Explosion
"Mo Poor! What is it! Tell me what it is!" The old ghost's voice sounded from the headset.
But Mo Poor didn't have time to pay attention to it, and just threw the rifle in his hand at the nick of time.
"Clang!"
The automatic rifle was like a flying knife, hitting the big hammer flying in the air.
Sure enough, the sledgehammer directly smashed the rifle into a black long sword, which may be made of bullet materials, with dozens of fine button-shaped bronze decorations.
On the other hand, the hammer only gave a slight pause, and then continued to swing.
Could it be that this thing can beat all matter into a sword?
"What about the sword..." Mo Poor couldn't think too much, he could only fight.
In an instant, he squatted down suddenly, half of his body leaned back, and slightly distanced himself from the hammer that was coming towards his head.
At the same time, he pumped his right leg with all his strength, and volleyed backwards on the black sword forged from a rifle.
This kick was powerful and heavy, and the black sword was shot directly at the hammer at an extremely fast speed.
"Ding!"
The hammer was finally smashed, flew out in mid-air, passed Mo Poor and hit the ground a few meters away.
I saw that the area of the metal floor more than four meters exploded into swords, and the passage on the lower floor could be seen directly.
Mo Poor fell to the ground, his heart was beating violently, his whole body was hot, and he felt like he was walking on the verge of death just now.
No, it still is, because the hammer flew up again.
And, this time faster!
"Ding!"
Mo Poor got up quickly, rushed to the sword on the ground, grabbed one and threw it over.
There is no doubt that it is extremely accurate.
But... this time it was a frontal impact, the hammer just paused, retreated slightly, and continued to pounce.
Mo Poor didn't know if he could hold the sword and chop the hammer, so he could only step back on the ground while grabbing the sword and throwing it over.
If it wasn't for the great increase in his heart and lung capacity, his strength is much stronger than ordinary people at this moment, and he might not be able to stop the hammer.
But even so, this is a temporary solution, not the root cause. Generally speaking, the big hammer is still approaching him. Once he is hit by it, he is afraid that he will die.
"Hoo!" Suddenly, an unkempt shadow rushed over, bit a sword that bounced in mid-air, and slashed directly on the hammer.
It was Feitouman 202, and this guy flew back to help.
Obviously, it was the same as Mo Poor from a distance. It understood the hammer a little bit.
Its help is still useful, after all, this guy is stronger and faster than Mo Poor.
Mo Poor relies on absolute hits, so it doesn't matter that the flying sword is accurate, but the 202 is fast, throwing is not good, and it is always okay to bite the sword and chase the hammer.
With a clang, the hammer was pushed away a bit, and 202's teeth fell off, shattering into a bunch of sword-like objects.
It didn't turn into a sword in its entirety. I don't know if it's because of holding the sword to block it, or because 202 has some kind of defensive characteristics.
"Old ghost! It's a hammer! β-300!" Mo Poor finally regained his strength and shouted hastily.
When the old ghost heard this, he hurriedly said: "Don't touch it, it can forge everything into a sword!"
"I know, it can't forge a sword into a sword, so the sword can block and suppress it." Mo Poor said.
The old ghost said: "No, don't suppress it with the sword in your hand, even if you are only shocked by it through the sword, it will still be forged and smash you into a sword!"
"Unless someone can hold a sword and collide with a hammer without feeling the force of the shock."
Mo Poor immediately understood, no wonder 202 fought with the hammer with the sword in his mouth, but only his teeth were forged.
This is entirely because 202 is too strong, and the interaction force can only be felt by the teeth.
Just as he was thinking about it, there were a few jingles again, only to see that 202's chin was gone, half of his face turned into a sword and fell down, leaving only half of his head floating.
This time it couldn't hold the sword in its grip, so when it saw the hammer coming, it had to turn around and run away.
"I'll lure it around for a couple of laps, so quickly ask how to contain it!" 202 said, flying away with a whimper, trying to lure the hammer away.
If this guy hadn't run faster than anyone else before, Mo Poor almost thought that his persona was the Virgin.
