The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 492 - 28: Thank You for Abandoning Me (4.7k)_2
Chapter 492: Chapter 28: Thank You for Abandoning Me (4.7k)_2
“Immortality! Immortality!! I have achieved immortality!!!”
“Swoosh!”
A crimson streak tore through the air, a spear resembling a withered branch thrust toward the figure’s face.
Sensing danger, two claws covered in red and black luminescent scales immediately struck out in resistance.
Accompanied by a sharp clanging of metal, the figure was blasted dozens of meters away by the immense impact force carried by the spear.
The spear, too, wailed as it flew backward, landing in a hand covered with luminescent cracks.
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“Neither human nor ghost, what should I call you?”
Luo En walked through the blood-red curtain of rain, scrutinizing the half-dragon, half-human monster covered in red and black luminescent scales, and sneered.
“Hippomenes? Or Typhon?”
That demon progenitor was no philanthropist, willing to devour even his own progeny mercilessly to be revived, let alone the humans he considered insects.
Thus, from the moment Hippomenes was corrupted by Typhon’s divinity, he had no choice but to become the flesh vessel for Typhon’s descent.
At that moment, the half-dragon monster scoffed at the words.
“I am one of the Hundred Heads, and crushing these ants on the ground doesn’t even require my full strength!”
“So it’s not Typhon himself descending? That makes things much easier…”
Before the words finished, behind Luo En the halo turned, and under the triple blessings of the [Goat], [Flame], and [White Horse], his body shot forward like a bolt of lightning, his nation-founding spear stirring up layers of blazing white flames.
The half-dragon incarnation of Typhon swung his claws, creating arcs that tore through the air, thick cold death washing over like a tide attempting to extinguish the fiery spear’s edge that struck.
For a moment, light patterns flashed chaotically, marble paving of the square shattered piece by piece, and the continuous clanging of metal resonated non-stop.
“Boom!”
After a hundred-odd moves, a thunderous explosion sounded, the ground sunk dozens of meters, and web-like cracks spread for several kilometers.
As the dust settled, the battlefield where they exchanged blows looked like the scarred surface of the moon.
The half-dragon incarnation of Typhon had its head shattered, its body impaled through the chest by the nation-founding spear, pinned against a broken column, swinging slightly like a doll hung on a tree.
Although Luo En had successfully killed his opponent, he too was far from unscathed.
In the fight, a claw strike tore his chest clothing, blood flowed freely, several broken ribs were exposed, almost revealing the squirming organs inside.
Taking a deep breath, Luo En painfully pushed the protruding ribs back into his chest cavity and stood up with difficulty, his eyes solemnly fixed on the beheaded corpse before him.
Just then, countless red and black luminescent streams, replete with immense vitality, surged from the opponent’s neck, intertwining and merging at a visible speed to sketch out the original contour of the head.
[Philosopher’s Stone]!
Luo En narrowed his eyes and immediately raised his hand forward, activating the Authority of [Flame] and [White Horse].
In an instant, blazing white flames swept over Typhon’s incarnation, roasting every inch of his skin, every strand of his flesh.
But even so, that burnt body, looking like a lump of charcoal, was visibly regenerating and healing at an incredible pace.
“Bang bang bang bang!”
Meanwhile, blood mist erupted repeatedly on the streets of the city, dozens of unconscious Arcadians reduced to mush on the ground.
Luo En’s heart sank, causing him to momentarily stop manipulating his Authority.
In the blink of an eye, the charred figure on the column shed its outer black husk, revealing pale, newly formed flesh, even the exploded head had returned to its original state.
But pain! All over, pain!
With the spear’s fiery blaze flowing, his skin burnt, bones groaned, blood boiled, organs trembled; an unprecedented agony surged into his mind like millions of red-hot iron needles piercing into his skull, constantly agitating Typhon’s incarnation’s nerves.
He forcefully suppressed his body’s twitching, grinning viciously at his opponent across from him.
“Heh, you are indeed strong, but this body holds the vitality of tens of thousands from the city. To kill me, you’d have to let everyone in the city die first!”
Luo En frowned, finding this troublesome.
The Old Gods do not rely on human faith and were imprisoned in the depths of the Netherworld because of the dreams created by humans.
Hence, their actions are naturally unrestricted, nor do they need to concern themselves with human life and death.
Typhon took advantage of this, turning the entire population of the Arcadia Royal City into his amulet. For the New Gods to tackle him, if they cared about worship, they would inevitably hesitate to act.
This old rascal is not only powerful but also shrewd, truly deserving as the progenitor of demons who even tricked Zeus.
At that moment, the incarnation of Typhon noticed his opponent’s hesitation, his gaze sweeping over the light cracks nearly covering the opponent, and also noticing his still not fully healed chest, and spoke mockingly.
“Looks like, you might not last that long.”
“You can try…”
Luo En stepped forward swiftly, charging directly at Typhon without wasting words, seemingly opting for hand-to-hand combat.
At this juncture, Typhon’s incarnation nailed to the column saw the closing gap to just three steps away, suddenly raised his head, malevolence glaring in his eyes, lifted his hand to pull out the nation-founding spear impaling his chest, throwing it behind him, and ferociously swept his claws toward the figure now within arm’s reach.
Thinking close combat would let you win? Fool!
However, the figure before him seemed to have anticipated this as he suddenly accelerated, and before the enraged Typhon’s incarnation could strike, he felt a whirl.
“Boom!”
In the middle of a crater as if struck by a meteorite, the demon progenitor’s incarnation was mercilessly slammed onto the ground by a pale hand gripping his throat—a tragic sight.
