The improvement of a Godslayer was all-rounded.
Other than his magic resistance, his physical attributes had also been greatly improved. His flesh and blood looked soft, but it was extremely hard. If Ling Yun remembered correctly, his bones had already surpassed the sturdiest alloy in the human world.
Of course, it was still in the category of humans.
After all, strictly speaking, the God Slayers were actually a group of powerful Cursemancers.
"This smell is worse than falling into a manure pit.”
Ling Yun sniffed his arm and turned his head away in disgust.
If he hadn't resolved Typhon back then, his body would have collapsed and collapsed. However, the outcome was always good.
The immense power of the curse had given Ling Yun an even longer duration of the restriction.
He could even touch a corner of it if he tried harder.
Once he reached the point where he could flexibly use the Domineering Brilliance, he would not be at a disadvantage even if he faced more than one god at a time.
"Let's go back first."
Ling Yun stood up. He was more like a monster than a monster as he strolled alone in the scorching desert.
The surroundings were filled with yellow sand and strong winds. The influence of the arrival of the God of Disobedience, Typhon, might last for a long time.
When Typhon, who was exhausted, wanted to escape from the Sicarian Sea, Zeus, the King of Gods, pressed Mount Aetna down on him.
In the end, after the Demon God who was severely injured by lightning failed, flames erupted from the dark and rocky valley. The terrible heat burned the ground and melted it.
Typhon, who had completely lost his ability to fight, was banished to Tartarus and sealed for eternity.
However, the suppressed Typhon had once again produced a violent wind that wreaked havoc on the human world. It was a kind of wind that wreaked havoc on the surface of the sea, blowing over ships and drowning sailors. If the line leaders encountered them, they would not be able to escape the disaster.
The other type of creatures wreaked havoc on land. They blew across the endless land of flowers, destroying the farmlands of farmers, covering them with dust, and letting out cruel screams.
The storm on the outskirts of Milan would last for at least half a year before it subsided, and the desertified land would never return to its original state.
This was the disaster brought by the arrival of the God of Disobedience.
However, none of this had anything to do with Ling Yun. He was in a good state of mind when he arrived at a ruin in the desert and found the female knight hiding inside.
Her long golden hair was as beautiful as the morning sun, and her gorgeous appearance made it impossible for anyone to guess that she was only fifteen years old this year. Her figure was far more developed than her peers, and the cleavage in front of her dark red dress was intoxicating.
Erika's appearance was amazing, but her usual elegance and nobility were nowhere to be seen. Half of her body was buried under the yellow sand.
The girl who was involved in the war of the God of Disobedience was already very lucky to be able to survive.
Ling Yun tested her breathing and cast a simple healing technique on her. Then, he carried the girl and left the sand-covered desert.
.........
After Typhon returned to myth, the sandstorm that ravaged Milan gradually ceased, but the gray suburbs in the distance were still very conspicuous.
The sirens of ambulances, police cars, and fire engines sounded one after another in the city. The chaotic city was slowly returning to order.
For ordinary people, this disaster was just an unexpected natural disaster. They could not blame anyone.
However, to the Cursemancers, the arrival of Typhon, the God of Disobedience, gave these people with Curse Power a great pressure.
They didn't know what had happened in the sandstorm.
However, judging from the constantly shaking atmosphere, it seemed that there was a war between the disobedient gods inside.
After that, the storm gradually subsided. Although the Cursemancers wanted to know who would win, the God of Disobedience had no intention of letting the mortals admire his heroic bearing.
In Milan, the headquarters of the Red Copper Black Cross was brightly lit. Paul, the chief commander of the Magic Association, was pacing back and forth anxiously. The knights and spellcasters he sent out had been looking for Erika since morning.
When the God of Disobedience descended, the tracing plan could only be temporarily suspended.
Ever since her parents left, the girl had been growing up under his protection. The little rascal had become a grand knight.
Erika was the apple of Paul's eye. As long as it was for her, Paul would do anything.
However, when facing the God of Disobedience, he could only prepare for the worst.
"President, Miss Erika is back.”
A knight quickly walked in from outside the door with an excited expression.
Erika was not only the handsome man's favorite, but also the admiration of all the young talents in Red Copper Black Cross.
"You're back? Quickly bring me there."
Hearing this news, Paul, who had always been calm and collected, also stepped forward anxiously.
Erika was lying quietly in her bedroom. The Cursemancer from the Red Copper Black Cross who was best at healing had come here. Except for some damage to her consciousness, she was fine. She just needed to rest for a few days.
This good news immediately made Paul feel extremely relieved.
Then, he left the room and let her recuperate alone.
Then he asked the knight beside him," Did Erika come back alone?”
"No, I'm not. It was said that the Cursemancer from the East had brought her back from the storm.”
"From the storm?"
Paul thought for a few seconds, and his relaxed mind instantly tensed up.
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