But it obviously can't be the Holy Mother, because it can't 'die', 202 can't die, if it can die, it will be destroyed long ago, on the contrary, once it 'dies', it will be reborn back to the state of flying head man, and It's runaway. So no matter what it thinks it is, it cannot be destroyed, otherwise it is equivalent to refreshing.
Lanbai Society hopes that it will cherish its own life. It must have a strong desire to survive and be in awe. In order to facilitate the control, but also have a lot of kindness and spirit, and are willing to contribute when they can, it can be said to be quite complicated.
"It would be great if it could lure the hammer away..." Mo Poor frowned.
Mo Poor communicated quickly with the old ghost. If the Lanbai Society can contain it once, it will naturally have corresponding containment measures.
The old ghost told it that this hammer will not stick to one target, it will often change the target to strike, giving priority to nearby ones.
You can hit whoever you want, whether it is a person or a thing.
In other words, although it can forge anything, it doesn't necessarily hit the target. Its speed is equivalent to a normal person throwing a hammer forcefully, and the strength is also the same.
Its truly terrifying and absolute characteristics lie in its automatic flight and death upon touch.
"Ah! Be careful!" Xiao Feng suddenly yelled, pointing at the hammer.
Sure enough, 202 was extremely fast, and it flew far away with a swipe, but the hammer didn't chase after it, it drew an arc and swung towards the brown hair. It was impossible for 202 to lure it away by its speed. On the contrary, it could only Rely on speed to protect yourself.
202 also realized this, so he could only watch from a distance, his mouth was gone, and he couldn't help at the moment, so he just rushed over to give it away.
The brown-haired man was still staring at the painting dutifully, with a nervous expression but not taking his eyes off it.
When the hammer hit, he didn't move, and he didn't even know it.
"Squat down!" Mo Poor yelled, and the brown hair squatted down without even thinking about it, regardless of whether he told himself or not.
"Ding!" A flying sword slammed into the hammer quickly, and after a little relief, there was nothing he could do.
"Smash me!" The blond hair had finished eating at this moment, and he rushed over anxiously to save the brown hair, but it was too late.
At the critical moment, it was Mo Poor who flew up and kicked the blonde in the back.
The blond hair flew in the air, spanned more than two meters, and hit the big hammer with his head.
"Clang!"
The blond hair was jumped by the fish, and then the hammer flew off and fell to the ground.
He got up quickly, touched his head, it's all right!
"Nice! I'm fine!" the blond laughed.
"Only you can touch it! Send it into the 'Sword Prison' in the room, and it can be suppressed by strong magnetic force." Mo Poor shouted.
Communicate with the old ghost, he already knows how to contain the hammer, the so-called sword prison is a cage made of various special swords, mainly composed of six giant swords.
The specially made sword body stimulates a strong magnetic force after charging, which can firmly attract the hammer to it.
Under normal circumstances, the sword is the only thing that can touch the hammer without any problems, and the speed and strength of the hammer are not absolute, or even limited, but it seems that it will never stop.
Then using strong magnetic force, it can be suppressed so that it cannot fly around.
The power outage just now caused the magnetic force to weaken, and the hammer gradually broke free from the sword prison, breaking through a wall and flying out.
Touching it can be forged, which means that Mo Poor can't touch it at all, that would be tantamount to suicide.
The only person in the field who can hold a hammer without being forged into a sword is the blonde who can activate the "ten-second immortality".
"Da da da!"
Mo Poor raised his spare gun and fired at Blonde, because his time was running out.
The blond was stunned for a moment, nodded heavily and said: "Understood, I will suppress it!"
After being shot a few times, food finally exploded on the blond hair, which meant that he had another ten-second immunity period.
"Come on!" Blonde ate the chocolate whole, while pounced on the flying hammer.
"Dangdang!" The blond directly took it with his head, because he was about to stuff something into his mouth with both hands.
After hitting twice in a row, the hammer hit Xiao Feng again, as if he didn't want to hit the blond hair anymore.
Seeing this, the blond wondered what to do, stuffed all the remaining beef jerky into his mouth, freed his hand and rushed over.
I saw him grabbing the hammer and pulling it back with all his might.
The hammer fluttered in his hand, flying left and right, but it was still firmly held by the blond hands, unable to escape.
