Chapter 660 What the Hell Is 511 Hitting (Part 2)

Of all the great daemons of Nurgle there is one who stands alone, a being whose rotten, loathsome life spreads in waves around him wherever he steps.

It is Rotigus the Rainfather, the most merciful servant of the Plague God.

He hums a faint dirge as Nurgle's torrential rains beat endlessly against his hooded head.

When those beset by drought or famine pray desperately to the gods they call the Rainfather, the God of Life, the God of the Harvest, only this looming abomination comes to answer their call. As their lands squirm with Rotigus' generosity, they realize how horribly wrong they have been.

Livestock give birth to deformed young until they cover the land in screaming, slimy flesh. Plants and animals swell and twist with strange fecundity, while foul floods rise and fall endlessly, washing over the land.

Rotigus's fat hands tightly grasped the staff, and his pus-filled eyes stared at a dark-looking Changing Demon Lord. Energy surged in his hands, and soon, or in an instant, with the ripples of joyful laughter, a black-green sphere instantly appeared above Isniqilik's head.

The Five Corruptions were spinning and expanding, emitting a disgusting stench.

He was covered in shit, but he still dared to be stubborn.

It swung its staff violently, and before Isniqilik could react, the sphere burst, and the rotten matter inside poured out, drowning Isniqilik like a flood.

Isniqilik let out a sharp scream, and his body was covered with rotten matter. His shining sapphire and diamond skin was corroded and became dull. Those ever-changing eyes began to fester, and tears mixed with rotten flowed down and turned into pus.

Its wings flapped violently in pain, and its body twisted violently, as if trying to break free from this terrible corrosion, but to no avail. Its feathers began to fall off, and the exposed flesh was corroded by the decay, emitting bursts of foul smell. Its sickle-like curved beak was corroded into a deformity, and it wailed in pain.

Its miserable state was unbearable to watch. It screamed and fell from the air, hitting the ground heavily. Its body gradually collapsed under the erosion of the decay and turned into a pool of foul-smelling liquid.

Now it has become the seven of us who are too strong.

Just as the laughing Rotigus was about to do the same, Carlos cast a new spell, and strange flashing color rings began to move up and down on its curved staff. The staff emanated a strange light, as if the colors of the rainbow were flowing and changing on its surface. Suddenly, huge tendrils shot out from the top of the staff, colorful and like a living thing, the tendrils twisted and rushed towards Rotigus.

The colorful tendrils quickly entangled Rotigus like vines, and they drew dazzling trajectories in the air, like a group of dancing snakes.

Tendrils wrapped around Rotigus's fat body, tightly binding him and making him unable to move. The huge pressure caused his body to fall downward, and the tendrils wrapped around his arms and legs, tightening and dragging him to the ground.

The tendrils also grabbed his staff and hood, and his blind mouth opened, biting his body with a disgusting gnawing sound, trying to tear it into pieces.

Suddenly, Rotigus let out a low roar, and the energy in his body suddenly exploded, and corrosive energy gushed out from around his body. The tendrils were scorched by the hot energy, emitting acrid smoke, struggling and twisting in the air, and finally fell from the air powerlessly.

The corrupted tendril forest piled up on the ground like charcoal ash, smoking, and gradually turned into charred debris, but the tendrils did not disintegrate immediately.

With a burst, the remaining tendrils exploded with colorful colors, as gorgeous as fireworks. The shock wave generated by the explosion caused the ground to bulge and crack, steam rose into the air, and the air was filled with the smell of burning. The tendril disappeared in the vibration, and turned into nothingness along with Carlos's spell.

However, the huge shock that should have knocked Rotigus away did not have an effect. It stood there motionless, and the burn marks and charred skin on its body gradually healed. It let out a low laugh and disdained Carlos's spell.

