#490 - Chapter 490: Elbaf’s Turning Point?

Topman Wochuli Saint's eyes flashed slightly, all the gloom receding, replaced by a faint smile.

For him, Loki's stubborn resistance was not a bad thing, but a good sign—the stronger the person, the more worthy of taming, and the more chips they could add to his plan.

The more amazing the power Loki displayed, the more valuable he would be on the chessboard in the future.

"Good, good."

Topman Wochuli Saint muttered to himself, as if praising a beast in training.

His hand slowly raised, and with a slight grip, the red light entwined on the scepter shone brightly, and a cold aura seemed to spread from the depths of his body, shrouding the entire battlefield.

He slowly stepped forward, and the earth beneath his feet seemed to tremble slightly under his pressure.

His gaze was always locked on Loki, without the slightest pity, but revealing an appreciation different from that of a hunter, a condescending overlook, as if watching a wonderful performance.

Every movement and every breath of Loki's became particularly clear in his eyes, as if the chess pieces on the board had fallen into his control.

"It seems you are not willing to fall here," Topman Wochuli Saint said in a low, magnetic voice, like an echo from the abyss.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, as if excited about the upcoming challenge.

"Then, next, I will have a good time playing with you."

With that, he slammed the scepter into the ground, and a violent sonic vibration erupted, accompanied by red light rippling in the air.

The crystal fragments floated in the air, as if picked up again by invisible hands, rotating and gathering together, forming scarlet light blades, sharp enough to cut through the void.

Each light blade exuded oppressive power, heading straight for Loki.

Loki's eyes narrowed, and his body instinctively dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the edge of the light blade.

However, the light blades seemed to have a life of their own, chasing relentlessly, turning back and forth, turning into a shrinking red net, trying to trap him in it.

"What the hell is this?"

Loki's movements became more and more hurried, and each dodge was like brushing shoulders with death.

Topman Wochuli Saint's joy became more and more intense.

"So good..."

For him, the more desperately Loki struggled, the more interesting it became.

This was not only a battle, but also a tempering of the soul—the longer he struggled in despair, the more ridiculous his surrender would be.

And he was enjoying this moment.

"Struggle a little more."

Topman Wochuli Saint muttered to himself, the scepter raised slightly, and the red light blades changed direction again, attacking Loki at a faster speed and more fierce angles.

At the same time, his figure also moved slowly, as if not in a hurry to kill with one blow, but to weaken Loki's stamina and fighting spirit little by little.

Loki's body was gradually stained with blood, and the soreness and fatigue of his muscles surged like a tide.

He could feel that each dodge was more difficult than the last, but his eyes were still hot, burning with unyielding anger.

He knew that he had no retreat, whether as a prince or as a warrior, he would not allow himself to fall here.

"I won't lose to you!"

Loki's voice was hoarse with anger, and he suddenly swung his battle axe, directly facing the foremost light blade.

The moment the axe blade collided with the red light, dazzling sparks burst out, and a powerful shock force knocked him back a few steps, but he immediately stabilized his figure.

Those ice-blue eyes were full of determination, like a cold light in a blizzard.

Topman Wochuli Saint's eyes flickered slightly, obviously surprised by Loki's counterattack, but there was no panic in this surprise, but instead aroused his interest even more.

He showed a sneer and said in a low voice: "Very good, keep resisting, let's see how long you can last."

As his voice fell, a new red glow erupted from the scepter, and the world seemed to be dyed with that scarlet color.

Topman Wochuli Saint knew that he was not only fighting Loki at this moment, but also suppressing the will of the giant prince.

He wanted to push Loki into a desperate situation step by step, until the hope in the other party's heart was completely shattered and he knelt down in front of him.

On the other end of the battlefield, the giants' siege was still in full swing, and behind Loki was the fate of the entire Elbaf.

At this moment, his persistence alone was the last line of defense for the entire Giant Country.

Faced with Topman's pressing step by step, his anger also rose higher and higher, like a raging fire burning to the extreme, ready to explode with the most violent counterattack at the last moment.

......

On the sea outside Elbaf.

Several ships were slowly approaching, their hulls looming in the undulating waves.

Each ship's mast was flying a huge flag, as if declaring their return.

And on a particularly large warship, two behemoths were fighting fiercely.

"Bang!"

Brogy's giant axe slammed down, and Dorry quickly blocked it with the sword in his hand. Sparks flew where the two collided, and the huge impact shook the entire ship.

The two giants were like two fighting beasts, releasing their power without mercy, and the sound of the battle echoed in the air like thunder.

"Brogy, you're always being stupid! You always act before you think!" Dorry roared, the anger on his face clearly showing a habitual dispute.

The two had been arguing for hundreds of years, and almost not a day went by without competing for each other's strength.

"Nonsense, Dorry! You've never won me!" Brogy retorted loudly, equally unwilling to be outdone, while waving his giant axe to continue attacking, "This time back to Elbaf, I want everyone to see who is the real strongest warrior!"

Not far from them, Kuma looked at this scene helplessly.

His tall body also appeared relatively small in front of these two giants, and he could only stand on the side of the deck, with his arms crossed in front of his chest, with a look of helplessness on his face.

"These giants... are never peaceful for a moment."

He sighed inwardly.

Kuma had always been taciturn, but this time he felt a little complicated.

Returning to Elbaf was Brogy and Dorry's request. Originally, he did not intend to interfere in the affairs of the Giant Race, but the current situation in the Giant Country was complex and changeable, and he had to be cautious.

"I hope these two guys can come in handy," Kuma muttered to himself. He knew that Brogy and Dorry's strength was beyond doubt. If they could unite the warriors of Elbaf to fight against the World Government, they would undoubtedly become the strongest help.

But if the giants cannot unite internally, it will only give the enemy an opportunity to take advantage of it.

As the ship gradually approached the coastline of Elbaf, the battlefield in the distance was vaguely visible.

The roar of the giants and the sound of weapons colliding came, which was the sound of a thrilling battle.

At this time, Brogy and Dorry also stopped fighting. The two stood side by side at the bow of the ship, looking at the land filled with war with torch-like eyes.

"The warriors of Elbaf will not be easily conquered!" Brogy grinned, revealing a fierce fighting spirit.

He clenched the giant axe in his hand, as if he couldn't wait to join the battle.

"Humph, then don't be left behind, Brogy." Dorry's voice was tinged with contempt, but more of it was familiar fighting spirit, and his eyes were burning with raging fire.

Kuma looked at the firm backs of the two giants and felt a little more expectation in his heart.

He knew that the fate of Elbaf was about to usher in a new turning point, and they might be the key to changing all of this.

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