Big Capitalist

Chapter 689 Sigma (14)

Upon hearing this, Fidi flew into a rage and roared, "How dare you compare me to a mouse! You have no idea what true power is! I have been infused with the perfect blood of God, and now I can feel an endless stream of power flowing into my body. This power is enough to destroy heaven and earth!"

At this moment, Fidi's body became even bigger. He was more than three meters tall, with bulging muscles all over his body. Violent power surged in his body, and golden air waves appeared on his body surface, like an angry ancient beast.

He shouted arrogantly: "It's as easy as crushing a bug to kill you!"

After saying that, Fidi clenched his fists and stomped his feet hard, and the ground cracked instantly.

He swooped down towards Sigma's position like a cannonball, and punched out with terrifying power.

After seeing this scene, a gloomy look flashed across Tennyson's face. He did not join the battle, but turned around and walked quickly into the blood-colored pool. His figure quickly disappeared in the blood.

Facing Fidi's fierce punch, Sigma raised his hand calmly.

The black and purple aura on his palm became increasingly strong, and it actually blocked Fidi's fist.

The terrifying force contained in Fidi's punch created a gust of wind, and the surrounding ground was instantly smashed into pieces, with dust flying everywhere.

Fidi looked at his punch that was easily blocked in disbelief, his eyes full of shock.

Sigma felt the divine power continuously emanating from Fidi and said coldly, "Is this the power you're so proud of? Yet it's so weak and vulnerable."

Fidi wanted to say some harsh words to save face, but Sigma would not give him the chance.

Sigma suddenly clenched his hand that was blocking Fidi's fist, clamped Fidi's arm tightly, and then twisted it hard.

Fidi's huge body suddenly lost balance and was thrown to the ground by Sigma.

With a loud "bang", the ground seemed to be hit by a heavy bomb, and a huge deep pit appeared.

Then, under Fidi's horrified gaze, Sigma raised his arm and punched him hard on the head.

This punch contained the power to destroy the world and completely shattered the ground.

It was already a blood-colored pool, and now the blood shot up into the sky like a volcanic eruption.

Unexpectedly, there was a huge space under the ground. Sigma and Fidi's figures fell downwards along with flying soil and rocks.

Fidi hit the ground like a heavy artillery shell, splashing up dust and sand all over the sky. It made a deafening noise that echoed in this closed underground space for a long time.

Sigma, however, was like an elegant nobleman, stepping calmly on the purple-black plague cloud, slowly floating down and arriving underground.

Sigma looked up at the huge and strange space around him and was immediately shocked by the scene before him.

This place seems like an evil place from hell, composed of dried muscles, tumors, and various diseased flesh and blood vessels.

The walls were covered with densely packed pieces of embryonic flesh. In the dim environment, they seemed to be wriggling slightly, emitting a disgusting smell.

At the deepest part, a ferocious figure was locked on several thick flesh pillars. Sigma looked closely and found that it was his father, Count Pruk.

His body was twisted and deformed, and his face was filled with a mixture of pain and madness.

On another bed, Betty was lying there quietly, as if she was asleep, her face as pale as paper.

"Where is this place?" Sigma couldn't help muttering to himself. Just when he was stunned, Fidi took the opportunity to suddenly appear behind him, and attacked Sigma with full of anger and unwillingness.

Sigma sensed the movement behind him, but without moving, he raised his foot and accurately kicked Fidi away. Fidi's body was like a kite with a broken string, slamming heavily into the flesh wall in the distance, making him grimace in pain.

At the same time, the Plague Lord's voice rang out in Sigmar's mind: "How is it? Doesn't it feel good to use my power? This is divine power, a power higher than magic. With this power, you can do whatever you want and do whatever you want."

Sigmar ignored the Plague Lord's voice. His eyes were fixed on Tennyson, who was staring at him in shock in the corner, and then turned to his father, who was roaring wildly like a mad beast.

Sigma took a few steps forward, grabbed Tennyson by the collar, glared at him, and loudly demanded, "What have you done to your father and sister?"

Tennyson looked at Sigma sinisterly with a twisted smile on his face. "Want to know what happened to father? Well, I'll tell you, I injected him with this!"

Before he finished speaking, he pounced forward like a venomous snake, took out a syringe, stabbed it hard into Sigma's arm, and then forcefully injected all the liquid inside.

In an instant, Sigma felt a violent and evil force rushing into his body like a raging torrent.

His body began to deform uncontrollably. The stabbed left arm suddenly swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and all kinds of strange organs quickly grew on its surface.

Sharp teeth protruded from the flesh, and the mouth opened and closed, making a creepy "crackling" sound; eyes and ears also popped out randomly on the arms, as if looking around at this strange and terrifying world.

At the same time, tumors began to appear on his back, as if something was struggling desperately to get out under his skin.

Seeing this, Tennyson quickly moved away from Sigma, coughed dryly twice, looked at the syringe in his hand, and couldn't help cursing, "Damn it, big brother! I knew he didn't give me the real thing. It's low-quality divine blood again. Damn it, where did he put the real divine blood?"

Sigma roared in pain, half of his face had been torn and distorted by this evil force. At this moment, he looked like a hideous monster crawling out of hell.

At this moment, the father's voice suddenly roared like thunder: "Don't hurt my son, don't hurt my family——"

Sigma endured the severe pain in his body and turned around with difficulty to look at his father.

But I saw that my father was in tears at this moment, and his figure became more and more like a mad beast. He roared and repeated the words that the family should not be harmed.

The Plague Lord's playful voice echoed in Sigmar's mind: "How interesting! Your father's obsession is actually his family! This is truly fascinating. After being bewitched by the Lord of Flesh and Blood, his greatest desire is still his family? Sigma, your family members have such interesting souls!"