Chapter 612: The Strongest Man in the World!
Ares now looks like he is cosplaying as a sword bone.

But compared to that ordinary high school boy, Ares’ image is too R18G.

He is the type that can be directly pulled into some special film sets to be the boss, and would not look out of place even in the Ultraman Theater.

Ares was extremely excited at this moment, shouting some lines that he had copied from some unknown film set.

Although he already knew that he was doomed to fail, the intensity of the battle almost made Ares shout “Burning Heart!”

At this moment, she didn’t care about so many things. She just focused on pushing her strength to the limit.

Such purity and bravery would make Eros feel ashamed of himself.

When it comes to magnetic fields, this perverted guy of his is far inferior to these crazy women!

Fortunately, he has changed the system, and now it is his turn to exercise power.

Because of Eros’s spoilsport, the gods’ attention had long since shifted back to the battlefield outside the sky.

The two evil stars rushed forward, and wherever they passed, the stars were extinguished and dimmed. Every time there was a collision between the two, the stars in the sky dimmed.

And Ares’s final move, a life-and-death attack, would naturally be a hundred times more powerful.

“The Divine Martial Way of Killing! The Ultimate True Form! Yeah!”

The blood blade absorbed into the body broke out of the body, like a majestic wild beast, or like the god of millions of weapons in the world, the unstoppable edge and murderous intent were undoubtedly revealed.

This is literally the unity of man and sword. The power of disaster lord of the weapon is the full strength of Ares.

“The strength I have accumulated now is only enough for me to deliver four strikes in this state. If you can hold on, you win.”

Ares was still able to maintain his sanity and said these words.

But Typhon did not have the sympathy and respect that other strong men have. She only had a gradually growing domineering and arrogance.

Compared to Ares, her clothes and armor were still intact and her appearance was still normal. Facing Ares’s four-move declaration, Typhon responded arrogantly.

“No need for four strikes. I will defeat you before the third strike.”

“Okay! Let’s try it!”

Ares gathered her last strength, saw billions of lives disappear, and was drawn into a massive war that allowed her to forge four swords.

The blood flames surged into the sky, transforming into a blood blade that spanned thousands of miles and grew out from Ares’ arm bones.

“spot!”

“ape!”

“See!”

“Blood!”

The Blood Blade Lotus has a terrifying appearance, like the mad beast demon Ares. These last four swords are filled with a different kind of philosophical thinking.

Strike last but arrive first? Dimensional folding technique? These four attacks were clearly launched one after another, but they overlapped strangely, as if they were launched at the same time.

Chop horizontally, chop vertically, chop again, and chop again!
The simplest and most direct moves, without any fancy operations, integrating the dark Shura way of burning life and the divine killing way of life-severing way.

It erupted with pure power of destruction and killing, spanning the starry sky and staining the stars with blood.

“it is good!”

Seeing Ares wielding all his remaining four swords without reservation, Typhon was delighted and increased his strength to the extreme in one breath.

At this moment, she had already noticed the line drawn in front of her.

As long as she has the awareness and motivation to cross over, with her perfect state and flow, she can directly blast out the one million trillion power that is absolutely impossible to resist. But, there is no need for that.

Typhon stopped at the final limit. No matter how close the number after the decimal point was, it was indeed ninety-nine, not one hundred.

“Demon Explosion Fist!”

There is no need for too many quantifiers to describe it. When this punch was thrown, the blood-red color that Ares had painted half of the galaxy was blown away by the aftermath.

Just like a faded painting, the blood color was blown away first, and then in the next moment, it was completely blown away like dust.

This punch literally pierced through the stars, and the aftermath alone even blew away half of the galaxy.

Ares’ bloody blade was shattered by Typhon before it fell. The power formed by the resentment of billions of lives was easily shattered in front of the terrifying demon Typhon.

Ares’ power was temporary, but Typhon’s power was endless. He burst in front of Ares, and his gauntleted palm hit her face directly.

The shattered sword blades flew everywhere, and Ares’ figure fell like a meteor, piercing through the sky of the Greek world and falling into the sea.

Typhon, without any scar, flapped his wings and landed on Mount Olympus again, looking down at the gods from above.

She is the approaching storm, the one who brings destruction to Olympus, the greatest and strongest enemy destined for the almighty god Zeus.

The shadow cast by the black dragon wings brought a dark shadow of destruction to this sacred “place of light”.

Typhon’s eyes first glanced at Zeus, then shifted to Eros and Gaia.

Just when Eros thought Typhon was going to yell “What are you doing to my mother?!” and rush down, Typhon just rushed past.

“So who will be next? You, Zeus? Or should I ask that little god of love to try me again?”

Typhon didn’t care about his mother goddess being captured.

Gaia was delighted by this coldness, but at the same time she also felt deeply abnormal.

Typhon was not like that. Although she was not very intelligent and was a weapon, she still had basic emotions, otherwise she would not have been angry about the death of her adoptive mother, Pithong.

But Typhon was not like that now. The enthusiasm and coldness in her eyes made Gaia feel familiar. She looked very human in appearance and had a very human heart.

Emotions, in the human heart, are far less important than desires.

Typhon looked at Zeus with a gaze that was familiar to Gaia, which was the desire that everyone would have.

The pinnacle of the Greek world, the Lord of Olympus, the King of the Gods, the ruler of all things, she also wanted to try this position.

“Mother Goddess, I’m sorry that I’m going to stray from your ideals.”

In a detail that no one noticed, Typhon’s lips moved slightly, apologizing to Gaia, the one who created him.

Immediately, an even hotter flame burned up. She wanted to become the strongest person in the world, to do whatever she wanted, without being restrained or controlled by anyone.

“It’s okay, if you want to do it, go ahead.”

Faintly, Typhon seemed to hear whispers from the Mother Goddess, and there were also other voices mixed in.

They were encouraging and giving Typhon strength.

“Typhon, let the gods fear you, let the heavens be in awe of you.”

And Zeus, the most important opponent in Typhon’s eyes, finally stood up.

But there was something strange about Zeus’s movements when he stood up. Although most of the goddesses did not notice it, Eros did.

Something was not right. It seemed as if he had overlooked something, something important.

(End of this chapter)