In terms of numbers, there was not much difference in the number of people on both sides. Typhons did not bring many people because he wanted to get to Naisen IV as quickly as possible, but he brought a group of wizards and had already started the summoning ceremony.
With the help of the devil, he has no fear of Eidolon.
Looking at the demons of Nurgle who gathered together and bared their claws, Eidolon also knew that he would not gain much advantage by taking action, but if Typhons were to strike first in this world, his work would be in vain.
Although everyone's goal is to take revenge on Soshyan, the most essential thing is to please their god.
Maybe, this revenge will make the gods very happy, and they can get the long-awaited ascension——
His performance is meaningless, like the roar of a lion; his speech is like thunder.
A deep and deep voice, a mixture of old age and old age, suddenly echoed in the ears of everyone present. Typhons turned around in shock, but the next moment he was forced to raise his hands to cover his eyes, otherwise his eyes hidden in the helmet might burn.
stand up.
Om!
The unique syllables were like thunder, echoing in the two worlds of reality and subspace. Then a golden lion with its head raised and roaring suddenly smashed through the Nurgle poisonous flies that enveloped Rozim, turning them into smoke and dust. At the same time, a huge impact
The force caused the huge Typhons to retreat continuously, and his body felt a burning sting. Ever since he transformed, he had almost forgotten the feeling of 'pain'.
"Uh-huh!"
Even Eidolon was rushed away. When he landed, he turned around and spit out a mouthful of deep purple pus, and the blasphemous marks on his armor also burned. It was originally full of cracks, but now it collapsed into a set.
The armor was broken, and there was even a scream echoing in his ears.
"Um?"
Lucius covered his eyes with his hands and had already retreated behind a Terminator, but when he saw the Terminator screaming in pain while covering his eyes that seemed to be burning, his heart suddenly froze.
"What kind of power is this, and why is it so familiar..."
Even in the aftermath before the lion dissipated, the Nurgle demons screamed and burned.
Typhons suddenly thought of something at this moment. During the siege of Terra, he had witnessed the golden sun hanging high in the sky, piercing the shell of the spirit of revenge, and ultimately bringing defeat to everyone.
...
That kind of power, at this moment, is so similar.
"Impossible! I am the Eightfold Voice! I am the chosen one of Nurgle's father! We are all, Typhons!"
In extreme anger and fear, Typhons' body expanded again and turned into a giant beast. His body was enlarged by proliferating tumors, dirty spikes and huge swarms of flies. The poisonous flies that had been burned out once again
Appeared, surrounding him like a living cloak, and even the metal under his feet was rising into blue-black mist because of the smoke dripping from his body.
"Kill him! Whatever he is!"
Typhons's voice turned into countless echoes. The Plague Soldiers and the Withered Overlords stepped forward silently, and the incoming Nurgle demons swarmed towards the solemn-looking Rozim like a tide.
Then, Rozim opened his eyes, turned around and punched Lucius in the face who was trying to sneak attack, knocking him away as he howled.
"We must deal with him together! This bastard is weird! He seems... like one of those living saints from the state religion! He has the power of a false emperor!"
Lucius covered his scarred face and screamed again, while Eidolon also led the people to attack Rozim.
As the fists flew, the Plague Warrior and the Noise Warrior were knocked over together. The sickle and the blade were intertwined with each other, but they fell to the ground at the same time. The owner of the weapon kept retreating amid the screams.
"Wow Lang, what's going on with Rozim!"
Loken hid behind the meditator and watched this scene in shock. In the wave of blasphemy and evil, the figure wearing only a red robe was like a stubborn rock. No matter how the waves hit it, it remained firm and motionless.
"Hey, this must be the upper body."
Hearing this voice, Loken turned his head in surprise and found that Dogo had climbed up to him at some point, then reclined on an overturned chair, and pulled out a wine bottle from somewhere.
"Didn't you faint??"
"Nonsense, how can you run away without fainting? Ouch, you have been stabbed so many times just to earn this little equipment money, what a fucking loss."
Doge pulled out the cork, took a swig, and then gasped:
"Tsk, this is how I can survive. Fortunately, I have a tapestry of revenge. Otherwise, if I tell you the truth, it would be no good to follow you."
"What did you mean by upper body just now?"
"What else can it mean? It's just that something came to Rozim. Otherwise, do you really think he is some kind of hidden master? Don't you humans often say this? What kind of emperor's blessing and divine power..."
"Well, I think the Emperor is quite busy and doesn't have time to run to Rozim."
"I didn't say it was him. Isn't there the one in the tower?"
"Ah? Is it...Master Shi? He...has this ability?"
At this time, rows of fine golden characters were vaguely visible on Rozim's exposed strong muscles. They were characters that had completely disappeared in the long history of mankind. They were information carriers older than the emperor's life. Only in
Only fragments of this writing can be seen in the oldest ruins in the Himalayas.
Facing the sweeping sickle, the silent Rozim jumped away, like a light and vigorous cheetah, and then landed directly on the long handle of the sickle with one leg, and kicked out the other leg fiercely, with the sound of wind and thunder, directly
Kick the head of the Withered Overlord with an eel-like face away, and thick pus spurts out, mixed with twisted white maggots.
The next moment he landed, Rozim slapped away a Noise Warrior who let out a fatal howl at him, and took advantage of the situation to slap the opponent's twisted heart out of his chest. A ball of wet flesh and blood hit the wall with a loud thud.
The noise warrior also fell down clutching the bloody hole in his body.
Then he bent down sharply to avoid Typhons's sweep, raised his left leg, spun around and kicked away Eidolon's war hammer. His movements were smooth and natural, and then he stepped forward with a lunge, and his right hand changed from a palm to a fist.
A fierce upward blast hit Typhons on the chin, and knocked Typhons, who was almost as big as the Contemptor Dreadnought, away for more than ten meters.
"Hateful! Hateful!!!"
But this damage only made Typhons more angry, and he swung the scythe more fiercely. Rozim flashed left and right, and his left hand suddenly turned into a hand knife. He jumped back and struck the head of a Withered Overlord who was trying to sneak attack.
With a direct click, the opponent's neck was bent into a ninety-degree bend.
At this time, Lucius also jumped high at an incredible speed, raised his long blade high, and slashed at Rozim as he fell.
In an instant, there was a loud noise, like lightning striking the earth. The golden shadow swooped down, and the blade collided with Rozim's golden fist. Golden energy erupted from the crack of Lal's blade, burning Lu Xiu.
Seeing the pale flesh and blood, the Immortal screamed and staggered back.