The most conspicuous thing was the pair of bone sections of different lengths, poking miserably at his back.
It can be seen from the thick bones that it was originally supposed to be the support point for a pair of large limbs, but now it is miserable and lonely.
The pair of death wings that brought great pressure to the mind flayer have long been severed.
The slender and old Nordach man ran forward at a speed that was inappropriate for his age, his raised fists shining brightly.
In a few seconds, the old Nordachian punched nearly a hundred times, and the raging spiritual energy fell on the cyan figure, like a breeze blowing on his face, without causing any harm.
The green-skinned man with six arms and three heads focused his eyes and suddenly waved his arms. In a short moment, he completed the gathering of air, and the sudden flow of air turned into a violent explosion.
Pah pah pah pah——
The six arms were like cattail fans, constantly beating the air, creating an almost substantial sphere in front of his chest.
The spiritual body was also immediately blessed on the flesh and blood body, doubling the force value out of thin air.
If psychic attacks are ineffective, then you can only try other methods.
In 4.3 seconds, the strong Nordachian kneaded out an extremely compressed air pill.
The old Nordachians retreated violently, and the three-headed and six-armed Nordachians flew towards them, holding balls of air bullets in their hands.
Boom——
The violent explosion ignited everything around it. Animals and plants within a few hundred meters were instantly turned into fly ash. The earth's layers were sunk, and endless soil materials were lifted up and poured into the ninth heaven.
The huge mushroom cloud rolled, releasing terrifying light and heat, and the black-red stratus cloud looked down at the earth like a demon, rising thousands of meters high.
The horrific explosion caused extremely horrific damage to the land, and the boundaries between natural disasters and man-made disasters could not be defined at this moment.
In a deep crater that was dozens of meters deep, a naked figure with blue skin walked out gently and walked up diagonally along the burnt crater.
The figure with three heads and six arms looked like a demon, looming in the smoke.
The old and skinny green-skinned man stared at this scene dumbfounded, suddenly feeling an unreal illusion.
But after that cyan figure came out, my scalp went numb instantly.
Slowly, the devil and the three-headed and six-armed demon were separated by a not-so-distant distance. The two figures stared at each other steadily, neither of them moving first.
Endless dust was falling from the sky, like snow, falling in clusters on the roots of the grass and trees that had turned to ashes, and on their shoulders, heads, and bodies.
Disappeared. The cyan figure disappeared when a puff of smoke passed by. It seemed that he was injured.
It's not that easy to bear this blow.
"Ahem." The strong man with three heads and six arms coughed slightly, and the smell of blood floated out along the dead air.
He was also slightly injured and it will probably take a few minutes to recover.
This move was just a sudden thought for him, and it was still far away from a stable and safe situation. Moreover, it can be seen from this skill that his psychic lining defense mode still needs to be optimized.
Now that he disappeared, it was time for them to leave. Desang turned his attention to the old man beside him. He felt that it was necessary for him to have a good talk with this brave man from a hundred years ago.
"Who is he?" Dessan asked.
"The devil from hell," the old man replied.
"I want to hear the truth." Desang said seriously.
"That's the truth." The old man replied seriously.
"Have you been avoiding him for the past hundred years?" Desang asked casually.
"Yeah." The old man nodded.
"He also picked your wings?" Desang immediately plunged into the heart-wrenching words he was brewing.
"...Hmm." The old man was silent for a moment. Although it hurt his heart, he had to admit that this was the truth.
"Can it still grow?"
"Can."
The old man suddenly lamented that young people nowadays have no respect for the elderly at all.
Respect the elderly? Desang doesn't feel guilty at all. Who brought such a terrifying guy here? Can such a perverted guy still exist in this world?
The old Nordic man couldn't help but sigh, how could he have such a perverted and super powerful psyker after being chased for a hundred years?
However, if this guy had appeared earlier, he, who had been running away and fighting for the past hundred years, could have breathed a sigh of relief earlier.
Thinking back on the past hundred years, he shuddered.
During that time, he had been running away or fighting back, and his short stay was just to replenish his body's consumption. Most of the time, he could only eat while walking.
In the first few years, he was proud of his wings that opened wide to escape, and he could leave the guy far behind, but later, his wings were completely broken by the guy.
A bird with broken wings is not as good as a chicken, and it will be turned into a dead dog in the following time, wandering between life and death every day of the year.
Desang did not speak. These words only relieved him of some concerns. He would never rashly believe everything a certain being said.
He did not return to his territory, but walked far away. After getting out of the scope of the explosion, he chose a larger rock to sit on.
As soon as he sat down, his weight, measured in tons, was so heavy that he had to lower his head and lean a little towards him.
He dug into his pocket and took out a few mushrooms that were small for him.
As for why there is this stuff in the bag, it's because he has been eating it basically for the past few months.
"What a strong life energy." The old man's eyes lit up.
"Tell me more about that guy." Desang rolled his eyes and closed his palms.
The old man's eyes twitched, then he sighed and talked about the past.
——————
At that time, he was still a strong young man, guarding the city wall and fighting long battles with the mind flayers.
He was a gifted psyker, and when he entered his youth, he possessed psychic powers that ordinary Nordachians could not achieve in their lifetime.
At that time, the number of mind flayers was far from that large, and there were only a few mind flayers who could obtain suitable bodies.
The psykers of that era were also very powerful, and they improved rapidly through years of fighting. At that time, the mind flayers could not make much trouble at all.
Later, he accidentally killed a special mind flayer who was trying to take his body. For some reason, he unexpectedly gained the mind flayer's talent of devouring psionic energy.
At this point, the old man's words were a little vague and unclear, and he planned to just pass it by.
Desang had no intention of interrupting or criticizing. He didn't know whether he was listening seriously or just listening to the story.
The old man went on to say that from that moment on, he began to lead a cheating life.