Greece: Age of Ascension

Chapter 20 The Battle of Hell
Menoitius really deserved to be his wronged brother, and he whipped him again when he disagreed with each other.

This whip was obviously more powerful than the last one.

I saw the fiery red shadow like a dancing snake or a sea monster wagging its tail, carrying mountains and tsunami, rushing towards us with an unstoppable force.

Both of them are giant gods who can stand upright with their heads and feet upright. Even standing up and urinating is a heavy rain for human beings, let alone such a violent attack?

Atlas didn't dare to be negligent, and hurriedly jumped to the left side, and the red whip shadow swept across his back in an instant, bringing up a scratch, and finally smashed heavily on the Black Stone Mountain Range behind him.

In an instant, there was a rumbling sound like the sky falling apart, and the thousand-meter-high mountain top was blasted apart like explosives.

The gravel and fly ash shot out all over the sky, like a mushroom cloud that bloomed, and finally fell into the lava, disappearing in minutes.

The power of one blow can destroy mountains and crack the ground, it is so terrifying.

After Atlas glanced at him in fear, he forced a smile and said, "My reckless brother, it's really different to have a weapon. But I'm surprised that you are so heavy-handed that even a monster like Camper can use it. "

Not knowing if he understood the sarcasm in his words, Menoitius gave a strange laugh, his eyes became more ruthless: "You are still as arrogant as ever, brother. But... how can you imagine my happiness?

die! ! "

Before Qingtianshen could come up with a countermeasure, suddenly the red whip shadow flashed in front of his eyes again, and then his chest hurt, and he felt as if his breathing was blocked, and he flew out uncontrollably.

Looking at his chest again, there was already a huge depression, but it was the sternum that was whipped by the opponent with a whip, and it collapsed.

Atlas fell heavily into the lava, and floated up on his back. Before the lava flooded his cheeks, the terrible wound on his chest had healed.

He coughed to relieve the tightness in his chest, and got up again.

This time, Menoitius did not continue to attack, but instead gave him a chance to breathe, and laughed presumptuously, "Look, who would have thought that the big brother who always believed in power would become so embarrassed.

Tell me your purpose, no matter what request you have, as long as you can kneel down and beg me like a dog, I will agree. "

He stuck out his scarlet tongue, licking the corners of his lips like bloodthirsty, his eyes full of expectation.

Every battle with Atlas in the past ended in his failure. People only know that the eldest son of Iapseus, the titan of soul and death, is extremely powerful, but he often gives him, who is not inferior to his elder brother in courage, to him. neglect.

Now, he wants to defeat that arrogant big brother openly, and let him kneel down and lick his toes, so that he can vent his dissatisfaction that was neglected in the past.

Being so humiliated by the opponent, Atlas' expression became more and more gloomy, but the whip was really too strong, and he couldn't even get close. How could he win?
He thought about it in his mind, and it really made him think of a solution that was not a solution.

He stood up contemptuously, raised his head, and looked proud and disdainful, "My stupid brother, you are only relying on a sharp weapon to show off. Without that whip, what are you capable of?"

Menoitius is worthy of being the representative of recklessness and arrogance. When he heard the words of his elder brother who had always wanted to surpass him, his self-esteem was immediately hurt twice, and he said angrily: "I have been honing in hell for hundreds of years. Do you think I can't beat you in fists and kicks?"

"Then you come and try?"

Atlas put on a posture, raised his eyebrows provocatively, this stupid guy was really fooled, he threw down the iron spike whip with a flick of his hand, and rushed towards Qingtian God.

That terrifying aura like a mad cow is really a bit bluffing to be honest.

But why does Atlas need people?
The majestic god who raised the sky, just learned Sanda, can he bear this anger?
I saw his body leaning slightly, like a fierce tiger poised for momentum, kicking his feet hard, it seemed like a cannonball was ejected in an instant, his ferocity was unmatched.

The two were blood brothers, and they were both tall giant gods. This confrontation was like two meteorites colliding with each other at high speed.

All of a sudden, the blowing air waves and strong winds pushed down the tumbling magma unconsciously by tens of meters.

Atlas, like a tiger, crashed into Menoitius's arms, hugged his waist and rushed forward, intending to push him down.

The arrogant giant clasped his hands together, formed a giant hammer, and smashed hard on his back.

Thunderous drums sounded from his back, smashing Qing Tianshen's back. Hearing the horrifying sound, the imprisoned hundred-armed giant and cyclops couldn't help but twitch their eyes.

But once Atlas moved, it seemed unstoppable, and despite being hit hard, the momentum remained unabated.

Menotius had no choice but to change his tactics again, lowered his center of gravity, put one foot on the ground, and suddenly raised his leg and hit his knee.

It came down so fast that Qingtianshen didn't expect it, he was knocked back immediately, and let go of his hand.

The arrogant god was so unreasonable, he kicked out another side kick, and this kick hit him directly in the face. Atlas saw that he couldn't avoid it, so he raised his arm to block.

"Crack~"

The sound of the shock was as if the sky was collapsing, and the kick made his forearm sore, and there was even a buzzing sound in his ears.

But despite this, he still never took his guard lightly. The two brothers had fought hundreds of times before, and he knew that the other party had more than just this trick.

Sure enough, seeing him block the blow, Menoitius couldn't help but grinned, and punched himself again. Atlas almost instinctively raised his arms to block, protecting his face.

Who would have thought that it would be blocked?

The arrogant god just made a feint, then raised his knee and bumped again.This time, it is bound to smash Atlas's viscera to pieces.

In fact, although the traverser has inherited all the memories of the original owner, his combat experience has never been integrated at all. When encountering a weak opponent, he will naturally be able to completely crush him.

But when in front of Menoitius, who was once evenly matched, the disadvantage was infinitely magnified.

This sudden change of move, if it was Atlas in the past, it could be judged only by the movement of his shoulders, but the traverser didn't notice it.

Mao rashly made a mistake, and his knee took the opportunity to hit his abdomen hard. For a while, Qing Tianshen felt that his internal organs seemed to be twisted together, nauseated and sore, and wanted to vomit.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the God of Arrogance added another whip and kicked him flying in an instant.

"You seem to have weakened a lot?"

Looking at his brother who was kicked away and fell heavily into the magma, Menoitius looked puzzled. He was obviously still the same person, but he felt that his reaction ability was much slower than before.

The change of tactics just now was sudden, but with Atlas' experience, it was impossible to remain indifferent.

"Asshole, are you still pouring water at this time?"

The arrogant god was furious, never feeling so slighted.But where does Atlas have such an idea?He wished he could kill his younger brother with one punch.

However, the soul came through time travel, and its disposition, attitude, and will are different from the original owner, so it is not water at all, but real food.

(End of this chapter)