162: Chapter Noon has arrived

Truth is cruel, lies are sweet.

The Plague Apostle's heart was critically hit... The black death spear in its hand changed direction, aiming at Lin Mo in front of it... At the same time... The Plague Apostle's rotting arms suddenly swelled, and the black death virus furiously gathered.

That spear twisted and deformed, instantly transforming into a 30-meter-long giant beheading axe, its blade surging with viscous viral pus.

"Die!"

He roared, raising the giant axe, countless tormented and twisted human faces appearing on its body, emitting a suffocating plague pressure.

An axe came down towards Lin Mo's head.

Dong Xiaowan's red sleeves fluttered, and thousands of gold foil papers instantly condensed into a golden giant shield.

Nie Xiaoqian's delicate hand lightly lifted, and the Luo River transformed into a thirty-foot-thick ice crystal barrier.

Dilireba formed hand seals, and the sky-high yellow sand condensed into a Pyramid-shaped sand fortress.

Three layers of defense stacked on top of each other... — 99,990 trillion, broken!

— 99,990 trillion, broken!

— 99,990 trillion, broken!

In an instant, the three-layered defense shattered!

Zhan Hongchen's sword edge turned, and the three-foot Green Edge burst forth with dazzling cold light.

Amaterasu Hime's demon blade unsheathed, blood-colored sword energy tearing through the sky.

Both leaped up simultaneously, their blades crossing into a cross, barely managing to block the downward-hacking giant axe.

"Clang—!"

Amidst the clash of metal, Zhan Hongchen's sword blade sparked, and Amaterasu Hime's demon blade let out a mournful cry.

— 35,460 trillion, counter-attack!

— 35,460 trillion, counter-attack!

The ground beneath their feet instantly collapsed ten meters, and they were severely wounded.

Yet, it did not stop this unstoppable blow.

As the axe blade was almost upon them... Big Menace · Wan Jie Yong Yi, perched on Lin Mo's shoulder, suddenly opened its dragon mouth.

Aquietgreen beam of [Pathogen Control] gushed out.

The moment the beam touched the axe blade, the twisted human faces on the axe let out a mournful wail, and the viral pus dried and withered at a visible speed.

Moreover, another small axe, opposing the black death axe, split off from beneath it.

The two were identical in material and appearance, differing only in size.

Maria: "What? It can withstand even this concept-level damage!?

Seraphina: "Even Creation Saint God can't do this; this level of confrontation, I estimate only the Lord of Mysteries could achieve..."

To be honest, if it weren't for the Ghost Servant's desperate protection just now, they, a few Fallen Angels, would have been instantly killed by the Plague Apostle again.

Now that Lin Mo has returned, these Ghost Servants definitely won't be able to cope.

It was as they imagined, except for one thing.

This time, Lin Mo returned as a king... After being caught by countless Fallen Angels, he chuckled, not having his mental energy drained.

Instead, he was reborn from the ashes?

How did he manage this?

Could it be that this human possesses an extraordinary ability... that is, he grows stronger with each battle, and each time he is on the verge of death, he erupts with even greater combat power... He couldn't figure it out... Nor could the Plague Apostle...

He watched with his own eyes as the other party withstood his axe, his full-power strike.

What puzzled him most was that beneath his axe, the opponent also generated an axe.

And it was growing larger and larger; its current size was already comparable to his Plague Axe.

"What kind of skill is this?"

"I am the Plague Apostle; even if the opponent is a virus monarch, it should obey my summons!"

Rage surged to his heart, and he summoned another Plague Axe with his right hand... The Plague Apostle roared, and the Plague Axe in his right hand suddenly elongated, striking at Lin Mo again with destructive force.

However, Big Menace · Wan Jie Yong Yi's eyes flashed with a faint light, and [Pathogen Control] was activated again, causing another identical opposing axe to split off from beneath the axe blade.

"Clang—!"

The two giant axes collided in mid-air, and the Plague Apostle was horrified to discover.

The newly formed opposing axe was growing at the same speed, and in a blink of an eye, it was evenly matched with his weapon!

"Even now, you haven't learned your lesson; just like you trash virus DNA that only knows how to spread and multiply, you don't understand the symbiosis of the Heavenly Dao..."

"Bounce me away!"

Lin Mo commanded Big Menace on his shoulder, and the little fellow seemed to have heard the order.

Its dragon brows furrowed.

The faint light in Big Menace's eyes intensified, and the two replicated axes suddenly burst forth with dazzling green light.

The viral patterns on the axe blades wriggled like living things, accelerating theDevour and transformation of the virus... "Crack!"

With a crisp sound, both of the Plague Apostle's giant axes broke simultaneously, and black pus and blood spurted from the axe handles.

He staggered back dozens of meters, and his rotting face showed terror for the first time:

"No... This is impossible! My plague origin was... was devoured?!"

"How did you do that?"

"You converted my virus into your virus?"

"And the power is stronger..."

Suddenly, the Plague Apostle became hysterical.

Covering his faceless face, an eye suddenly opened through the gaps in his fingers, staring intently at Lin Mo.

He saw the symbiotic microbiota residing in Lin Mo's 37.2 trillion cells.

He detected the antibody imprints of every virus he had ever encountered.

He could even clearly see every repair mark left on the DNA double helix from battling viruses.

His gaze penetrated Lin Mo's immune system, observing the T cells and B cells still actively working.

Finally, his gaze locked onto the hematopoietic stem cells in Lin Mo's bone marrow.

There was indeed a special gene repair mechanism there, but absolutely no ability to control viruses.

"So he's just a high-level immune body..."

He confirmed that this human could at most achieve immunity, not control, and when the viral load exceeded a certain threshold, even the strongest immunity would collapse.

Lin Mo slowly approached him, the two black death manifested beheading axes dragging on the ground, leaving trails of black viral smoke... He was like a Tower of London executioner about to carry out a sentence; the Plague Apostle before him would be his target for execution...

The two walked until they were less than 50 meters apart.

Lin Mo smiled.

"It's noon."

Lin Mo's arms suddenly swung down, and the two black death giant axes drew arcs of death.

— 99,990 trillion, dismemberment!

— 99,990 trillion, dismemberment!

"Pfft—" The Plague Apostle's rotting arms broke off with a sound, and black pus and blood gushed out like a fountain.

The moment the severed arms hit the ground, the viral patterns on the axe blades wriggled furiously, actually beginning to devour the Plague Apostle's origin virus in reverse!

"Ah ah ah!"

The Plague Apostle let out a non-human shriek, the wriggling viral tentacles at the severed limbs desperately trying to regenerate, but they were firmly suppressed by the remaining devouring power on the axes.