Typhon: Tiphoos, the youngest son of Gaia, the mother of the earth, and Tartarus, the god of the abyss. Born in the mountains of Cilicia, it has a hundred dragon heads, each mouth stretches and swallows dark red snake letters, and hundreds of pairs of terrifying eyes erupt from time to time. Typhon was transformed into a dust storm that ravaged the Peloponnese, causing chaos in the world before being defeated by the king of the gods with lightning and imprisoned in the endless abyss.

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Although Kratos doesn't know why Annidora followed him, he scoffs at the so-called disaster, and now he is fearless of all disasters.

Throughout, Annedora's eyes were hollow and unfocused, and even the action of eating was very stiff.

Legend has it that Pandora was the most perfect woman in the world created by the gods. Pan means everything, and Dora means gift, and "Pandora" means a woman with all the talents.

However, legend has it that during the birth of Annedora, Athena, who was responsible for giving her dexterous wisdom, did not exert her divine powers, and finally made Annedora have no mortal spirituality and can only act on instinct.

Although the one in front of him at this time is called Anidora, Kratos is sure that this beautiful girl who is regarded as a disaster is the Pandora he knew in his previous life. Seeing such a beautiful girl become a walking dead under the play of the gods, Kratos sneered in his heart. In this world, all living beings are nothing but the gods and everything, and one day someone will stand up and put an end to this.

"Am I beautiful?" said Annedora, looking at Kratos with those empty eyes.

Kratos nodded affirmatively: "Beautiful." ”

But then Anidora's words made him stagnate, and the large piece of meat that just slipped down his throat stuck in the center, making Kratos's face flush and almost not becoming the first Spartan in history to choke to death by food.

"Do you want to be with me*?"

Kratos: "......"

Kratos now finally understands what a red face is, the most beautiful girl in the world sits in front of you without defense, and asks the most primitive desires in her heart in the most naked language, even Kratos can't help but move for a while.

Just as Kratos was fighting, Anidora suddenly made a move that he didn't expect. (Winter melon knows you want to be crooked...... Rest assured is definitely not to take off your clothes, not so fast...... ）

Anidora suddenly approached Kratos, the musk-like reverie-inducing seduction that continued to penetrate Kratos's nose, and then stretched out her hands like sheep fat jade, gently caressing Kratos's face, fingers running down the white tattoo.

Annedora said in her voice without a hint of emotional fluctuations: "The wailing of the dead, the affection of relatives, converge into an undying curse. Draw strength from killing, and you'll be entangled in pain and gore for the rest of your life......"

Annedora's voice was like chanting a god's prophecy, her empty eyes saw through the river of fate, and even the tattoo covering half of Kratos's body gradually became clear.

Kratos' eyes widened suddenly, and he suddenly noticed that there was a thick black that could not be dissolved above Anidora's head.

Hunger, pain, disease, calamity...... The illusion of all human sin lingered above her head, and it was only then that Kratos finally understood why everyone would flee in panic when they saw such a beautiful girl.

Bang!

Kratos subconsciously raised his head, only to find that the night sky was replaced by rolling dark clouds, which kept rolling like thick ink, and he felt almost breathless in his heart.

A smoky hurricane rose from the desert horizon, like a storm passage between heaven and earth, and everything from stones and trees to the fierce wind carried away, this boundless power of nature that no mortal could struggle.

From the discovery of this smoking hurricane to the arrival of Kratos and Anidora, it was only two or three breaths, so fast and powerful that only Hermes, the god of speed, could have retreated from this hurricane.

Kratos looked at the sudden smoke hurricane with a grim face, and he jerked out his sword and plunged it deep into the ground, leaving only the bronze handle outside, while holding on to it with one hand and holding it tightly in his arms with the other.

Annedora, who was protected in her arms, slowly looked up and looked at Kratos as if she didn't understand the intent of his move. But just now the smoking hurricane had arrived in front of them, and the rubble and bonfires around them were swept up, and the clothes on their bodies were blown to the sound of hunting.

Feeling the strong suction, Kratos kept his weight down as much as he could, his hands gripping the only support. But as the suction became stronger and stronger, Kratos felt that the long sword in his hand was gradually shaking.

Strange smoke emanated from the center of gravity of the hurricane, caressing everything around it like tentacles.

