The black-clothed robot general looked like a human, but he was dressed as an ancient warrior, his chest, abdomen and limbs were covered by dark armor, and the top of his head was also wrapped in a pair of armor, revealing bronze cheeks, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, hanging nose and wide mouth, and his appearance was extremely demonic.

Mordin noticed that on top of the armor on his chest, a strange galaxy pattern was depicted, which seemed to mark the origin of the star field to which the robot warlord belonged.

"Ben will be from the Ernok system, number β1300!" said the black-clothed warrior with his thumb pointing to the star map on his chest, "I heard the high priest say that you have never been defeated in the battle against robots, and I am here to fight you today!"

"What a strange name!" said Mordin, who neither denied nor acknowledged the words of the High Priest, but remained silent.

"Ben wants to make a bet with you, would you be interested in hearing it?"

"Would you like to hear about it!" Mordin asked coldly.

"It's very simple, if you lose, I don't want the lives of you and the 20,000 people behind you, I just ask you to follow me back to the base to cooperate with my investigation. The robot warlord pointed to the mountain behind Mordin.

Mordin frowned.

"Did you want me to go with you to that big mussel shell and be studied by you like those dinosaurs?" he mocked, pointing to the battleship behind the robot.

"Big clam shell, you're humorous!" the man in black seemed to smile a little, "How did you know we were studying dinosaurs? Could it be that the High Priest told you?" he asked in surprise.

"No comment!" Mordin didn't have the courage to say that he had broken into the big mussel shell, and although this battle was inevitable, he was vaguely afraid of entering the strange warship again.

The robot warlord in front of him gave him a strong sense of oppression, unlike all the robots he had ever seen, this robot warlord was obviously of a very high level, so much so that he was likely to be on the same level as the high priest.

"Now you have no choice, between your personal life and the lives of 20,000 compatriots, you can only follow me!" said the black-clad warrior β130 again.

"You haven't fought yet, how do you know you're going to win?" Mordin scoffed.

"To dispel your unrealistic illusions, I'll show you the power I have!" the robot warlord stretched out his left hand and pointed above Mordin, "You're good!"

His fingers were cocked, and a blinding arc of lightning suddenly erupted from his fingertips, and then, like a bolt of lightning, passed over Mordin's head and headed straight for the tall volcano behind him.

"Zila...... Boom!" The summit of the volcano was struck by this lightning, and a piece of the summit of the mountain was instantly cut off, where thick smoke billowed and dust rose from the top of the mountain, rising into the sky like a real volcanic eruption, turning into a huge mushroom cloud.

More than 50 meters above the top of the volcano, it was instantly wiped out by his finger!

Mordin's heart suddenly "thumped!", the strength of the robot warrior in front of him was too strong!

Due to the loosening of the seal, the first layer of the seal has been unlocked, and the human race will have to face such a powerful opponent from now on, I'm afraid that even his own master, if he doesn't use the Heavenly Void Sword, it will be difficult to compete with them, right?

"Are they showing off their strength and forcing Master to use the Heavenly Void Sword so that the seal can continue to be unsealed so that their strength can be completely restored?"

"I haven't fought before, how do you know the result?" Mordin's fighting intent slowly rose from the bottom of his heart, he raised his hands, ready to hold the Void Self Sword in his hand, "Even if you are the god who can dominate this planet, I will fight with you!"

Worry, fear, fear, there is no use, only the sword in his hand can represent his true will at this time!

"If you want to fight, then come!" He was full of blood, and in the face of a strong enemy, he was full of pride, and a force erupted from the bottom of his heart, gathering in his hands, as if he could lift the entire universe!

There is no choice but to fight!

At this moment, something suddenly flew out of the volcano that had just been bombed, and it fell into Mordin's hands with great speed.

"Void Self Sword?"

The sword is transparent, and a phoenix bird with wings on the hilt of the sword is about to fly, which looks high-spirited!

It turned out that Shui Qingdao saw the current enemy, and specially sent the Void Sword out and handed it to Mo Ding's hand, hoping that with the help of this sword, he could cheer for Mo Ding!

"Hmph...... The mayfly shakes the tree, how can the light of the fireflies compete with the sun and the moon!" The machine warlord sneered, only to see that his body did not shake much, but he had already approached Mordin's face in an instant, and then, with his right hand lightly waved downward, a sword appeared in his palm, and with unrivaled momentum, it slashed at the top of Mordin's head!

