Chapter 3031 Fighting on behalf of others
In terms of numbers, there is not much difference in the number of people on both sides. Typhons did not bring many people because he wanted to get to Naisen 4 as soon as possible, but he brought a group of wizards, and they had already The summoning ceremony began.
With the help of the devil, he has no fear of Eidolon.
Looking at the demons of Nurgle who gathered together and bared their teeth, Eidolon also knew that he would not be able to 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 please the gods greatly, and they will get the long-awaited ascension——
The acting is meaningless, like the roar of a lion, but the words are 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 up.
Om!
The unique syllable was like a thunder, echoing in the two worlds of reality and subspace, and then a golden lion with its head raised and roaring suddenly broke through the poisonous Nurgle flies that enveloped Rozim, turning them into The smoke and dust, and the huge impact made the huge Typhons retreat continuously, with a burning sting on his body - since he transformed, he has almost forgotten the feeling of 'pain'.
"Uh-huh!"
Even Eidolon was rushed away. When he landed, he turned around and spat out a mouthful of dark purple pus, and the blasphemous marks on his armor also burned. It was full of cracks, and now it collapsed into a set of broken armor, and there was even a scream echoing in his ears.
"Huh?"
Lucius covered his eyes with his hands and had already retreated behind a Terminator, but when he saw the Terminator covering his eyes that seemed to be burning, he let out a painful scream. After calling out, my 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 witnessed the golden sun hanging high in the sky, piercing the shell of the spirit of revenge, and finally Failure brings everyone
that kind of power, at this moment, it 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 Fons' body swelled 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 were burned out before reappeared, surrounding him as if they were alive. The cloak and even the metal under his feet were causing smoke to rise from the pus dripping from his body, causing blue-black mist to rise.
"Kill him! No matter what he is!"
Typhons's voice turned into countless echoes. The Plague Soldiers and the Wither Overlords silently stepped forward to fight against the approaching Nurgle Demon. People flocked to Rozim who looked solemn 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 the opponent 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 , a scream sounded again, and 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 retreated continuously amid the screams. . "Wow, 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 man wearing only The figure in a red robe is like a stubborn rock, no matter how the waves hit it, it remains firm and motionless.
"Hey, this must be the upper body."
Hearing this voice, Loken turned his head in surprise and found that Dogo climbed up to him without knowing when, and then leaned against a Lying down on the overturned chair, he 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."
Dogo pulled out the cork of the bottle, took a swig, and then gasped:
"Tsk, this is the only way to survive. Fortunately, I have a tapestry of revenge. Otherwise, if I really confess, follow You guys are really not doing anything good.”
“What did you mean by upper body just now?”
"What else can it mean? It's just that something ran into 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 comes"
< br>"Well, I think the emperor is very busy and he probably doesn't have time to run to Rozim."
"I didn't say it was him. Isn't there the one in the tower?"< br>
"Ah? It's Master Shi? Does he have this kind of ability?"
At this time, rows of fine golden characters were vaguely visible on Rozim's exposed strong muscles. It is a writing that has completely disappeared in the long history of mankind. It is an information carrier older than the life of the emperor. Only in the oldest ruins in the Himalayas can we see the remaining traces of this writing in fragments.
Facing the sweeping scythe, the silent Rozim jumped away, like a light and vigorous cheetah, and then landed directly on the long handle of the scythe with one leg, and kicked out the other leg violently, with the sound of wind and thunder, directly Kicking the head of the Withered Overlord with an eel-like face away, thick pus spurted 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, and a ball of moist flesh and blood snapped There was a crash against the wall, and 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. The right hand changed from a palm to a fist, and with a fierce upward blow, it hit Typhons on the chin, and knocked Typhons, who was almost as big as the Contemptor Dreadnought, ten meters away.
"Hateful! Hateful!!!"
But this injury only made Typhons more angry. He swung his sickle even more fiercely. Rozim flashed left and right, and his left hand suddenly changed. With the knife in his hand, he jumped back and struck the head of a Withered Overlord who was trying to attack in a sneak attack. With a direct click, the opponent's neck was bent at a ninety-degree angle.
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, the blade collided with Rozim's golden fist, and the golden energy came from the crack of Lal's blade. The spurt exploded, burning Lucius's pale flesh, and the Immortal screamed and staggered back.