A Core Ship From The Start
/ A Core Ship From The Start Chapter 960
Chapter 960: Chapter 663: Fellow Villagers Meeting Each Other_2 Chapter 960: Chapter 663: Fellow Villagers Meeting Each Other_2 “Hmm, so that's it. Waiting by the tree stump for a hare to come,” he muttered to himself.
But speaking of which, dressed in green armor, spraying insects, holding a scythe…
Could it be the one who claims to be the “true Fourteenth Legion Commander,” “Master of the Fly Nest Destruction,” Typhonse?
If it really is this guy, then my debut battle is bound to be troublesome!
Thinking of this, Duanmu Huai's expression darkened. Typhonse was not one of the Genetic Prototypes, but he was equally troublesome and dangerous. Indeed, such actions were Typhonse's style. During the Imperial Era, he liked to wander everywhere, spreading viruses and plagues, thus earning the moniker “Traveler.” Although there were numerous demons and gods in this world, and ordinary villains might still have a chance of being toyed to death, if it was Typhonse, then utterly destroying this world would not be a difficult task for him.
Typhonse…
At the thought of this name, Duanmu Huai licked his lips; this could be considered one of the most coveted preys for all Judges below the Genetic Prototypes. And now, he had arrived in this world, planning to enthusiastically pull off a big one. He had no idea that the Tribunal's Sharp Blade had already silently reached behind him.
Duanmu Huai did not hesitate, nor did he fear or feel terror. After all, he ultimately had to face the Chaos Evil God; if he couldn't handle even a small pawn blessed by an Evil God, then there was no point talking about any future.
And being myself a Judge of level 40, God of Destruction at level 15, Old God's Will at level 1, God of Joy at level 5… that's no joke!
Next, it would be a showdown to see who was stronger.
In an abandoned temple, a towering figure was busy. He stared at the big pot in front of him, fascinated by the nauseating dark yellow viscous substance inside. By his side, several small, cute, and chubby elves were hopping and jumping around; they opened their mouths, stuck out their tongues, and let out giggles, just like a group of playful children.
The towering figure watched this scene, his eyes filled with burning flames.
All this had lasted long enough, from that time until now, they had lain dormant for too long, the paths to reality were closed, warriors in the twisted void fought endlessly for meager resources, and even they had reached the brink of extinction. But he wasn't afraid, for the Father's love was guarding him, the true hope, the transformation of death and life, proving that the Father was right. At the moment of impending extinction, the radiance of life emerged again.
And now, he was about to return to the work he excelled the most, letting the entire Milky Way tremble once more under the shadow of Lord of Plague. This was just a beginning, but he hoped for a perfect start, a new beginning that would herald a new cycle of life…
Perhaps because he was too engrossed, he failed to notice the dark shadow that appeared behind him like a ghost.
The roaring Thunder Warhammer suddenly split the air, lightning wreaking havoc and breaking the heavy darkness; the Thunder Warhammer smashed into the back of the Lord of the Fly's Nest at a flawless angle, unleashing deadly flames abruptly. In the next instance, the towering figure flew out like a stone thrown by a catapult, crashing into the nearby wall. Yet quickly, the Lord of the Fly's Nest turned around, raising his scythe in his hands to block the subsequent attack.
“Clang———-!!”
The heavy sound of metal striking metal rang out, the flashing thunder illuminating the darkness; and upon seeing the face of his opponent, the Lord of the Fly's Nest suddenly widened his eyes in surprise–he saw the thick and familiar armor, even including the skull emblem and Aquila's mark on it. Everything was so vivid that Lord of the Fly's Nest almost forgot the tens of thousands of years of exile, as if the battle with the Empire had never ceased, as if the tens of thousands of years were just a lie, as if the stagnant time began to flow again at this moment.
“Lackey of the Corpse Emperor!!!”
At this moment, unparalleled anger burst from the heart of the Lord of the Fly's Nest; he roared as he swung his scythe, the swarm of toxic flies around him erupted like a dark cloud, bursting out from every seam and corner of his armor, the violent Psychic Power transforming into a roaring wave ahead, corruption, rotten stench, and hatred surrounding him, even everything nearby began to melt in this irreversible decay.
Duanmu Huai said nothing; he didn't need to say anything. He had nothing to discuss with these bosses, especially not with this guy who hadn't bathed in tens of thousands of years and was covered in filth and blood. Perhaps with the Tyrannical Champion, he might have said a bit more, but facing this human-shaped stink bomb emitting a vomit-inducing odor, Duanmu Huai didn't want to say a word.
He just wanted to kill him quickly.
The corrupted toxic flies couldn't succeed; the lightning and Black Flame swirling around Duanmu Huai's armor mercilessly devoured all the toxic flies that dared to attack him, and facing the Lord of the Fly's Nest's Psychic Blast, Duanmu Huai scoffed coldly, his overwhelming Psychic Powers began to gather and smashed head-on.
Chapter end
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