PFC Chapter 832 The Monster in the Cave!
Chapter 832 The Monster in the Cave!
A gigantic, snow-white worm wriggled its thick body and opened its blood-red maw toward the two of them.
Within its gaping maw, countless sharp teeth gleamed with a cold light, incredibly sharp, seemingly capable of crushing everything in its path in one bite!
Bifetu stood up and looked at the thick, white worm, his brow furrowing.
"What the hell is this? The mystery of Antarctica?"
As he ran, number 22 tossed out, "It's not mysterious, it's a Crusader! Run!!!"
Upon hearing that it was a monster of the Kelvin type, Bifetu's expression changed instantly, and he turned and ran away.
These Ke-type monsters are unpredictable and much harder to deal with than the mysterious ones!
They would rather face the gods than fight against the monsters of the Kelvin type.
The two fled frantically when suddenly a cloud of gray mist emerged from beneath an icicle sticking out at an angle of less than 120 degrees.
The entire ice field was shrouded in mist, and the two fleeing individuals did not notice that another cloud of mist had appeared within the mist.
Swish!
A blurry figure darted out from the mist and chased after the two!
Bifitu sensed the intense killing intent behind him and turned around to look.
Behind them, a gray hound with blood-red eyes was chasing them swiftly and frantically.
"Damn it, another one?!"
As soon as Bifitu finished speaking, the sound of wings flapping came from the sky.
A flying hydra slowly descended from the mist, blocking their path.
"Second brother, bow your head!"
Bifetu unleashed a powerful punch at the flying hydra in the air.
The surging golden flames transformed into a gigantic fist, unleashing a terrifying heatwave as it hurtled towards the flying hydra.
Number 22 immediately covered his head and lay prone on the ice field, his movements so practiced it was heartbreaking; it was clear he had been trained regularly…
The wings behind the flying hydra hovering in the void fluttered, and two streams of water intertwined and flew out, forming a water arrow that shot towards the fiery fist!
The water arrow, imbued with divine power, pierced through Bifetu's fiery fist in an instant, and the surging water mist spread out immediately!
"escape!"
Bifitu grabbed Number 22 by the back of the neck and escaped as a streak of fire!
boom! ! !
Suddenly, Biffitu, who was frantically fleeing for his life, seemed to be punched hard in the abdomen by something, and was forced to stop.
Bifetu glanced around and saw no one else except for his second brother, whom he was carrying.
"Second brother, why did you hit me?" Bifetu asked, putting Number 22 down.
Just as No. 22 was about to retort, he was kicked away and slid a long way across the ice like a roadside dart...
Bifitu was completely stunned when he saw what was happening in front of him.
A person who was standing perfectly fine here was suddenly sent flying far away as if kicked by thin air.
There are ghosts!
There is definitely a ghost!!!
Bifetu erupted in flames, forming a ring of fire that protected him and Number 22 within it.
Just as Bifetu thought he had everything under control, before he could even boast to Number 22, the icy ground beneath his feet suddenly began to tremble uncontrollably!
It's as if something is about to burst out from underground!
boom!
A huge, gray snake-like figure emerged from beneath the ice field, sending Bifitu and Number 22 flying!
Swish!
A figure flashed by, and Charon, the ferryman of the River Styx, arrived just in time, grabbing the two people in mid-air and landing them smoothly on the ice.
"Thank you, boatman."
Bifitu expressed his gratitude to Charon, but Charon looked around warily and gripped his steel fork tightly.
In the mist, five monstrous figures of different shapes surrounded the three from five different directions.
Charon said in a deep voice, "Each of these monsters possesses the combat power of a main god. We're in trouble."
Charon is a Greek god of the underworld, possessing combat power at the level of a chief god.
After absorbing the power of faith from the Temple of Apollo, the sun god, Bifetu broke through to the limit of human potential.
Both of them possess god-level combat power, giving them the ability to fight against one of the monsters.
However, Number 22 only possessed the strength of the peak Klein realm, making him no match for any Klein-type monster.
Moreover, they were outnumbered, with only three against five.
Number 22 frowned. "Why are there suddenly so many Crusader monsters in Antarctica? Could it be related to the Gate of Truth we're looking for?"
Bifetu clenched his fist and said in a deep voice, "Second Brother, now is not the time to study this."
"The boatman and I will each take on two. You pick the weakest one and deal with it first."
Number 22's lips twitched slightly. "Make me, a Klein, fight a Klein-level monster?"
"If you want to attend the banquet, just say so."
Charon gripped his steel fork tightly and said coldly, "Although this method is highly unreliable, we have no choice but to fight to the death now."
Surrounded by five monsters of the same type, the three formed a defensive formation back to back, slowly rotating in the mist to observe their opponents.
Number 22 gripped the dagger in his hand, his gaze sweeping over the five monsters in turn before finally settling on the small gray hound.
The other monsters were either enormous or could fly or burrow underground.
There was even a monster whose form could only be seen by Charon, the ferryman of the River Styx.
Number 22 gripped the dagger in his hand, silently cheering himself on.
I am, after all, an agent of a god. Surely I can't even beat a dog?
Bifetu, engulfed in raging flames, let out a deafening roar.
"Are you ready?"
"I'm going to fuck!"
"Go together!"
The three of them rushed toward their target at the same time.
Looking at the menacing Bifitu, whose body was engulfed in golden flames, the enormous white worm seemed quite wary of the golden flames on Bifitu's body.
The white worm retreated frantically and hid behind the gray giant worm, which was adept at burrowing underground.
A strange gray glint appeared in Charon's eyes. As the ferryman of the River Styx, he could naturally see the invisible Void Ghost.
Charon, wielding a steel fork, swept through the surging waters of the River Styx and thrust it towards the empty ghost!
The Void Ghost seemed to be very afraid of the Styx water that kept churning on Charon's steel fork. In an instant, it created spatial ripples and fled behind the Flying Hydra!
Number 22 gripped the dagger in his hand, his body rippling with pink waves as he tried to trap the gray hound in front of him.
The greyhound leaped and pounced on number 22.
The pink mist caused the gray hound only a brief moment of dizziness when inhaled, and it quickly regained its senses.
"Roar……"
The grey hound with blood-red eyes growled low, baring its sharp teeth and drooling as it approached Number 22 step by step…
Number 22 looked at the gray hound with a wary expression, and kept backing away.
Suddenly, a spatial ripple spread out, and the gray hound's figure vanished from the spot.
The next second, the gray hound appeared beside Number 22 and bit his neck hard, drawing blood!