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Chapter 549

Chapter 549

Doomhammer?Spartak swallowed dryly.

Although most of them don't understand, but I always feel that it looks amazing...

Looking at the Spartan-looking audience, Nie Yun, who once again performed the big trick, said in a seductive tone, "Then, make a choice... Do you explode in silence, or perish in silence?

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

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

Spartacus looked at the "Doom Hammer" in front of him with an unusual shape, and a flash of struggle flashed in his eyes, but in the end, what emerged in 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, stretched out his arm and held the long-handled giant hammer in front of him...

"Huh?!" Spartak exclaimed.

Not as heavy as imagined, this "Doomhammer" was surprisingly light. Spartacus easily lifted it up without any effort, and even staggered a bit due to excessive force due to a misjudgment.

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

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

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

Seeing the astonishment in Spartak's eyes, Nie Yun had to cough lightly. "Cough! This hammer weighs [-] catties, and only someone who is destined to get it can use it like an arm! Benefactor, it seems that you have a great destiny with this hammer!"

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This... so powerful?

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

The next moment, the "Hammer of Destruction" in his hand disintegrated instantly, and then quickly penetrated into his palm like a silver whirlwind.

"Ah!" Spartacus couldn't help screaming, clutching his right hand and looking at the scene like venom possession with horror on his face.

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

"Huh~huh~" Spartak panted heavily, looking at his empty right hand in disbelief.

Drilled... Drilled in? !

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

"My lord! Are you alright?" At this moment, a slightly anxious voice suddenly came from the door.

Spartacus turned his head and saw that it was his subordinates who had rushed over. It seemed that his screams had alarmed the people outside.

and many more!

As if remembering something, he raised his head and looked at his mecha, only to see that the red glow like the eyes of a demon god had already dimmed, and the bronze mecha without both arms was still standing quietly in the hangar. As if everything just now was an illusion.

"Wait! You haven't told me, how can you rescue Sura?" Regardless of the surprised eyes of the people around, Spartak shouted anxiously to the surroundings.

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

For some reason, Spartak could vaguely hear a hint of encouragement from this tone...

Don't be shy, just do it!

Is... what do you mean?

"My... my lord! Are you alright?" Seeing Spartacus yelling at the surrounding air inexplicably, the subordinate officer became even more worried.

Is it too much stimulation?

Looking at the crowd who didn't seem to hear the voice just now, Spartacus showed a strange look in his eyes.

He lowered his head and gently stroked the tattoo on the back of his hand, which was still faintly hot, clenched his fists, feeling the changes in his body, his eyes gradually lit up!

"Let's go!" Spartacus ignored everyone's surprise, left a word and walked towards the door.

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

……

Shortly after……

"Hahaha! Spartacus, I didn't expect you to dare to come here. Why, didn't you wake up just now?" A one-eyed Ryan with a big arm and a black eyepatch on his right eye folded his arms and looked mockingly. with Spartacus.

Obviously, the injury on Spartak before was caused by him.

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

"Morsey, where are the Sura people?" Spartacus asked with a livid face.

At this time, the two gangs of Ryan were divided into two distinct camps and confronted each other, and their swords were on the verge of breaking out. The leaders were Spartacus and Namorsi.

"You are really persistent. It seems that you have a deep affection for 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 given to me by the God of War Code, why?Are you trying to challenge the authority of the Codex? "Morsey said calmly.

Spartak stared at Morsey through gritted teeth.

The God of War Code is a ruling rule specially formulated by Woolf Civilization for subordinate civilized fighters, and its main core is "the weak eat the strong"!

The strong have power over the weak, and the high-ranking fighters have power over the low-ranking fighters.

The Woolf civilization needs to cultivate warriors with the strongest combat effectiveness, so the basic rules they set for the subordinate civilizations are... combat power determines status!

"Hahaha!" Seeing Spartak's fire-breathing eyes, Morsey laughed heartily.

He suddenly lifted his blindfold, pointed to a slender scar that ran 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 must let you taste the taste of loss! "

Spartak looked at the scar on Moersey's eye, his eyes became extremely complicated.

In the Battle of Trials, even though they belonged to the Ryan clan, it was either you or me on the battlefield. He didn't regret what he did at that time, but there was still a trace of helplessness and guilt in his heart.

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

"Innocent? Hehe! As long as you live in this world, no one will be innocent!

The weak prey on the strong, the weak are the original sin!

But don't worry, I will take good care of your little lover for you, but the world is unpredictable, maybe one day, I will send her body back to you, hahaha..." Moersey laughed wildly .

Spartak's eyes were tearing apart when he heard this.

Here, although high-level fighters cannot kill low-level fighters at will, ordinary subordinates have no human rights. Even if they kill one or two, they will definitely not be held accountable.

The subordinates behind Spartacus were filled with righteous indignation, and immediately wanted to step forward to fight each other.

"What? Are you going to lead someone to commit crimes? You should know the consequences of doing so!" Moersey said with a grin.

His words made the followers behind Spartak stagnate.

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

"My lord, he is deliberately provoking us, so don't be impulsive!" A subordinate behind Spartacus hurriedly said.

Spartak turned a deaf ear, he raised his hand, "Back off!"

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

As soon as this remark came out, the audience fell silent.

Everyone looked at Spartak in disbelief.

In God of War deathmatch, both parties in the duel don't care whether they live or die, the winner gets everything of the loser, including status and power.

"Huh? Haha, hahaha..." As if he heard something funny, Moersey was stunned for a moment, and then laughed wildly.

Then the laughter stopped suddenly,

"Do you want to die? Good! I will help you!"

(End of this chapter)