Chapter 677 - Crazy Battle (2/2)

The True Ancestor had just put on a smile when she saw the Nether God, then she caught sight of Roland behind her. Her face instantly iced over.

She stood up quickly and glared at the man who had broken into her shelter.

After the Nether God forced Roland to land before the cabin, the True Ancestor walked to them and asked the Nether God, “Sister Sophie, did you catch him so that I can vent my fury on him?”

Roland became vigilant the moment he heard that. He immediately focused his attention on the system Backpack.

If the Nether God said anything wrong, he would immediately take out a magic power brick and blow himself up.

He might not be able to kill them, but they surely wouldn’t feel great after the explosion.

Sophie shook her head and said casually, “You two should make peace.”

Both Roland and the True Ancestor were stunned.

Roland reacted faster. “Heh. I don’t think it’s likely.”

“Me neither.” The True Ancestor glared at Roland with glowing red eyes. “You killed my best friend. Don’t think you can walk away alive.”

At this moment, the True Ancestor was still heavily wounded, but without the suppression of her human bones, her combat ability was far better than Roland’s.

She was a Demigod anyway. But Roland wasn’t scared at all. It was true that he couldn’t defeat the two women, but he could always seek revenge after he leveled up later.

After all, he had remembered the coordinates of this place.

Revenge was a dish best served cold. Besides, as a player, he didn’t need so much time to grow at all.

Chances were that he could explore the Netherworld in a couple of years.

So, Roland simply stared at the True Ancestor in silence, but his eyes were full of mockery.

The True Ancestor was even more enraged. Remembering everything that Roland had done to her, she was about to attack, when the Nether God suddenly said, “Forbid magic, boost recovery.”

Many gods and goddesses had special powers based on rules.

What they said would always be true. These were called holy words in many churches.

Then, Roland sensed that the magic power in his body was all frozen, but his body was even more active than before.

No… It wasn’t just active, but was seething like a volcano that was about to erupt. He looked at the True Ancestor, only to discover that her face was red. Her feelings were probably the same.

“Fight, and then make peace.”

After that, the Nether God flew away and unshackled the two of them.

Roland warmed up his body. He felt that he was fine although he couldn’t make use of his magic power.

While he was thinking that, the True Ancestor jumped at him and extended her pretty little hands toward Roland’s face.

As always, most women had long fingernails. If her hands scratched his face, Roland had no doubt that his face would be ruined.

So he subconsciously stepped back and kicked out.

The True Ancestor, who was still in midair, suddenly spread her legs.

As a result, Roland’s kick missed the target.

Then the True Ancestor immediately closed her legs and clutched Roland’s calf. Then, she rolled in midair again and again, completely ignoring physics.

That was a brutal move. Like a piece of cloth, Roland was spun more than ten times, and his face hit the ground so many times that it was deformed. But he wasn’t killed. Instead, he became even angrier.

He jerked forth and embraced the True Ancestor brutally, pressing her down from midair. He then stuck one leg to her abdomen and pummeled her face with both hands. He pummeled another few times, and the True Ancestor’s pretty face became a pie that was full of dents and bumps.

Blue and black fluids were flowing out of her nose and eyes.

Then, she screamed and bit Roland’s right hand, before she scratched Roland’s face with both hands.

Her sharp fingernails pierced the skin on his face, so she tried to pull it down.

Roland cried out; half of his face had been torn

off.

His blood was gushing out crazily.

Roland was even more infuriated due to the agony. He smashed the True Ancestor’s face and chest.

Bone after bone cracked.

But the woman was even more brutal. She dug into one of Roland’s eyes with her other hand and blinded him. She then plucked the eyeball out.

She then exerted strength on her waist and slightly raised Roland’s body, giving her leg enough space to kick him away.

After that, she put Roland’s eyeball in her mouth and chewed it.

She slowly got back to her feet.

All the body parts that were wounded by Roland healed at an astonishing speed.

Her broken bones fused.

Roland stood up in the distance. His wounds were also healing at an unbelievable speed. His eyeball was regrown too.

But neither of them cared about that. They glared at each other ferociously and charged at each other again after they caught their breath.

The battle soon became even more brutal.

They completely abandoned rational thought. They merely wanted to kill each other.

When Roland tore off her hand, she would open Roland’s belly with her other hand and pull his guts out.

When Roland broke her neck, she would kick and break Roland’s balls.

The scenes were extremely terrifying and violent.

The two of them fought on for four days and four nights.

The traces of their battle, namely human body parts, were everywhere in the space.

They were scattered among the grasses.

Dried blood was everywhere. Hearts and kidneys could easily be found too.

Roland breathed heavily on the grass.

There was no telling what the Nether God did, but his soul couldn’t recover although his body could.

He was already extremely mentally exhausted at this moment.

The True Ancestor was the same. She was panting on the ground too.

They had fought for four days and four nights. Their clothes had been torn off the first day.

The two of them had been fighting nakedly ever since.

During the battles, they had tackled, kicked, pushed, and punched each other.

They used all kinds of fighting moves. It was safe to say that both of them knew each other’s bodies very well, including the strong suits and the shortcomings.

For example, Roland had learned that there was a tiny red mole on the inner side of the True Ancestor’s leg near its end.

Roland found that when he blew up the True Ancestor’s head with a Russian technique.

Slowly getting back to his feet, Roland, who had fully recovered, walked to the True Ancestor again.

At this moment, the True Ancestor stared at Roland with her pretty red eyes and also stood up. But after only five seconds, her legs gave out, and she sat back down on the grass.