A look of surprise appeared on Justitia's face. "Are you going to fight me? When you already know my identity? "
"Anyway, I've already killed a similar guy. It doesn't matter if I add another name to the list," Zhang Heng said.
"Are you talking about Pestilence, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse? Did you kill him? How is that possible? "Justitia's expression finally changed when she heard Zhang Heng's words." If it were other gods, it would be fine. But Pestilence himself came from hell. The power of mortals can't do any effective damage to him at all. Do you have a Grade-B or above game item that can restrain him? "
"You will know the answer to this question soon," Zhang Heng said. This time, he did not stand still and wait for his opponent to make the first move. Justitia's strength was probably above Pestilence's, and her ability to ignore bullets was too overpowered. Zhang Heng had to be extremely careful.
Therefore, he took the initiative in the beginning of the battle, drawing an arc with his Nepalese army knife and swinging it directly at the goddess of justice's chest.
In Roman mythology, Justitia's appearance and priesthood were described in detail. However, there was no record of her combat. Zhang Heng, however, would not think that her sword was just for show. The scales in the goddess of justice's hand were used to measure good and evil. After she made the judgment, it was time to use the sword in her hand to execute the result.
In other words, she was not the god of craftsmanship or a non-combat god like Venus. The best result was to end the battle before the opponent shot an arrow!
This time, Zhang Heng did not hold back, going all out.
And Justitia did not rely on her special ability to resist the damage. Her movements were fast, even faster than Zhang Heng's. Seeing this scene, the latter secretly breathed a sigh of relief. No matter how fast Justitia was, her speed was still within human limits. With his Lv.3 swordsmanship, Zhang Heng could slightly make up for the gap between them.
Including the battle with White Horse Knight in the hospital, this was his second time fighting a deity. He also discovered some secrets. The physical strength of different deities differed greatly. Some deities and mortals were not much different in terms of physical strength. Of course, each of them had their own special abilities. In a sense, they were like enhanced versions of agents. However, the gap between them and agents, or even players, was not insurmountable.
Moreover, gods were different from players. As long as a player completed a quest in the game, they would basically grow. On the other hand, gods' strength was more uncertain and would fluctuate with time. Ancient gods, especially those that were born earlier, would experience a drastic decline in strength. For example, the ancient Celtic god that Zhang Heng encountered in the Black Sail Dungeon had disappeared without a trace. Zhang Heng even suspected that he was dead.
Many of those who were still alive had also contracted many human diseases, such as the old man in the Tang suit who loved sweets so much that he almost developed diabetes. Even the plague had saved the contact information of many pharmaceutical sales representatives on his phone. On Saturdays, he would play tennis with the hospital director. It seemed that he had a strong desire to improve.
When they live quietly in the crowd, you can't even tell the difference between them and your neighbor across the street.
Of course, when they decided to bare their fangs, they would definitely remind people of the legends related to them.
Justitia seemed to have stayed in the court for a long time, and it had been a while since she exercised her muscles. However, she managed to dodge most of Zhang Heng's attacks with her bare feet. At this time, she was about to retreat to the end of the corridor.
Justitia frowned and finally pulled out the sword at her waist.
"Condemnation!"
Justitia snorted softly, and a golden holy light leaped from the sword. The Nepalese army knife collided with the sword, but the next moment, Zhang Heng found himself out of the corridor of the small hotel and standing on a grassland.
Justitia, who was fighting with him a moment ago, had disappeared.
Was it an illusion?
Zhang Heng was thinking about it, but when he saw the figure not far away, he immediately denied the idea.
"Is this your doing?" Zhang Heng asked the strange man in the Tang suit, wearing a straw hat and rubber shoes. He looked like he was going fishing. Since the last time they parted, they hadn't seen each other for more than half a year.
The cold wind blew, and the old man sneezed. "Do you think I wanted to do this? Why did you provoke that woman? If I didn't stop time and run out with you, you would have been killed by her."
"I would have been killed?" Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows.
"Well, you also have a certain chance of killing her, but what's the point? It's the 21st century now, and World War II has ended more than 70 years ago. It's too low-class to keep fighting and killing. What's more, what she's doing has nothing to do with you."
"I owe Shen Xixi and her team a favor," Zhang Heng said.
The old man in the Tang suit opened a bag of QQ candy and poured it into his mouth. "They won't die anyway. I'll pay them back later."
"These things have nothing to do with you. Why are you so worried about them?" Zhang Heng said as he looked around, trying to figure out where he was. However, the grassland looked almost the same under the night sky, and there seemed to be no one around. This was not good news.
"Stop looking. We are on the dam now." The old man in the Tang suit said, "When you go back, the battle there should be over. Also, you are my man. Of course, I care about you."
The old man in the Tang suit looked like it was a matter of course, but Zhang Heng didn't appreciate it.
Ever since he found out that the old man and his parents knew each other for a long time, Zhang Heng became more and more suspicious of the old man's purpose of approaching him. Since the old man and his parents were on the same expedition team 17 years ago, it was likely that the old man had seen him at that time.
The life that Zhang Heng was investigating might have a lot to do with the old man. However, when the two met again, Zhang Heng was already very wary of him. So, he didn't ask him directly. The old man in the Tang suit also seemed to know nothing, still complaining about the mosquitoes on the grassland.
Zhang Heng ignored him and walked to the Volvo next to him. This should be the vehicle that the old man in the Tang suit used to bring him here. However, when Zhang Heng checked the gas tank, he was helpless to find that the car had run out of gas. He couldn't drive it away at all.
"The nearest homestay is twenty kilometers away," the old man in the Tang suit kindly reminded him.
"…"
Zhang Heng was a little speechless. "Then how are you going to get back?"
"I called for help. They will be here in two hours. Do you want to come with us?" The old man simply sat on the grass.
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