Chapter 2844 - 948: Distribution of Spoils? Tch, Boring—Since Ancient Times, Divine Artifacts Belong Only to the Strong!

Chapter 2844: Chapter 948: Distribution of Spoils? Tch, Boring—Since Ancient Times, Divine Artifacts Belong Only to the Strong!

Hu Fu clearly knows more.

As he followed Qiuchote over there, he explained:

"That’s Lord Morphy handing over his gift to the God Slayers—a Servant God Armament granted by the Creator."

"Ah, it’s the ’Earth Fighter’ Armor!"

Qiuchote saw the damaged power armor placed in front of the bonfire and exclaimed:

"Is there also an ’Earth Fighter’ legacy here? Such Earth Fighter Armor is also a very rare weapon in the Aztec! Of course, it’s still not as good as the equipment of my father’s ’Sky Warriors’ squad."

"Sky Warriors?"

Hu Fu said in astonishment:

"So, is that a type of power armor that can fly in the air? Are there many such power armors in your kingdom?"

"Not many, these weapons are the most prized creations of the Craftsman God. My ancestors put in great effort to search throughout the land and only found a hundred suits of armor that can still be used."

Qiuchote said regretfully:

"It’s said that many relics of the Craftsman God were destroyed in the calamity when the old world collapsed a thousand years ago. This is also why I wish to visit the Sanghai Empire to learn from them. If all these damaged armaments can be repaired, my father could form three more squads."

"Uh..."

Hu Fu was stunned, he blinked and asked softly:

"So, how is your father’s squad organized?"

"Two hundred people per squad."

Qiuchote looked back at him and said curiously:

"Why? Is that a lot?"

"Nothing, I was just asking casually."

The Crown Prince smiled awkwardly.

Behind him, General Bopal was already shocked. If Princess Qiuchote wasn’t boasting, then the Aztec Kingdom had at least over six hundred damaged power armors that couldn’t be used!

Damn!

What kind of extraterritorial hegemony is this?

It’s known that the Sanghai People spent a thousand years searching the Creator’s relics everywhere, striving to collect the armaments left by the Creator, and the Pharaoh King could only barely move a hundred Servant God Armaments now, and there’s still the unresolved energy problem that’s been troubling the Empire for years.

It seems the Empire needs to reassess the strength of the Aztec Kingdom.

The thoughts of the bigwigs don’t need much elaboration. On the player side, when they heard Sir Morphy personally promise that this power armor obtained from the battlefield would be given as a "hidden reward" to the God Slayers, everyone was practically going crazy.

The Great Shark, who initially asked Morphy when he could get a power armor to play with, was now in shock. He had just casually asked at that time, and Sir Morphy said to get back the skull of The Master of Hunting in exchange.

He thought it was just a joke.

Unexpectedly, Sir Morphy actually gave it.

Wow!

This is the dignity a main storyline NPC should have!

This is the level of generosity and unmatched style they imagined Sir Morphy to have. What Crown Prince of Sanghai or Lord Paryen, don’t contact me anymore, we’re not really familiar, mainly for fear that the generous Sir Morphy might misunderstand.

"But this power armor is damaged."

Little Wei Ming flew over and used Item Identification to examine it, then turned to others and said:

"Besides, it shows as a task item, and upon obtaining it, it can trigger a special task ’Immortality in the Yellow Sand’. It’s marked as an epic quest chain, and I guess it’s probably a repair task?

We can’t use it directly upon acquisition; we need to spend time and effort to repair it before we can possibly deploy it on the battlefield. But given its grade and destructive power, repairing it is definitely an astronomical number."

"Still worth it! No matter how much it costs, it’s worth it! Bankrupting oneself is still worth it."

Old Qin, looking at the power armor that, although damaged, still stood like a Giant Spirit God in front of the bonfire, his eyes sparkled.

The old man seemed to have already seen the scene of hundreds of soldiers wearing this thing and charging through reality. The veterans and staff around him were also equally excited.

This thing was the weapon that Lord Morphy defeated using power armor, in other words, it is completely battle-ready and could cause terrifying destruction, already a mature design verified by technology and battlefield trials.

Speaking of which, submit the blueprint and technical parameters of this thing back, at least get a collective first-class merit, right?

"Right, it’s worth sacrificing everything for this."

Brother Meow in front of the bonfire was staring at this crimson armament with an infatuated gaze, moving his fingers, he said:

"So, now, only one last question remains to be solved."

"Whose will it be?"

Stick Brother looked around at the God Slayers.

Everyone’s eyes were shining with the same light, he hesitated for a moment, then proactively broke the ice and asked:

"This thing is good but there’s only one, yet the God Slayers are two hundred people, so how should we allocate it?"

"How about this."

Because Little Brother Fu, who was overly delighted about Big Black’s recovery, stepped out, raised his bubble water and coughed a few times, and said:

"To avoid hurting brotherly harmony, I suggest we use RMB to..."

"Shut up, you!"

Before the words were finished, Lumi hit Little Brother Fu’s head with half-eaten buns from not far away. Everyone knows what this guy was thinking, but the issue is, other things could be sold, but this item couldn’t be sold!

"Exactly, exactly, if you want to show off your cash power, you better back off!"

At this moment, Boss Huo passionately slapped his chest and said:

"Brothers, just name a price."

"Go, go, how can such a treasure be measured by something as vulgar as money?"

The Great Shark was the first dissatisfied to jump out, shouting:

"This is not full of martial virtue at all, besides, you’re a commercial player, what do you need this for? Display it in your casino for others to admire?"

"I could easily smash you wearing this, Great Shark!"

Old Huo cursed loudly:

"Though I’m a commercial player, I still have a heart of becoming a strong one!"

"But if you’re using it to show off, how can you deserve the name of a strong warrior? I haven’t seen your domineering yet, Old Huo!"

The Great Shark stood in an unreasonable manner, blocking the power armor, screamed in the rising flames:

"Brothers, treasures have traditionally been fitting only for the strong, such things, no matter how they are distributed, will leave someone dissatisfied. To avoid hurting everyone’s harmony, why don’t we let our strength speak? Right here, right now tonight!

Under the watchful eyes of the Maginot Line and the warriors, let’s start a hundred-person chaos exercise!

Don’t say anyone’s bullying anyone, all God Slayers practice here! The one that can stand to the last in such a melee deserves this mighty treasure!

What do you all say?"

"Yes, I raise both hands in support! Eating meat and drinking wine is too unfitting for the Transia People’s way of celebrating victory, let’s decide the treasure ownership in the way this land loves most, come on! Let’s get rowdy!"