Even when facing Ice Storm or Casanova Bloodhoof, Brute Hammer had never felt such fear like he was being haunted by a ghost.

  Under the stimulation of extreme fear, he roared and spun his long nose like a meteor hammer into a destructive storm that swept up a large amount of rubble, broken wood, and dust in the ruins. It formed an indestructible protective shell that enveloped him within.

  However, the icicle was bone-piercing, and the feeling of being stabbed in the back was still like mercury seeping into the storm.

  The end of Brute Hammer’s long nose was tingling.

  He felt as if his entire nose was about to be uprooted.

  He hurriedly lowered his head to dodge.

  With a bang, sparks flew in all directions from the smoke and dust.

  It was the attacker’s sharp blade that collided with his fangs.

  Judging from the attacker’s silent attack style, this sharp blade that was as thin as a Cicada’s wing should not have much strength.

  However, the collision between the sharp blade and the fangs still numbed half of brute Hammer’s gums.

  He reached out and touched the Fang, and immediately felt a crack that was as deep as the root of the Fang.

  If the crack was only half a finger deeper, he would be able to remove the entire fang.

  Until now, brute hammer still could not catch the shadow of the attacker.

  This caused his fear to soar to the limit.

  He could only retreat recklessly and summon his totem armor — locomotive!

  Along with the black liquid metal seeping out from 36,000 pores.

  The metallic luster of black iron also gathered into hundreds of three-dimensional cuneiform characters that lingered around his body, helping the liquid metal to solidify rapidly, condensing into layers of indestructible armor.

  When the armor of his four limbs was completed in an instant, creating an earthquake-like roar, brute hammer finally let out a sigh of relief. He was prepared to switch from defense to offense, searching for the damned attacker.

  At this moment, he suddenly felt a bone-piercing chill coming from behind his back, in the middle of his spine, where the totem armor had yet to completely seal off.

  Immediately after, the bone-piercing chill that was close to absolute zero turned into lava that burned everything. It followed his entire spine, went down to his pelvis and legs, and went up to his arms and brain regions, it completely took over his spinal cord and motor nerves.

  Man Hammer widened his eyes.

  No matter how the ancestral spirit hidden in the totem armor poured out a waterfall of information in his field of vision.

  He could not get any hint of guidance from it.

  Having lost contact with his brain, it was as if his four limbs had disappeared from his body. He was also unable to coordinate with the totem armor to display even the most basic battle techniques.

  Man Hammer felt like he was a dam that had collapsed.

  All his strength accompanied his spine. Sometimes it was cold, sometimes it was hot, and all of it poured out.

  He fell to the ground with his head spinning. He let out half of his humiliation and half of his despair moans.

  With the help of the continuous climbing and licking the flames at the highest point of the Blood Skull Arena, he finally saw clearly the true face of the attacker under the dust and smoke.

  The opponent’s body size was no more than two arms.

  Among the tall and strong bloody hoofs clan, he could only be considered an unremarkable short figure.

  However, the streamlined totem armor that covered his entire body and was filled with a sense of speed and destructive power could make even the largest warriors of the Clan Shiver from the depths of their bone marrow.

  This was a very unfamiliar totem armor.

  Other than the highly abstract blood-colored ghost pattern in the middle of the chest armor, brute hammer did not find any badges or totems of the major clans of Black Horn City.

  Extending from his elbows all the way back, the two sharp blades that were like giant sickles made this totem armor full of unforgettable recognition.

  Brute Hammer felt that he would never forget such a terrifying totem armor.

  If he could still escape from these two scythes that could harvest lives as easily as harvesting wheat.

  Brute Hammer’s gaze followed the blade of the scythe and moved all the way to the attacker’s visor and helmet.

  It was different from the clan warriors who would usually engrave profound and complicated runes on the visor to form a gorgeous totem.

  This attacker’s visor was simple and smooth to the extreme.

  Except for the area near the eyes, which had hundreds of tiny holes, creating a circular vision to observe the outside world, there were no other decorations or lines.

  This minimalist design style, which gave up all decorations, was totally different from the traditional aesthetic taste of the warriors of Tulan.

  However, it added a mysterious and unfathomable feeling to this visor, which couldn’t see any change of emotion.

  The area above the visor was where Dou Ying and Mei Bi should be. It was also empty.

  However, beams of golden flames with red threads were surging. The attacker was like a torch, Burning Man Hammer’s heart.

  When the attacker had activated his life magnetic field and controlled the spiritual flames, the golden and red intersecting spiritual flames turned into strange-shaped horns, hovering above the attacker’s head.

  This image made an extremely terrifying name jump out of Man Hammer’s mind.

  “Night, Night Demon!”


  Man Hammer screamed this name like a hen whose throat had been cut.

  The attacker didn’t comment.

