"Come, Prisoner."
As the monster slowly rose, Fang Mo simply smiled and clapped his hands: "Let everyone witness your King power."
"Hehehe..."
Just as Fang Mo was calling the Puri-Puri Prisoner, the nearby monster fully stood up.
His body writhed incessantly, and soon transformed into a humanoid monster several stories tall, with five rows of eyes stacked atop his head. He grinned ferociously at everyone: "Do you think you can defeat me like this? Utterly foolish!"
With that said.
The creature then raised its left hand.
Its body flowed like liquid, writhing into a large saw-toothed sword, seemingly ready to strike.
But at that moment.
Another tall figure had already rushed over.
Without any unnecessary words, the Puri-Puri Prisoner punched the monster squarely in the chest.
With a loud "thump," the monster staggered backward, but in the next second, it quickly retaliated with a slash of its own.
The Puri-Puri Prisoner didn't dodge, instead blocking the blade with his arm. The blade struck, sparking a shower of sparks and blood foam, and while exploiting a gap in the monster's attack, the Puri-Puri Prisoner suddenly dove forward, performing a wrestling move to slam the monster's upper body into the ground.
Of course, just smashing into the ground wasn't the end of it.
After his enlightenment, the Puri-Puri Prisoner held no mercy for the monster.
Facing the monster whose legs were split and smashed into the ground, the Puri-Puri Prisoner suddenly spread his fingers wide, attacking beneath the opponent with a force meant to crush all darkness in the world.
"Divine Salvation!"
As the Puri-Puri Prisoner clenched his palm, all the heroes present involuntarily turned their heads away, as his fighting style was simply too unbearable to watch.
With a loud crack.
The monster that had been crushed alive immediately screamed in agony.
"Ah!!!"
In the next second, as if stimulated by something, the monster struggled out of the ground and frantically kicked the Puri-Puri Prisoner, sending him flying.
But even after temporarily repelling the Puri-Puri Prisoner, the monster continued to scream, its arms turning into numerous tentacles that attacked indiscriminately, its entire body trembling and writhing as if enduring unbearable pain.
Soon, a large amount of sticky, rotting fluid flowed out of its body.
"How is this possible!?"
Seeing this, the monster suddenly became inexplicably agitated: "A head that has been with me for centuries... Damn! How did you know my core was right there!?"
"Core?"
The Puri-Puri Prisoner seemed puzzled: "What core?"
"Bad..."
Hearing this, the monster realized it had slipped up due to its excitement and accidentally revealed its secret of regeneration.
But in the next second.
The monster became infuriated.
"Damn you!"
It roared angrily and its body twisted and writhed rapidly, instantly splitting into four identical monsters: "Dare to underestimate me, Melzargard? If so, then I'll just have to kill you all!"
"So, your secret to rapid regeneration is that core?"
Hearing this, even the dim-witted Puri-Puri Prisoner caught on. The monster was a unity of five entities, able to regenerate endlessly unless its core was shattered.
Just having accidentally crushed one of its cores, he had inadvertently killed one of its heads.
"Kekeke, seeing my current form, you are surely doomed."
Melzargard stared at the Puri-Puri Prisoner, emitting a cruel laugh. In the next second, its four bodies charged at the Puri-Puri Prisoner from different directions: "You'll accompany the head I just lost in death!"
"!"
The Puri-Puri Prisoner quickly covered his face with both hands, adopting a defensive stance.
Melzargard did not hesitate; its four bodies attacked from different directions, transforming their hands into blades and hammers, furiously assaulting the Puri-Puri Prisoner.
As the monster that had just killed the Sky King, Melzargard's strength was evident, at least reaching dragon level. Although the Puri-Puri Prisoner had grown stronger after his enlightenment, his growth had limits.
Soon, he had many wounds all over his body.
"Hey, it looks like this pervert is not going to make it!"
Standing aside, the Metal Bat spoke out and picked up his baseball bat: "Should we help him out?"
"Let's wait a bit."
