Mamaka made a hammer with one hand and smashed it into the ground.
The land with a radius of 100 meters was instantly shattered, and countless blood-burning rats died under the blow.
But the other blood-burning rats seemed not to have seen the tragic deaths of countless companions at all.
Without hesitation, they rushed towards the place where Mamaka was from all directions.
One after another, there is absolutely no end.
"Array!"
Another palm.
With every palm strike, tens of thousands of blood-burning rats died under Mamaka's hands.
Those dead blood-burning rats were as bloody as if they had been hit by a tamping machine.
Broken bones and blood dyed the land a layer of color.
A certain essence among them turned into wisps of blood and blended into the surrounding blood mist.
"Troublesome ability."
Mamaka naturally discovered this situation as well.
He has always been wary of the blood mist that has been lurking around and ready to move.
"Horn shield!"
A shield with a metallic luster appeared in Mamaka's hand.
"Array!"
The shield in his hand was raised high and lowered.
At this moment, the horn shield seemed to be magnified countless times.
Flying forward with unparalleled power.
All the blood-burning rats were blown away and crushed by the powerful force in mid-air.
The phantom of the horn shield flew into the distance until it disappeared into the increasingly dense blood mist.
The blood mist in that area was dispersed, but it quickly merged and occupied that area again.
An open space temporarily appeared under the feet, and in the blink of an eye, it was occupied by blood-burning rats who were not afraid of life and death.
Mamaka frowned slightly.
His attack, after being submerged in the blood mist, was like a huge boulder falling into the water.
Although the noise is huge, it will soon return to calm.
"Mamaka, please put me down, I can do it myself."
Suddenly, Froud, who had been held by Mamaka in his hand, raised his head, looked at Mamaka, and said loudly.
"No, there are too many blood-burning rats down here. With your half-baked fighting skills, you will be in danger. Just stay here."
Mamaka once again cleared the surrounding blood-burning rats, and at the same time rejected Froud's suggestion without thinking.
"No! Mamaka must be very distressed now, just like Tangtang at that time."
"I can't learn fighting skills, so I can only be used as a burden to you every time."
"But now I am different. With him here, I will be able to protect myself. Moreover, I am also working very hard to learn fighting skills."
Flood seems to be in a very bad mood now.
Obviously, he now remembered the scene when he was captured by Jack when he was with Tang Tang and the others.
At that time, Tang Tang and Luo Luo also fought hard.
But I couldn't do anything to help.
Now, it's like this again.
He could only let Mamaka slip away in his hands, watching Mamaka face the endless blood-burning rats, unable to do anything.
Whenever he thinks of these, the scepter in his hand will give Froud an inexplicable courage.
Let him have the confidence that he can protect himself, even if it is only to a small extent.
"These things can't do anything to me."
Mamaka still had no intention of putting Flood down.
This time he came here specifically to protect Flood. Moreover, how much ability Flood has, how could he not know?
Although the Fertigans are natural warriors, with their unique fighting skills, at least they will not become weak.
But, Floyd was different.
He seems to be an outlier among the Vortigern clan.
Whether it is physical fitness or the instinct for fighting, they are far inferior to other Vortigans.
Even the Vortigern fighting technique that others can easily learn, Froud has to put in a hundred times more energy than other Vortigans to learn it.
But by chance, the golden horns that had always been inherited from the king of the Vortigern clan chose him.
That means that in Froude, there is hope for the future of their Vortigern clan.
He possesses the power that allows the Vorticans to gain a foothold in this world, in addition to their physical strength and desire to fight.
In any case, Mamaka would not let Froud fall into that dangerous situation.
Even if this were not the case, as the current leader of the Vorticans, Mamaka would not let this little guy take the risk.
Let these people, who have already been burdened with sin, bear the responsibility for this kind of thing.
These little guys just need to live peacefully and happily, that's enough.
"No, no!"
"I am a warrior of the Vortigern clan. When encountering danger, there is never any reason to let my companions bear it alone."
Froude just shook his head.
It seems that because the Vortigern clan has the blood of warriors flowing through them, Froud became stubborn on this matter.
"I am very strong now!"
With a hint of stubbornness, Froude struggled wildly in Mamaka's hand.
"Fortigon Fighting Technique, speed!"
"Fortigon fighting skills, break!"
"Fotigang fighting skills, separated!"
"…………"
Froude continued to use the fighting skills he had learned so hard, trying to escape from Mamaka's big hand.
"You guy..."
Feeling the strength coming from her hands, Mamaka was startled.
Although no matter in terms of strength, speed or skill.
From Mamaka's perspective, Froud's attacks were as weak as a baby's.
However, from this, Mamaka felt a firm intention, which was a belief that she wanted to achieve this thing no matter what.
He once had this kind of belief, and it was an invincible belief.
But now, he also has it, but it is already different from before.
"In this case, don't let me down!"
After Mamaka was stunned, he smiled and put Froud down.
His body was already covered with a layer of silver-grey armor.
If coupled with a golden sword, it would be his most complete fighting form.
"Of course!"
Froud didn't even expect that he actually did it, but he immediately responded with joy.
In this way, Mamaka will be able to exert his original strength without worrying about it.
Seeing Mamaka showing off his power, Froud laughed from the bottom of his heart.
This kind of smile is something that no Vortigern person has ever had.
The gleam of light originally emitted by the scepter in his hand suddenly surged, illuminating the dark night.
The blood mist encountered this sudden burst of light and began to burn violently.
It's like an existence from ancient times, as if it's slowly waking up at this moment.
The blood-burning rats all over the ground seemed to have regained their fear at this moment, no longer rushing forward as before.