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It was simply two monsters, the Muscle Monster and the Tin Monster, entangled in a whirlwind that no one else could interfere with, and not only did Jossen and Miria take advantage of this opportunity to get enough rest, but Custer even broke free from the bandits' shackles and joined the two of them.

"Are you alright?" asked Josson, looking at Custer, who was still rubbing his eyes.

"It's okay...... There is such a thing...... I must go back and remind my compatriots...... Take this opportunity...... We're in trouble if that tin man loses......" Custer's voice was weak, but it seemed like he was no longer in trouble.

The huge warhammer fell mercilessly, and with the effect of gravity, Forty-Seven's left arm was almost smashed into a U-shape, and his feet slammed into the sand, but he finally broke through Hoffman's shield defenses, leaving a bloody mark on Hoffman's chest.

Hoffman was in pain and kicked Forty-Seven, who couldn't move his feet.

"You're saying we're going to throw it down—we're going to run away?" Milia was shocked and angry, "How can this be done! And you don't care about your captured brethren?"

"The intelligence of this new magic weapon is more important...... I have to get this news back...... Those captured compatriots will want me to do the same!"

"No, your captured compatriots want us to save them!

Forty-seven interrupted their argument. Gliding across the sand, he stared at Custer's face with two dark red eyes through the flying dust, "Honestly, you just picked the wrong companion. ”

Then he jumped to his feet and rushed at Hoffman again.

Forty-seven dodged the oncoming hammer, suddenly raised his right arm, and struck the big bug with his fangs and claws with his unsightly fist.

Hoffman blocked the blow - his arm was already starting to go numb, and although the weapon that Argus had specially made for him was extremely sturdy and still intact under the almost frantic bombardment of Forty-Seven, the force of the backlash was real, a little beyond Hoffman's endurance, and once the gigantic technique failed, the only thing that awaited him was a complete fiasco.

Let's show your hole cards.

Forty-seven fists of splinters and iron spikes struck again—directly on Hoffman's left arm.

Hoffman roared, tensed his muscles, and stepped away, knocking several thieves who were watching the battle, and finally stopped the drill-like fist from hitting his chest.

What about the shield? Forty-seven ignored it, just reflecting on why it didn't penetrate the big bald head in front of him.

The Great Bug broke away from Hoffman. It tumbled and fell in mid-air like a real bedbug, and deformed as it fell, its triangular scales staggered and stretched, its knife-like limbs and claws bent and closed, and the whole shield began to split into multiple pieces and reassemble in parts, just wrapped around Hoffman's pointed warhammer, which at this time also split into a cross-shaped sharp hook claw shape waiting - a few clicks, forming an extremely vicious polygonal hammer head full of fangs.

"Look clearly, boy!" Hoffman slammed Forty-Seven, which was still hanging on his left arm, to the ground, and the hammer, not to say the mallet, slammed down, and even erupted flames at the end of the sharp teeth to boost the storm.

The entire martial arts training ground shook.

The piledriver-like mallets all sank into the ground, with it as the center, wave after wave of spread was full of spider web-like cracks and earth and stone fragments, and the diffuse shock wave rushed out of the ground, making the martial arts training field uneven, and the people present were quite agile and could jump up to slow down the damage of the shock wave, and even the leg bones that couldn't react or moved slowly were broken, and the surrounding houses made a cracking sound, and a house even shook a few times and collapsed in half.

Hoffman gasped, the huge bloody hole in his left arm that could shine through the sunlight, and his vicious gaze stared at the place where the giant mallet had knocked Forty-Seven in, and a hint of joy appeared on his face.

Hit the ...... It's over!

He had no doubt about the power of the strike, though it was only the second time he had used it—the first time he had tested it while the Argus mages were delivering it, and with a single blow he had flattened a small rocky mountain.

It's a pity - it's time to send Argus back to recharge, this time draining all the mana stored in the hammer.

Damn! I didn't want to use this method to blackmail Lao Tzu! Hoffman's enlarged body began to shrink, and gradually returned to a normal appearance--he was so tired that he couldn't even lift the mallet.

