Crack crack crack!!!
Before this burly man from the Stone Plate Clan died, in a desperate counterattack, the weapons of over a hundred men from the hundred clans were smashed in half, and his massive silver hammer broke into two pieces. The shattered silver hammer fiercely struck their heads, killing each one of them.
Thud!
After all this, the burly man from the Stone Plate Clan could no longer hold on, his body softened, and he knelt on the ground with one knee.
Looking at the broken silver hammer in his hand, he remembered the words his father had said when he handed over this family heirloom hammer: "As long as the hammer exists, so shall I. When the hammer is gone, so am I!"
Scenes from the past passed through his mind like fleeting smoke.
Remembering how he sacrificed his comrades to the enemy in pursuit of petty gains, the leader of the Stone Plate Clan felt heartache like a knife cut, more painful than if he had been killed a thousand or ten thousand times.