Countless sword-shaped airflow radiates out with the swing, it looks like the blonde is using a hammer to release the sword energy...
The blond hair was pulled by the hammer, staggered a few steps and couldn't stand still, directly smashed against the wall beside him, and immediately smashed out many swords.
"Hurry up! You don't have much time!" Mo Poor shouted, and together with Xiao Feng, quickly took out the backup generator to restore the magnetic force of the sword prison.
"Well... I know..." Blonde was still chewing beef jerky, grunted and stood firm, then dragged the flying hammer towards the room with eyes wide open.
I don’t know if it also has a temper. After two jerks of the hammer in other directions, it turned around suddenly, and hit the blond face with a returning hammer.
Immediately afterwards, he swung it up and smashed wildly at the blond head, once and for all, clanging.
Because the blond hair was holding the hammer tightly, it looked like he couldn't think about it, and swung the hammer to smash his own sky cap.
"clang clang clang clang clang..."
The blond walked into the room while hitting himself with a hammer, nothing happened at all, it was a dead end.
At this time, the power supply has been restored, and the surrounding area is brightly lit.
But time is running out, Mo Poor raised his gun and shouted: "No, you are too late, let go of it."
"Shet, almost!" The blonde had already arrived in front of the sword prison.
"Let go!" Mo Poor said, while counting in his heart, he shot directly at the blond hair in about nine seconds. Anyway, when the time comes, there will always be a bullet that can be triggered.
But the premise is that Blonde has to let go of the hammer, otherwise the bullet can't be triggered faster than the hammer that continues to be held in his hand.
Naturally, the blond didn't dare to be too greedy, and immediately let go of the hammer.
Facing the bullets fired by Mo Poor on his forehead, the blond spread his hands, but was startled, and saw that the hammer did not fly away automatically after he let go, as everyone expected, but spread out along his hand , as if stuck to it.
"What!" Mo Poor's eyes widened.
Immediately afterwards, I saw the food on the blond hair splashing and falling, and chocolate and beef jerky were scattered all over the ground in an instant...
Explosion
"Mo Poor! What is it! Tell me what it is!" The old ghost's voice sounded from the headset.
But Mo Poor didn't have time to pay attention to it, and just threw the rifle in his hand at the nick of time.
"Clang!"
The automatic rifle was like a flying knife, hitting the big hammer flying in the air.
Sure enough, the sledgehammer directly smashed the rifle into a black long sword, which may be made of bullet materials, with dozens of fine button-shaped bronze decorations.
On the other hand, the hammer only gave a slight pause, and then continued to swing.
Could it be that this thing can beat all matter into a sword?
"What about the sword..." Mo Poor couldn't think too much, he could only fight.
In an instant, he squatted down suddenly, half of his body leaned back, and slightly distanced himself from the hammer that was coming towards his head.
At the same time, he pumped his right leg with all his strength, and volleyed backwards on the black sword forged from a rifle.
This kick was powerful and heavy, and the black sword was shot directly at the hammer at an extremely fast speed.
"Ding!"
The hammer was finally smashed, flew out in mid-air, passed Mo Poor and hit the ground a few meters away.
I saw that the area of the metal floor more than four meters exploded into swords, and the passage on the lower floor could be seen directly.
Mo Poor fell to the ground, his heart was beating violently, his whole body was hot, and he felt like he was walking on the verge of death just now.
No, it still is, because the hammer flew up again.
And, this time faster!
"Ding!"
Mo Poor got up quickly, rushed to the sword on the ground, grabbed one and threw it over.
There is no doubt that it is extremely accurate.
But... this time it was a frontal impact, the hammer just paused, retreated slightly, and continued to pounce.
Mo Poor didn't know if he could hold the sword and chop the hammer, so he could only step back on the ground while grabbing the sword and throwing it over.
If it wasn't for the great increase in his heart and lung capacity, his strength is much stronger than ordinary people at this moment, and he might not be able to stop the hammer.
But even so, this is a temporary solution, not the root cause. Generally speaking, the big hammer is still approaching him. Once he is hit by it, he is afraid that he will die.