This time it was Bang who spoke, more composed than the hot-tempered Metal Bat: "Since the Priest let him handle this monster alone, there must be a reason. I think we should not interfere."
"That's easy to say... but he's really about to get killed."
Hearing this, Atomic Samurai couldn't help but speak up: "Look at the Puri-Puri Prisoner, he probably can't even resist properly now, let alone try to attack the opponent's core."
"No, take a closer look."
Bang shook his head, then pointed towards the battlefield.
"Huh?"
Everyone instinctively turned to look.
And indeed, upon closer inspection, they noticed something peculiar.
Although the Puri-Puri Prisoner was covered in blood, closer observation revealed that all of his wounds were merely superficial.
The weapons of Melzargard struck him, but were blocked by a dense layer of tough, dark body hair, which tangled messily together, not only blocking the attacks but also providing a degree of cushioning.
"What a strange ability..."
Upon seeing this, Metal Bat's face displayed a look of disgust: "Although the ferocity is impressive, the style is quite repulsive."
"Maybe that's just his personal combat style..."
Amidst the discussion, changes were indeed slowly happening on the battlefield.
While the Puri-Puri Prisoner had been passively taking hits until now, in a sudden burst, he roared loudly, and in the next moment, his tattered clothes exploded off, with black wings seemingly emerging from behind him. Then, the Puri-Puri Prisoner threw a punch.
This punch directly shattered one of Melzargard's bodies.
As Melzargard rapidly regenerated, the Puri-Puri Prisoner suddenly grabbed forward with his hand, instantly crushing what had just begun to form as half of Melzargard's head.
However, this time.
A clear cracking sound was heard.
"Ugh, ahhh!!!"
Melzargard's remnant body let out a scream, then dissolved into a puddle of pus.
"Just as I thought." Unlike Melzargard's anger, the Puri-Puri Prisoner seemed to have confirmed his guess: "Since it's a core, then your regeneration must center around it..."
"I'll kill you! Kill you!"
Melzargard seemed to go berserk, shouting angrily.
But he wasn't just helplessly raging; at this moment, he was mentally contacting another ship officer, using the telepathic channel set by the other: "Geryuganshoop! Quickly order the ship cannons to attack, bombard my location!"
"What's the matter?"
Soon, a reply echoed in his mind: "Is your enemy that troublesome?"
"There are too many of them, I can only hold them off."
Melzargard quickly said: "Just hurry up and attack, otherwise once the intruders board the ship, the master will surely blame me..."
However, to Melzargard's surprise.
Geryuganshoop in the ship's control room actually refused him: "I'm sorry, although your idea is correct, I am currently unable to initiate cannon fire."
"What?"
Melzargard was stunned.
"There's been a complication." Geryuganshoop explained: "It seems there are telekinetics on this planet, they blocked our first barrage of cannon fire and even reflected it back at the ship, firing now would only be used against us."
"What do we do!"
Melzargard was starting to panic, shouting in his mind: "I've already lost two heads! If this continues, I won't be able to protect the ship!"
"Don't worry, I'll send Gloribas down to assist you."
Geryuganshoop replied.
"Is that so?"
Hearing this, Melzargard seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "With that guy around, we should be able to eliminate those who oppose the master. Send him down quickly."
As soon as their communication ended.
The spaceship in mid-air suddenly reacted.
Though the massive space vessel had been shrouded in smoke from its own missile bombardment, now, from within the smoke, a vague figure suddenly dropped down.
"Hmm?"
At this point, the S-class heroes below also noticed something amiss, and Child Emperor immediately pointed upwards: "Guys, is there something falling over there?"
"It looks like a monster."
Atomic Samurai slowly raised his hand to his sword hilt: "I'll handle this one..."
"This one's mine."
But before Atomic Samurai could finish his statement, Saitama, who had been observing the situation, stepped forward, a confident smile on his face.
"...Who are you?"