At this time, the four Great Unclean Ones also changed their formation. Pusregnant, the only one left among the three brothers, stood in front of Rotigus to provide him with cover. And Polagus, the "Stink One", as a midfielder, lost his original importance after the Nurgle battle group was blown up by the first two waves. It chose to stand in front of Kugath, a typical meat shield tactic.

On the other side, the situation of the second position of the Ever-changing Demon Lord was not good. The colorful Amon was maneuvering, trying in vain to resist those rotating Xiangs with certain automatic tracking functions. As the sho exploded like an anti-aircraft shell, blasting it all over, it roared in pain and frustration, letting lightning and demonic flames flicker around it, igniting the sho that was spinning and emitting a foul smell in the air.

Amon was the embodiment of magic, a fragment of chaos, but unlike Carlos, it was an embodiment of Tzeentch.

It screamed in pain and anger, and in a flash, a huge spinning twisted web began to appear in front of it. The twisted web was like an illusory shield, covering it between it and the sho.

The twisted web was transparent, and only the turbulence caused could reveal its existence, and the twists became larger and larger. When the sho hit the web, the web would swirl in all directions.

But the expansion of the twisted barrier did not reverse Amon's situation. Kugas seemed to have set his sights on it. Kugas, the thrower, adjusted his throwing method, and Xiang flew over the huge round shield and exploded. It could only modify the spell and pierce the staff into the center of the vortex, trying to save itself from shrinking. The light it emitted spread out and enveloped it.

Its entire figure turned into a broken semi-complete image, as if someone was peeping at its reflection in a broken mirror, but it also temporarily lost the ability to attack.

Kugas achieved its goal, and after laughing joyfully, it turned its attention to other ever-changing demons.

Chasen, who noticed Kugas adjusting his target, keenly captured the opportunity. It let out a painful and disgusted cry, flew high into the sky, and circled like a bird in the sky. The staff in its hand changed and became a spear. When the spear took shape, it swooped down, not caring about the rolling black and green energy.

"It turns out that it can fly." Dakuus exclaimed as he looked at the fat big bird.

Bolagus laughed at the rapid breakthrough of Chasen, and at the same time, he raised his corrupted greatsword to meet Chasen's arrival.

After a loud bang, Chasen fell from the sky like lightning, and collided with Bolagus. The catastrophic force shook the ground under their feet, and a destructive force wave spread outward. Then, a loud noise caused by a huge energy impact resounded throughout the battlefield, illuminating the entire scene, and the huge energy also spread out these two terrifying beings.

Chasen's spear flashed with the flames given by Tzeentch, as clear and pure as a diamond, and as twisted and chaotic as a diamond. Its robe was wrapped with the crackling energy gathered by its previous spell, and it was flashing a powerful light.

Bolagus responded to Chasen's challenge, and its greatsword flowed with corrupted light. It jumped and bounced from the ground and greeted Chasen, its two big mouths wide open.

The two forces collided with each other, and colorful light spread in all directions. Chasen tried to thrust his spear at Bolagus, but the Great Unclean One blocked the blow and swirled a jet of black-green energy at him. It shattered the blow with its spear, replacing the twisted light with blinding flames.

Chasen's malice grew with each blow of the spear, and it attacked frantically, shouting spells. If it was destined to be exiled, it would be satisfied, its only goal was to destroy its enemy in front of it, its eternal enemy.

But the Great Unclean One was strong in its own right, as strong as the veins of the world. It laughed in defiance, gathering a powerful energy with terrible power. Fetid winds pushed Chasen back, black-green energy whipping Chasen's body. Vicious Nurglings pounced on Chasen, biting at his neck and shoulders.

A part of the Chaos Realm was dragged into reality, fighting between the mortal world and the boiling realm of energy.

Chasen's fury repelled the Great Unclean One's attack, and it swung its glittering spear wildly. Diamond-like points of light poured out from the tip of the spear, rushing towards the Great Unclean One with deadly intent. The demonic flames exploded violently after touching the Great Unclean One's skin, blasting open the Great Unclean One's skin and letting out painful blinding light.

