Who is not a warrior these days?

Chapter 368 Thunder

"boom!"

An unprecedented energy storm instantly tore apart the originally tough land of the underworld!

The dark aura that always lingers over the underworld and the skeletons that pile up in the surging Styx, floating up and down, sinking for eternity, are like dust swept away by a storm in the sea. In an instant, they are crushed into bubbles and disappear in a flash.

On the devastated land of Hades.

"Boom!"

Wang Li, wearing the Gemini Gold Armor, stood steadily on the ground, holding the Poseidon Trident in his right hand and just placed it aside.

The golden light and scarlet aura that originally surrounded him were gradually fading.

Correspondingly, the scale of his sixth sense microcosm is expanding rapidly in this head-to-head legendary duel. Faintly, the touch of gold in the deep silver microcosm is becoming more and more brilliant and pure.

At this moment, Typhon stood quietly on the ground.

Typhon stretched out his few remaining arms and groped upwards, as if trying to touch his own head, which had a hundred of them.

There was nothing above the empty body.

Its brain, which was full of ambition and desire, and always raging with a desire to destroy everything, had undoubtedly been completely cut off by Wang Li...

With the power of Typhon, with the divine power bestowed upon it by Gaia, the Mother Goddess of the Earth, and Tartarus, the God of the Abyss and Hell.

Even if the brains of a hundred snake heads were cut off, it would not be enough to seriously injure it, let alone kill it.

Even as long as it stands on the earth, its endless supply of livelihood will give it an immortality countless times stronger than an immortal body.

Otherwise, according to mythology, Zeus would not have suppressed it under the island of Sicily after it was defeated by Zeus.

It’s true that Typhon is impossible to kill!
but now……

The tyrannical, cruel, and arrogant aura that originally surrounded it had long since dissipated.

The divinity bestowed upon it by Gaia, the Mother Goddess of the Earth, is continuously drawing countless vitality from the depths of the earth, trying to pull it back from the other side of death at this moment.

But even so, it still cannot stop Typhon's vitality from rapidly declining...

Typhon keenly captured some of the throbbing from the level of fate.

At this moment, the taste of death was so clear.

All that emerged in Typhon's consciousness was an irrepressible feeling of emptiness.

Cold, biting, shaking...

Clearly, at the end, he saw a strong golden light that seemed to blind all living things instantly, but Typhon only felt an indescribable extreme coldness swallowing him!
That is the ultimate penetration, the deep tranquility...

There was no malice, anger, or hysteria on the Poseidon Trident. It just calmly cut off all its heads, just like its own destiny, which should be pierced and cut off at this moment, and ended at this moment as it should be. Everything was just like this...

come down……

come down……

At a certain moment, Typhon even suddenly heard the dense and calm sound of waves lingering in his ears.

That unclear voice seemed to be pulling its restless soul back to its father.

He seemed to have fallen into the deepest abyss...

Its father, Tartarus, the god of the abyss of hell, is opening his arms to it, welcoming its return...

Just like the time corridor that every dying life obtains before death.

Memories from deep within gradually surged up.

Typhon was in a trance, as if he had returned to Mount Olympus, and he was still rushing into this holy mountain with a cruel and fiery attitude, torturing the gods and tyrannizing Zeus. "That moment was so refreshing, I really wanted to stay at that moment forever..."

"Well, Pollux, son of God, you win." Typhon's body fell heavily to the ground, like a huge rolling mountain, just sitting there quietly.

……

[Ding! System warning: Player Wang Li, you have suffered the backlash of Typhon's unknown limited fate. You have suffered damage from Typhon's original fate (the ancestor of all monsters and demons). You will also suffer damage from Typhon's related fate (the destiny of the one-day god king). (Extremely strong)!! ]

[Ding! System prompt, player Wang Li is performing a fate immunity check...]

[Ding! System prompt, player Wang Li has received the blessing of 'Ananke, the goddess of all variables and constants', and the immunity check is a great success. You are not affected in any way...]

[Ding! System prompt, player Wang Li, you have killed the boss of the current area, and you will gain some characteristics or abilities of 'Demon God, Father of Demons, Ancestor of All Demons, Typhon']

[System prompt: Player Wang Li, you have killed the boss of this area, 'Demon God, Father of Demons, Ancestor of All Demons, Typhon'. You can choose to continue to go deeper into this instance...]

Wang Li looked at the remains of Typhon not far away, stood on the ground, and the system panel in front of him was filled with dense prompt messages.

I felt the energy constantly surging from my body, and its size was constantly expanding with every breath, as if it was a small universe that was moving towards the "seventh sense" endlessly, and I was lost in thought.

Sure enough, fighting is the best way for a Saint Seiya to practice.

Even if it was just a few moments of battle between himself and Typhon, it was incomparably powerful in improving Wang Li's microcosmic cultivation.

If the intensity of such a battle could be increased by several orders of magnitude, I might actually be able to break through the seventh sense of the microcosm in a big battle!
Compared to this, the little gift I got from the system after killing Typhon is not worth mentioning.

At least Wang Li didn't think that the attributes, characteristics, powers, authority, and even the divine powers of the two original ancient gods from Typhon could greatly enhance his own strength.

"Oh, I remember there are a few more things."

While he was speaking, circles and circles of long strips of objects, constantly flowing with endless thunder-colored divine blood, appeared in Wang Li's hands.

Wang Li exerted a little force with his right hand, and tons of thunder blood from the God King Zeus, which had been extracted from his body, were squeezed out like a surging river. Then Wang Li poured it all over his holy clothes.

Thunder roared on the holy garment one after another. At the same time, the sound of thunder came from the void. It did not come from a certain place, but was spread throughout the entire underworld. This world was shrouded in dark clouds, in which the surging power of thunder was surging.

After a moment, the power in the dark clouds became deeper and deeper, the sound of thunder became more and more obscure, and even time and space resonated. After reaching a peak, the Gemini Cloth on Wang Li's body turned into a flash of lightning and rushed into the dark clouds.

Wang Li's mind moved, and he immediately stirred his small universe, transforming into a cosmic starlight and chasing after it.

The next moment, a bolt of thunder roared from the dark clouds, but Wang Li did not dodge or retreat, but went straight towards the thunder and lightning.

At the moment when the thunder intersected, Wang Li caught the thunder naturally in the nick of time.

boom--

Then there was a muffled thunder, as if the sky exploded at the same time.

The thick dark clouds in the sky suddenly broke apart.

At this moment, Wang Li was wearing a brand new Gemini holy robe covered with thunder patterns, and standing in the sky holding the big thunder.

As if sensing something, Wang Li lightly touched his new holy garment with "Great Thunder".

In an instant, the holy robe turned into a myth, with the sky as armor, the clouds as decoration, the thunder as shield, the lightning as spear, the thunderbolt as arrow, the wind from all directions as driving force, and the thunder from the nine heavens as the cardinal!

"Oh my god! It actually works!!!"

Even someone as thick-skinned as Wang Li was a little confused when looking at his new look.

I was just trying it out, so how come I succeeded?

His own holy clothes and the blood of Zeus in the parallel world of the Greek original should obviously be incompatible!
Wang Li thought for a moment, and since things had come to this point, he decided to leave for the time being.

What was supposed to happen has already happened. There's no point in getting anxious. You might as well find an opponent and give the gods a good beating. Maybe the problem will be solved?
With such a dream in mind, the next moment, as Wang Li's consciousness fluctuated, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot...

(End of this chapter)