Brain Death (A Mistake in the Rush: Chapter 736's Number Was Duplicated) Please Vote for Monthly Tickets at Month's End

Godzilla was an adolescent Tyrannosaurus rex. Though ordinary people saw it as a terrifying behemoth, to high-level professionals, it was merely a nuisance at most. Unless it was a fully grown Tyrannosaurus rex, professionals had plenty of ways to deal with such a dinosaur. In the eyes of Legendary beings and those of even higher levels, an adolescent Tyrannosaurus rex was a joke.

Take Alfred, for example. He had not taken this Tyrannosaurus rex seriously at all. The only thing that gave him a headache was the thick steel beast armor covering its body. While that thing could not truly stop him, breaking through it would still take some time.

Godzilla's main purpose here had simply been to restrain him. Alfred knew that too, so he had not wasted any time on Godzilla. But things were different now. Alfred had begun fighting desperately—for the sake of escape. He had no time to care about restraint or anything else. The Bloodhulk Rhine had transformed into had been drained dry by him and had little potential left; it could turn to ash at any moment.

So even if there were a mountain in front of him, he had to grit his teeth and charge through it! Otherwise, he would have no chance. This had originally been the best opportunity. Alfred raised his speed, determined to crash through the Tyrannosaurus rex blocking the exit even if it meant mutual destruction.

According to his calculations, he had had a good chance of smashing through the Tyrannosaurus rex. At worst, he would have to expend a little more power to repair this body. But as long as he could escape, he was willing to pay that price.

Unfortunately, he had been one move short. He had never expected the divine spell, "Holy Sanctuary," to ruin