Bolagus stumbled back, the stinging and burning demonic flames made it miserable. It held the greatsword tightly in its right hand and released a spell. A stream of black-green liquid covered its body, wrapping it in a wall.

Then it aimed the greatsword at Chasen, and the black-green energy swept towards Chasen, tearing the air along the way, leaving a thick wisp of toxic smoke. Chasen, who was unable to dodge, was swallowed by the energy and trapped in the liquid.

Sensing that his energy was fading, Chasen ignored the severe pain in his body and launched a desperate counterattack. The spear dancing in his hand flashed, slicing through the energy and tearing the tattered curtain containing Nurgle's will. With a wail, he shot out the last of his energy. He raised his spear with great effort. The tip of the spear still flashed with a strange light, but the hot light on it had dimmed.

Bolagus, who had the upper hand in the fight, rushed towards Chasen triumphantly. His greatsword roared again, a piercing sound accompanied by various distorted lives. His hand without the greatsword reached out to Chasen and grabbed Chasen's wings with his fingers. Chasen, who was close to him, wanted to repel him and desperately slashed forward with his spear.

However, Chasen's efforts were in vain. The Lord of Change was too weak in close combat, even though he was a close combat expert among the Lords of Change.

Bolagus sensed his victory and pulled Chasen into a strange hug. It abandoned its greatsword and wrapped its arms around Chasen's struggling body, enveloping him in a sickening, energy-sucking embrace.

Chasen howled in despair, its spear dropped to the ground as it blindly swung its silver claws at and tore at its victim, aware that its consciousness was fading.

Nurgle's will seeped through its magical shield, and a deadly weariness overtook it. Bolagus's gleaming eyes filled its vision, the Great Unclean One's wide mouth turned into a kind smile, the stench was overwhelming, and it was left with only blurry vision.

"Now it's the six of us that are too strong."

Darkius sighed and looked down at Vizar. He was sure that the energy at this time was indeed weakened, so weak that the Lord of Change had to abandon the long-range attack method and look for opportunities in close combat. The problem is... the Lord of Change's close combat ability is not good, and the two big cores have not been resolved.

After completing the kill, Bolagus roared and chopped the big sword he picked up again into the air, trying to knock down the already filled position of Shilagtru. At the same time, Shilagtru stabbed down with all his strength, and the staff turned into a spear penetrated the flesh covering the skull of the Great Unclean One, and then split the thick and hard bones.

When the spear passed through the base of the Great Unclean One's brain and inserted into the spinal cord, Bolagus's dying howl stopped abruptly. At the last moment, the foul-smelling body fluids gushed out from the package of its swollen skin, and all the Lords of Change fighting around it were drenched.

On the other side, Pusregnant also fought with Ajik and Sasoril. Ajik's claws ripped it open, but it just responded with laughter, and then swung the sword violently, cutting off Sasoril who tried to fill the position, along with half of his wings and left hand.

It enjoyed Sasoril's roar, and a smile appeared on its withered face with its tongue hanging out. However, its smile soon solidified on its face. Sasoril's damaged muscles did not quickly reorganize around the broken bones, but it was fine at all. It hit an illusion.

Sasoril grinned, fangs exposed, and pounced on the Great Unclean One.

Pusregnant roared in reaction, and the Nurgling rolled out of its stomach, hitting and biting Sasoril.

As if it had predicted its own end, Sasoril ignored the harassment of the Nurglings and attacked with fangs and claws, tearing many holes in Pusregnant.

It might be instinct or some other blessing, the Great Unclean One was hit by it and couldn't move forward or backward. In front of it, the sword in the hands of the Great Unclean One was too slow, and the left hand grabbing it was too funny. It kept extending its fangs and adjusting the angle to hit the shoulders of the Great Unclean One.

