The immortal who travels the world

Chapter 1018
Unscrupulously displaying his frightening posture, Typhon stunned many third-generation gods.

They have never seen such a huge monster, and they can feel a heavy pressure just by looking at it.

However, no matter how weak the gods were, they were still gods, so it wasn't enough to say that they couldn't look directly at Typhon.

If human beings were born now, just when Typhon manifested himself, they would go mad and die.

Inside the Temple of Memory.

Zeus could not help turning his attention to the huge monster in the distance.

He was still working hard to conquer Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory, but he really didn't expect such an accident to happen on Mount Otrius.

My heart couldn't help but get nervous.

His first reaction was that he thought it was some special creature created by Cronus to deal with him.

But when Zeus turned his head to look at Mnemosyne, he found that the goddess of memory also looked confused.

"Beautiful Mnemosyne, don't you know what this is?" Zeus embraced her in his arms and asked gently.

As one of the Twelve Titan Gods, Mnemosyne has not been completely taken down by Zeus yet, and she still belongs to the Othrys Mountain camp in name.

So if this is really something made by Cronus, it is impossible for her not to know.

Mnemosyne stroked her milk-smooth skin, looked back carefully, and then shook her head.

"I haven't heard Cronus mention this terrible monster."

Hearing this, Zeus was really curious about where such terrifying monsters came from.

But that's all...

Until now, let's post it first.

Mount Oetrys on the other side.

Go back to half an hour ago.

Under the scorching afternoon sun, Typhon walked towards the palace of the god king on the top of the mountain without haste.

He was planning to meet the second-generation God King Kronos with his own eyes.

When he was halfway up the mountain, he was stopped by a tall god.

"Who are you? I've never met you."

Clios, the god of growth.

He is one of the Twelve Titans and a staunch supporter of Cronus.

As the Titan God who has always lived on Mount Othrys, He can confidently say that he knows all the gods in the Othrys pantheon.

If you don't know him, there is a possibility that the other party is not a god of your side.

Under such a premise, Clioston was ready to make a move at any time.

Of course, he wasn't particularly vigilant.

After all, this is the base camp of the old gods, and he doesn't think any new god has the guts to go to Mount Otterys to act wildly.

"Well, I haven't met Ni either." Typhon looked very relaxed.

Speaking of which, due to the rules he has mastered, the height of this God of Growth is close to three meters.

Even though Typhon was about the height of an ordinary person, he had to raise his head to keep eye contact with Crius.

"Are you sent by Zeus?"

Creos narrowed his eyes.

The other party's reckless attitude made him a little concerned: "Stand still and don't move."

Clios raised his hand, and a cloud of light green divine power gushed out from his palm.

Under his control, these growth divine powers seemed to condense into solid vines, entwining Typhon.

Typhon didn't show any resistance during the whole process, which made Crius relax a little bit.

However, just as he turned around to inform Cronus.

But he didn't realize that the light green divine power entangled with Typhon gradually faded and disintegrated as if corroded by some kind of substance.

With a smile on his face, Typhon turned his hands into knives and slashed at Crius casually.

Clios suddenly felt a deep-seated threat. After all, he was a god of the level of the twelve Titan gods, not comparable to those of the three generations of gods.

The moment he felt the threat, Crius dodged suddenly, narrowly avoiding Typhon's blow.

Zheng!
The movement is not too big, but the effect is quite amazing.

A crack extended from the position where Clios was originally standing. At a glance, it was a thousand meters long.

Mount Otrius is a sacred mountain, and its firmness is beyond doubt.

Such an astonishing crack can be easily cut, even Crius himself can't do it.

He quickly turned his head to look at Typhon, with a guarded gleam in his pupils.

As soon as the expert makes a move, he will know if there is any.

This kind of power undoubtedly belongs to the upper level of the second generation of gods.

"I underestimated you."

Creos clenched his fist with his right hand, and the divine power in his body surged out like a tide: "Unfortunately, this is Otrius."

He was not concerned for his own safety.

As he said, this is Mount Othrys, the stronghold of the old gods.

There are several Titan gods who stay on this sacred mountain all year round.

Especially Cronus, the king of gods will not work hard to attack female gods like Zeus, but has been guarding Mount Othrys.

From Clios' point of view, as long as he delays a little, the gods on the mountain will gather to take this strange guy down.

shuh~
A large amount of growth divine power swept across the space and rushed towards Typhon.

It can be seen from the name of the god that the power of Clios, the god of growth, is not very suitable for fighting.

but,
It's great for procrastinating.

The light green growth power is incomparably huge, and since it erupted, it has filled all directions.

No matter which direction Typhon tried to charge, he needed to dissipate these divine powers.

And this will buy enough time.

However, Typhon's choice was completely beyond Crius' expectations.

He didn't choose to rush left and right like a bereaved dog, but let go of his hidden aura.

The ancestor of all demons in later generations, from the very beginning, has not concealed his even some extreme conceit.

He has such a conceited capital.

His power is the complete opposite of that of a god.

To be precise, his power is demon.

Cold, evil, dark.

As Typhon unleashed his power, it was like pouring magma into a basin of water.

The light green divine power began to fade and disintegrate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Clios still has some combat experience.

He saw something was wrong, and decisively chose to apply the divine power of growth to himself.

At this moment, the figure of more than three meters inflated rapidly like a balloon.

100 meters, 200 meters...

1000 meters...

It swelled to a height of 3000 meters before stopping.

Mount Othrys was almost like a hut in front of the present Crius.

Such a state full of deterrence, but in Typhon's eyes, he was not surprised but pleased.

"Hehe, it's really big."

Before the words fell, the ancestor of all demons directly showed his original shape.

(End of this chapter)