Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Even when facing the Ice Storm or even Kasavar Bloodhoof, the Wildhammer never felt this kind of fear as if he was haunted by a ghost.

Stimulated by extreme fear, he yelled violently, and spun his meteor hammer-like proboscis into a destructive storm, which rolled up a large amount of rubble, broken wood and dust among the ruined walls, forming an indestructible protection shell, enveloping itself in it.

However, the piercing, thorny feeling of the icicle still permeated into the storm like mercury pouring down the ground.

There was a tingle at the end of the Wildhammer's proboscis.

Give birth to the feeling that the whole nose will be uprooted.

Hastily lowered his head to dodge.

There was only a "bang", sparks splashed in the smoke and dust.

It was the attacker's sharp blade, which collided with his fangs.

Judging from the silent attack style of the attacker, this sharp blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, shouldn't have much strength.

But the impact of the sharp blade and the fangs still numb half of Wildhammer's gums.

Stretching out his hand to touch the fang, he immediately felt a crack that reached deep to the root of the tooth.

As long as the crack was half a finger deep, his fangs could be completely removed.

Up to this moment, the Wildhammer still hadn't caught the assailant.

This made his fear soar to the limit.

He could only retreat desperately, and summoned his own totem armor—the locomotive!

Accompanied by black liquid metal seeping out from thirty-six thousand pores.

The metallic luster of black iron casting also gathered into hundreds of three-dimensional cuneiform characters, winding around the body, helping the liquid metal to solidify quickly and condensing into layers of indestructible armor.

When the armor of the limbs was completed in an instant, and there was an earthquake-like roar, the Wildhammer finally breathed a sigh of relief, and prepared to switch from defense to attack, searching for the damned attacker.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a bone-piercing coolness creeping into his back, the center of his spine, where the totem armor hadn't had time to completely seal it off.

Immediately afterwards, the bone-chilling coolness close to absolute zero turned into magma that burned everything, along his entire spine, down to his pelvis and legs, up to his arms and brain, completely taking over his spinal cord and motor nerves.

Wildhammer's eyes widened.

No matter how the ancestral spirit hidden in the totem armor is within the horizon, the information flow like a waterfall pours down.

He couldn't get any guidance from it.

Lost contact with the brain, the limbs seem to have disappeared from the torso, let alone cooperate with the totem armor to display even the most basic combat skills.

The Wildhammer felt like a collapsing dam.

All the strength is poured out from the holes in the spine, which are sometimes cold and sometimes hot.

He fell to the ground whirling, uttering a moan that was half humiliated, half hopeless.

By constantly climbing up and licking the flames at the highest point of the Bloodskull Arena, he finally saw clearly the true face of the attacker under the dust and gunpowder smoke.

The size of the opponent is no more than two arms.

Among the tall and big Bloodhoof clan, he could only be regarded as an inconspicuous short stature.

But evenly covering the whole body, the streamlined totem armor full of sense of speed and destructive power can make even the largest clan warriors secrete trembling factors from the depths of their bones.

This is a very strange totem armor.

The Wildhammers found no crests or totems of the houses of Noire, save for the highly abstract scarlet phantom in the center of the breastplate.

Extending from the elbow all the way to the back, the two sharp blades like a huge sickle make this totem armor full of unforgettable recognition.

Wildhammer felt that he would never forget such a terrible totem armor.

——If he could still escape from these two scythes that harvest life as easily as wheat ears.

The Wildhammer's gaze followed the blade of the scythe all the way to the visor and helmet of the attacker.

It is different from clan warriors who usually engrave mysterious and complicated runes on the face armor to form a gorgeous totem.

The attacker's mask was extremely simple and smooth.

Except for the parts close to the eyes, which are densely penetrated with hundreds of tiny holes, forming a circular field of vision for observing things in the outside world, there are no redundant decorations and lines.

This minimalist design style, which abandons all decorations, is quite different from the traditional aesthetic taste of Turan warriors.

But it added a bit of unfathomable mystery to this visor, which could not see any emotional changes.

Above the visor, where Meibi and Douhou should be, was also empty.

But bunches of spiritual flames inlaid with red threads surged out, making the attacker like a torch, burning the heart of the Wildhammer fiercely.

And when the assailant stirred up the magnetic field of life, controlled the spiritual flame, and condensed it to a high degree, the golden and red intertwined spiritual flames turned into strangely shaped horns, entrenched on the opponent's head.

This image caused an extremely terrifying name to pop out of Wildhammer's mind.

"Night, night devil!"

Wildhammer screamed the name like a hen with its throat cut.

The attacker was noncommittal.