It might be because it had the upper hand for a while, or it might be because it was really not good at close combat, of course, it might be because of a brain twitch, or Pusregnant adjusted the angle. Ajik, who pounced on the neck of the Great Unclean One, bit the loose chin of the Great Unclean One firmly, and the sharp teeth only succeeded in tearing off a layer of rotten fat.

Just as Ajik spat out the disgusting thing and prepared to take another bite, the Great Unclean One opened its mouth and sprayed a lot of maggots, vomit and other filth from between its rotten teeth, hitting its face and splashing a lot into its mouth. It could not see anything at once, it loosened its claws, let go of the flesh and blood of the Great Unclean One, stumbled back, and swept wildly.

It would have been better if it had not swept, but this sweep hit Sasoril next to it, causing Sasoril's attack to deform.

At the same time, it felt that its insides were melting, and the filth vomited by the Great Unclean One multiplied in its body and tore its internal organs. It tried to roar to dispel the fear, but it did not spit out a sound, but instead a pile of thick brown mucus. It knelt on one knee, and black liquid dripped from between its fangs.

After Pusregnant blocked the attack of the deformed Sasoril, he swung the multi-section rusty sword cleanly and chopped off Ajik's bird head. Before it could scream happily, Amon suddenly appeared and ripped its chest with his sharp claws. It looked blankly at its stomach that was constantly pouring out all kinds of black and green things, ignored the attack of the Lord of Change, stumbled forward a few steps, and finally fell lifelessly.

On the other side, Kugas, with a violent attitude, as if it had received a rapid bonus effect, smashed the remaining gangrene bombs at the low-altitude gliding Shiragutulu.

These little things screamed in the air and hit Shiragutulu's body. It tried to cover its body with its wings to resist, but the membrane on its wings was quickly decomposed, and the feathers were torn off in a mess, floating in the air. Its body began to shake in instability, and the holes in its wings made it lose its previous balance.

Rotigus also moved, hugging Kugas and giggling, waving the staff in his hand. The staff cut through the air and hit Hiragutulu's head hard. Hiragutulu anticipated this attack and tried to raise his weapon to block it, but he was still a step too slow. With a dull sound, the flat, knotty staff hit Hiragutulu's head like a shovel.

Hiragutulu screamed, his body swayed, and his eyes were blurred. It struggled to stabilize its body, but the pain made its movements even more clumsy.

However, Rotigus's attack was not over. Although it was fat, its movements were extremely fast. It swung the staff again and hit Hiragutulu's unguarded left side. Hiragutulu, who had no melee defense, was hit hard, and the sternum under the feathers was crushed into powder.

Hiragutulu let out a shrill wail and his body twitched violently, but he was still tenacious. It swung the staff and stabbed it hard into the folds on Rotigus's belly, and the inflamed organs and the stench rushed out. Feeling more humiliated than in pain, Rotigus roared and struck a third blow. But he remained stubborn, clumsily dodging the equally clumsy attack and stabbed Rotigus's belly with his staff again.

With the experience of being stabbed, Rotigus mobilized his fat and used the strong fat to absorb the staff. Heragtru screamed and twitched, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull out the staff. He restrained Heragtru and swung his fat fist to hit Amon who was trying to get close.

Amon was hit by a punch that was so powerful and fierce that it flew up and drew a parabola in the air. Feathers scattered from its body, and colorful feathers fell like snowflakes.

It fell to the ground with a dull thud. It fell to the ground, motionless, but not dead yet. Its chest rose and fell slightly, obviously it was seriously injured.

After completing the attack, Rotigus adjusted his fist and smashed it at Heragtru who was still trying to pull out the staff.

The deadly fist of Nurgle hit the bird head of the Lord of Change. Heragtru let out a shrill wail, his huge body trembled violently, and his eyes closed in pain. The claws holding the staff loosened, and it fell to the ground, twisting its body and struggling, emitting intermittent whimpers. Finally, its tongue spit out from its mouth, its eyes opened and closed weakly, and the light on its body quickly disappeared.

