The tentacle legs were wrapped around Nanke's neck and kept shrinking. The sticky and slippery touch was squirming on his neck and licking his skin.
The tumors at the end of the tentacles are constantly bulging, and the big eyeballs are staring directly at the giant's eye lamp. The deep divers with scales are talking and shouting, and everything seems like a mental pollution.
's feast.
Nanke struggled to hold on to that abominable touching leg. The leg was bursting with light, and he slashed hard towards the wrong side.
The quality of the tentacle leg was indeed not very good. With a slight cut, it turned into something as slimy as mud. The dark red flesh fell to the east, splashing a pool of blood-red muddy water when it fell to the ground.
The muddy water was even struggling, condensing into something like legs and arms, grasping toward the void, as if trying to get that tiny glimmer of life. Could it be that soon, the spirituality of the thing in the pool would disappear completely, and it would become completely different?
It became a pile of dead things.
Nanke didn't notice the pieces of meat dripping to the ground. He was now fighting the twisted monster in front of him with all his strength.
He grabbed the legs and arms emerging from Dagon's neck and kicked it hard.
The huge force kicked the wrong body so hard that Toji was dented, and the whole person involuntarily fell back several meters, overturning the houses in disrepair behind him.
Nanke didn't give the wrong side any opportunity to take advantage of him, so he got close again and started fighting with the alienated Dagon.
His fighting skills improved a lot after being trained by Jagula.
Although most of the time in the dreamland, that bastard Pointed Starman threw him into an extreme environment to destroy himself, which was called to exercise his willpower.
However, during the free time during the previous two battles in the mountains of swords and seas of fire, Jakula took the time to systematically train his fighting skills.
His legs do not have suitable weapons, and Jakura's Snake Heart Style is not suitable for him.
After all, Jagura is an outstanding warrior, and he has learned a little bit of fighting skills from every school in the universe.
For example, the skills Nanke is showing now.
"Cosmic boxing, secret technique!"
Nanke put on a fierce stance, and then punched the alienated Dagon in the face.
His figure was light and agile, his red body burning with blazing strength, coupled with his first-ever fighting skills, he beat the alienated Dagon back repeatedly.
After the alienated Dagon stitched up Dagon's headless corpse, the unlucky and innocent Lagon's strength was indeed enhanced a lot, and his mental level was even more corrosive and aggressive than imagined.
But it was of no use to Nanke after his transformation. At most, he just felt disgusted and awkward.
Ultraman's mental resistance is completely incomparable to that of ordinary humans.
Because of this, the distorted appearance has no substantial effect. On the contrary, it is precisely because of the distorted appearance, broken limbs, and conflicting consciousness fusion that the attacks of Dagon and Lagon are very different.
Dagon hated the giant in front of him. After all, had he ever scraped off its fish scales, or even cut off his head? But Lagon's consciousness was just the opposite. He hoped that the giant of light could turn the twisted creature into a monster.
Destroy it and get it out of that desperate and sad predicament.
Nanke, who was full of anger and no longer denied the rookie he used to be, used very immature cosmic boxing techniques to severely attack the alienated Dagon.
The dark man not far away was not surprised when he saw the battle situation of the alienated Dagon.
After all, the two pieces of rubbish combined cannot equal a slightly larger piece of rubbish.
Dagon, whom the Innsmouth people believed in, and the Lord of the Deep Sea whom they worshiped, was indeed not that good in his opinion.
In his view, the only thing worth caring about in Dagon's body was Cthulhu behind him.
His act of arbitrarily transforming Dagon would definitely anger the Lord of R'lyeh.
But it doesn't matter to Him if it's wrong.
Anyway, the rulers of the Old Moon, the Old Gods, and even the Outer Gods he provoked were no more than one or two. One more Cthulhu didn't matter at all.
That's probably called having more debt than you have to worry about.
On the contrary, what he expected even more was Falagon.
Are novel toys always more fun than the original ones?
Even so, Lagon's performance was not very satisfactory to him.
Then the monster is too weak. It is obvious that Dagon's peer is stronger than all deep divers. It has a huge body and a strong body, and can grow or shrink at will.
But he didn't expect it to be such a monster that couldn't bear the heavy responsibility.
That made him a little dissatisfied.
Sure enough, the cards that guy gave me were not usable.
Sphia on Black Pharaoh's side is already one of the most powerful cards that guy has given me.
The monsters in those cards are simply a huge disaster for weak creatures, comparable to some Old Moon Dominators, but they are not worth mentioning in His eyes.
He knew that there were more terrifying and powerful cards in that black mist leg, which could even threaten his own existence.
Bu Nao was very angry, and Heiwu didn't trust him.
Isn't that really sad? It's obvious that He has regarded Black Mist as a close friend.
Isn't that really such a pity?
So the poor guy can try to modify new toys by himself.
Is He really unlucky and innocent?
The monsters that I have worked so hard to modify now beg to be demolished by the evil Ultraman.
It is really a story that makes the listener sad and the listener shed tears.
The dark man pretended to wipe the non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes and looked at the other monster he would assemble tomorrow morning.
Ligardron Hydra.
"Dagon and Hydra are the Father and Mother Goddess of the Sea."
His legs were bent, and his face showed a look of compassion.
"Hydra, the Hydra in myth and legend."
The steel monster over there creaked and made a horrifying sound, and one after another terrifying and ferocious steel heads slowly emerged from its neck.
Ligardron was originally an unknown and measurable entity, and the reason why he turned into a monster was because he absorbed human emotions and consciousness.
But that time, He directly and roughly added his own consciousness into that measurable body.
How could those noisy human thoughts overwhelm His will?
Ligardron Hydra is now a toy that was completely transformed by His will.
"Go, help my companions and defeat the evil Ultraman."
The dark man looked at Hydera with a smile.
Ligardron Hydra complied with the will of the great Nyarlathotep, and the steel body made a sharp and harsh sound.