He just lowered his head, and from the hundreds of densely packed pinholes, eyes of admiration flowed out.

It's not that I admire Wildhammer.

Instead, admire the totem armor on his body - the locomotive.

It is said that the locomotive is an ancient artifact.

A long time ago, the glory of the ancestral spirits still shone across Turanze.

The noble Turan warriors rode countless artifacts called "locomotives" and smashed them into the Land of Holy Light like a fast-moving warhammer.

Unfortunately, in order to defend the vitality of the entire land, the Turan warriors had to devote all their resources and energy to the war against the Twilight evil god year after year, day after day.

And the believers of the Twilight Cthulhu, those puppets known as the "Holy Light Camp", sneaked into Turanze many times, defiled and destroyed the sacred heritage left by the ancestors to the Turan warriors.

So that today, ten thousand years later, like countless powerful artifacts, the real "locomotive" has long been lost.

Despite this, the Wildhammer family has integrated part of the "locomotive" technology into the totem armor.

It was only then that the Bloodhoof clan was forged, no, perhaps it was the most powerful totem armor "Locomotive" among the five major clans.

Ever since he wrestled with a bloodthirsty and violent "Bone Crusher Giant Elephant" at the coming-of-age ceremony at the age of fifteen, and smashed the hardest skull of the opponent with his own bone hammer and iron fist, Wildhammer has obtained this Deputy totem armor.

After nearly 20 years of training and fighting, Wildhammer originally thought that he and the totem armor had become one with each other, and could inspire the strongest power of the "locomotive". The most perfect host.

Until now, facing the night devil's hungry eyes, the Wildhammer was horrified to find that his totem armor had been shaken!

"how so?"

Wildhammer stared dumbfounded at the sight, where the cuneiform script bounced and flashed wildly.

It seemed as if a series of contradictory instructions, as well as the unlocking and deprivation of various permissions, broke out at the same time.

Originally, even if the totem warrior was seriously injured, the totem armor could partially take over the owner's body, use liquid metal to repair damaged blood vessels, bones, muscle fibers, and neural networks, enter automatic combat mode, and help the owner escape from danger.

However, when the Wildhammer issued the order to the Totem Armor to "help the master out of danger at all costs", within the field of vision, the options made up of cuneiform characters all turned gray!

It was as if his totem armor was deeply attracted by the night demon's strength, and he was about to abandon his "shipwreck"!

This is impossible, this kind of situation where the totem armor breaks actively will only happen in battles where the strength of the enemy and us is too great!

Could it be that the gap between him and Night Demon is so large?

Under Wildhammer's unbelievable gaze, Night Demon raised his right arm high.

The scimitar extended from the end of the elbow, turned into liquid metal again, and slowly retracted into the gauntlet.

It spewed out from the palm of his hand again, and at the end of his five fingers, five sharp lancets were shaped.

Five lancets stabbed fiercely at the breastplate of the Wildhammer.

Along the cracked gap on the breastplate, he pierced in easily, like a butcher cutting a cow.

Wildhammer felt a bloody venom injected into his field of vision.

This venom is constantly eroding the power inside the "locomotive", gifted to him by the ancestor spirit.

The instructions made up of cuneiform characters continuously changed from shiny to dull gray, and then from dull gray to fragmented, and finally disappeared one by one.

"This is impossible, why is this happening!"

Wildhammer whimpered from the bottom of his heart, "This is the totem armor left to me by the ancestral spirits, and the war spirits attached to this totem armor are all ancestors connected by my blood!

"Why, the battle spirits of the ancestors abandoned their blood descendants and allowed this humble rat people to tarnish their glory!"

The Wildhammer's faith was shattered.

What also collapsed at the same time was his ability to perceive the outside world through the totem armor.

Originally, the totem armor was like the second layer of skin for the warriors of the clan. It looked thick, but it didn't affect it. It could even enhance the most subtle vision, the most keen hearing and the most delicate sense of touch.

Now, after Night Devil's five fingers were inserted into Wildhammer's chest, a large amount of information collected by "Locomotive" from the outside world was "intercepted" by the opponent in advance.

As a result, Wildhammer's five senses were deprived one by one, making him feel like he was lying in a cold iron coffin.

Finally, there was a piercing pain in the Wildhammer's chest.

Night Demon dismantled the "locomotive" from his body piece by piece and peeled it off.

It was like pulling his bones out of his body one by one.

In the repeated bombardment of extreme pain, shame and despair, the largest gladiator in the city of Noire, one of the four aces of the blood skull arena, a noble warrior with blood of glory, finally collapsed completely.

He was fortunate enough to be plunged into the dark before facing even greater humiliation.

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