HPDBC Chapter 790 - 289: Line
Chapter 790 - 289: Line
Chapter 790: Chapter 289: Line
What did the demons look like in battle?
In most cases, they relied on their innate gifts and generally powerful physiques.
Because, just like a True God’s authority, whether it was the Titans born from the First Epoch or the Father of Monsters’ many offspring, truly powerful demons possessed some special abilities.
For instance, the Gorgon’s petrifying gaze, the Cyclops’ smithing talent, or the Nine-Headed Snake and Sphinx formed from Typhon’s Blood.
Some of them possessed an Undying Body, while others tested their opponents with “riddles”; if those could not be answered, it violated the “order” they established, and they lost the strength to resist, left at their mercy.
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Like its kindred, the Nomas Lion was no different.
It had an invulnerable hide, and with just one glance, when Heracles found the Giant Lion by a small lake in the forest, he knew it could not be defeated by brute force alone.
Everything had a weakness, and the Giant Lion was no exception.
“Roar—!”
“Bang, bang—!”
No need for communication, nor was there any.
The Nomas Lion was not a demon with wisdom; it was bloodthirsty and savage.
With a mighty roar, Heracles’ fist struck the Giant Lion’s body.
Compared to the towering and robust body of the demon, a mortal seemed insignificant before it.
Yet under Heracles’ fist, the Giant Lion was still sent flying.
Thick trees snapped like stalks of wheat, only slightly delaying the demon’s speed.
Undoubtedly, in the collision of strength, Heracles had the upper hand.
But looking at the enemy before him, the young hero’s expression grew more solemn.
“Roar...”
“Hiss—!”
For a moment, the foreign object sensation in its mouth made the Giant Lion more enraged, and a noxious gas mixed with gastric acid expelled from its throat.
Even though Heracles feared no harm, looking at his corroded clothing and the foul stench, he took the chance to leap out of the Giant Lion’s mouth.
At this point, both recognized the enemy’s strength.
Throwing aside the iron rod, ordinary weapons were already of no help to Heracles.
He swung his fists, smashing towards the lion’s head.
Divine Blood boiled inside him, and his unparalleled power smashed onto the demon’s head, causing a tremendous roar.
The Giant Lion, having just spit out the foreign object, was again slammed and sent flying.
Its massive body leveled large swathes of the forest, yet only moments later, it stood again in the dust.
As legends sang, the Nomas Lion’s hide was invulnerable.
Maybe a truly mighty Divine Artifact could pierce it, but bare hands alone, Heracles found himself at an impasse.
Even if his fists could shatter iron, even if his surging vitality made him immune to most spells and malice in the world, even if his Divine Power was unrivaled.
Facing such an invulnerable demon, he still found himself at a loss.
The battle stretched from morning to noon, and from noon to night.
The young hero tried various methods; he attempted to attack the Giant Lion’s eyes, but it merely closed its eyes, the eyelids shielding it from Heracles’ assault.
He also tried to break the Giant Lion’s teeth, but despite his transcendent physique, he was not indestructible and could not ignore the demon’s attacks.
Gradually, the Sun set and rose again.
Rolling, biting, poisonous mist, the Nomas Lion also employed numerous methods to kill its opponent but could not succeed.
One man and one lion seemed locked in stalemate, neither able to defeat the other.
“Roar—!”