"This flamethrower is powerful, I want it, go back to Jessica and go to my side for a while, and find a way to get the humans to make a flamethrower production line too. Martin said.

"You...... Jessica is obviously my man!" Karna was a little emotional!

Martin reached in through the gap in his skirt and slapped Karna's buttocks, causing the empress to let out an exclamation, and then pulled both the empress and the metal master into his arms.

Now that you and Jessica are my women, of course I treat each one of you fairly. Isn't it just with me for a while! After the production line is completed, how can you lose your share of the finished product in the future?"

"You...... I ......" Karna tried to argue, but found that she couldn't find a reason.

The Lopez family's territory is indeed home to the largest artillery factory in the empire. But they can't get busy building munitions. It was too much to build a new production line. In addition, this flamethrower must first be transformed, developed, and verified before it can be mass-produced, and the Lopez family really doesn't have that room for that.

"Okay, Jessica remember to pay me back!" Karna seemed puffed up.

"Don't give it back! Jessica is not your property! You and Jessica belong to me, I should say!" Martin's eyes burned, and his aggressive gaze made Karna unbearable.

If it weren't for what happened last night, it would have been good if Martin was staring at her, and Karna suddenly felt that the deoxyribose knight who had entered Karna City last night was still doing bad......

Karna, who had never been cowardly, gave in rarely, she turned her head and gritted her teeth unwillingly: "You...... You bastard!"

Watching Martin treat her best friend and master, Jessica found it a little funny.

After making sure that there was not a single living nezumi or Chaos warrior standing on the battlefield, the desert people finally waited for Martin, who seemed to be the emperor.

If they hadn't witnessed it with their own eyes, they really couldn't believe that such a man and three women had completely wiped out an army of nearly 10,000 rats.

No one commanded, and when the glittering and brilliant Vimana hung in front of them, all bowed deeply.

The bearded general who led the lead, covered in black blood of the nezumi and whose armor had been cut off in many places, hit his left breastplate with a single fist, bowed a standard ninety degrees, and said loudly: "Leader of the Estaril Regiment, Mutu Di Malrus, leads his subordinates and the coalition composed of several mercenary groups, see ...... Divine Messenger!"

This person named Mutu obviously doesn't know what to call Martin, wearing a high hat and calling high, it's right.

After all, Martin's method has long surpassed the imagination of mortals.

Martin's golden armor, exuding supreme majesty, coupled with the glorious achievements of slaughtering hosts, shocked these mortals very much.

Martin didn't speak, and it would be a shame if it wasn't an equal object.

Quasi-demigods must have the compulsion of quasi-demigods.

Jessica, the metal ** master next to her, raised her hand, and it was a continuous golden staircase that stretched from the side of the Vimona ship to the ground. She slowly descended the stairs with small steps in the style of a court, and gracefully raised her hand to make an introductory gesture.

"Monsieur Malrus, before you is His Excellency Martin Lorraine, who is about to become the new master of Melmitya, the goddess of war and civilization! With that, she threw a Melmitia emblem in Jessica's hand.

The badge full of divine aura was thrown halfway and hovered in the air.

Then the image of the goddess Melmitya, the most well-known image of the people of the south, the goddess of battle holding a sword in her left hand and a torch symbolizing the light of civilization in her right hand appeared.

"Martin Lorraine, who holds my emblem, acts as a representation of my final will, and what I possess is his own, to whom my followers must bow down......"

Melmitia doesn't call Martin 'the master' in the announcement, because there are a lot of follow-up things involved, but her attitude and trends can be felt by everyone.

And the games and agreements between the gods and spirits are not something that mortals can interfere with.

All these desert mercenaries need to know is that the goddess Melmitia has not fallen, and that above her is the mysterious Martin Lorraine.

Without hesitation at all, one by one, each of the desert people knelt down on their knees and bowed down to them, and the bearded leader who took the lead was so frightened that he knelt down on the spot and confessed in a prostrate manner.

"Meet Martin Lorraine, we're blind. Please forgive your sins—"

A cold aura swept through Martin's body, and the air around him either moved forward and was squeezed into a cyclone-like air mass. As long as Martin wanted to, this air mass alone would be extremely lethal.

I only heard the loud sound of "ho ho ho" like a desert storm, and the air currents that had been scattered by the impact had already surged to both sides, blowing away the corpses of the ratmen that were still on the ground nearby, along with the black blood-stained sand.

"God spares our lives!"

"At least spare our women and children......"

The group of desert warriors below were all crying.

God is merciful, and He can save you from fire and water when you are in trouble.

God is majestic, and He will punish mortals with terrible punishment for blaspheming Himself.

No one knows where this Martin Lorraine came from, but the awe for him will definitely not diminish in the slightest. After all, this is a terrifying god-killing god who has just slaughtered an army of nearly 10,000 rat people!

Martin slowly descended from Vimona down the golden staircase that Jessica had temporarily transformed. He knew that this golden ladder was only temporary, but it was good to be cool at this moment.

Martin's face was raised forty-five degrees to the sky, with the right amount of pride: "It's okay, I just hate dirty." ”

Poof! The desert people are scared to death. You even say you just hate dirty!?

Well, God's mind is beyond the reach of mortals.

With his hands on his chest, Martin let the desert wind blow the red mantle behind him high and hunt sound. He lowered his head slightly, glancing out of his eyes at Mutu who was prostrate on the ground.

"You ...... Not a Melmitian follower, right?"

The bearded leader is a spirit, and his mind is very flexible: "We are unbelievers, but from today we will worship Martin Lorraine, the great god who saved our lives!"

That's a good idea!

Martin turned on the system prompt, and the system told him that at this moment just now, a new weak spiritual power caught up with the system. If you follow the practice of accumulating enough spiritual power in this world to become a god, this should be a new believer.

Martin smiled: "Shallow believers? Forget it, it's not bad." You are lonely, the young lady warms you with a movie