Hammer of destruction? Spartak swallowed his saliva.
Although most of them don't understand, they always feel so powerful
Looking at the Spartan audience, Nie Yun, who once again performed the great deception, said in seductive words, "then, make a choice... Whether to break out in silence or perish in silence?
If you are ready to give everything to get the power to change your destiny, come forward and hold it. When you hold it, you will sign a supreme contract with me!
Your life, even your soul, is the price of your strength... "
Spartak looked at the "hammer of destruction" in front of him, and a struggle flashed in his eyes, but in the end, what came to his mind was the pretty face who resolutely followed him to the battlefield.
Struggling eyes gradually become firm!
Well, anyway, I have... Nothing to lose!
Spartak stepped forward, stretched out his arm and held the long handled hammer in front of him
"Eh?!" Spartak was surprised.
The "hammer of destruction" was unexpectedly light, and Spartak easily lifted it up without effort, and even made a stagger due to misjudgment.
But the difference between the head and the weight is too big, isn't it?
If Spartak hadn't tried the hard metal touch from his hands, he would have thought it was an "inflatable hammer".
In fact, due to the limited number of mechanical insects smuggled in, Nie Yun naturally can't really make a flickering hammer of hundreds of kilograms in such a short time, so it's inevitable to cut corners. It's not much worse to say it's an "inflatable hammer"
Seeing the amazement in Spartak's eyes, Nie Yun had to cough. "Cough! This hammer weighs 13500 Jin. Only by getting it, can you be like an arm and a finger! Almsgiver, it seems that you have a lot of luck with this hammer!"
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Is this... So powerful?
Before Spartak could react from his amazement, he felt a sharp pain in the palm of his hand.
At the next moment, the "hammer of destruction" in his hand disintegrated instantly, and then quickly penetrated into his palm like a silver whirlwind.
"Ah!" Spartak couldn't help screaming, covered his right hand and looked at the scene like venom possessed.
However, the pain came and went quickly, but after an instant, everything returned to normal.
"Hoo Hoo!" Spartak gasped and looked at his empty right hand in disbelief.
Drill... Drill in?!
He looked carefully at his right arm in shock. Except for a tattoo shaped like a giant hammer on the back of his hand, everything was as usual, as if the "hammer of destruction" had never appeared
"Sir, are you all right?" just then, a slightly anxious voice came from the door.
Spartak turned his head and saw that his retinues hurried here. It seemed that his scream had just alerted the people outside.
wait!
As if he remembered something, he looked up at his machine armor, but he saw that the red awn like the eyes of the demon God had already faded. The bronze machine armor that had lost his arms still stood quietly in the hangar, as if everything had just been an illusion.
"Wait! You haven't told me how to save Sura?" Spartak shouted anxiously, regardless of the surprised eyes of the people around him.
"The power has been given to you. How to do it? Can I teach you..." the joking voice gradually disappeared.
Somehow, Spartak vaguely heard a hint of encouragement from this tone
Don't give advice, just do it!
Is that what you mean?
"Big... Sir! Are you all right?" seeing Spartak yelling at the surrounding air for no reason, the squire officer was more worried.
Is it too much stimulation?
Looking at the people who didn't seem to hear the voice just now, Spartak showed a strange look in his eyes.
He lowered his head and gently stroked the tattoo still burning on the back of his hand, shook his fist, felt the change of his body, and his eyes gradually lit up!
"Let's go!" Spartak ignored all the people's surprise and left a word and went to the door.
"Eh? Where are you going, my lord?"
……
Soon
"Hahaha! Spartak, I didn't expect you to dare to come here. Why, didn't you wake up just now?" a one eyed Ryan with big arms and round waist and a black eye mask in his right eye held his chest in his hands and looked at Spartak mockingly.
Obviously, he caused Spartak's injury before.
Looking at the style of combat clothes, they are bronze soldiers like Spartak, but the pattern on the chest is more complicated than Spartak's.
"Morsi, where are the Sura?" Spartak said with a blue face.
At this time, the two groups of Ryan people were divided into two distinct camps, facing each other with swords and crossbows, led by Spartak and namorsi.
"You are so persistent. It seems that you have deep affection for your little lover! But you seem to forget that you are just a junior bronze warrior. As a senior bronze warrior, I have the right to call people under your command at will.
This is the power given to me by the God of war code. What? Do you want to challenge the authority of the code? "Morsi said angrily.
Spartak gnashed his teeth and stared at morsi.
The God of war code is a rule specially formulated by Woolf civilization for subordinate subordinate civilized soldiers. Its main core is "the law of the jungle"!
The strong have the power to dominate the weak, and the senior soldiers have the power to dominate the junior soldiers.
What Woolf civilization needs to cultivate is the soldiers with the strongest combat effectiveness, so the basic rule they set for the subsidiary civilization is... Combat effectiveness determines status!
"Hahaha!" morsi laughed happily when he saw Spartak's flaming eyes.
He suddenly lifted his blindfold, pointed to a slender scar that ran through the whole eye, and said fiercely: "this is the gift you left me in the trial war five years ago. My brother also died in your hands!
At that time, I vowed to let you taste the taste of loss! "
Spartak looked at the scar on morsi's eye, and his eyes became very complicated.
In the war of trial, although they were both Ryan, either you or I died on the battlefield. He didn't regret what he did at that time, but there would still be a trace of helplessness and guilt in his heart.
"I'm sorry about this, but Sula is innocent..."
"Innocent? Hehe! As long as you live in this world, no one will be innocent!
The law of the jungle, weak urination is the original sin!
But don't worry, I'll take good care of your little lover for you, but things are unpredictable. Maybe one day, I'll send her body back to you, hahaha... "Morsi laughed wildly.
Spartak's eyes were splitting when he heard the words.
Here, although senior soldiers cannot kill low-level soldiers wantonly, ordinary squires have no human rights. Even if one or two are killed, they will never be investigated.
The squires behind Spartak were filled with righteous indignation and immediately wanted to fight with each other.
"What? Are you going to take the following people? You should know what the consequences will be!" morsi said grimly.
His words made the squires behind Spartak stagnate.
If you want to violate the God of war code, not only them, but also their village will be punished.
"Sir, he is deliberately provoking us. Don't be impulsive!" a squire behind Spartak hurriedly said.
Spartak turned a deaf ear. He raised his hand and said, "get back!"
Then he looked at the other side with a determined face, "morsi, I want to fight with you!"
As soon as he said this, there was a sudden silence.
Everyone looked at Spartak strangely.
God of war fights dead. Both sides of the duel live or die. The winner obtains everything from the loser, including status and power.
"Ha? Ha ha, ha ha..." it seemed as if he heard something funny. Morsi was stunned for a while, and then he burst into crazy laughter.
Then the laughter suddenly stopped,
"Do you want to die? OK! I will help you!"