The moment this sword was used, Mordin immediately felt an unprecedented oppression, no matter where he dodged, he didn't have time to dodge this seemingly light sword, because, the surrounding space has been sealed, his 10 small swords have lost their teleportation attack ability, his spatial enchantment cannot be cast, and his spatial leap is completely restrained, and he now, he has no choice but to fight against this sword!

"Then come on!" Mo Ding tightly grasped the hilt of the Void Self Sword, his feet were stretched, all the strength of his body was concentrated in his hands, the Void Sword in his hand seemed to be tens of millions of catties, the speed seemed to be slow and fast, and he swung the Void Sword up against the sword!

"Bang ......!" the two swords struck each other, as if a thunderstorm exploded on the flat ground, and the dazzling lightning made the scorching sun in the sky dim, and the square was like a violent tornado, and the sand and gravel dust swept through the air and swept away.

When the dust finally cleared, people were amazed to see the sword holding his sword and standing still, while the machine warrior stepped back 10 meters!

"Was the elder killed on the spot?" someone asked.

"No, he wasn't split in two by the robot, was he?"

"Then why didn't he move?" asked another.

"Huh, the elder seems to be a little shorter!" Suddenly, a cadet non-commissioned officer discovered the secret.

"Oops! The elder's legs are trapped in the slate!"

In the square, not only was the ground paved with stone slabs standing under him blown open a deep pit, but his legs were also firmly stuck by the rocks under his feet, because, due to the huge impact just now, his legs were sunk into the rocks up to his knees!

What a punch!

Although the volcanic rock on the island is not as hard as granite, it is also a rock after all, which can make his legs sink so deeply, without the strength of hundreds of kilotons, how can it be done?

Mordin's body was as stiff as if he had been struck by lightning, as if every bone had been shattered, and he could no longer take back his sword hold, let alone pull his legs out of the rock.

The machine warlord seemed surprised that Mordin could take his sword. Don't look at the blow he just now, it seems a little light, in fact, he has already used at least 30% of his strength, but in his opinion, this organism composed of inorganic bones can actually catch the thunderous blow, which is already very unexpected!

"Human!" he said in a dull voice, "where do you have the strength to catch my sword?"

Tens of millions of years ago, the Tyrannosaurus rex that was rampaging across this continent couldn't withstand his punches, and often the bones of his whole body were shattered by him, and how could this small human boy have such a huge power in his body?

"I'm born with divine powers!" Mordin's face turned pale as a blank sheet of paper, and he barely managed to squeeze out a smile.

"Hmph, although you caught this sword of mine, which was beyond my expectations, but, do you still have the strength to fight again?" The machine warrior stretched out his hand, and Mordin's feet exploded with a bang, and a large crater was blown out, and Mordin was thrown high into the air without a shockwave, like a kite with a broken string sliding with the wind, and then fell heavily to the ground, motionless!

"Oh no. The elder is going to be killed by that robot!" I don't know who shouted.

"Woo......" Some timid female students suddenly cried.

"Shut up, all of you! How can my master lose!" Ah Zi shouted angrily, "Master, hurry up, you won't lose, you will definitely be able to defeat the robot!" She looked at Mordine with great eagerness, and tears couldn't help but flow out of her eyes.

"Don't worry, Ah Zi, Mordin is a famous Xiao Qiang who can't be killed!" Adrey walked over and patted Ah Zi on the shoulder, pretending to be relaxed and comforting.

"Brother Mo, you won't lose, you can't lose, Sister Hong must be right, you are our king, you will definitely lead us to defeat this group of invading bandits!"

Mordin moved his fingers, and one finger could move!

Then, he squinted his eyes, and a warm current suddenly spread throughout his body, and his tiger body shook, his whole body became active, and he slowly got up from the ground again.

This warm current that rejuvenated his whole body was emanating from his primordial spirit, and its source came from the void body of the void sword in the primordial spirit, and countless sword qi was gushing out, forming an invisible aura, instantly restoring his body's strength.

This was an unprecedented strange phenomenon, and he should not know what it meant for the Void Self Sword to suddenly burst out with such a fountain of power when his strength was exhausted, but he could immediately be sure that he had the strength to fight again.

He stood there, like a withered leaf in the cold wind, shivering, it was his body, spasms caused by excessive weakness, but the hands holding the Void Self Sword were extremely stable, because an invisible aura held the sword, and that aura was constantly coming from the hilt of the sword, making his body in a rapid recovery.

"You didn't defeat me, and besides, you won't have a chance again!" Mordin said in a firm tone as he looked at the shocked Beta130 robot warlord 10 meters away, "You should take your high priest's word for it." ”