Musa became stronger.

It's a hundred times stronger than ever before.

The price is just some relatives who have never met.

The slanted bookshelf could no longer hide his suddenly growing body, and it collapsed with a bang, smashing on his sturdy body.

Now Mossa, even if he slashed at his body with the sharpest sword in the world, it only left a white mark.

In the past, the pure-blooded Phinessac ruled the world with a terrifying talent, and then, he was tricked by his bastard brother and stepped down from the throne, and these pure-bloods were not allowed to stay in the people, and half of the pure-bloods in the royal family were only for the royal family.

Musa is different.

Everything about Moses was given from heaven, his body, his identity, his weakness, his adoption......

Wait, everything is brought about by the identity of a pure-blooded Phinessac.

Perhaps, the pure-blooded Phinissar who have long forgotten about it still thought that they could defeat the sudden extraterrestrial demons with their humble strength, and perhaps, the ordinary Phinessac people could defeat a small group of demons with their great sorcery and personal warfare.

However, the disappearance of the star mark behind Musa tells Musa that the Phinesac people are thinking too simply.

The demons from beyond the heavens were so powerful that the disappearance of hundreds of pure-blooded Phinessac clansmen was only a matter of moments.

What kind of powerful evil was the one who killed Moses's strange relatives?

Musa couldn't figure it out, and he stood up.

The slanted shelves didn't stop him, but were shattered by his slamming.

At this time, there was also a demon struggling to jump up in the torrent of sediment outside the dangerous building, and it also successfully grabbed a beam that extended out of the dangerous building, and with a borrowed force, it suddenly appeared in front of Mousa's eyes.

When it spotted the green-skinned Mosa, the mad demonic heart that had never been afraid of it hesitated for a moment.

Musa was too tall.

Musa, who had absorbed a third of the strength of hundreds of clansmen, was now nearly four meters tall, and his arms were the width of a man's waist.

The black hair that covered his head made Moses look like a green demon.

His strong body seemed to be filled with the explosive power of a cannonball in every muscle, which finally smelled the smell of people, and the demon who struggled ashore from the mudslide regretted it.

It's wondering why it's jumping up.

Moses would never run away again, and he looked condescendingly at the ugly demon.

It looked like a misshapen toad, with horns, bulging flesh as if something was brewing to poison it, its yellow eyes as emotionless as a dead fish, its fangs stretched open its huge mouth, its claws jagged, and some kind of muscle or internal organ that had been yellowed by mud.

Although the demon was half as short as Moses, it was more than two meters tall, and its body weighed several tons, and the yellow mud and sand slowly flowed down the dense meat bag on which it stood, and if it were normally, it would have stretched out its long tongue, which was sharper than a sword, and swept the green man into its mouth.

But now, it doesn't know why, as if life itself has been imprisoned by some force.

I can't make any offensive moves, and I only have the word fear in my heart.

But Musa wouldn't let it be scared for long, and just punched its hard head.

Musa's fist was hard.

He felt this power for the first time, and he was a little sad and excited at the same time, but what made him excited was that he could finally tear apart the demons who had killed his relatives and friends one by one instead of hiding.

He has such strength and also such responsibility.

The power of those loved ones flowed through his blood, each time deeper and stronger.

Mousa clenched his fists.

The clothes on his body had long since exploded because of his suddenly grown body.

But he was not afraid, no one could see his body, and there was nothing to be shy about.

Mosa sank and bounced, and his body gained great strength and leaped up.

It fell with a bang, smashing a large area of the roof.

Then he glared angrily, and the room was enjoying the demon of his people's body, which had been dead for a long time, and his body was twitching freely, and the demon was licking the juice from his marrow.

As Mousa felt angry, his stomach was churning.

An irrepressible feeling of nausea hit.

Mosa leaped down, and before he could vomit, he threw the demon with a punch.

The demonic green blood was like his skin, and for the first time Mosa hated such a color, and he looked at the tattered building.

An old man named Chelifo came to mind, an old man who often gave Musa small candies and the like, and was very dignified, but he was very good to Mousa and the other children.

And now, it has become the food in the belly of the demon.

Moses shook his head, and a gloom grew in his heart, and he could not bear to look at this miserable situation again.

The muscles of his legs were accumulated, and then they bounced violently, breaking directly through the roof, and directly causing the house to collapse, burying the remains of Uncle Chelifu in it.

Musa was mad and jumped wildly on the roof.

Every time he fell, he destroyed a house, and every time he jumped, he struck an enemy.

He wants to kill every demon left in this town to comfort his dead relatives and friends.

Only then did Moussa feel how powerful his power was, and he hadn't even used it all, but only a small part of it.

Then, he stopped in an alley somewhere.

Beneath his feet was a yellow mudstream that reached his waist, and on the opposite side of him was another demonic body.

The demonic body was majestic, seven meters tall, it had only one eye, its eyes were cold and emotionless, it was covered in leather-like purple and white skin, and it had a face on its back, but Mosa couldn't see it.

Mouses knew it.

A few days ago, it was still a demon that was only more than three meters tall, but now, it was seven meters tall, and even if it was himself, he could only reach the other party's chest.

Its muscles were as hard as armor that covered its entire body, and it noticed Muses, but it didn't recognize them, only a hint of familiarity in the smell.

It would never have imagined that a few days ago, Mousa had been a thin child, and if it hadn't been for the sudden appearance of the officer and buying the child some time, Mousa would have been food in its belly at this time.

"I finally found you, you've grown so big, you must have eaten a lot of people!"

As he spoke, Musa's fist and skull knuckle rang!