But when the smoke spread in front of Kratos, it suddenly froze, and finally shrank back at such a rapid speed that it looked as if it was frightened.

"Huh?"

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the hurricane, heavy as thunder, and as vast as an oracle.

The raging hurricane suddenly stopped moving forward, and a strange face appeared in the center of the hurricane, which seemed to have countless heads and countless pairs of eyes, but if you wanted to look closely, you couldn't see it really in any way, and the voice of this face also seemed ethereal, sometimes it was human speech, sometimes it was the roar of a cow or a lion.

"Annedora, it's Annedora!"

"Son of Gaia, Mother Earth, Smoker born in the mountains of Cilicia, brother of the gods - Typhon. Annedora's voice and expression were not emotionally fluctuating, and she pronounced the monster's name as stiffly as a typical textbook.

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He is actually the son of Mother Earth, a powerful monster with the power of the gods and the body of a giant.

But this monster comparable to the gods is stagnant here at this time, and it seems that Anidol is very jealous, and Kratos, who notices this, can't help but have a strange light in his eyes.

Then the face of the hurricane finally turned his attention to Kratos, and he suddenly roared, and with the flames of wind and thunder, he struck Kratos with a roar.

Kratos was shocked, and subconsciously protected Anidora behind him, and at the same time, his whole body surged, and with his strongest strength, he slashed the bronze longsword down.

Rumble!

The bronze sword slashed on the ground and splashed the yellow sand in the sky, and the flame with wind and thunder was directly split by Kratos, and the remaining power was directly detonated, leaving a huge hole in the place, and the yellow sand that was affected melted into a glass-colored liquid.

Kratos desperately fled with Anidora in one hand, half of his body was scorched, and his whole face was like a demon from hell, with blisters and thick blood gushing out of his badly burned face.

Blown away by the force of the explosion, Kratos snapped the tip of his tongue, causing consciousness to temporarily regain clarity. He immediately got up in pain, picked up Annedora and turned to flee. He clearly recognized that the difference in strength between himself and the other party was a terrifying enemy that even a demigod with the strength of 10,000 enemies could hardly match.

Kratos glanced down at Anidora in his arms, and when he saw that she was unscathed, he also relieved himself and ran forward with all his strength, trampling a deep pit with great force every time his foot landed on the yellow sand and bounced.

After waiting for the dust to settle and discovering that his prey had fled, the hurricane let out another roar, and the billowing smoke all converged, and merged with the storm to move again with the power of destruction, and began to wreak havoc on the desert.

Fortunately, Typhon seems to be afraid of Annedora and does not dare to release the smoke, and Typhon, who has lost his tentacles, is like a headless fly, raging wildly in the desert, but there is no trace of Kratos for a while.

Kratos was lucky enough to step on a quicksand cave commonly known as the Gates of Hell, and fell into the ancient ruins with Anidora.

However, there was a constant violent shaking of the quicksand layer overhead, and countless yellow sand and the remains of the ruins buried in the yellow sand fell from above.

Kratos looked at the quicksand layer that could collapse at any moment, gasped and said, "Why did Typhon attack me?" ”

Annedora replied lightly, "Because he's afraid of me." ”

Kratos asked, puzzled, "Why, with the power of the gods, there are times of fear?"

"The gods created human beings for fear of being corrupted by human filth and polluting their divinity. Typhon attacks you because he is afraid that you will open Annedora's box, and Typhon, who has no divinity, will also be tormented by human suffering. ”

"How to open Annedora's box. ”

"And I*. ”

Annedora said calmly, as if she were only answering the simple question of how to eat and drink.

But there was no embarrassment on Kratos' face at all, and there was a raging fire burning in the slightly narrowed eyes on his disfigured face.

Faced with the sudden mortal situation brought about by the ancestor of the monster, Typhon, Kratos can't help but see the destruction of his tribe, and the pain of his loved ones before death comes from the tattoos of ashes and blood drawings, turning into wails that continue to echo in Kratos's ears.

Kratos looked at Annedora, who was still blank, with a determined look in her eyes.

"Barbarian Sparta, bear the wrath of my vengeance!"

Kratos jerked Annedora's weakened body to the ground, tore the burlap that covered her body, and the perfect * immediately appeared.