"Hoo!" Suddenly, an unkempt shadow rushed over, bit a sword that bounced in mid-air, and slashed directly on the hammer.
It was Feitouman 202, and this guy flew back to help.
Obviously, it was the same as Mo Poor from a distance. It understood the hammer a little bit.
Its help is still useful, after all, this guy is stronger and faster than Mo Poor.
Mo Poor relies on absolute hits, so it doesn't matter that the flying sword is accurate, but the 202 is fast, throwing is not good, and it is always okay to bite the sword and chase the hammer.
With a clang, the hammer was pushed away a bit, and 202's teeth fell off, shattering into a bunch of sword-like objects.
It didn't turn into a sword in its entirety. I don't know if it's because of holding the sword to block it, or because 202 has some kind of defensive characteristics.
"Old ghost! It's a hammer! β-300!" Mo Poor finally regained his strength and shouted hastily.
When the old ghost heard this, he hurriedly said: "Don't touch it, it can forge everything into a sword!"
"I know, it can't forge a sword into a sword, so the sword can block and suppress it." Mo Poor said.
The old ghost said: "No, don't suppress it with the sword in your hand, even if you are only shocked by it through the sword, it will still be forged and smash you into a sword!"
"Unless someone can hold a sword and collide with a hammer without feeling the force of the shock."
Mo Poor immediately understood, no wonder 202 fought with the hammer with the sword in his mouth, but only his teeth were forged.
This is entirely because 202 is too strong, and the interaction force can only be felt by the teeth.
Just as he was thinking about it, there were a few jingles again, only to see that 202's chin was gone, half of his face turned into a sword and fell down, leaving only half of his head floating.
This time it couldn't hold the sword in its grip, so when it saw the hammer coming, it had to turn around and run away.
"I'll lure it around for a couple of laps, so quickly ask how to contain it!" 202 said, flying away with a whimper, trying to lure the hammer away.
If this guy hadn't run faster than anyone else before, Mo Poor almost thought that his persona was the Virgin.
But it obviously can't be the Holy Mother, because it can't 'die', 202 can't die, if it can die, it will be destroyed long ago, on the contrary, once it 'dies', it will be reborn back to the state of flying head man, and It's runaway. So no matter what it thinks it is, it cannot be destroyed, otherwise it is equivalent to refreshing.
Lanbai Society hopes that it will cherish its own life. It must have a strong desire to survive and be in awe. In order to facilitate the control, but also have a lot of kindness and spirit, and are willing to contribute when they can, it can be said to be quite complicated.
"It would be great if it could lure the hammer away..." Mo Poor frowned.
Mo Poor communicated quickly with the old ghost. If the Lanbai Society can contain it once, it will naturally have corresponding containment measures.
The old ghost told it that this hammer will not stick to one target, it will often change the target to strike, giving priority to nearby ones.
You can hit whoever you want, whether it is a person or a thing.
In other words, although it can forge anything, it doesn't necessarily hit the target. Its speed is equivalent to a normal person throwing a hammer forcefully, and the strength is also the same.
Its truly terrifying and absolute characteristics lie in its automatic flight and death upon touch.
"Ah! Be careful!" Xiao Feng suddenly yelled, pointing at the hammer.
Sure enough, 202 was extremely fast, and it flew far away with a swipe, but the hammer didn't chase after it, it drew an arc and swung towards the brown hair. It was impossible for 202 to lure it away by its speed. On the contrary, it could only Rely on speed to protect yourself.
202 also realized this, so he could only watch from a distance, his mouth was gone, and he couldn't help at the moment, so he just rushed over to give it away.
The brown-haired man was still staring at the painting dutifully, with a nervous expression but not taking his eyes off it.
When the hammer hit, he didn't move, and he didn't even know it.
"Squat down!" Mo Poor yelled, and the brown hair squatted down without even thinking about it, regardless of whether he told himself or not.
"Ding!" A flying sword slammed into the hammer quickly, and after a little relief, there was nothing he could do.
"Smash me!" The blond hair had finished eating at this moment, and he rushed over anxiously to save the brown hair, but it was too late.
At the critical moment, it was Mo Poor who flew up and kicked the blonde in the back.
