Super Mothership

In the dark hangar, a figure covered in injuries walked in limpingly, and finally stopped in the center of the hangar, his tall body seemed to be trembling slightly.

"Damn it!" The figure suddenly roared and punched the steel pillar beside him.

"Bang!" Blood splashed, but Spartak didn't seem to feel the pain in his hand at all. His heart was full of anger and deep regret...

If he hadn't relented and agreed to Su La's hard pleas for a while, and let her follow him here as a squire, maybe all of this wouldn't have happened.

He hates himself for being weak and incompetent, and even more so for this damn hierarchy!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Spartak's face was ferocious, punch after punch, as if he wanted to vent all his anger on himself, completely ignoring the bone-deep injuries on his fist.

Behind him, the icy cyan mecha glowed dimly under the faint illumination of several indicator lights, quietly watching all this...

After a long time, Spartak collapsed weakly to the ground, laying on his back and gasping violently, tears streaming down his rough and cold face.

"Morsey, I swear, I will kill you... Sura, forgive me, forgive me..." Spartak was in a daze, his eyes were blank, and his mouth was muttering intermittently...

He originally thought that as long as he became a bronze warrior, he could change himself and the fate of the people around him, but the truth told him that everything had not changed much because of his own efforts, and he was still just an ant struggling at the bottom.

Spartak's eyes reflected the cold and hard lines of the bronze mecha, but the powerful steel body no longer gave him the slightest sense of security.

Even if I have it, I still can't protect the person I love the most...

"Oh? I feel the desire from the soul..." At this moment, an ethereal voice suddenly sounded in Spartak's mind, full of indescribable majesty.

"Huh?" Spartak was stunned for a moment. He looked around blankly, trying to find the source of the sound, but his eyes were still a little blank.

"So, do you want to understand the meaning of life? Want to have... real power?"

The voice sounded again, hitting the deepest desire in Spartak's heart!

"Who?! Who is pretending to be a ghost!" Spartak was startled,

Finally realizing that this was not his hallucinations, he dragged his scarred body to stand up and looked around vigilantly.

However, the next moment, a pair of red lights suddenly lit up in the darkness, causing Spartak to shrink his pupils.

The upper body of the cyan mecha is completely hidden in the darkness, like a beast opening its red eyes...

This... how is this possible? !

Spartak took two steps back in shock, looking up at the landline that he was extremely familiar with, but now somewhat unfamiliar with.

The mecha, which was supposed to be driven only by you, was strangely activated without any authorization? !

"Who are you?!" Cold sweat appeared on Spartak's forehead. He looked at his mecha vigilantly, and quietly touched his right hand to his waist.

He didn't act rashly. In such a small space, against the steel mecha with flesh and blood, even a golden warrior might not be spared.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that I have the strength you need to help you achieve your wishes," the voice replied.

Spartak was horrified. He concentrated this time, and finally found that the sound did not come into his ears by the vibration of the air at all, but really came directly from the bottom of his heart...

mind communication? !

A power that only existed in rumors came to Spartak's mind.

His hand had already touched the weapon he carried, but suddenly froze.

With this ability, no matter whether it is strength or status, it is not something that a low-level bronze warrior can fight against, let alone...

Thinking of the mysterious man's words just now, Spartak hoarsely said, "You mean...can you help me fulfill my wish?"

"Hahaha! I have accepted countless wishes, and the wish fulfillment rate so far is 100%! Customer satisfaction is 100%!"

This is absolutely true. The word of mouth of Captain Ghost's "Wishing Machine" is now an unbreakable five-star praise on Earth.

Of course, you will never find a negative review option in the after-sales service...

"So... can you help me rescue Sula?" A glimmer of hope appeared in Spartak's eyes, like a drowning man trying to grab the only driftwood in front of him.

"To be precise, I can give you enough power to realize your wishes, of course, provided you can pay enough."

"Sir, what do you want? As long as I have it, please take it! Even if it is my life, I will spare it!" Spartak said excitedly.

"Really? Life is precious, and love is even more expensive! I admire you, but what I want is not just your life... but also your soul! Hahaha..."

In the wanton laughter, the metal ground in front of Spartak suddenly changed!

Patterns like mercury appeared out of thin air, and began to spread rapidly, and finally outlined a strange and mysterious complex pattern, and then the silver pattern began to emit a dazzling light.

Just under Spartak's shocked gaze, a silver vortex appeared in the center of the pattern, and a long-handled hammer full of quaint and barbaric charm in red copper color slowly emerged from the pattern vortex inch by inch. !

If Rose was here, she would be very familiar with this scene...

And at this moment, the mechanical worm once again showed its unparalleled ability to act as a force!

Mechanical bug: "..."

"This... what is this?" Faced with this incredible scene, Spartak was obviously a bit Sparta.

If the previous mental communication is still within his understanding, then this scene completely subverts his already barren scientific outlook and world outlook.

Even the advanced technology of the Woolf civilization can't achieve such a magical scene, right?

"This is an artifact forged from the magical material elemental wrath in the world of Draenor, and passed down from generation to generation among the Blackrock orc clan." Big Fudge, who is already familiar with this matter, began to sell with a high-spirited aria... ah no , introduce another masterpiece of yourself!

"It is both the vanguard of the destruction of the enemy and the prophesied messenger of redemption and destruction!

It has been held by many legendary orcs since its forge, including the Horde's three warchiefs, Blackhand, Orgrim, and Thrall.

The legendary power of this Warhammer has brought destruction to countless creatures in Azeroth, and has led the orcs to usher in a new era.

According to the prophecy, it can not only lead the holder to victory, but also easily lead to the destruction of the world!

In countless epic chapters circulating around the world, people call it... Doomhammer! "

Mechanical bug: "..." (￣△￣;)