  He just lowered his head and looked at man hammer with admiration from hundreds of needle holes.

  He didn’t admire man hammer.

  He was admiring the totem armor on his body — the locomotive.

  It was said that the locomotive was an ancient divine weapon.

  A long time ago, when the glory of the ancestral spirits still shone on the entire land of Tulan.

  The noble warriors of Tulan rode on countless divine weapons called the locomotive and smashed it into the land of holy light like a hammer.

  Unfortunately, in order to protect the vitality of the entire land, the warriors of Tulan had to devote all their resources and energy to the war against the Twilight Demon God year after year.

  The believers of the Twilight Demon God and the puppets known as the ‘camp of Holy Light’snuck into Tulan many times and defiled and destroyed the sacred heritage left by the ancestral spirits to the warriors of Tulan.

  As a result, ten thousand years later, like countless powerful divine weapons, the real ‘locomotive’had long been lost.

  Even so, the Wildhammer family had integrated part of the technology of ‘locomotive’into the totem armor.

  It was only then that the bloody hoof clan, or perhaps the most powerful totem armor of the five great clans, ‘locomotive’, was forged.

  Ever since he was fifteen years old, during the coming of age ceremony, he had competed with a bloodthirsty and berserk “Bone shattering mammoth”and used his bone hammer and iron fist to forcefully shatter the opponent’s hardest skull……, brute Hammer had obtained this totem armor.

  After nearly twenty years of cultivation and battle, Brute Hammer had originally thought that he and the totem armor had already become one with each other and could unleash the strongest power of the “Locomotive”. It was this totem armor that had been passed down for over a thousand years……, the most perfect master.

  It was only at this moment, facing Night Demon’s hungry gaze, that man hammer was shocked to discover that his totem armor had actually wavered!

  “How could this be?”


  Man Hammer was dumbstruck as he looked at the field of vision. The cuneiform characters were jumping and flashing crazily.

  It was as if contradictory commands, as well as all sorts of unlocking and stripping of authority, were erupting at the same time.

  Originally, even if the totem warrior was seriously injured, the totem armor could still take over part of its master’s body, using liquid metal to repair the damaged blood vessels, bones, muscle fibers, and neural networks, and enter automatic combat mode……, to help its master escape from danger.

  However, when man hammer gave the order to “Help its master escape at all costs”to the totem armor, the options formed by the cuneiform characters in the field of vision all turned gray!

  It was as if his totem armor was deeply attracted by Night Demon’s strength and was about to give up on his “Sunken ship”!

  This was impossible. This kind of situation where the totem armor would collapse on its own would only happen in a battle where the strength of the enemy and the enemy were too far apart!

  Could it be that the gap between him and Night Demon was actually this big?

  Under man Hammer’s incredulous gaze, Night Demon raised his right arm high.

  The scimitar that extended from the end of his elbow turned back into liquid metal and slowly returned to the gauntlet.

  It then gushed out from his palm and formed five sharp lancet blades at the end of his five fingers.

  The five lancet blades fiercely stabbed at Wild Hammer’s breastplate.

  Following the cracks on the breastplate, they easily pierced into it like a butcher dismembering a cow.

  Man Hammer felt that he had been injected with a blood-colored venom.

  The venom was eroding the power that the ancestor spirit had given him inside the ‘locomotive’.

  The command that was formed by the cuneiform characters kept shining and turning into a dull gray. Then, it turned from a dull gray to a fragmented one. Finally, it disappeared one by one.

  “This is impossible, why is it like this!”


  Man Hammer whimpered in his heart, “This is the totem armor left to me by the ancestral spirit. The battle souls attached to this totem armor are the ancestors that are connected to my bloodline!

  “Why would the battle souls of the ancestors abandon their blood descendants and let this lowly rat people tarnish their honor!”


  Brute Hammer’s belief completely collapsed.

  At the same time, his ability to sense the outside world through the totem armor also collapsed.

  Originally, the totem armor was like the second layer of skin for the warriors of the clan. It seemed thick and heavy, but it did not affect them at all. It could even enhance the most subtle vision, the most acute hearing, and the most delicate touch.

  Now, when Night Demon’s five fingers pierced into brute Hammer’s chest, the large amount of information that the ‘locomotive’had collected from the outside world was ‘intercepted’in advance by the other party.

  As a result, man Hammer’s five senses were deprived one by one, making him feel like he was lying in an ice-cold iron coffin.

  In the end, a bone-piercing pain came from man Hammer’s chest.

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

  It was as if his bones were being pulled out of his body one by one.

  Under the bombardment of extreme pain, shame, and despair, the largest gladiator in Black Horn City, one of the four aces of the Bloody Skull Arena, the noble warrior with the blood of Glory, finally collapsed completely.

  Before he faced even greater humiliation, he was very lucky to fall into darkness.

  ——


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