Super Mothership

Doomhammer? Spartak swallowed dryly.

Although I don't understand most of them, I always think they are amazing...

Looking at the audience with a spartan expression, Nie Yun, who once again performed the big trick, said in a seductive tone, "Then, let's make a choice... break out in silence, or perish in silence?

If you are ready to give everything to get the power to change your destiny, then step forward and hold it, and the moment you hold it, you will sign a supreme contract with me!

Your life, and even your soul, is the price of your power..."

Spartak looked at the "Doomhammer" in front of him, which did not look like a mortal thing, and a struggle flashed in his eyes, but in the end, what came to his mind was the pretty face that resolutely followed him to the battlefield.

The struggling eyes gradually became firm!

Well, anyway, I already... have nothing to lose!

Spartak took a step forward and stretched out his arm to hold the long-handled giant hammer in front of him...

"Huh?!" Spartak exclaimed in surprise.

Not as heavy as he imagined, this "Doom Hammer" was unexpectedly light, and Spartak lifted it up effortlessly, and even stumbled a little too hard because of a misjudgment.

But the gap between the head and the weight is too big, right?

If Spartak hadn't tried the hard metal touch in his hands, he would have thought it was an "inflatable hammer".

In fact, due to the limited number of mechanical worms smuggling over, it is naturally impossible for Nie Yun to actually produce a hammer of several hundred kilograms in such a short time, so it is inevitable to cut corners, saying that it is an "inflatable hammer" "Actually, it's not that much...

Seeing the astonishment in Spartak's eyes, Nie Yun had to cough lightly. "Cough! This hammer weighs 13,500 kilograms. Only when someone gets it can it be like an arm! Donor, it seems that you have a great predestined relationship with this hammer!"

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Is this... so powerful?

Before Spartak could react from his astonishment, he felt a sharp pain in his palm.

The next moment, the "Hammer of Doom" in his hand disintegrated in an instant, and then quickly drilled into his palm like a silver whirlwind.

"Ah!" Spartak couldn't help screaming, covering his right hand and looking at the scene like venom possessed in horror.

However, the pain came and went quickly, but after an instant, everything returned to normal.

"Hu~hu~" Spartak gasped, looking at his empty right hand in disbelief.

Drill... drilled in? !

He carefully looked at his right arm in shock, except for a tattoo that looked like a giant hammer on the back of his hand, everything was as usual, as if the "Hammer of Doom" had never appeared before...

"Sir! Are you okay?" At this moment, a slightly anxious voice suddenly came from the door.

Spartak turned his head and saw that it was his entourage who came in a hurry, and it seemed that his screams had alarmed the people outside.

and many more!

As if remembering something, he looked up at his mecha, but saw that the red glow like the eyes of the devil had already dimmed, and the bronze mecha that lost both arms was still standing quietly in the hangar. As if everything just now was an illusion.

"Wait! You haven't told me yet, how can I rescue Sulla?" Spartak roared anxiously, regardless of the surprised eyes of the people around him.

"The strength has been given to you, how to do it, still use me to teach you..." The joking voice gradually faded away.

For some reason, Spartak vaguely heard a hint of encouragement in this tone...

Don't be shy, just do it!

Is... that's what you mean?

"Big...sir! Are you alright?" Seeing Spartak yelling inexplicably into the surrounding air, the squire became even more worried.

Was it too much stimulation?

Looking at everyone who didn't seem to hear the voice just now, Spartak's eyes showed a strange look.

He lowered his head and gently stroked the tattoo on the back of his hand that was still faintly hot, clenched his fist, felt the change in his body, and his eyes gradually lit up!

"Let's go!" Spartak completely ignored everyone's surprise, leaving a sentence and walking towards the door.

"Eh? Where are you going, my lord?"

...

Shortly after……

"Hahaha! Spartak, I didn't expect you to dare to come here. Why, haven't you been beaten up just now?" A one-eyed Ryan man with a big waist and a black eye patch on his right eye crossed his chest with his arms and looked mockingly. With Spartak.

Obviously, the injury to Spartak was caused by him.

Looking at the style of the battle uniform on his body, it is the same bronze-level warrior as Spartak, but the pattern on the chest is more complicated than Spartak's.

"Morsey, what about the Sura people?" Spartak asked with a livid face.

At this time, the two gangs of Lane people were divided into two distinct camps facing each other, and the swords were drawn, led by Spartak and Namorsey.

"You are really persistent, it seems that you are really affectionate to your little lover! But you seem to have forgotten 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 that God of War has given me, what? Are you trying to challenge the authority of the code? "Morsey said sensibly.

Spartak stared at Morsey through gritted teeth.

The Code of War God is a ruling rule specially formulated by Woolf Civilization for its subordinate vassal civilization warriors. Its main core is "the strong eat the weak"!

The strong have the power to dominate the weak, and the high-ranking warriors have the power to dominate the low-ranking warriors.

What the Woolf Civilization needs to cultivate is the warriors with the strongest combat power, so the basic rule they set for their subordinate civilizations is... Combat power determines status!

"Hahaha!" Morsey laughed happily when he saw Spartak's fire-breathing eyes.

He suddenly lifted his blindfold, pointed to a slender scar running through the entire eyeball, and said viciously: "This is the gift you left me in the trial battle five years ago, and my brother also died. in your hands!

At that time, I swore that I would give you a taste of the loss! "

Spartak looked at the scar on Morsey's eyes, his eyes became very complicated.

In the battle of trials, although they were both of the Ryan family, on the battlefield either you died or I died. He did not regret what he did at that time, but there was still a hint of helplessness and guilt in his heart.

"I'm sorry about this, but Sula is innocent..."

"Innocent? Hehe! As long as we live in this world, no one is innocent!

The weak eat the strong, and the weak is the original sin!

But don't worry, I will take good care of your little lover for you, but things are unpredictable, maybe one day, I will send her body back to you, hahaha..." Morsey said with a wild smile .

Spartak was stunned when he heard the words.

Here, although high-level warriors cannot arbitrarily kill low-level warriors, ordinary squires have no human rights. Even if one or two are killed, they will never be held accountable.

The retinues behind Spartak were filled with righteous indignation, and immediately wanted to go forward and fight with each other.

"What? Are you going to lead someone to commit a crime? You should know the consequences of doing so!" Morsey grinned.

His words made the entourage behind Spartak stagnate.

If you want to violate the God of War Code, not only them, but even the village where they are located will be punished.

"Sir, he is deliberately angering us, don't be impulsive!" A squire behind Spartak hurriedly said.

Spartak turned a deaf ear, he raised his hand, "You step back!"

Then he looked at the opposite side resolutely, "Morsey, I want to fight the God of War with you!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell silent.

Everyone looked at Spartak in disbelief.

God of War is a death fight, regardless of the life and death of both sides of the duel, the winner gets everything the loser has, including status and power.

"Ha? Haha, hahaha..." As if he had heard something funny, Morsey froze for a moment and then burst into laughter.

Then the laughter stopped suddenly,

"Do you want to die? Good! I will make you happy!"