Is that tin man finished?!

Josson: They were stunned by this reality, and they didn't know what to do.

"The bandit leader is also not lightly wounded, let's take advantage of this opportunity to kill it!" Castel picked up a short sword from the ground, and the robbers were already surrounded by Roy.

"Want to run......?"

Roy rubbed his fingers, already fantasizing about the feeling of ravaging the body of a female paladin with them.

The first and second in command have consumed their constructed weapons, so it's up to me for now - the fists are swinging like snakes, and even the way of warming up is perverted and disgusting.

Hoffman's gavel was slowly raised.

Don't--his face changed, the boss still has the strength to clean them up himself? If that female paladin is swept up like this, there won't even be any bone stubble left, it's a pity!

Roy turned his head to look at Hoffman, thinking about what to say to calm the boss's surging killing intent—

But what he saw in Hoffman's face was not murderous intent.

It's fear.

The gavel was not lifted by Hoffman. A flaming hand is slowly rising with a giant mallet.

Hoffman tried to pull a few times, but the gavel didn't move—as if it had been cast in that hand.

"I see. ”

Forty-seven rose from the pit, covered in smoke and fire.

He was unscathed by the near-devastating blow - at least it seemed so, but not only that, but the hands damaged by Alexander's sneak attack began to heal on their own, including the wound on his waist.

"Is this a weapon?" he said, and the flames on his body grew a little more as if fueled - until Hoffman was so hot that he could no longer hold the handle of the mallet.

Forty-seven took the hammer and stroked it, feeling the feeling of breathing with himself coming from the mallet, and somewhat understood where this feeling came from.

Core. He was robbed of the core.

Although the energy fluctuations from the hammer were faint, the frequency was almost exactly the same as the core - did these new things be made by Argus with the help of that core?

Forty-seven tried to dance a few times, and the huge mallet immediately burst into flames, not simply attached to it, but a raging flame bursting from the inside out.

"Hurry up and do something! kill him!" Hoffman howled in terror, like a lamb in the mouth of a lion's last struggle.

Forty-seven fierce swings of the mallet.

The mallet made a terrible roar in the air, created by the friction between the deformed thorns and the scorching air, and a large ball of flame broke away from the mallet as if it had been spit out of the mouth of a monster on the head of the mallet.

The first to be destroyed was Alexander, who stood not very close to Forty-Seven, but he didn't know why the first mallet fell on him first, and the thieves between Forty-Seven and Alexander had not yet reacted to what was going on, and had been blown aside by the wind pressure brought by the mallet, and before Alexander could make any screams, he had already been knocked on his body by a mallet, and the mallet hit the ground flatly, neither bulging out nor concave a piece, as if Forty-Seven was very careful, and put the mallet on the ground without any strength, and when Forty-Seven picked up the malletThe ground seemed to be roasted and blackened, and Alexander disappeared into the charred black circle out of thin air.

At the same time as Forty-Seven knocked down and picked up the mallet, the mallet itself was constantly deformed, frantically decomposed and reorganized, first the mallet rod was shortened one by one, and then the multi-angle mallet head was also constantly flipping and changing, after a sound of Qi Qi clicking, when Forty-Seven raised the mallet again, it could no longer be called a mallet at all, the black steel formed a barrel thicker than his arm, and this barrel poked out from the wide open mouth of the beast, this hideous beast mouth also divided the whole weapon into two parts, front and back, the second half is a slightly open saber-tooth wing tail and a cylindrical spout, like the head and neck of a vicious beastThe shortened mallet rod formed a very complex flexure structure, tightly wound around Forty-Seven's arm, and if you look closely, it is not so much a winding as the support rod that connects the cylindrical part grows on Forty-Seven's arm, and the constantly changing serrations and latches are tightly tenoned with Forty-Seven's arm, as if they were originally one.

I would like to thank Lord Odin, the main god of Norse mythology, who recommended this book.

Odin, from the saints.

Although I do not have the conditions to exchange courtesies at all, I would like to say that I would like to say that you must support the saints