"Come and help me, for Nuala's sake, I can even let you enjoy the same rights as the elves."

For what Prince Nuada said, Mawson would not believe a word.

Although the prince has formed a huge advantage, his physical fitness is still a little weaker than Mawson.

In addition, Mawson is not the kind of rookie who has no fighting experience, although he is fully suppressed, he cannot be taken down in a while.

"No promise?"

"If you don't promise me, then you will die!" Prince Nuada was annoyed and angry, and the spear in his hand seemed to come to life, spitting and a little cold.

Mawson concentrated, fending off the prince's attack, but hesitated in his heart whether he should turn on the limit burst.

Strength and skill have always been at the heart of martial arts, and the question of which is more important between the two has been debated.

Of course, it is best to be able to go hand in hand, but limited time and energy, it is often difficult for many people to develop together.

Take the Hulk, the force value of the future Avengers, as an example, it is a typical representative of the extreme strength.

Behind Mawson, the battle was also in a stalemate, with Wink and Barnes fighting inextricably, and the rest of the agents barely remained undefeated under the siege of many elves.

Although the cold gun in the dark occasionally takes away the life of an elf, as time goes by, the chances of snipers in the distance are getting less and less.

Mo Sen no longer hesitated, and the cold glint in his eyes opened the limit explosion.

He decided that if he couldn't solve Prince Nuada in a short time, then he would lead everyone to break out before the extreme burst state subsided.

This is the first time that his physical fitness has exceeded 6.0 in the end, and this time the feeling is very different from the past.

Although the energy output from the biological battery increased suddenly, it did not put too much burden on the body, and Mawson even felt a little more comfortable.

He felt it, the increase value was not high, but it could reach about 7.0, but after another increase, his strength took a big leap, and finally formed a physical suppression of Prince Nuada!

"Bang!"

For the first time since the two fought, Mawson grabbed the spear in Prince Nuada's hand.

Prince Nuada used a technique of removing his gun, twisting his hands and spinning the weapon in his hand at a rapid pace.

A technique that could be tried and tested, but this time it didn't work, and the spear seemed to have roots, and was held in the palm of Mawson's hand.

"Got you!"

Mawson laughed wildly, took a half step forward with his body, twisted around and smashed it with a punch!

"It can't be! How could an ordinary human be able to reach such a level of strength?" Nuada screamed.

He didn't let go of the spear in his hand, but burst out with the strength of his whole body, and pulled hard, and with all his strength, Mawson's body inevitably shook, and his fist clenched Nuada's cheek and fell into the air.

Mawson reacted quickly, and when he saw that the punch did not hit, he immediately let go of the spear in his hand and threw himself at Nuada.

One inch long, one inch strong, one inch short and one inch dangerous.

The distance between the two was only half a body, and Nuada wanted to shorten the weapon at this time, but it was too late, so he could only hold the gun and try to block the momentum of Mawson's forward pounce.

At this time, Mo Sen was obviously close at hand, but instead of throwing a fist to attack, he reached out and tapped it on his belt.

In Nuada's astonished gaze, a tongue of fire erupted from his belt, striking His Royal Highness the Prince, who was caught off guard.

Immediately afterwards, Mawson's whole body burned, and he took advantage of the moment when the prince was stunned to pick up the spear in front of him, and waved his arm to hold the prince in his arms!

I don't know what material the combat suit on Mawson's body is made of, and when he sees the fire, the fire envelops the two of them, and the heat wave formed even forces everyone who is fighting in the distance to stop.

At first, Nuada tried to resist a few times, but Mawson's strength was terrifying, and the flames scorched his hair and cooked his skin, and he soon let out a scream and trembled violently.

Mawson knew that such a fire, unless it burned long enough, would not kill Prince Nuada in a short time.

At this time, Nuada, who was burned by pain, was full of flaws, and Mawson naturally would not let go of this opportunity, and he punched like lightning and frantically hammered the vital parts of the prince's body.

The sharp blade on the fist glove popped out, tearing through the armor on the prince's body and stabbing it deeply!

"Puff puff!"

The charred flesh and hideous wounds, just one careless move, the prince was beaten to a near-death state by Mawson!

At this time, the flames on Mawson's body were still burning, but except for the damage to his clothes, his whole body looked unscathed.

In the firelight, everyone seemed to see a demon with two horns rising from the head.

"Whew!"

Mawson slashed Prince Nuada's throat and watched without saying a word as he bled dry.

Seeing the death of the prince, Venk attacked like crazy, even ignoring his own defenses.

"Please don't kill me!"

"I surrender! I am willing to continue to follow Princess Nuala! Alanya was well aware of Mawson's horror and took the initiative to drop his weapon.

Under his leadership, the other elves also gave up their resistance, leaving only Wenk alone to resist stubbornly.

Without saying a word, Mawson picked up a well-preserved submachine gun from the ground, jumped onto his back with a lunge that followed Wenk's vision, put the gun against the back of his head, and pulled the trigger.

"Tubu!"

Blood splattered, his neck was pierced, and his brains were mixed with blood and smeared the ground.

He walked over to the corpse of Prince Nuada and pulled out the last fragment of the crown from his body.

Putting the three pieces together, something wonderful happened.

The original cold metal fragments were like living creatures, and the surface was full of brilliance, and the three fragments spontaneously combined to form a golden crown.

Mawson put the crown on his head, and in the dark, he felt 4,900 breaths of life.

"Revive, Golden Army!"

"Click!"

"Whew!"

There was a continuous sound of metal crashing in the darkness.

Cracks cracked in the metal dome near the central platform, and a blinding red light flashed, and the Golden Army, which had been dormant for thousands of years, awoke once again.

A three-meter-tall steel monster crawled out of the darkness and approached the central platform step by step.

Through the cracks in their bodies, Mawson could see the heart-beating flame in their bodies.

It is this mysterious substance that gives them energy and holds the metal together in their bodies.

"Owner of the Betsmola Crown, the Golden Legion awaits you!"

A cold, emotionless mechanical voice came from his head, and Mawson smiled, turning to point at Alanya and the others who were standing aside.

"Kill them all!"