The blond hair flew in the air, spanned more than two meters, and hit the big hammer with his head.
"Clang!"
The blond hair was jumped by the fish, and then the hammer flew off and fell to the ground.
He got up quickly, touched his head, it's all right!
"Nice! I'm fine!" the blond laughed.
"Only you can touch it! Send it into the 'Sword Prison' in the room, and it can be suppressed by strong magnetic force." Mo Poor shouted.
Communicate with the old ghost, he already knows how to contain the hammer, the so-called sword prison is a cage made of various special swords, mainly composed of six giant swords.
The specially made sword body stimulates a strong magnetic force after charging, which can firmly attract the hammer to it.
Under normal circumstances, the sword is the only thing that can touch the hammer without any problems, and the speed and strength of the hammer are not absolute, or even limited, but it seems that it will never stop.
Then using strong magnetic force, it can be suppressed so that it cannot fly around.
The power outage just now caused the magnetic force to weaken, and the hammer gradually broke free from the sword prison, breaking through a wall and flying out.
Touching it can be forged, which means that Mo Poor can't touch it at all, that would be tantamount to suicide.
The only person in the field who can hold a hammer without being forged into a sword is the blonde who can activate the "ten-second immortality".
"Da da da!"
Mo Poor raised his spare gun and fired at Blonde, because his time was running out.
The blond was stunned for a moment, nodded heavily and said: "Understood, I will suppress it!"
After being shot a few times, food finally exploded on the blond hair, which meant that he had another ten-second immunity period.
"Come on!" Blonde ate the chocolate whole, while pounced on the flying hammer.
"Dangdang!" The blond directly took it with his head, because he was about to stuff something into his mouth with both hands.
After hitting twice in a row, the hammer hit Xiao Feng again, as if he didn't want to hit the blond hair anymore.
Seeing this, the blond wondered what to do, stuffed all the remaining beef jerky into his mouth, freed his hand and rushed over.
I saw him grabbing the hammer and pulling it back with all his might.
The hammer fluttered in his hand, flying left and right, but it was still firmly held by the blond hands, unable to escape.
Countless sword-shaped airflow radiates out with the swing, it looks like the blonde is using a hammer to release the sword energy...
The blond hair was pulled by the hammer, staggered a few steps and couldn't stand still, directly smashed against the wall beside him, and immediately smashed out many swords.
"Hurry up! You don't have much time!" Mo Poor shouted, and together with Xiao Feng, quickly took out the backup generator to restore the magnetic force of the sword prison.
"Well... I know..." Blonde was still chewing beef jerky, grunted and stood firm, then dragged the flying hammer towards the room with eyes wide open.
I don’t know if it also has a temper. After two jerks of the hammer in other directions, it turned around suddenly, and hit the blond face with a returning hammer.
Immediately afterwards, he swung it up and smashed wildly at the blond head, once and for all, clanging.
Because the blond hair was holding the hammer tightly, it looked like he couldn't think about it, and swung the hammer to smash his own sky cap.
"clang clang clang clang clang..."
The blond walked into the room while hitting himself with a hammer, nothing happened at all, it was a dead end.
At this time, the power supply has been restored, and the surrounding area is brightly lit.
But time is running out, Mo Poor raised his gun and shouted: "No, you are too late, let go of it."
"Shet, almost!" The blonde had already arrived in front of the sword prison.
"Let go!" Mo Poor said, while counting in his heart, he shot directly at the blond hair in about nine seconds. Anyway, when the time comes, there will always be a bullet that can be triggered.
But the premise is that Blonde has to let go of the hammer, otherwise the bullet can't be triggered faster than the hammer that continues to be held in his hand.
Naturally, the blond didn't dare to be too greedy, and immediately let go of the hammer.
Facing the bullets fired by Mo Poor on his forehead, the blond spread his hands, but was startled, and saw that the hammer did not fly away automatically after he let go, as everyone expected, but spread out along his hand , as if stuck to it.
"What!" Mo Poor's eyes widened.
Immediately afterwards, I saw the food on the blond hair splashing and falling, and chocolate and beef jerky were scattered all over the ground in an instant...
