Chapter 432 Typhon's Soul Manifestation VS Supreme And God-Of-The-Sky 2
BOOM!!
Typhon stared at the soul spirit, which burst out from Michael, and with a downward swing of his sword... The huge spirit also dropped its sword on him.
"*Die!!*"
Michael yelled, smashing his sword down on Typhon.
BAM!!!!!
"Huh?"
Michael was stunned. His Devil Sword, which could cut through anything, was caught by Typhon's soul manifestation, using two fingers!! His Spirit's sword stopped only an inch from Typhon's head.
****Using toys against me, You should at least give me respect, Brother.****
BOOM!!
A dense amount of killing instinct burst out from Typhon, throwing Michael miles away from the city.
"This?"
Aaron was stunned, he looked at Typhon, and shot towards him.
****Oh? God of the sky, what a surprise... I personally killed the first god of the sky, killing the second won't make any difference.****
He snapped his fingers, and instantly, and unknown force gripped Aaron, immobilizing him.
"You!! Let me go!!"
****I'm still amaze with your ignorance, and stupidity... Thinking I'm some puny Monsters, which you can kill with a wave of your hands... Don't you know why I'm sealed away? You're really a fool.**** Typhon turned to the side, staring at the distance.
****I can destroy a realm with just a wave of my hand, and you guys can destroy my minions with a wave of your hand, do you now see the difference...? You might be powerful, but you're still not strong enough to even clean my shoes, let alone fight me.****
"Aren't you being too Arrogant?!!!" Aaron yelled.
****Arrogance isn't a crime, It's only a crime if you don't have the strength to back it up.****
Aaron stared at Typhon in a daze.
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Michael stood up from his ground, and vigorously shook his head, removing the dizziness he was feeling.
'I was careless, again.'
{Health point: 10,000,000/20,000,000.}
"Hey, system, are you saying just his killing instinct removed 10,000,000 Health point?! What the fuck!!"
Michael looked around the destroyed forest he smashed into and sighed:
"I can't defeat him, I'm not strong enough."
{Actually, Host has a way to defeat the soul manifestation.}
"Which way?! I can't use [Spetiokinesis] because he can simply escape space skills, I can't use [Haemokinesis] because he doesn't have blood, my void attack skills are also ineffective, because he is a Manifestation... Wait."
Michael remembered a skill, he switched on the System screen, and check the detail.
"Wow, whatever gods there is, is truly on my side." He switched off the system, and picked up his sword from the ground.
"Time to show that old fucking Dragon who's the Boss."
With a Sonic boom, he shot into the air.
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"Why are you protecting Kara?!" Aaron asked.
****Kara? You mean sword Saint? She's my Lord, so I had to protect her... Answer this.**** Typhon turned to Aaron.
****If your Lord is in danger, won't you help?****
Aaron remained silent, staring at Typhon with a deep frown.
****That's what I think.****
Typhon turned his head to the side, seeing Michael flying towards them.
****Now God of the sky, stay back and watch the show.****
He waved his hand, throwing Aaron to the ground, right in front of the entrance of the city... He then turned to Michael.
****What took you so long, Brother?****
"**Oh, you have been waiting for me? How Nice of you to wait for your death.**"
Typhon raised an eyebrow, upon hearing Michael's demonic voice.
****You're my brother, Supreme, Why don't we join forces? We don't need to be enemies, if you join me, I'll give you everything you ever dreamed of.****
"**Sorry, But you can't give me anything.**"
BOOM!!
A Vortex opened behind Michael.
"**Because, I have everything.**"
Apate, Zelus, Alien, Predator, Azazel, Dracula, Chimaera, and Abyss walked out.
"**I will admit it, You're indeed powerful, but this is only a manifestation, so you can't act all mighty here.**"
Typhon tilted his head to the side, and smirked:
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****Come on them.****
Michael smirked back and instantly disappeared... The eight walkers drew out their weapons, and shot forward.
****Come on.****
Whoosh!
Typhon shot towards them.
Michael appeared in front of him, and slashed with his sword, Typhon dodged with a bend of his body, grabbed Michael's wrist and threw him some meters back.
Without wasting even a second, he moved towards Apate, and sent a punch, shattering her into smoke, then moved to the other.
****If this is the best your soldiers can offer, you're nothing!!**** He shattered Chimaera with a kick, and moved to another.
Michael Stabilized himself, and stared at the system screen.
{Walkers have been destroyed: 1/5.}
In less than a minute, Typhon destroyed the last walker, and grinned at Michael, staring at him over his shoulder.
****Is that all?****
Michael grinned back: "**Not really.**"
The eight walkers instantly rose again, standing behind him.
"**You might be powerful, but not strong enough, Come out!! All of you!!!!**"
BOOM!!!!!
Typhon looked around him, seeing Walkers walking out from countless vortexes.
****I'm surprised, More than a Million Soldiers, Who would have thought a common human can command such force.**** He said.
Aaron looked up at the sky, seeing only figures in Black armor.
"He's going all out?!"
"Aaron?!"
He looked over his shoulder, seeing his group rushing back.
"What happened to you?!" Aurora asked in shock, seeing the black energy chains around Aaron.
"Don't worry about me, I can get out of this, soon... For now, let's keep some distance."
The group looked up at the soldiers above them, nodded; and quickly moved out from the ruins.
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"**Today, I'll know how strong you really are Typhon! Walkers!! Attack!!**"
With Michael's order, the whole Walkers let out a roar, and shot towards Typhon.
'System, if a walker is destroyed, revive it, but don't revive if it's destroyed for the fourth time.'
{Ok, Host.}
****Hehehe...****
Killing instinct burst out from Typhon, killing more than a thousand walkers, but that didn't stop the rest.
Michael and his commanders stood at a distance, watching as Typhon single-handedly fought the walkers, killing thousands with every punch.
"*What's your plan, Ruler?*" Apate asked in mild confusion.
Michael looked at her, then at Typhon, and grinned.