In the distance, the mountains of Elbaf rose and fell, with a massive city wall reaching high into the clouds, like a sleeping ancient beast waiting to be awakened.
Before entering the border of Elbaf, Topman Warcury Saint stopped.
"Who goes there?! Stop!!!"
A loud roar came, followed by the sound of neat footsteps echoing in the ears of Topman Warcury Saint and his group.
The giant warriors in front had already formed a battle line, their thick arms gripping heavy war hammers, ready and waiting, their eyes full of vigilance and hostility.
Topman did not rush to attack, but raised his head, coldly watching the giants, then slowly raised the crystal, letting it emit a dazzling light in the sunlight.
"Tell Loki," Topman's voice was filled with cold majesty, resounding throughout the battlefield, "his freedom is within this object. If he is willing to submit, I will unlock his chains for him; otherwise, Elbaf will be reduced to ashes under the wrath of the God's Knights!"
The expressions of the giants immediately became complicated upon hearing these words, and many people's eyes flickered with unease and hesitation.
In the midst of the giant country's melee, Prince Loki was besieged in a violent battle.
His figure was tall and firm, his eyes burning with an unyielding flame. Despite bearing the horrifying crime of patricide, Loki stubbornly resisted the giants rushing towards him.
His heart was full of pain and struggle, but he could not retreat in the face of his own compatriots.
Every punch and every blade reminded him that only battle could win him a chance of survival.
"I will not yield!"
Loki roared in a low voice, his voice weak but firm in the wind.
His fists were clenched, his muscles tensed, as if he could feel the power of anger constantly expanding in his heart.
He knew that if he was captured, he would not only lose his freedom but also bear the anger and hatred of the entire country.
His fate seemed to be tightly linked to the giants' anger at this moment.
At the same time, Topman Warcury Saint, on the other side of the battlefield, was secretly pleased.
He watched the crystal sparkle in the air, emitting a mysterious light like a star, swaying gently.
That power was responding to his call, as if whispering something.
His fingers gently stroked the crystal, feeling the powerful energy surging like a tide, and his heart was filled with ecstasy.
For him, this was not just a gem, but a key to control the minds of the giants.
"These ignorant giants," Topman Warcury Saint's mouth curled into a cold smile, "they don't know that the real controller has been manipulating everything in the dark."
He imagined the scene of Loki's eventual submission, a sense of power that made him feel extremely happy.
In this struggle mixed with anger and fear, Loki's heart gradually became clear.
He took a deep breath and looked around, thinking to himself, "I can't let their plans succeed, I can't let my fate be controlled by others!"
This firm belief filled him with fighting spirit even in desperation.
He vented his aura even more violently, forcing back the giants who approached, he was absolutely unwilling to become a pawn in someone else's plan.
As more giants approached, Loki suddenly jumped, dodging another heavy blow.
His movements were as agile as a cheetah, and his heart beat faster and faster as he dodged.
He knew he had to find an opportunity to counterattack to change his fate.
At this moment, his eyes met Topman's, and a burst of unease surged into his heart.
"This person, I must not let him succeed!" Loki thought to himself, as if he felt the sinister aura of Topman Warcury Saint approaching.
His body involuntarily retreated, only to find that he was surrounded, and the hideous faces of the giants around him pressed down on him like giant mountains.
But he never intended to give up, and a thought flashed in his mind: "Maybe I can use their power in reverse!"
Topman Warcury Saint, on the other hand, was secretly planning in his heart, his eyes flashing with得意 light.
He knew that as long as he controlled Loki, the entire giant country would collapse.
For him, everything in front of him was just a game, and victory was already in his grasp.
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As the outside movement intensified, the giants' emotions became more and more anxious.
Their tall figures appeared abnormally heavy on the chaotic battlefield, and the roar and battle sounds intertwined into a heart-pounding symphony.
Every giant gripped his weapon tightly, his face twisted, as if to tear the enemy in front of him apart.
But their eyes occasionally turned to the approaching shadow, and their hearts were filled with unease.
"Who's outside?" A giant roared, his voice like thunder, shaking the surrounding air.
His fingers gripped the battle axe tightly, and fine sweat seeped from his palms.
The existence of the outside aura made him feel uneasy.
"It's an outsider!" Another giant said in a low voice, his eyes flashing with the flames of fear and anger.
They had just experienced a fierce battle, and their compatriots were constantly falling. This state made them feel extremely afraid of any unknown force.
Loki stood tall in front of them, and the scars on his face all showed the suffering he had experienced.
He could feel the giants' anxiety, and the pressure from his compatriots was forcing him at all times.
His heart was laughing wildly: "Continue to shake, continue to fear, the more you fear, the greater my chance of escape!"
Suddenly, a huge shadow swept across the sky, and the giants' eyes were instantly attracted.
"Whoosh..."
The shadow flew over their heads, bringing a whistling sound that tore through the air.
In that instant, the entire battlefield fell into a brief silence.
All the giants looked up, their eyes full of astonishment and tension.
"What is it?" A giant asked in a low voice, his voice filled with undisguised doubt.
A ominous premonition arose in the giants' hearts, as if all of this foreshadowed the impending disaster.
Loki also felt this unease, and his vigilance reached its peak, his eyes fixed on the shadow.
"Strange... why does this aura make me feel uncomfortable? It seems that the visitor is not kind!"
At this moment, Topman Warcury Saint's voice sounded like a morning bell, reaching the ears of every giant through the noise of the battlefield: "Your prince Loki will inevitably succumb to fate!"
His tone was contemptuous, as if he saw everything clearly, giving people an invisible sense of oppression.
The giants looked at each other, and the anxiety in their hearts swelled even more.
"We must not let this guy succeed!" A giant roared, and the weapon in his hand was raised high again, as if to inspire the surrounding compatriots.
Loki looked at those faces, and a surge of emotion and joy rose in his heart.
He knew that if this continued, the giants would gradually collapse in fear.
And he must take this opportunity to break through the encirclement and regain his freedom.
He took a deep breath, raised the weapon in his hand, and his voice was sonorous: "We must never give up, the unyielding soul of the giant race will never be violated!"
This sentence was like a flash of lightning, cutting through the dark clouds in the giants' hearts.
Their eyes gradually became firm under Loki's encouragement, and the angry roar echoed again on the battlefield as they gripped their weapons tightly.
They didn't know why Loki would encourage them, but they realized that only by uniting could they break the haze in front of them and resist the invasion of outsiders.
Solving internal problems is the only way to deal with external troubles.
Then they attacked Loki madly.
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