The smoke of gunpowder fills the air, and the two giant beasts collide with each other, tearing each other apart, each scarred but still indulging in it.

The Blood Axe and Hel glanced at each other and both moved out of the battlefield, standing on the edge and not moving, watching the fierce battle with a cold eye.

Bearing the scorching heat of hellfire, Hecate's whole body was swollen with dense blisters, and the evil fire toxin penetrated into his body, and the blood vessels glowed with a miserable green fluorescence, which continued to accumulate and corrode flesh and blood.

But all of this was temporarily suppressed by the Giant King's extremely strong physical fitness, and he was preoccupied with fighting against the Hell Lord.

Punch after punch, the warm current rushing from the earth continued to pour into the collapsing body, and the superb fighting skills shone in the hands of the giant king, and in terms of melee combat awareness, the ancient giants can be said to be one of the few existences in the mortal race that can suppress the lord-level demons head-on.

However, Mestron is fighting with his life entirely, and [Smiling Hell] has repaired all the damage it has suffered so far, and even its limbs can be regenerated, and although the Hell Lord who has returned to his peak is inferior to the ancient giants in terms of fighting ability, his reversed physical fitness can fight hard against Hecate.

Continuous battle damage, although the [Mother Earth's Spoiling] is still running, but the body on the verge of collapse is gradually becoming unbearable, and the cycle will be broken sooner or later.

Finally, after less than five minutes, Hecate fell to the ground with hatred, two-thirds of his body was covered with fine cracks, and the toxins accumulated by the hellfire exploded in his body, and the fierce poison further weakened the strong vitality of the ancient giant, and finally gave it a fatal blow to the evil spell of the Hell Lord.

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Spikes pierced through all parts of the Helllord's body, like hedgehogs, and slammed into Hecate's arms, swelling and piercing through the body of the giant's deceased, leaving cracks like cracks in the surface of his shell due to the antiquity of his innate armor.

After penetrating, the body of the Hell Territory expanded again, urging the spikes to enter the spores-like differentiation, bursting open, and one by one the spikes shuttled back and forth through the ancient giant's body, penetrating and then piercing, bringing out blood, some bones or organs, blood gushing, and finally, the title of hedgehog was left to Hecate.

Meströn emerged as the winner, but the price of victory was severe.

The Hell Lord was back in a state of serious injury, three of his four arms were torn off by the dying Hecate, one shoulder blade was shattered, his left wing was broken, and the knee of his right leg was pierced.

Blood trickled from his forehead, and the black smallpox had spread to the demon's face, mixing with the blood, making it hideous.

The joy of victory caused the Demon Lord to let out a hellish laugh, and this extreme joy contributed to the further conception of Black Smallpox, and the Demon Worm Lord of Cesar had formed a chrysalis shape, constantly absorbing the energy of the host.

After venting, the demon's cold eyes swept towards the Blood Axe and the Sage, roaring like thunder:

"Where's that little bug? Tell him to get the hell out of here! ”

The blood axe was silent, and the hand holding the battle axe suddenly tightened, looking like it would strike at any moment.

Sage Hel was silent on the surface, but the five stigmatas in his body had long been intertwined, and the fifth stigma that had never been released was about to move.

The Hell Lord is also in a state of serious injury, in this case, the two of them may not be able to take each other down, and they will not dare to forget the blood feud of their compatriots who died tragically under the minions of the leopard people!

The Helllord's roar had stopped, and he felt the atmosphere of the place as well, and the only arm left was clubbed with a wand, and the dimly cooled hellfire shimmered again.

Under the tension, a voice came from afar:

"Great Hell Lord, take off your guards, I'm here to fulfill my contract."

The dragon's wings stretched, and the night slowly fell from the sky, and his appearance seemed to be the same as before, but the demon smelled a familiar breath from his body, the smell of dragon blood, which was even stronger.

Cang Ye nodded to the Blood Axe and the others, and then said:

"Leave it to me here, you guys go first."

The Blood Axe and Hel did not refuse, and hurriedly marched towards the top of the mountain with the orc legion to clear the last goblin forces that had not yet left.

There were only two people left on the field.

The demon's expression was full of irritation and impatience, and the night was still as calm as water, and he went straight to the giant's nearly disintegrated body.

A huge gap was torn open in the giant's chest, and a heart the size of a carriage appeared before the eyes of the night.

took out the reverse scales, and the tip of the knife sank into the heart, and suddenly splashed a stream of blood.

After receiving the blood water in the bottle, Cangye took out several pure transparent glassware one after another, and for the medieval civilization, the almost miraculous glass processing technology was no more difficult for Cangye from the distant future than the primitive people who drilled wood to make fire.

All kinds of herbs, poisons, and some biological limbs collected from the jungle were displayed in front of the night, like a magic trick, and all kinds of materials turned into liquids of different colors in his hands and poured into the vessels, and according to the complex alchemical elements of the conversion formula, and refined the materials one step further.

Constantly refining and extracting, Cangye's expression was focused, but the patience of the Hell Lord had reached its limit, and when his attention had shifted to Cangye, several beautiful black flowers had been imprinted on his eyes, and the pupils flashed with strange colors.

Finally, the final process begins.

Poured a bottle of purple-black liquid into the heart of a giant, and suddenly—

The heart, which was originally the size of a carriage, contracted sharply, and finally condensed into a basin-sized mass, and the color was rendered with a purple-black pattern, slightly blooming and shining, like a crystal ball, beautiful and weird.

"It's done!"

Cangye picked up this heart like a work of art, weird, the heart light that should have stopped beating flickered non-stop, bursts of surging vitality were transmitted out, and there was a burst of warmth in Cangye's hand.

Holding his heart in his hand, Cangye looked at the Lord of Hell and said slowly:

"You don't need it anymore, though."

The Hell Lord surprisingly didn't retort, the corners of his mouth split to the sides and turned upwards to reveal a strange and terrifying smile.

Nightshade came to the Hell Lord and slashed open its chest with a knife to enter a life core that was already covered with dense black flowers.

The core is the source of the demon's life, the shape is like a solidified heart, the color is blood red, flashing bright light, that is the light of life, the more the light shines, the more vigorous the demon's life is.

Under the cover of black flowers, the light gradually became dim, dirty, and flickered, and if there was nothing, it was clear that Mestrone's life had come to an end.

After digging out the core, Nightshade looked at the demon's smiling jaw, and something seemed to be surging deep in the throat like a black hole.

"It's time to wake up."