I lost the sun god

"But send him here after receiving it." Musonia added.

"Yes."

After watching the secretary leave, Musonia pinched the center of her brows indiscriminately. It was tricky. Cornelius released Typhon on purpose.

"Roar!!!"

Typhon, who rushed out of the Mediterranean Sea, felt the boundless power emerging from his body, and after a little doubt, he found the reason from his memory.

As the offspring of Gaia and Tartarus of the Abyss, it can draw inexhaustible power from the earth and the abyss.

"Hahaha, Birdman, I am Gaia's son, as long as I am on this planet, I am invincible."

Typhon's regrown snake head looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, "Birdman, today I will break all three of your legs, and then tear off your wings and bake them to make grilled chicken wings."

Although he didn't know what three legs were or what grilled chicken wings were, his memory told him that it was right to curse like this.

Accompanied by Typhon's maniacal laughter, the earth shook abruptly, and even the sea trembled, and the people on Sicily couldn't stand upright one by one, and fell to the ground.

But before they could utter a sound from the pain, they saw countless meteorites dragging their tails in the sky.

Under the terrified eyes of human beings, these meteorites fell down in unison.

For a while, a meteor shower appeared over Sicily.

"The Lord says, as I think, so I shall define, and as I define, so shall I come to pass."

Florence sang again, using her piety to praise my lord for doing as he pleases. Under his chanting, the laws and truths of the universe began to operate again, and the meteorites that fell from the sky were erased in an instant.

"With the help of the omnipotent domain of the gods to achieve all incredible things, Birdman, how many times can you borrow such power, and how many times can your body bear it."

Typhon roared and rushed towards Florence.

Extending from its body, entangled and countless snake heads travel through the air, making a whistling sound.

"The Lord said that everything that should not exist will surely be destroyed"

Under the gazes of the people, Typhon, who rushed in front of Florence, exploded with a bang. It disintegrated into countless pieces of meat, and a large amount of blood spilled from the air, staining the entire sea area red.

The smell of blood drifted with the wind, but everyone who smelled the smell vomited. The smell of food residues regurgitated by humans mixed with the smell of blood, exuding a strange smell.

"The devil should be dead now."

"It is worthy of being the angel left by the Son of Messiah in the world."

"I think we should hold a festival to commemorate the salvation of the angels this time. I have already thought of the name of the festival, and it is called Redemption Day."

"The name Salvation Day sounds so strange."

The people in Sicily were relieved to see that Typhon's whole body was blown to pieces, and someone suggested a festival to commemorate it.

But before they cheered for a few seconds, Typhon's chunks of flesh and blood spilled into the sea began to squirm.

These flesh and blood gathered in the same direction as if they had self-awareness, but after a while, Typhon recovered. Some people with keen minds found that the resurrected Typhon seemed to be a little bigger than before.

Typhon stood on the ocean and roared angrily.

"Birdman, it's useless. On this planet, I am an immortal existence. Every attack by you can make me stronger!"

Chapter 245: Summoning: The Most Sacred Ritual

"God, Typhon is actually immortal."

"It says it is immortal on this planet, so what about outer space? I think you can try to transport it to outer space, maybe you can kill it."

"The problem is how to transport it into space. It is so huge, and its weight is estimated to be not light. With modern transportation capabilities, it is impossible to transport it into space at once, and Typhon is not A dead thing won't stand and let you put it in a box."

"Any attack that doesn't kill me will make me stronger. This sentence is very familiar. It seems to be said by a character in one of our anime. Does Typhon also like to watch our Japanese anime? If so, I suddenly Thought we might try to win over Typhon."

"What are you thinking? This sentence was said by Nietzsche. The original words are those things that don't kill me, only make me stronger."

"Every time you are killed, you will become stronger. Typhon is a bit like the leaf rot in Ultraman, but in Ultraman, leaf rot is known as the most difficult monster in the universe, not even Max Ultraman There is no way to kill him, but in the end, we can only send it away from the earth, I don’t know if this angel can send Typhon up like Ultraman Max.”

"I guess it's difficult."

"How can there be such an unscientific monster in the world."

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Seeing that Typhon has recovered and his body is stronger than before, the experts around the world's high-level leaders began to think about how to deal with Typhon after being shocked. After all, Typhon can appear in Sicily today, maybe tomorrow Typhon Or maybe other demons have appeared in front of my house, it is always right to accumulate more plans.

And the Dongying people even whimsically asked people to use animation to win Tifeng.

Although the person who came up with this idea also knows that this plan is as unreliable as hitting Cthulhu with a boat last time, but he is not afraid of [-], just in case, what if it succeeds?

Once it succeeds, Japan will be able to go up to another level immediately. As for the failure, the most failure is that the people who go to negotiate lose their lives there. Japan lacks everything, except those who voluntarily dedicate their lives to Japan.

But just as he opened his mouth, his companion poured cold water on him.The basic evidence of his foothold was also refuted, so he had to bow his head in embarrassment.

On the Mediterranean Sea, the revived Typhon roared, the air vibrated, and the sound spewed out from the mouths of those snakes stimulated the eardrums of millions of mortals in Sicily to vibrate endlessly, and many people suffered temporary deafness.

A tsunami with a height of tens of meters and a height of nearly 100 meters was lifted by Typhon, and the air was full of disturbed air currents and cyclones. A terrifying vortex was formed under Florence's feet.

In an instant, the waters near Sicily turned into a jeopardy.

If it is an ordinary human being, even if an aircraft carrier created by human beings with cutting-edge technology enters here, it is estimated that it will be swallowed by the sea, and then become a sunken ship that will be discovered after a few years, but for Florence, an angel, this desperate situation Just a spectacle of nature.

What really deserved his dignified was Typhon who rushed over.

"O Lord Almighty."

With the sound of Florence's praise, a little light descended from the unknown heaven.

The light expanded and covered silently around him, and a phantom of a holy church appeared in the light.

The Gothic church shrouded the rushing Typhon. This church, which seemed to be about the same size as the small churches in many remote small cities, wonderfully incorporated Typhon into it. Tall and short, big and small, There is no longer an absolute contrast before it.

The sacred light shines through the stained glass windows, and the rows of seats are empty. In the center of the church, a huge silver and white cross stands on it.

"What do you want to do? Ants."

Typhon was forcibly suppressed in place by some invisible force, unable to move, the power that had been surging from the void and pouring into its body was cut off by this church, and the spiritual induction frantically warned.

Florence, the angel named salvation by Christianity and countless believers, walked slowly towards the center of the church.

He stood in front of the cross, eyes half closed, knelt down slowly, and drew the cross in front of his chest, three pairs of pure white wings trembling slightly.

As if aware of something, Qiqi, the little angel flying around him, sang songs in a sad tone that did not belong to any language on the blue star. The inexplicable sadness was revealed and infected every resident of Sicily.