Armor Hero: The Return of the Underworld

"It seems I'm a statue too, but what am I anyway?"

Mo Fan looked around carefully and counted them; there were a total of twenty-two statues.

Mo Fan vaguely remembered that the Netherworld Legion seemed to have three squads, with eight Netherworld Demons in each squad, totaling 25 Netherworld Demons including Lu Fa. Subtracting the unsealed Kula, there should be a total of twenty-three statues here.

But Mo Fan counted them inside and out, and there were only twenty-two in total. So the only explanation was that he himself was a statue.

Mo Fan wanted to know what he was.

Mo Fan himself was a fan of Armor Heroes, but that was in the past. In the past, if you talked to him about Armor Heroes, he would talk to you for ages. But now, he can't remember many things clearly.

He couldn't really remember that the statue was missing (what was he?), but he looked at it and thought about it.

With Anmishiu, Qiaoshefei, Kufensi, Shabin, and Balu all around, I'd guess I'm just a minor Karami.

What glorious Ares Guardian warrior? To Mo Fan, a former veteran Armor enthusiast, and to those Armor wielders, he was nothing more than cannon fodder.

Mo Fan immediately started crying and complaining, thinking, "If you're going to transmigrate, at least give me some armor to play with! What's with this Netherworld Demon? And it's sealed away! Are you kidding me?"

Mo Fan's inner monologue: Oh my god! I woke up to find the sky had fallen...

Mo Fan was bored for a long time when suddenly his gaze fell on the disc in the center of the tower, where a tattered garment was placed.

Mo Fan naturally knew that the tattered clothes belonged to Lu Fa; what he was looking at was the stone on the tattered clothes.

A stone? Yes, that stone, the strange stone that looks like an eye.

The stone seemed to sense Mo Fan's gaze and trembled strangely, startling Mo Fan.

"Look at you, old man!"

Mo Fan shouted.

Because of the shaking, one side of the stone was facing Mo Fan, and at first glance, it looked as if that "eye" was looking at Mo Fan.

The more Mo Fan looked at those "eyes," the more uncomfortable he felt, and he felt a chill run down his spine.

Suddenly, the "eye" came crashing down on Mo Fan's head.

"Hey, hey, I was wrong, I was wrong, bro! Ouch, it hurts... Hey? Why doesn't it hurt anymore?"

As Mo Fan watched the "eye" hurtling toward his head, he was terrified and closed his eyes. He felt as if the "eye" had already hit the top of his head, but he felt no pain at all.

Mo Fan opened his eyes and found nothing in front of him, just like before, except that the "eyes" were gone.

“Clack…”

"Huh? What's that noise?"

A cracking sound came from the air, startling Mo Fan.

“Clack…”

"Hey, what the hell?"

There was another sound. Mo Fan carefully looked around and saw that nothing seemed to be broken.

"wrong!"

Mo Fan suddenly realized that the strange sound was not coming from his surroundings, but from his own "body".

"Depend on!"

Sure enough, Mo Fan discovered several cracks on his head.

Mo Fan panicked. What was going on? If the sculpture was damaged, would he still be able to break the seal?

“Clack…”

"No, please stop ringing, bro, I...I'm scared!"