Motznoff was so angry that he wanted to strangle the white dragon in front of him.
In fact, it intended to do so, but under the restriction of the law, he could not really hurt his summoner.
As for the White Dragon, as long as he thought, the behemoth 30-meter-tall body of the Ice Elemental would disappear into smoke. But after thorough consideration, he didn't do so.
Although he had to summon the Ice Elemental as a shield, he did not expect to call the wise and good Guardian of Winter.
On the other hand, it was precisely because the Ice Elemental was wise. If it was throw-away after being used, then this Guardian of Winter with a significantly different status would pull himself into the summoner's blacklist when he got back. Later, he would lose powerful summoning magic.
Perhaps if he held it here and discussed it, he might have a chance to save.
While Amos was thinking about how to speak, the Sea Giant Prophet rushed towards the altar. Seeing her brother's movement restrained, Felicia planned to leave her opponent to stop the old prophet but was thwarted by the sea giant.
Finally, the old prophet came to the altar, felt the magic power gathered in the altar idol. His heart filled with joy, and he launched the long-awaited teleportation magic!
In the fanatical eyes of the sea giant prophet, blood-red energy gushed from the statue, drawing blood-red and mysterious lines in the air. In a moment, a mysterious blood-red portal took shape.
A breath of unfathomable evil gushed from the portal and swept across the entire battlefield. It was cold, bloody, cruel, evil ... as if it was a composite of all the negative emotions in this world.
It was like a cold wind on a winter night, which chilled the bones of everyone, and everyone on the battlefield couldn't help but shudder, unanimously truce, and looked at the blood-red portal in horror.
The moment the blood-red portal appeared, Motznoff loosened his grip and turned to stare at the portal solemnly.
Amos fell flat on the ground embarrassedly, struggling to get up, but the white dragon was not an elemental and did not have such high physical resistance. He was smashed by the terrifying force of the legendary magic, except for his head, the rest of his body felt soft and weak.
The white dragon felt the state of his body and lay helplessly on the ground, watching the movement of the portal he was frightened because only the abyss or hell could exude such extreme evil aura and the reputation of these two …
"Quack!"
The laughter came before anyone appeared, and it was rather creepy than friendly.
A terrifying figure stepped out of the portal.
It was barely regarded as a humanoid creature, with two argali-like magic horns straight into the sky, small mung bean-like eyes, covered with a layer of green fireflies, a thin and slender torso, and dense blood-coloured hair and no hidden muscles underneath the fur.
Behind him was a goat with a long furry tail, swinging unconsciously, and the anti-joint limbs below the knee of sheep's hooves were surging the black mist, and the raised corners of its mouth indicated that his master was in a good mood.
This is!
Demon?
No! It's the devil!
Felicia was so shocked, she quickly looked at the surrounding sea giants and found that they were also pale, and she couldn't help but be confused.
The blood-red magical portal dissipated, and the devil spread his hands, feeling the cold water flowing around him, his expression enchanted: "It's been a long time, the breath of the material plane."
The devil said to the old prophet who was quietly serving on the side: "Hamill, you are doing a good job!"
With a sickly smile on his face, the old prophet said flatteringly: "It's an honour for me to serve Lord Kesla Otier!"
After saying this, the Sea Giant Prophet folded his hands and rubbed his palms together, the meaning was self-evident.
Kesla Ortier narrowed his eyes and let out a hysterical low laugh: "Don't worry, wait for me to harvest and play with their souls. Then I'll take you away with me. Here this is an advance payment."
The devil raised his hand and shot a red light, which fell into the sea giant prophet's body.
A red tide appeared on the sea giant prophet's face, and then he bent down in pain, and soon he was upright, his face was comfortable and intoxicated, his rickety back also straightened a bit, and the whole person was much younger.
"Thank you, Lord Kesla Otier!"
When the white dragon saw this scene, his expressions changed, and the sea giants' faces were ashen. At this point, where they did not know that their respected prophet had betrayed the tribe, and took the fate of the entire tribe, and traded with the devil for personal gain.
"Hamill! You traitor!"
A painful and incredulous roar resounded across the entire bottom of the sea. The desolation and sorrow in the words made the heart sad for those who heard it and tearful to see.
The thousands of years of hard work of the Hunt breaker tribe were used by Hamill to summon the devil. Now, the sea giants could be said to be finished.
After being betrayed so thoroughly, all the previous efforts and sacrifices made by the sea giant leader became a joke, so now, the person they wanted to kill most was the "respected" prophet.
In anger, a spear of Titan shot out.
The devil looked at the Titan's Spear flying from far away and raised his brow because the distance was too far, it would take at least two seconds for the Titan's Spear to reach here, which was enough time for Hamill to hideaway.
The old prophet looked at the Titan's spear flying in the distance, and the corners of his mouth raised in disdain. Even if he went beyond legendary magic and had little magic left in, these two seconds were enough for him to avoid it.
Suddenly, Kesla Otier moved to stand in front of the old prophet.
The old prophet looked at the devil's raised palm and thought of the contract he had signed and said in his heart:
With the protection of Lord Kesla Otier, he doesn't even need to evade.
The devil looked at the approaching Titan Spear, and the corners of his mouth raised a smile while he activated his talent skills.
Advanced Teleportation!
Before the old prophet could react, the devil had disappeared. In his incredible eyes, the thunder spear passed through his chest, unabated, and plunged into the stone wall behind, leaving a deep hole.
The old prophet took a few steps backwards, peering down at the big black hole on his chest in horror, then slowly raised his head, covering the wound with one hand, while other hand pointing at the laughing devil who teleported to the side, with trembling and weak voice: "You …You, violated … contract … contract!"
The devil spread both hands: "Oh, my friend, the contract stipulates that I will do my best to protect you from the enemy, but are your people considered an enemy?"
Blood bubbled from the old prophet's mouth, his eyes glazed over, and he fell unwillingly.
"Hahaha!"
Having fooled his partner to death, the devil felt accomplished and let out a loud laugh.
Suddenly the devil's wild laughter ceased as if it had suddenly been cut off. It stretched out its claws, grabbed the twitching corpse of the old prophet, and pulled a struggling transparent figure. This was the old prophet's soul.
"Don't worry, I'll keep my word and take you out of this realm, and you will be gloriously integrated with me!"
The devil opened his mouth full of sharp teeth and swallowed the old prophet's soul, then his slender tongue licked his lips.
After recollecting the deliciousness of the soul, the devil turned his gaze to the dumbfounded sea giants and White-scale City's Army.