Sasoril, who was injured in the battle with Pusregnant, and Kugas, who had thrown all the gangrene bombs, started to fight, and both sides rolled, bit, and struggled. Kugas's rotting body exuded a foul odor, and black and green mucus continued to ooze out of the wound, while Sasoril held the staff horizontally, trying to use it to push the behemoth away from himself.

Sasoril, who was pressed to the ground, struggled, and his feathers had become messy, and his shining scales had lost their luster due to corrosion. Its constantly changing body looked particularly embarrassed at the moment, and there was a light of despair in its eyes. Kugas's huge palm tightly grasped its decaying body, making a creepy creaking sound.

Kugas, who had gained the advantage in strength, sat up, lifted Sasoril to his neck, and looked at it carefully. Sasoril's body twisted violently in the air, and the rotten parts kept falling off, turning into pools of disgusting liquid. It burst into laughter, and the laughter was as deafening as thunder, mixed with the stench and the smell of decay, which was disgusting.

Sasoril, who still had a breath, waved his staff desperately, trying to make a final counterattack, but it was suppressed by Kugas's absolute power and could not move. Its eyes rolled, and it exhaled more than it inhaled, looking as if it was suffocating. Finally, the staff in its hand fell to the ground powerlessly, the bird's head tilted to the side, and the limbs that no longer struggled drooped, swaying as Kugas played with it.

After playing with it for a while, Kugas put Sasoril's decomposing body into his mouth full of rotten teeth. The huge mouth was like an abyss, swallowing Sasoril whole. With his last breath left, Sasoril screamed his last in Kugas' throat, and the sound was gradually drowned out by the stench of digestion. Kugas' stomach made a gurgling sound, celebrating this victory.

Its laughter echoed on the battlefield with a creepy joy, but soon, its laughter stopped abruptly.

Amon, who had collapsed to the ground, suddenly climbed up, screamed, and threw the staff in his hand with all his strength. The staff quickly changed in mid-air and turned into a shining spear. The spear penetrated the air, making a buzzing sound, and with unstoppable force, it pierced Kugas' body fiercely and nailed Kugas in place.

Kugas' body twitched violently, its eyes widened, its mouth opened, and it screamed silently. The rotten flesh was nailed by the spear and could not move, as if the whole world was still in its pain. Its face showed a painful and angry expression, and its body began to slowly collapse. The rotten blood flowed out of the wound and dripped onto the ground, making a sizzling sound.

After throwing the staff, Amon fell to the ground again powerlessly. His body trembled slightly. Although the energy that maintained it was rapidly fading, it did not prevent a trace of a triumphant smile from appearing on his bird face.

"What the hell is this!" Dacus, who was watching the battle from a distance, shouted subconsciously, but he did not blush, but laughed out loud. In his opinion, this was too funny and too humorous. He never expected that the fight between the Lord of Change and the Great Unclean One would be so funny.

What the hell is this! (No

Now, maybe the three of us are too strong, or maybe two of us are too strong? The only ones standing on the field are Daxus and Carlos Fateweaver, and Amon Jaeger is lying there half dead. Among the remaining Great Unclean Ones, Kugath is nailed to the ground, holding the spear with both hands, trying to pull it out, and Rotigus still maintains a certain fighting power.

"Pinocchio, are you going to watch?" The last reserve Carlos moved, it was like a dying old man, who could be blown away by a gust of wind at any time It moved towards the center of the battle like a blown-down old man. While moving, its left brain turned over and said to Dacus.

"Here it comes, here it comes." After taking a look at the frail Carlos, Dacus responded with a smile.

"No! It shouldn't be like this." As Dacus was running, Carlos' right brain, which could see far into the future, seemed to have vaguely caught something, and the infinite possibilities became irrefutable facts. It denied loudly, and its bird face was no longer full of cruel humor, but horror.

The air shook, the scene changed, and Dacus found himself in a silent forest. He turned his body to look for his enemy. A strange chill suddenly hit his legs, but when he looked over, he found that everything was so wrong.