Atomic Samurai turned his head, slightly confused, looking at Saitama: "I don't think I've seen you before, are you an S-class hero?"
"Uh, I'm B-class..."
Saitama started to explain, but Atomic Samurai didn't give him the chance, widening his eyes at the mention of "B-class": "What? A B-class hero? You... you better go take refuge, this isn't a battlefield you should meddle in."
"Ah?"
Saitama seemed taken aback.
"What a hassle."
Just then, Atomic Samurai sighed in resignation, then shouted: "Iai! Drill! Take this B-class down to safety!"
"Right away, master!"
As soon as Atomic Samurai's voice fell, two samurai-dressed men rushed over, their attitude towards Saitama was quite cordial: "My friend, please rest assured, we'll protect you..."
But even as they were speaking.
A strange laugh echoed from above.
Everyone looked up and saw that the previously vague figure had already dived down, revealed as a humanoid monster with a shell-like exterior. Its head bore a massive mouth, and its hands were also large mouths, already preparing to strike as it descended.
"Die under the ultimate move of Lord Gloribas! Hahaha!"
"Atomic Slash!"
Without hesitation, Atomic Samurai unsheathed his sword and launched his lethal attack. In an instant, a flurry of sword lights flashed, and he confidently flicked his sword.
"Master! Your sword!"
But next to him, Iaian's eyes widened in alarm: "Be careful!"
"...What?"
Atomic Samurai was momentarily stunned, looking down to discover that his sword had vanished, now only a small stub of the blade remained in his hand, continuing to melt away, and the airborne monster was rapidly closing in.
Though Gloribas appeared small in the air, his actual body was tremendously large, almost as tall as a three-story building.
At that moment, as Gloribas hung upside down and rapidly descended, his left arm aimed swiftly at Atomic Samurai's head.
In the blink of an eye, facing imminent death, Atomic Samurai only saw a massive mouth slowly opening in front of him, its teeth dripping with a strand of saliva, emitting a hot, sour stench, freezing him in place: "Ah..."
But just at this critical moment.
A familiar voice suddenly rang out from not far away.
"Genshin Blade! Activate!"
Accompanied by the voice, a massive purple blade flew from afar.
Gloribas hadn't even reacted before the giant blade struck him in the head, slicing him in two, and a heap of red and green alien innards spilled everywhere.
And Atomic Samurai, nearly decapitated, thus narrowly escaped death.
"Master!" Almost instantly, Iaian and Bushidrill rushed over, anxiously checking on Atomic Samurai: "Are you alright!?"
"Whew..."
Atomic Samurai himself obviously breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm... I'm fine..."
After saying this, he first looked down at his melted, corroded katana, a weakness he hadn't anticipated, realizing that next time he'd need a more corrosion-resistant weapon.
But after considering these matters.
Atomic Samurai also looked up at Fang Mo approaching him.
"Did you see? That's the true Genshin Slash." Fang Mo was grinning as he spoke: "So, want to join the Original God Church?"
"Priest, I really owe you one this time."
Atomic Samurai earnestly thanked him, then hesitantly declined: "But I've already joined the Sword Saint Society, I'm afraid I can't join your church as well, especially since I am an atheist..."
"Join now and receive a never-dulling katana."
Fang Mo didn't press Atomic Samurai but instead smoothly marketed the benefits: "A katana entirely of phantom gold, with a perfect cobalt blue handle, plus life enchantment, and enhancements like swift and sharp durability, one slash better than six, letting you become like the Six-God Yasuo, from henceforth charge forward without hindrance, experiencing joy like the wind..."
"..."
Atomic Samurai fell silent upon hearing this.
After a long pause, he took a deep breath and finally spoke to Fang Mo: "Priest, I'm really sorry, but I have three inept disciples..."
"Are you setting an example for them?"
Fang Mo asked resignedly.
"No..." Atomic Samurai shook his head: "What I mean is... can they also join the Original God Church with me?"
~~~
I think I already told that Genshin=Original God right? But for those who don't know, that's the translation.
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