"Interesting..."
In the city shrouded in darkness, various forms of lower-plane life stared at the plundering giant.
After an extremely rare, sluggish state.
A devil whose body was full of thorns took the lead and laughed wildly.
The relationship between the lower planes and the gods of the evil camp seems quite subtle.
Except for those worlds that have been occupied by evil gods along with the entire lower plane.
More often than not, it serves as a crazy place where the evil and dark concepts of the entire world condense.
There has always been no shortage of evil beings there who have no respect for the gods.
Or maybe the evil god doesn't need its followers to worship it.
Fear, trembling, and killing are more pious beliefs than reverence.
Although it was entrusted to the god of wild orcs to "open the door to convenience" in the material world.
Let them, these lower plane beings, have an active base in the material world.
A life born in darkness has never had the concept of gratitude.
Compared with those "rewards" that are more respected by mortal things, the fun of watching a True God sect is obviously more interesting.
Of course, there are also some lower plane beings who choose to leave directly.
They don't want to encounter the Dark Titan who has already demonstrated its actual power.
That's not cost-effective, and it's not fun.
No one wants to use the soles of the Dark Titan's feet to get a free cemetery for themselves...
What if a powerful human broke into this evil city?
As he should be, he was besieged by all the beings from the lower planes.
Because that represents fresh and powerful flesh and soul.
They are also fulfilling the obligations of so-called "allies".
As for now?
These "allies" feel that they need to accumulate a wave of strength for the time being...
But it was obvious that the giant did not intend to let them go.
The flames were like vicious claws, devouring everything in the city without restraint.
The scorching fire light caused the surrounding temperature to rise sharply.
The billowing smoke was accompanied by a violent explosion that took no time.
In a daze, some beings in the lower planes feel like they are back in purgatory.
And soon, the flames exuding a ferocious aura swept over with an unstoppable attitude.
A certain powerful succubus, one of the actual rulers of this area, scolded lightly.
It waved the whip in its hand.
So the sea of fire split into two.
But it didn't go out.
Instead, it bypassed this area and continued to devour the things behind it.
Not long after, the area was surrounded by a sea of fire.
To the life on the lower plane, this little flame is nothing.
But the other party’s meaning is very obvious:
They are also prey...
At this moment, a furious roar came from the depths of the city.
The next moment, a humanoid life exuding a violent aura roared out.
"The blasphemer! This is the territory of the powerful orcs and the tyrannical god-Eye of the Caltrop!"
"Even if you are the King of Titans, you will surely perish here today!"
The violent air current blew away the sea of fire and darkness around him.
There seemed to be some disheveled orc priests, holding heavy war hammers and glaring at the giant in front of them.
It did not launch an attack rashly as usual.
for such a monster.
Even if his nature is as violent as it is, it is still somewhat difficult to grasp.
The huge size and powerful strength always give people extra clarity...
However, there was no verbal response.
A witch flag, much thicker than the buildings in the city, suddenly fell from the sky!
"boom!"
The earth was violently torn apart, and countless buildings were flipped aside by the violent airflow carrying stones!
Dirt and evil find solemn silence in the dust.
However, quite surprisingly:
The orc priest blocked it!
Even though its posture is a bit awkward, its war hammer is firmly placed on the flagpole of the witch flag.
From a distance, it looks like ants blocking the sticks wielded by humans.
Full of great visual stimulation and shock.
Attracted by the other party's roar, the orc believers who gradually gathered around let out loud roars.
Yes, they can always trust the true servant of God.
Its war hammer will crush this giant's skull!
The next moment, Yi Xia looked at the orc priest underneath who was still struggling to support himself rather unexpectedly.
Then, the witchcraft flag was turned around.
The shaman flags, as majestic as mountains, whistled in the air with some kind of terrifying, huge, dull sound.
The orc priest's pupils suddenly shrank.
dodge?
That is a choice that its belief cannot make.
When it abandoned its once weak faith and chose to embrace violence and strength.
It doesn't need to be avoided.
Blade or spell, malignity or blessing.
It can be faced calmly.
This is true even for Titans!
A truly violent soul is always stirred by unquenchable anger.
Even as cold as eternal death, it cannot be extinguished.
It is the Eye of the Caltrop, the most devout believer.
The body that was still trembling could not put up any decent resistance at all.
But the orc priest didn't hesitate at all.
It mustered up all its strength and swung the war hammer in its hand towards the overturned "dark clouds" above its head!
"Crush me!"
it roared.
This is a slang term commonly used by orcs.
The complete rough meaning is:
"Crush the orc's knees so that you can make him kneel down."
And the next moment, witch flags fell heavily like a curtain from the sky.
No more luck.
In a rising burst of mist, the orc priest became an inseparable part of the city it ruled.
If evil only bullies the weak and fears the hard darkness.
That's not really a problem.
Pure darkness will be like a black hole in the void.
A deep attraction full of destruction and violence.
Therefore, it must be committed to the purest destruction.
Purify?
Redemption?
That is an example of how just one success is enough for a devout person to achieve a legendary and glorious deed.
In contrast, Yi Xia is more interested in using their waste as fuel for burning.
In such a short time, it surpasses the countless years of accumulation of other existences.
How could it be so pure and clean?
Only the sacrifice of blood and fire can forge the most ferocious weapon.
"We are willing to surrender to you, powerful Titan, and become your most loyal minions."
At this time, some wild orcs smashed their knees and knelt on the ground.
When the most powerful orc priest was easily hammered to death by the guy they regarded as the Dark Titan in front of him.
Some weak-willed orcs completely lost the idea of resisting.
They will not surrender to those who worship the good, even if the other party will treat them more favorably.
Surrendering to the more powerful dark ones will not shake their fundamental belief.
The guy opposite doesn't look like a very kind guy...
Obviously, they guessed correctly.
But it’s only half right:
Yi Xia doesn't need evil captives.
The next moment, the raging flames devoured them without any stagnation.
Amidst the shrill wails, Yi Xia continued to advance.
Behind him, half of the city had completely turned into a sea of burning fire...
This chapter has been completed!