"Don't trust your senses, they can't help you." The next second, he closed his eyes and said to himself. In his mind, the current scene and the forest complemented each other. He staggered around, changing his perception.

"Ah, ah, I don't think so!"

"Does he think he can be smarter than me?"

"Carlos, the weaver of fate!"

"The great oracle, for him, there are no secrets in the past..."

"Or the future..."

"There are no secrets at all, now, you can't stop what has happened, the end is at hand! Come in, come in! Welcome everyone to my master's crystal..." Carlos's two heads quacked in unison.

When Dacus opened his eyes again, everything around him had returned to normal, and he started his boots directly. The next second, the screams of Carlos' two heads stopped abruptly, and they turned their heads to look at him in horror. After showing Carlos a friendly and polite smile, he raised Vizar and swung it at Carlos' back. The blade, with a weak sword energy, scratched the connection between the wings on Carlos' back.

Carlos raised his head and screamed, and the ripple-like energy engulfed it. Its body shape has undergone more than a dozen transformations, a fanged sky ray, a moon puppet twitching in colorful flames, a pink-skinned little devil, a coal statue, and a singing bird, etc.

"You didn't expect this? You self-righteous peacock."

"I don't think that's yours." Carlos leaned over to look at Dacus, and the final effect flickered and took shape on its face, and it regained control of its form. It raised one hand, a ray of light formed around it, and pointed the other hand at Vizar in Dacus's hand.

"That's not yours either!" Dacus responded, leaping, and slashed the sword at Carlos' shoulder.

Carlos screamed, both mouths screaming at the same time. The sword drew a line in the air and slashed at its left brain, just like killing a chicken during the Chinese New Year, breaking the bird's head. It fell forward in pain, but Dacus's attack did not stop. Dacus twisted his body in the air and made an extremely difficult turning movement, using the potential energy of the sword to slash at its right brain.

The second blow did not achieve a perfect damage effect due to the deformation of the movement. Carlos' right brain was cut in half, half drooping down.

But this did not prevent its body from twitching, and its drooping head let out a loud whistle-like scream. It used the staff to support the ground to prevent its frail body from falling, but it could not stop itself from trembling and collapsing. The collapse was so fast that its outline blurred. It twitched, inward, outward, and then with a thud, it fell down, turning into a smoky crystal.

"I look forward to our next meeting."

Dacus slid to the crystal and stomped on it with the heel of his boot until it was crushed into a glittering powder.

Kugas was still struggling, and Rotigus, who was standing beside it, had no intention of going forward to help. Instead, he looked at it with a playful look. The trident, which had been on standby, moved at lightning speed and hit it, which was already on the verge of collapse. Its struggle gradually weakened, and its fat hands fell weakly. Finally, it stopped breathing in pain, and its huge body drooped weakly, completely losing its vitality.

Amon lay on the ground, panting, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed. The noise on the battlefield seemed to disappear at this moment, and only the sound of the wind blowing echoed in his ears. After hearing the sound of footsteps approaching quickly, it reluctantly opened its eyes and looked at Dacus who reached out to greet it. A bitter smile appeared on the corner of its mouth. It knew that it had completed the last task. After taking a last look at Dacus, it closed its eyes, and its body was motionless and fell into silence.

"You destroyed the great cycle, dirty and wrong, but you still need... uh... some kind of burial? So that the worms can grow fat."

Rotigus frowned and looked at Dacus, speaking in a low voice. After saying that, it vomited a river of bile from its intestines while thinking. The water flow carried the smell of decay, and hit the ground with ruthless force, with thick yellow-green foam.

Darkius frowned slightly, resisting nausea, watching the sticky liquid spread on the ground, he knew he had to change his way.

"Come on, you little fool... fool." Rotigus muttered, with an angry light flashing in his eyes.

