Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

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.

“Bang!”

The Giant Lion rose from the ground, shaking its head.

Its enormous eyes brimmed with brutality; it opened its bloody maw at the distant tiny creature bursting with astounding power.

Although Heracles’ strength was immense, it inflicted no real harm on it.

Without hesitation, the Giant Lion charged forward, aiming to bite its enemy.

It wasn’t the first time it fought against humans; more than one so-called hero from human kingdoms sought to gain fame through its life, but they all met the same fate.

No matter how powerful they were or how sharp their weapons, if they couldn’t make it bleed, they became meals for the Giant Lion.

“Roar—”

Faced with the gaping maw of the demon, Heracles advanced instead of retreating.

He wished to test whether the Giant Lion’s oral cavity was as impervious as its body surface to all external harm!

Treading two steps, he leapt into the air.

Like jumping into the abyss, Heracles leapt into the Giant Lion’s mouth.

The iron rod he carried became indestructible under his matchless strength before smashing into the demon’s lower jaw.

Boom—!

Crack, crack—!

Deep thuds accompanied by the sound of grinding teeth; at this moment, both Heracles and the Nomas Lion found each other formidable opponents.

The iron rod pounded inside the demon’s mouth, unable to harm it, just as when it struck an exterior.

Yet when the Giant Lion’s maw closed, it felt as if it had bitten down on an unyielding golden stone, unable to wound the opponent.

And it wasn’t only that, as soon as its mouth closed, a surging force gradually pried it open.

The young hero forcibly pried open the demon’s jaws with his hands, and in front of him, the Nomas Lion’s strength seemed nothing extraordinary.

Despite the apparent difference in size, their powers were not dissimilar.

“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—!”