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Inside the stadium, Hawthorne's gaze slowly fell upon Lucifer.

"Humans...."

"It's been a long time."

After the game of fate summoned him, Hawthorne understood the current situation and the mission he had to complete.

That is to achieve victory for the empire at all costs.

The Protoss world was a world destroyed in war, which is why their history was recorded by the Game of Fate.

Now, the game of fate has given them a chance to win the revival match.

The Red Moon Tournament, and the subsequent Civilization War.

The Red Moon Tournament is just an appetizer, but even as an appetizer, both sides will fight tooth and nail for it in order to gain a greater strategic advantage.

"Come on, let me see what kind of power the humans of your world possess."

Hawthorne ripped off his cloak, revealing his heavy black iron armor and a giant axe on his back.

"You talk too much nonsense."

Lucifer snorted coldly, charged forward decisively, and threw a punch at his opponent.

Hawthorne raised his hand to block, but was knocked back several meters with a "thump thump thump" sound. He was immediately shocked by the terrifying power of the Martian Armor.

"Has human technology in this world reached this level?"

In their world, human technology is still at the level of magical enchanting, and most of the time, witchers have to rely on the power of relics to fight against them.

But the humans of this world actually managed to create armor that was comparable to their own by their own efforts.

incredible....

The two sides quickly clashed, and Mo Lan watched in amazement, as the Martian Armor's combat power was even greater than he had imagined.

I'm itching to play around with that key.

Soon, Hawthorne, who was fighting below, became serious, took off the giant axe from his back, and created streaks of flame as he swung it.

Although both are fire-elemental, their power origins are completely different.

The flames used by the Martian Armor are actually terrifying heat emanating from Martian particles from the inside out, making every punch a solid hit.

Hawthorne's flames are more like magic, originating from his master, "Heavenly Fire Ancestor".

Mo Lan watched the battle from the sidelines, arms crossed, then suddenly shook her head:

"If Lucifer can't finish off Hawthorne in the next minute, he's doomed."

"Gah? Why?" The raven king on his shoulder didn't understand.

Mo Lan replied:

"Because the executioner has already gotten into the swing of things."

Just as Mo Lan had predicted, the battle with Lucifer continued to escalate.

The dormant progenitor virus within Hawthorne's body has begun to become highly active, growing stronger with each battle.

Lucifer's Martian armor had a three-minute time limit, and his danger level was not overwhelming.

He only has one chance to unleash his ultimate move to decide the outcome.

Clearly, Lucifer himself realized this.

Therefore, he made a decision: to put the Martian armor into a state of extreme overload during combat.

The Martian Armor's "Fiery Remains" ability allows him to store damage taken in battle.

This storage capacity is not unlimited; once the accumulated damage exceeds a critical threshold, the user's body will become overloaded.

However, as the first user of the Martian Armor, Lucifer secretly developed a self-destruction tactic after gradually becoming familiar with this feature.

He conducted his first tactical experiment with Li Xuanye, but unfortunately it was unsuccessful; he failed to seize the right moment for the "self-destruction."

But now, he felt the time was right.

Damn, I'm getting into it!

I exploded at him!

"The sacred script of blood, fire."

Hawthorne was unaware of Lucifer's thoughts. He only noticed that Lucifer's movements slowed down, so he raised his giant axe and swung it with all his might.

"Bang!"

The giant axe struck Lucifer's arm squarely.

After a brief delay, a crack appeared in the armor on Lucifer's wrist, but he did not back down in the slightest.

Raise your right hand, clench it into a fist, and punch it out!

"Ultimate Move: Daytime Heat Death!"

With this punch, Lucifer unleashed all the attacks he had stored up during the battle, along with the ever-boiling heat inside his Martian armor!

The blinding white explosion momentarily blinded all the onlookers.

The aftershocks lasted for at least ten seconds.

"Ta-da!"

After the dust settled, Hawthorne staggered back a few steps.

The black armor on Fa's body, along with his body, was blasted in half by this punch.

Unfortunately, this punch did not kill Hawthorne completely.

Lucifer, on the other hand, had already withdrawn from his transformed state, and could no longer squeeze out a single trace of spiritual power from his body.

"Damn it, he's still not dead..." Lucifer knelt on the ground, clutching his heart which was throbbing with excruciating pain, filled with resentment.

"Humans... can only go this far in the end."

After regaining some strength, Hawthorne charged forward and chopped Lucifer aside with an axe, a hint of regret in his eyes.

[Game of Fate: Challenge Failed.]

After suffering the final, fatal wound, Lucifer was teleported away by the system and returned to the training room located at the Muse Group.

Although he was immune to fatal injuries by the game of fate, he still had other injuries, so he was sent to the medical room as soon as he landed.

Even so, Lucifer immediately turned on his live stream and went straight to Mo Lan's live stream room.

Inside the stadium, Hawthorne's physical condition was refreshed by the game of fate after Lucifer's challenge.

He has returned to his prime.

"Are you next?"

Hawthorne slowly raised his head and looked at Mo Lan in the audience.

You guessed right.

Mo Lan shrugged, jumped off the stands, landed in the center of the arena, and pulled out the lunar key from the driver.

"What's that guy doing? Did he deliberately de-transform?"

Just as the researchers from various countries were wondering, Mo Lan flashed his hand and took out a planetary key that was interwoven with gold and red, which immediately made the researchers from various countries watching the battle widen their eyes.

"Am I seeing things? That's... the Jupiter Key?!"

"Absolutely right, that's the Jupiter Key! I can't believe Colossus Corporation actually made it!"

"This Lan Meng, so she works for Giant God Corporation?!"

"No wonder we couldn't find any information about him."

Among the eight planets in the solar system, the difficulty of creating the Jupiter key is second only to the Sun key, which only exists in PowerPoint presentations.

Both the Muse Group and the Kyushu Group initially wanted to create the Jupiter Key to make a final decision.

But as their research progressed, they soon discovered the terrifying nature of Jupiter's particles.

Those super-pressure particles that defy common sense not only require extremely high technical skills in key technology, but also extremely high requirements for the user.

If you're not careful, the user will be devoured by the particles and shattered to pieces, beyond repair even with super assembly.

Unexpectedly, Mo Lan pulled out the Jupiter Key at this moment.

"Henshin".

He inserted the key into the drive, pushed it with one hand, and the dark gold asymmetrical armor was instantly donned.

The Jupiter Armor is an armor worthy of being called a "Demon King".

He is heavy and magnificent, and the moment he appears, he will make the opponent standing in front of him feel absolutely suffocated and oppressed.

Mo Lan gently flexed her wrist: "To be honest, this is the first time I've used the Jupiter Key in actual combat."

Opposite him, Hawthorne held a giant axe in both hands, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled a puff of white mist.

He was very certain.

This level of power, this human certainly can't maintain for long; I only need to...

"I hope you can make me happy."

Mo Lan slowly raised her left hand, aiming it at Hawthorne.

The "Great Red Spot" on the shoulder armor of the Jupiter Armor now seemed to be slowly turning a full circle, like the wheel of fate.

A powerful pressure instantly acted on Hawthorne.

"No, this power... it's at the True Ancestor level!"

Hawthorne's pupils dilated, and the ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch.

"Nebula System - Jupiter Form"

Current owner: Giant God Corporation - Blue Dream.

Danger Level: 5.1

"Key compatibility: 91%"

5.1 vs. 4.8, the advantage is mine.

This is definitely the richest battle Mo Lan has ever fought since becoming a player.