Strongest Hammer God novel Chapter 88

Chapter 88: Chapter 88 – Destruction

The two of them trained for another hour, and then, it was time to get to work.

While Kyle was still full of energy, Nervon was a bit exhausted.

He didn’t have the luxury of a dwarf’s body.

He needed to regain Ether the normal way, which was by absorbing it slowly from the environment.

Kyle could also do that, but he could supplement his recovery with meat.

"Nervon, you’re with Lancel today," Samson said. "I want you to patrol around the Great Anaconda’s territory."

"I thought I was supposed to take care of Kyle," Nervon commented.

"The Tar Golem incident takes priority," Samson said. "I need two strong hunters I can trust, and you two make a good team."

"Fine," Nervon answered.

"Kyle, you’re with me," Samson said.

Kyle nodded.

Samson gave a couple more orders, and the two of them set off.

Over the next hours, Samson taught Kyle more about the wildlife.

It was important that Kyle knew where their money was coming from.

After some hours, Kyle stopped.

"There are Spitters," he said.

Samson looked with surprise at Kyle.

He hadn’t sensed any Spitters yet.

But then, he heard some rustling in the distance.

He wasn’t yet sure what kind of animal made that rustling, but it did sound a bit like Spitters.

"Can I?" Kyle asked. "I’m hungry."

Samson furrowed his brows.

"Are you confident?" he asked.

Kyle nodded. "Yeah, I killed quite a few of them already."

Samson took a deep breath.

"Well, alright. But be careful."

Kyle just grinned and started to charge forward.

He made a lot of noise, and Samson just looked at his careless movements with uncertainty.

The rustling in the distance became more frantic.

The Spitters had heard Kyle, and they knew that food had arrived.

Samson followed after Kyle, making sure that nothing happened to him.

Suddenly, one of the Spitters jumped over a bush, a fireball ready.

BANG!

But Kyle’s hammer just completely obliterated it.

Samson’s eyes widened when he saw the Spitter’s body hitting one of the trees.

Yeah, that thing was definitely dead.

The next moment, Kyle quickly put his hammer on a clasp on his back and charged at the other Spitters with bare hands.

Samson grew nervous again.

The Spitters, realizing that one of them was dead, quickly turned around to flee.

But Kyle had anticipated that.

He remembered how they fled the last time.

Without having to carry his hammer, Kyle was quite a bit faster, and he jumped forward, grabbing the back leg of one of them.

Panic appeared on the Spitter’s face as it felt itself being lifted by an irresistible force.

Kyle pulled the Spitter up as he ran after another one.

Then, he swung the first Spitter at the other.

CRACK!