courier in movie world

Chapter 776 The Abnormal World

"I am going to kill you!"

Maka roared, and as his anger surged, his whole body swelled a little bit, and the veins on his face formed some special textures, making him look like a mad lion.

Even though he was indoors, his blond hair was still in the wind.

"This guy is weird!"

Mo Sen was a little surprised by the momentum coming from the other party. Looking at the environment and clothes, the other party was obviously not a very noble person, but he possessed a power that did not match it at all.

If it is not because of the strict hierarchy, there is only one possibility.

The level of power in this universe is very high.

The lower limit and upper limit of power are far beyond any world Mo Sen has ever experienced.

In the worlds that Mo Sen had experienced before, the level of the lower limit of power was basically the same, but there were some differences in the direction of the upward evolution.

But the situation here seems to be completely different.

This made Mo Sen secretly vigilant.

Maka didn't hold any weapon in his hand. After a roar, he stretched his legs, like a wild beast pouncing on its prey, and opened a pair of big hands to hug Mo Sen by the waist!

Judging by the strength of his hand, it is estimated that even a big tree can be crushed easily by him.

Facing Maka's attack, Mo Sen did not choose to confront the opponent head-on. He dodged to one side, and then kicked the opponent's lower back.

Bang!
The place where the toe kicked was as hard as iron, which made Mo Sen's heart sink slightly. This guy's physical fitness far exceeded Mo Sen's imagination.

Although he didn't use all his strength in that kick just now, even a steel plate should be kicked through, but judging from Maka's state, it is obvious that it only hurts but not hurt.

The momentum of his charge was already strong, and with the kick from behind by Mo Sen, he suddenly lost his balance and smashed the wooden barrel not far away. Water splashed everywhere, and he rolled and hit the wall.

boom!
The wall vibrated, stone chips flew, and this guy got up from the ground, except for looking a little embarrassed, he was unscathed.

After suffering a loss, Maka became even more manic. On the other hand, Mo Sen stood aside with his hands folded, watching with cold eyes, with a mocking smile on his face.

"Roar!"

The roar that came out of Maka's mouth did not sound like a human voice. He crossed his hands, and there seemed to be an unknown force gestating in his body.

Seeing that the situation on the field was about to explode, but at this moment, a cold growl came.

"Stop me!"

"Tomorrow is the Kingdom Celebration, get the hell out of here immediately!"

Hearing the other party's voice, Maka felt as if someone had poured cold water on his face.

His bloodshot eyes gradually regained clarity, and his figure shrunk a bit. He shook his head, and followed the cracked wooden door, looking towards the dark passage.

"Mr. Drago!"

The proud lion lowered his head.

Mo Sen turned sideways, looking at the figure coming out of the darkness.

This is a tall middle-aged man. It can be seen that he should be a handsome man when he was young.

It's just that the indifference on his face made him look less human, the lines on his face were like knives and axes, and his not strong body revealed an oppressive force that was several times stronger than Maca's.

Behind him was a group of soldiers, but these people did not follow into the room, but stood outside the door without saying a word, like a cold machine.

"No matter what happened, go back now!" Drago's voice was indifferent, and he didn't care about the whole story at all.

Maka raised his head. He seemed to want to ask something, but in the end he could only look at Mo Sen with resentment, and then lowered his head.

"Yes, Mr. Drago!"

"About tomorrow's celebration..."

Maka couldn't help but ask.

"That's not what you should care about."

"As a fighter, what you should focus on is the next battle!"

"Facing Achilles, either you die, or I die!"

Drago glanced at Maka and let the door open. This time Maka left without saying anything and clenched his fists.

When he reached the door, he stopped suddenly.

"Tomorrow, I will personally kill you!!"

After speaking, his body sank into the darkness and disappeared at the end of the passage.

Drago waved his hand, and several soldiers behind him filed in, "Here are the weapons and armor you will equip tomorrow."

"Try it on and see if it fits."

Dragu's attitude towards Mawson was still indifferent. He didn't even ask Mawson's name. Perhaps in his opinion, this was meaningless at all.

Because the other party will die sooner or later.

Mo Sen's eyes swept over the trays in his hand one by one, and he reached out to pick up a piece of armor. It was a hard leather armor that was black as a whole, carved with beautiful patterns, and inlaid with silver metal in key parts.

Mawson reached out and stroked the armor.

Looking at the style, this should be a set of special armor used in ceremonies. This kind of armor often pays attention to beauty and highlights the majestic figure of the wearer, but the actual effect is not satisfactory.

But the set in front of him is much stronger than Mo Sen imagined, even surpassing the modern alloy smelting technology.

This is really unreasonable.

But then Mo Sen's eyes swept over Drago and the many soldiers behind him, and he was slightly taken aback.

The armor worn by these soldiers was several times better than the one in Mo Sen's hands.

Obviously, this situation is not a coincidence, but the texture of the items in this world is far beyond Mo Sen's imagination.

This is not good news.

Mo Sen also had a preliminary understanding of the anomalies in this world.

To make an inappropriate analogy, if there is a planet whose gravity is 10 times that of the earth, and life exists on it, then under strong pressure, the life on this planet must be several times stronger than humans !
Obviously, this is the case in the world before us.

"The clothes fit you well, don't try again."

Mo Sen said that the clothes and weapons in front of him were obviously tailor-made according to his figure. It is estimated that Draco came here in person, just passing through the scene.

Sure enough, Drago didn't say anything, he glanced at Mo Sen, "Take a good rest, as long as you defeat Achilles tomorrow, the king will personally grant you freedom!"

"He's even willing to offer you a large sum of money and a ship to return you to the East!"

"Free?"

Mo Sen smiled indifferently.

"My freedom is only worth 5 silver coins, and now I want to risk my life for it."

Drago's eyes lowered slightly, and the palm holding the hilt of the sword tightened slightly.

"Are you going to refuse?"

Mo Sen looked at Drago with a smile on his lips.

"why?"

"I'm looking forward to tomorrow's fight."

He took the armor and weapons, "Take me to rest now. I just hope that no one will bother me again in the resting place."

Drago frowned, and seemed a little surprised by Mo Sen's reaction. He hesitated for a moment, and then asked:
"Soldier from the East, what is your name?"

Mo Sen didn't answer directly.

"You'll know."

"but not now."

(End of this chapter)