Metznofi's heart was filled with anger, and he wished he could strangle the white dragon in front of him to death.

In fact, it also intends to do this, but under the constraints of the summoning law, it cannot truly harm its summoner.

Even if the White Dragon had a thought, the huge body of the thirty-meter-high ice element would disappear.

But after comprehensive consideration, Amos did not do this. On the one hand, although he had no choice but to summon the ice element as a shield, he did not expect to summon the wise commander of Winter.

On the other hand, it is precisely because this ice element is wise, if it is just like this and throw it away after it is used up, then this Winter Commander with a significantly different status will definitely pull himself into the summoner blacklist when he goes back, and he will lose a powerful summoning magic in the future.

Stay it behind and have a good talk, maybe there is a chance to save it.

While Bailong was thinking about how to speak, the old prophet of the sea giant ran towards the altar. Seeing that his brother was restricted from his movements, Felicia was about to leave his opponent aside and stop the old prophet, but was stopped by the sea giant.

Finally, the old prophet came to the altar and felt the magic power gathered in the altar statue. He was ecstatic and activated the teleportation magic that he had been waiting for for a long time!

In the fanatical eyes of the sea giant prophet, blood-red energy gushed out of the statue, outlining blood-red and weird lines in the air. In a moment, a mysterious blood-red portal was formed.

An indescribable aura of evil surged out of the portal and spread to the entire battlefield, cold, bloody, cruel, evil... as if it was a complex of all negative emotions in this world.

This breath was like the cold wind on a mid-winter night, blowing everyone's bones cold. Everyone on the battlefield couldn't help but shiver, and they all looked at the blood-red portal in horror.

The moment the blood-colored portal appeared, Metznofi let go of his palm and turned around and stared at the portal solemnly.

Amos fell to the ground in a panic, struggling to get up, but the white dragon was not an elemental body and did not have such high physical resistance. It was smashed by the terrifying force of the legendary magic. Except for his head, his other parts were soft and weak.

Bailong felt his physical condition and lay helplessly on the ground, paying attention to the movement of the portal, and was shocked and suspicious, because only the abyss or hell could emit such an extreme evil aura, and the reputation of these two...

“Gaga!”

Before people arrive, they laugh first, but the laughter makes people feel no intimacy, but it is creepy.

A terrifying figure stepped out of the portal.

It can barely be considered a humanoid creature, with two magic horns like a sheep straight into the sky, and small eyes like mung beans covered with a layer of green fireflies. Its torso is thin and slender, and the dense blood-colored hair on its body cannot conceal the muscles strapped under the fur.

Behind him, he was wearing a tuft of long-haired tail like a goat, swinging unconsciously. Below his knees were the anti-joint limbs similar to the sheep's hooves. The black mist surging on the hooves, and the raised corners of his mouth showed that his owner was in a good mood.

This is!

demon?

No! It's a devil!

Felicia was shocked and hurriedly looked at the sea giant around her. She found that the sea giant was also pale and couldn't help but be confused.

The blood-red and weird portal dissipated, the devil spread his hands open, feeling the cold sea water flowing around him, and his expression was fascinated: "I haven't seen it for a long time, the breath of the material plane."

The devil spoke to the old prophet who was serving quietly, "Hamir, you have done a good job!"

The old prophet said flatteringly with a sick smile: "It is my lifelong honor to serve Lord Kesla Ortiel!"

After the prophet of the sea giant finished speaking, he closed his hands and rubbed his palms, and the meaning was self-evident.

Kesla Ortil's eyes narrowed slightly and made a terrifying low laugh: "Don't worry, when I harvest my soul, I will take you away. This advance payment."

The devil raised his hand and shot out a red light, which penetrated into the body of the giant prophet.

A red tide appeared on the face of the sea giant prophet, then bent down in pain, and soon stood up again, showing comfortable and intoxicated face. His originally hunched back also straightened a little, and he became much younger.

"Thank you, Lord Kesla Ortil!"

When the white dragon saw this, his face changed and his face was turbulent, while the sea giants looked as if they were dead. At this time, they didn't know where they respected prophets betrayed the tribe, used the fate of the entire tribe, and made a deal with the devil, and made personal gain.

"Hamir! You traitor!"

A pain and an incredible roar echoed throughout the sea. The desolation and sadness in the words were so sad that those who heard it were crying.

The Wave Hunting Tribe's efforts for thousands of years were used by Hamil to summon the devil. Now, the sea giants can be said to be completely finished.

After such a complete betrayal, all the previous efforts and sacrifices of the Sea Giant leader became a joke, so the person he wanted to kill the most now was the "respectful" prophet.

In a rage, a Titan spear shot out.

The devil looked at the Titan Spear flying from a very far place and raised his eyebrows. Because the distance was too far, it would take at least two seconds for the Titan Spear to fly here, which was enough for Hamil to hide far away.

The old prophet looked at the Titan Spear flying in the distance, and his mouth raised disdainfully. Even if it casts legendary magic above the level, there was not much magic left in his body, and two seconds was enough for it to dodge.

Suddenly, Kesla Ortil moved across and blocked the old prophet.

The old prophet looked at the devil's raised palm and thought of the contract he signed, thinking: With the protection of Lord Kesla Ortier, he doesn't even need to hide.

The devil looked at the flying Titan Spear, raised a smile on the corner of his mouth, and activated his talented skills.

Advanced teleportation!

Before the old prophet could react, the devil had disappeared. In his incredible eyes, the thunder spear passed through his chest, and his remaining strength did not diminish. It pierced into the stone wall behind, leaving a deep hole.

The old prophet took a few steps back, looked down at the charred hole in his chest in horror, then slowly raised his head, covered the wound with one hand, and pointed to the teleportation aside with the other hand. The smiley devil trembled and weak, "You...you, you violated the contract...contract!"

The devil spread his hands: "Oh~, my friend, the contract stipulates that I will do my best to protect you from the enemy, but are your tribesmen considered enemies?"

The old prophet's mouth was bleeding, his eyes widened, and he fell down unwillingly.

"Hahaha!"

The devil felt very accomplished and laughed out loud.

Suddenly, the devil's arrogant laughter came to an abrupt end, as if it was suddenly cut off. It stretched out its claws, grabbed the old prophet's twitching corpse, and pulled a struggling transparent figure. This was the old prophet's soul.

"Don't worry, I will abide by the agreement and take you out of this plane, and you will be gloriously united with me!"

The devil opened his mouth full of sharp teeth, swallowed the old prophet's soul, and licked his lips with his slender tongue.
Chapter completed!