Fenrir.

Surut's body was covered by a dense frost film, and when it breathed lightly, the burning gas and the breath of freezing air spread in the air.

Surut once again stared at the insignificant thing less than a mile away. It looked around and faced Ailei: "You are the master of the Sixth Lost Belt, right? That share is rooted in the soul. The physical suppression is indeed good, but now my body is no longer afraid of the severe cold of the Netherland, let alone being suppressed by the abnormal soul.”

Ailei ignored it at all, and only had Du Lin in her eyes: "My lion, it is right, my power suppression has weakened."

"Goddess of Warcraft... I can compete with your strange power again."

Gorgon: "You inedible thing is worse than that tiny worm."

Surut laughed, and his eyes finally fell on Jin Protea.

In a sense, the one who gave it the fatal blow was the existence in front of him, which was taller than him, but... in its eyes, this was obviously just a group of illusory spirits, but it had such energy, but it also made it curious.

It didn't say anything to Emperor Hua, and finally turned its attention to Du Lin, and said unceremoniously: "You little devil, the power that allows you to drive the law of God is definitely not something on this planet. Existence like you, To be able to sit on the position of the leader of human salvation in pan-human history. This is really ironic!"

"So?" Du Lin taunted it blankly, and felt amused seeing its body covered with ice wolf magic patterns.

Surut's body was full of icy flames, which represented his dissatisfaction with the attitude of mere human beings.

"Your strength is only maintained at the wave just now, and you have resisted the wave of your attack. You have no chance of winning... There is no need to pretend, I have seen through your tricks. Summoning so many is just a fake. Besides- —”

Surut had a sinister smile on his huge face: "During the conversation, your feet have already covered my ice flame field. Hahahahahaha..."

"Are you finished?"

Du Lin still stared at it blankly.

"You..."

"I don't understand why you bosses keep hiding your hole cards. Wouldn't it be great to have a good fight? That way, you won't die so ugly." Du Lin shook his head, and the next sentence became cold in an instant. .

"Tiamat, the Lion King!"

He directly raised his hands high, and a crescent-shaped tin rod was condensed, pointing downward and to the side.

A series of cyclones injected from Tiamat's body, and the Lion King who had entered the space of the Book of Ten Thousand Principles of Durin at some time.

A total of twenty cyclones continued to cover, the void where Tiamat stood in the entire space, and the holy spear in the hands of the Lion King broke the boundaries of dimensions, presenting a twisted spiral.

"How is it possible... Are you really a human being? You still have so much magic power!?" Surut's tone was like seeing a ghost, unbelievable.

"Kill it!" Durin ordered.

"clear."

Tiamat gave Durin a dangerous look, then surrendered to the coerced boss in his arms, and then sang: "Aaaaaa——"

next moment.

The song of Tiamat resounded, and the frosty flames on the ground and the sea of fire in all directions were all turned into black mud.

All soils belonging to the continuation of the existence of 'Frost' and 'Flame' are eradicated.

The Lion King immediately held up the Holy Spear:

"Liberation of Thirteen Restraints——The Round Table Conference Begins!"

A few phantoms emerged and hastily succumbed to the Lion King's majesty.

"Restriction, lifted."

"Holy Lance, Pull Anchor!—The Lance that Shines to the End!"