That thick meat must be delicious, right?

The two-headed dragon thought so, and two large mouths full of razor-like teeth bit at the giant werewolf's back, and poured venom into him without hesitation. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Woohoo woo !!!"

The Marquis de Vauban's cry of pain was like a loudspeaker, and the glass of several buildings beside him shattered by him.

The muscles were torn apart, blood was slowly flowing from the wounds where two pieces of flesh were missing, and the Marquis de Vauban's silver fur was dyed bright red, and from time to time there was a "snort" venom and a corrosive sound of flesh.

Despite its sheer size, the silver werewolf was agile. The sharp claws easily pierced the green scales of the poisonous dragon's defense, and green blood kept pouring out from the gaps between the scales and claws.

"Whoop Whoop !!!"

The poisonous dragon let go of its mouth in pain, and its large, sharp claws left several scars on Woban's body, flapping its wings to break free from Woban's grasp.

But how could the Marquis of Warban let it go so easily? After being bitten off two pieces of flesh, he decided to retaliate with a tooth for a tooth, and also opened his mouth and bit down on the poisonous dragon's throat.

"Woohoo woo !!"

"Uh-uh-ah!!"

But then, like a wild dog being struck in the nose with a stick, it let out a violent scream from Woban's throat, and slammed the poisonous dragon in his hand to the ground.

His sharp and huge silver teeth accidentally bit through the poisonous dragon's throat mutter, and the intensely corrosive venom flowed down his large mouth, and even some of it slid down his esophagus into his body according to the arrangement of gravity.

As if echoing his roar, the wind grew stronger, and the lightning became more violent.

The howling of the wind and the thunder, the sound of heavy rain hitting the earth violently, dominated this stormy area. Woban's blood-drenched mouth relieved the pain from the torrential rain, but it was too wide to close it, unable to speak.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Luo Xing put away the seriously injured poisonous dragon and let it go back to recuperate. Born from the same origin as the poisonous dragon, Pegasus was almost devastated the last time he faced the Wind of Decadence, and even after taking the elixir in the King's Treasure, he was still not cured after hundreds of years of cultivation.

A mere Woban is not worth the call of Luo Xing at the risk of aggravating Pegasus' injuries. He thought about it for a moment, and took out another summoning medium from the king's treasure - a giant fang about two meters long that had been forcibly interrupted.

"This is the evidence left to prove the merits of Hercules! Appear, Cerberus, pet of Hades and keeper of the Gates of Hell! ”

Accompanied by Luo Xing's shout, it was the real three-headed dog of hell in the underworld. The dog had three heads, a mouth dripping with poisonous saliva, a dragon tail on the lower body, and the hair on its head and back was full of coiled poisonous snakes.

Its form resembled that of Woban, who had turned into a giant werewolf, and the roar in its throat was like thunder. As soon as it appeared, it slammed Woban to the ground with its incredible speed, opening and closing its three bloody mouths up and down, and whipping Woban with its dragon tail.

"First werewolves, then dragons, and now Cerberus, it's like a return to the age of mythology!"

Hiding in a safe place, the Grass Pheasant Guardian and a few people watched from a distance as the mythical creatures summoned by Luo Xing engaged in a flesh-and-blood melee battle with Woban.

"Is this the legendary power that can fight against the godslayer, dragons, hellhounds, or whatever, it's too exaggerated, right?"

The Red Demon and the Sword Fairy glanced at each other, and they could see the shock and disbelief in the eyes of the other party who was the old enemy of their childhood sweethearts.

It's really worthy of being a strong man who can make that martial arts king fall in love, such an existence, it doesn't have to be that difficult to become a god killer.

"It's terrible, is that the kind of person who wants me to serve?"

Discovering that Luo Xing's power was beyond imagination, Wanli Gu Yuri suddenly became worried.

Although in the name of the Grass Pheasant Guardian Hall, she and her sister were relieved of their work in the ministry. But what if the other party wants to be as strong as the Marquis of Warban?

At the same time, the grass pheasant is also calculating the shortcomings between himself and them.

"I have no choice but to use the Pegasus for that dragon; In the case of wild boars, it is very difficult to block the three-headed dog. Not to mention ......"

In the distance, the grass pheasant guard watched as Luo Xing's side once again rippled golden.

"What is that young-looking old man going to summon again?!!!"

……

Although Cerberus is similar in size to the werewolf of Woban's change, he is more than a step short. After the initial surprise sneak attack, the three-headed dog of Hell was quickly knocked over by the claws of Julang Woban, pressed to the ground and beat violently, and rarely had a moment to fight back.

“…… If you look like this, Hades will cry! ”

Sighing that Cerberus was obviously so big, but his strength was not as good as the five-figure box court, Luo Xing had to find a helper for it.

In his left hand, he grasped Klepnir - a cursed chain made of the footsteps of a cat, the beard of a woman, the roots of a stone, the breath of a fish, the feeling of a bear, and the saliva of a bird, and called out to the Spirit of Words once again.

"You are the son of Loki, the god of destruction and calamity, and Angelberda, the giantess, and a monster whose jaws can hold the heavens and the earth! You swallowed the sun, killed Odin, and now, your avatar will fight for me! ”

"Woohoo woo !!!!!"

It's a roar that makes the gods shudder, the terror that killed the king of the gods in the twilight, and an incarnation of the legendary Norse demon wolf Fenrir who broke free from Krepnir.

It opened its mouth wide at Woban, revealing two rows of sharp teeth. The tooth easily sank into the left arm that Woban had used to stop it from further attacks, and dug deep into it, tearing off a large chunk of flesh that had been exposed.

Facing the attack of two behemoths at the same time, Woban had no hope of winning. So, he used one left arm to buy a little time to turn defeat into victory.

Warban's right arm was a stumbling block against Cerberus's throat, claws covering its throat. The three-headed hellhound whined in fear, but it did not change the fate of its own death.

Its throat was brutally torn open by Woban, and its throat and throat bones shattered into pieces, exposing it to the air along with blood.

Its eyes slowly dimmed, turning into countless points of light and dissipating.

However, before Woban could celebrate the killing of the three-headed Hellhound, Fenrir, who had swallowed his gulp of flesh, pounced again. This time, the demon wolf avatar bit Woban's throat from diagonally behind, and even though the desperate Woban cut open his belly with his claws and crushed his heart, he did not let go.

Like the broken teeth that Cerberus had vanished, the corpses of Klepnir and Fenrir in Lorstar's hands gradually dissipated. But the Marquis of Woban, whose throat had disappeared for the most part, also shook, and his huge body of thirty meters fell to the ground with a bang.