Chapter 587: Heart of the Legion, Flame Demon Army

Muros is the most special general under Surtur, the Firelord. He is also the leader of the First Army of the Flame Giants.

Said he can fight, but not necessarily. At least compared with the Shamanla snake of the Elemental Legion, his combat effectiveness is simply not worth mentioning. In terms of real combat power, he is even a little stronger than the lava giant.

But such a person can become the leader of the first army under the King of Fire Demons without anyone having any meaning, which is enough to demonstrate his ability.

Muros is one of the few flame giants who has a big picture. He is a wise counselor, not a brave warrior. Although that's not a big deal for a flame giant. It is even said that his ingenuity can only show his prestige in this country full of muscles. But he is indeed a special being.

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

Muros is not a traditional flame giant, he is a man-made giant created by Surtur, the king of flames, with his own blood. And as such a special existence, he has an extraordinary ability. It is precisely because of this ability that he has a resounding nickname among the flame giants - the Heart of the Legion.

There are always only the wrong names, no nicknames. In fact, the nickname of the Heart of the Legion has already made his ability clear. Just as Muros can summon the elemental army and the Shamanla snake from the magma pool, he has the power to summon the flame giant army through the medium.

The fifty large legions under the King of Fire Demons are all within his summoning range. And when he pushed his abilities to the limit, he could even bring all the fifty legions to the battlefield.

And now, it's time for Muros to push his abilities to the limit. Because at this moment, he has already crushed his heart.

It was a heart that was as gem-like as Kuntegonde, and above that heart was a magical blood that was like a flowing crimson crystal. The blood was entangled around the heart like a rune, providing strength to Muros and shaping the vitality of Muros. But now, it's all broken.

The shattering of the heart not only ended Muros' life, it also stretched the power that Surtur had bestowed on him. At the moment when the heart was broken, a huge spark emerged from the position of the heart out of thin air, and then fell to the ground like a falling flower.

The appearance of this flame made Brynhild instinctively feel something abnormal. So she immediately stretched out Grammer in her hand and slashed towards the falling flames. However, when her sword edge touched the flame, she couldn't help being shocked.

Unimaginable high temperature came from this flame,

It made Gramer burn red in an instant. The Divine Sword was whimpering in pain, and Brynhilde's hand holding the sword was instantly scorched and ripped apart. The power of the flames was terrifyingly powerful, even though Brynhilde was still struggling to endure the brutal heat. But the unicorn under her couldn't hold on anymore.

This strange flame has the breath of Surtur, the king of flame demons, and such a breath is too terrifying for unicorns. So that when the flames just showed a little strength, the unicorn waved its wings recklessly, and took Brunhilde away.

This may be a good thing for the savior for the unicorn, but it is a big bad thing for Brunhilde.

Without Brunhilde's obstruction, the flame suddenly accelerated, and then suddenly fell to the ground. Then, visible to the naked eye, an endless fire erupted, engulfing everything around it, and completely changing everything that existed.

Plants and other things on the surface were turned to ashes, while soil, stones and hard gravel were completely melted into liquid magma.

The flames raged out of a perfect circle, and in this circle, the crimson rolling lava had begun to quiver restlessly, exuding strange and chaotic power fluctuations.

Something began to rise from within, a warrior in giant form. Not one, not a group, but an innumerable number, far exceeding the current Asgardian army. There are ordinary giants in the middle, and there are guys the size of the mountain of lava giants. In addition, there are giants in the shape of half-human, half-beast, and giants in the shape of horses. And a strange looking giant with several arms and heads that looks mighty and domineering. Everything, and so many varieties make your scalp tingling.

Looking at such an army of giants, even the battle-hardened Brynhild frowned deeply, and a gloomy sadness condensed between his brows.

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

This is enough to make the flame giants like rolling wheels running over insects in their way, crushing the warriors gathered here in Asgard to shards. And such a situation is something that Brunhilde absolutely does not want to see.

So she immediately shouted to her sister.

"Stop these giants, don't let them cross the world through this lava and come here. In that case, all our efforts will be completely in vain!"

Speaking of which, she disregarded the burns on her hands, raised the still-hot Grammer in her hands, and released the deadly dragon fire again.

Along with her are the many Valkyries behind her. Magic, artifact, or her own divine power, every Valkyrie is desperately releasing her power, projecting it towards the expanding circle of lava on the ground.

The soaring dragon fire and countless brilliance gathered together, turning into a pure white flame-like beam of light, and soaring toward the giant army that appeared in the lava and bombed the past. The meaning of the Valkyries is very consistent, that is, even if the magic lava that cannot destroy the summoning legion, it must give them a heavy blow before these legions come.

However, it was not until things developed to the back that they realized that everything was nothing but their own powerless struggles and their futile fantasies.

When the beam of light that gathered the power of the Valkyrie reached the lava, a huge figure appeared. It was an incomparably clear figure, the same as the King of Flames who appeared in the Odinkin Palace hall, but it was clearer, more distinguishable, and more fearful and panic-stricken.

The black-gold horns like rams are entrenched on the top of this tall giant like a majestic mountain, making him look as majestic as wearing a crown. The flaming flames covered his entire head, making his face look extremely blurry. Although it was blurry, it was enough for people to barely see his facial features. To the unimaginable majesty and domineering.

The muscular body is as tall and powerful as the flame giant, but it is stronger in comparison and has a more explosive visual impact. Just from the scaly surface skin of the armor, and the red crystal-like blood vessels exposed through the gaps in the skin, made him look full of strength and oppression.

At this time, Surtur, the king of flame demons, showed his stature. Although it is not the body, it is just an illusion that is very similar to the body. But it also possesses overwhelming terrifying power. Especially for the Valkyries present.

In the face of the Valkyrie's attack, the incomparably tall Flame Demon King just assumed the same posture of holding a sword and slashing like the last time, and the pure white beam of light was instantly annihilated in the void. And when he once again made a movement as if holding a sword and pressing down suddenly. The invisible power instantly turned into a hot storm, blowing all the Valkyries in the air far away.

And at this time, Surter watched Brynhild, who was barely holding still, in mid-air. Showing a wanton smile.

"Brunhilde, the Valkyrie I'm looking for. I didn't expect that we met again. What, now you've changed your mind, are you going to give me everything you have?"

"Surter!" Brunhilde still stubbornly made such a voice, biting his lip. "Never, you devil. I will never give in like you!"

"Ha, ha!" Hearing such an answer, the Flame Demon King sneered disdainfully. "What I admire most is your stubborn character. However, being too stubborn is stupid. At this time, do you still think that you will have any chance of turning over? Or do you think you will have any hope? ?"

"Look in front of you, my army is ready to go. In just a few minutes, they will be able to walk out of this door and officially enter your world of Asgard. At that time, what ability do you have to stop them? , what ability do you have to organize the raging flames? By you? Or by your comatose father? Or the reinforcements you invited?"

"You are out of hope! This is your destiny, this is your future. So, one last chance. Decide whether to surrender in despair, or go to ruin 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 mighty Balrog Lord, Brunhilde's heart was about to sink. But she did not completely lose hope, because she knew that there was still the last glimmer of light in all this. As long as that glimmer of light is still there, things will still turn around.

But where is this dawn now? Brunhilde was already furious. At this moment, a familiar whisper rang in her ears.

"Sister, hurry up and take them away. The farther you can hide, the better. Your hero will appear soon!" (To be continued ~^~)