After Kugas was banished, the trident moved again, and soft and weak lightning flashed out, winding in the air like a snake. The lightning intertwined into a net in the air and then struck Rotigus's slack body.

Every time the lightning struck its skin, there was a harsh crackling sound, and the smell of burning filled the air. Its body twitched violently, and its thick skin was pierced by lightning, and the burned wounds emitted black smoke.

"Is this how to treat your savior?"

Rotigus shouted in anger, the pain made his voice even deeper and hoarse, losing the previous joy. Then, it reached into its stomach and pulled out a section of lower intestine, throwing it to Dacus in the distance like throwing a huge wet rope.

The tubular rotten intestines flew in the air, carrying the smell of decay, but they did not hit Dacus with a bang, nor did they wrap around his body and crush him to death. He was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and quickly dodged sideways, and the intestines hit the ground, splashing a disgusting liquid.

The lightning continued, like burning arrows, piercing Rotigus's thick skin one after another, with unbearable pain. Its body kept twitching, its skin was burned black, and blood and pus kept flowing out, merging into the bile river under its feet.

"What are you doing? I'm here to save you... uh... from dryness and infertility! Don't you know?" Rotigus roared, his voice full of anger and pain.

As if in response to Rotigus' words, the lightning became more and more intense, and more lightning quickly struck Rotigus. Rotigus's body was already overwhelmed, and every strike of lightning made it feel cold and empty all over, and blood and pus kept flowing out, merging into the water under its feet.

The trident returned to Dacus's hand. He stepped back a few steps, ran quickly, and threw it hard. At this moment, he was possessed by Kerillian. The trident flashed with cold light, drew an arc in the air, and pierced directly into Rotigus.

The trident hit Rotigus accurately and pierced deeply into its chest. It let out a painful wail, and its huge body trembled, like a crumbling mountain.

Its eyes were wide open, full of disbelief and despair. Pus gushed out from the wound, dyeing its thick skin green. With the last low roar, its body fell weakly, and its huge body hit the ground with a deafening roar.

"Sorry, I really don't know."

Dacus responded coldly, then he looked around, and after confirming that the surroundings were safe, he roared and inserted Vizar into the ground that was on the verge of collapse.

The sky suddenly changed color, as dark and deep as the abyss, and the shadow instantly engulfed the entire bloody battlefield. Lightning crackled and exploded, and the electric light surged and flashed across the sky. This was not the common white lightning in summer storms, but a dazzling and huge purple lightning. The purple electric light was like a shining crystal, spreading a purple glow to the battlefield.

A loud thunder sounded, and a blue lightning as wide as a spire split the sky. Clouds danced on its edge, and the light flickered there, bright and strange. After the lightning surged in the air, the clouds dispersed, and then the huge purple lightning roared and broke through the air!

Explosions roared, and the purple lightning descended like a giant dragon, and the sea water boiled instantly, raising water mist all over the sky.

More and more lightning was summoned to suddenly strike from the thunderclouds. In the lightning and thunder, strange lightning struck the huge Leviathan accurately with strange paths. Leviathan let out a low roar, and its huge body was constantly twisted under the baptism of lightning, as if it was thrown into the void. Its outline changed in the lightning, and its huge body gradually became blurred and distorted, like a torn phantom.

Leviathan's scales flickered in the lightning, and gradually, its body began to disintegrate, and the scales turned into light spots and dissipated in the water. Its tentacles gradually disappeared under the impact of lightning, and its huge body turned into countless purple light spots, scattered in the water like wilted powder. Finally, its head also became blurred under the agitation of lightning, and finally disappeared completely in the void.

The dark clouds gradually dissipated, and the roar of thunder and lightning also disappeared.

Dacus jumped out of the rolling sea with a trident in his hand. His figure looked particularly majestic in the purple afterglow, the trident shone with purple light, the dragon flew behind him, the waves rolled below him, and the air was filled with the afterglow of thunder and lightning and the smell of salty sea water. (End of this chapter)