The sigh was very soft.
It was so light that it was instantly drowned out by the screaming sound of God-Slaying Drill tearing the air.
The farmer raised his hoe very slowly.
So slow that in the eyes of Qin Wu, the ultra-high-speed dynamic capture of the tactical eyepiece can be clearly broken down into hundreds of consecutive frames.
He saw the farmer's arms, which were not thick, and the muscle lines were not obvious. They only flexed slightly when he held the hoe handle tightly.
He saw the farmer's wrists turning, his shoulders sinking, and his back twisting.
Every action is simple and unpretentious.
Every detail is ordinary.
Just like on this land, thousands of farmers have repeated the most standard hoeing action hundreds of millions of times over the past millions of years.
There is no concentration of energy.
There is no fluctuation of Law.
There is no murderous intention, no fighting spirit, nothing at all.
He just wants to pick a hoe.
And in front of him was Mad Beast's "God-Slaying Drill", which was enough to penetrate a Planet, the ultimate creation of technology and violence.
This is an egg.
Hit a hard rock.
No.
Therefore, the metaphor of an egg hitting a stone seems to be too flattering to the hoe.
In the eyes of all members of [Apocalypse] Team, in the next moment, that ancient farm tool made of wooden handles and iron, together with the farmer who did not know whether to live or die, would be torn into the most basic particles by the gravitational singularity.
Time has come to an end.
Space, gathers at this point.
Destruction, coming.
Then.
"Clang--!"
There was a dull, crisp sound, like the sound of a hammer hitting an anvil.
Not big.
It's even a little sweet.
resounded in everyone's ears.
There was no shocking explosion as expected.
There is no torrent of energy that can evaporate everything.
There is no dazzling spectacle of broken space.
Nothing.
The world-destroying God-Slaying Drill just... stopped.
It stopped less than half a foot away from the farmer's forehead.
And what was blocking it was the blade of the hoe that seemed to break at the touch of a touch.
Time, as if at this moment, had pressed the pause button.
Everyone in [Apocalypse] Team opened their eyes wide and stared at the picture returned on the tactical screen.
In Mad Beast's mecha, the ferocious smile on his face was still frozen at the corner of his mouth.
His mind went blank.
"Blocked... blocked?"
He had no Principles of the Dao understanding of what was happening in front of him.
God-Slayer Mecha's engine is still roaring at crazy overload, outputting terrifying thrust that is enough to overturn continental plates.
The gravitational singularity is still spinning wildly, trying to tear apart all matter in front of it.
But, it's all to no avail.
That thin layer of hoe blade is like an insurmountable Heavenly Chasm, an absolute rule that defines "no passage", and all the power, all Destruction, are understated and isolated.
How... is this possible?
This goes against all the laws of physics he knows!
However, the next second.
A scene that was even more incomprehensible to him than this, and that froze his soul, happened.
The farmer seemed to feel a little tired from holding the hoe all the time.
His wrist sank slightly.
Push that hoe down.
It's like, when hoeing a piece of harder soil, you need to use a little more strength.
"Click..."
There was an extremely subtle sound, like the sound of ceramic cracking.
From the point where the hoe blade makes contact with the drill bit, there is a sound.
Immediately afterwards.
"Click... click..."
The sound became denser.
A series of dark cracks visible to the naked eye, centered on that contact point, like a spider web, spreading crazily towards the entire God-Slaying Drill!
The super drill made by "M-7 Dimensional Alloy", which is enough to bathe on the surface of a star, is like a low-quality glass product that has been hit by a heavy hammer.
Full of shocking cracks!
"No... no..."
Mad Beast finally reacted from the sluggishness, his eyes were splitting, and he roared in disbelief.
"My God-Slaying Drill! This is impossible!!!"
He wanted to take his arm back, he wanted to retreat.
But, it's too late.
The farmer has completed his last action of "hoeing the ground".
Hoe, drop.
"Pfft."
A soft sound.
It was as if something had been cut open.
There is no resistance and it is incredibly smooth.
The cracked God-Slaying Drill was split into two from the middle.
The cut is as smooth as a mirror.
Next, is the entire right arm of the mecha.
Then, there is half the shoulder of the mecha.
Then, there was the heavy chest of the mecha, and the nuclear fusion reactor that was roaring like a heartbeat.
The hoe stained with soil, in an unreasonable manner, lifted the entire five-meter-high "Godslayer Armor", which represents the crystallization of top technology, from top to bottom, together with the horrified Mad Beast inside...
From the middle, it was split into two halves.
"Clang."
Two huge pieces of mecha wreckage, evenly cut open, fell powerlessly to the left and right.
It hit the field, causing a splash of mud.
The violent nuclear fusion reactor shut down completely the moment it was cut open, and not even the A Trace energy could be leaked out.
It seems that it is "defined" to not allow explosions.
Dead silence.
A pin drop audible silence.
Qin Wu, Doctor, Witch, the three of them seemed to have been cast into stone, they were frozen in place, motionless.
In their tactical eyepieces, the green light spot representing the life signal of Mad Beast has turned into a dazzling gray, representing "complete death".
In their ears, Main God cold, A Trace emotionless tone echoed.
[Warning: Team member 'Mad Beast' has been killed.]
[Warning: The soul mark of team member 'Mad Beast' has dissipated.]
[Warning: Team member 'Mad Beast' cannot be resurrected.]
Dead?
The Mad Beast who has the bloodline of "Abyss Titan", and after turning on the armor, can challenge the gods head-on.
That's it...
By a farmer, with a hoe...
Like chopping firewood, chopped?
The brains of the three people were completely shut down.
They are unable to process the information in front of them that exceeds their cognitive limits.
At this time, the farmer who caused all this was standing among the remains of the mecha that was split in half.
He lowered his head and looked at the hoe in his hand.
On the hoe blade, there was a... chip smaller than a hair.
His wrinkled face and brows were deeply wrinkled.
He raised his head and looked not far away at the three "gongzi brothers" who were also wearing strange clothes.
In his eyes, there was A Trace obvious disgust and... annoyance.
"Alas."
He sighed again and muttered to himself in a complaining tone.
"The rocks are getting harder and harder these days."
"I paid it back four yuan."
"It really... delays my farming."