Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

The more Meng Chaoyue analyzed, the more frightened he was.

"Jackal" Kanus's combination of punches can be described as violent and impenetrable.

Under his secret manipulation, the fate of the Bighorn Legion was already doomed from the moment it was formed.

However, this insidious and cunning "Ghost Wolf" could never be counted as the unexpected factor of Meng Chao's return from the apocalypse.

"Don't panic, there is still a chance to turn defeat into victory!

"After all, Kanus the 'Jackal' sensed the connection between me and the Saintess of the Ancient Dream, so he had to activate it in advance and act hastily.

"His arrangements may not be completely in place. In the Big Horn Legion, there are always some resolute elites who will not be attacked by the 'fear bomb' and have the opportunity to retreat to the underground base in the south.

"And the Saintess of Ancient Dream has been persuaded by me, and she has become suspicious and wary of the Horned Rat God, so it is not so easy to let Kanus the 'Jackal' manipulate her.

"As long as the ancient dream saint is rescued in time.

"It may not be that there is no way to turn the tide, at least it is an opportunity to make 'Jackal' Kanus feel like a stick in his throat!"

Meng Chao's thoughts turned, and he grabbed the winner in an instant.

That is the life and death of the ancient dream saint.

The ancient dream saint is alive, which means that the Big Horn Legion still exists.

There is still hope for the freedom and dignity of tens of thousands of rat people.

The Dragon City civilization can also get a trustworthy and powerful ally within the Turan civilization.

The death of the Saintess of Ancient Dream shows that the tide of the times is so strong that it is almost impossible to reverse the future and shatter the doomsday.

"No, even the absurd thing that the whole city traveled to another world has already happened. In this vast sea of ​​stars, nothing is impossible!"

Meng Chao made up his mind and shot suddenly.

A cluster of metal arrows polished to be as thin as a cicada's wings whistled out from between the fingers, wrapped in dots of cold light, and pierced into the chest of the high-ranking priest impartially.

The wild dance of the high priests came to an abrupt end.

The brain, which continuously released fear brainwaves like a volcanic eruption, also froze instantly.

He fell on his back, motionless, and died.

——With the spontaneous combustion of the brain, the brain and facial features were all melted, and this high-ranking priest was already hopeless.

Staying in this cruel world for one more minute is just suffering one more minute of pain, and at the same time, turning this pain into fuel, eroding other people's brains, and making others become like him, crazy and alive It is better to die.

The cluster of arrows shot by Meng Chao gave him a joy, allowing his manipulative, fragmented soul to obtain eternal peace.

Also avoid the destructive power of "fear bomb", continue to spread and upgrade.

As the arrows whizzed out, Meng Chao rushed towards the witch doctors surrounding the high-ranking priest like a tiger descending the mountain.

He looks like a ghost, as if splitting into more than a dozen shadows, appearing behind the witch doctors at the same time.

The edge of the palm is moistened with spiritual energy, exuding a faint metallic light, as if wrapped in a layer of rigid and soft armor.

Lightly touch everything on the back of the witch doctors' necks, and the power of hundreds of vibrations per second immediately flows along the cervical spine and pours into the witch doctors' heads.

Make their soft brains collide back and forth on the hard inner wall of the skull, falling into a state of concussion.

These rat people witch doctors were originally two knives to drive ducks to the shelves, and they were far from Meng Chao's opponents.

Coupled with the news of the death of the ancient dream saint, the madness of the high-ranking priests, and the images of zombies and rat gods that kept appearing in their minds, they were at a loss and stunned, unable to develop the consciousness, courage and strength to resist.

Before they could even groan, they were chopped down one by one by Meng Chao, foaming at the mouth, and passed out.

Meng Chao didn't kill the killer.

Instead, it saved their lives.

If these witch doctors are always awake.

He would definitely be tortured by the news of the death of the ancient dream saint and the nightmare of the zombie mouse god, causing a mental breakdown and falling into madness.

There is also a very high probability that, like this high-level priest, because the brain is overloaded, the mitochondria deep in the brain cells release psychic energy crazily, break through the critical point of spontaneous combustion, and turn into black torches.

Even if you are lucky enough to survive.

When those crazy soldiers rushed into the wounded barracks, they were still doomed.

Meng Chao knocked them unconscious with a knife in his hand, and at the same time used psionic energy to vibrate at a high frequency, causing them to suffer severe concussions.

It is equivalent to temporarily shutting down their brains.

You will no longer be affected by fear bombs and nightmare screens.

Then drag them to a dark corner outside the wounded barracks.

I believe that the chaos soldiers will not have much interest in these unknown guys.

The hobbies of chaos soldiers are food and medicine.

Meng Chao's nostrils kept zooming, and he sniffed carefully for a moment. Following the faint smell of food and medicine in the bloody and scorched air, he found the tent where supplies were stored in the wounded soldier camp.

He collected some firewood and used bandages at random, and lit four fires beside the camp.

Four groups of raging flames clearly pointed to the camp.

It won't be long before the fire spreads into the camp, potentially consuming valuable food and medicine.

Meng Chao calculated the time. Before that, the rebels would definitely be able to rush into the wounded barracks.

Follow the clear signs he left to find this tent.

If they want to get the supplies in the camp, they must first extinguish the growing fire.

After the fire was extinguished and a large amount of supplies were obtained, the mood of the soldiers should have calmed down a little bit, so they wouldn't kill those witch doctors and wounded soldiers indiscriminately, right?

For the time being, Meng Chao could only do this.

I hope that more Ratmen warriors can survive the chaos tonight, stick to the armored airships overwhelming Dragon City, and arrive at Turanze!

Before the rebels stormed the barracks, Meng Chao had already escaped without a sound.

When he came to the depths of the secluded jungle, the plasters, bandages, and even the scabs covering the surface of his skin that were used to cover people's eyes and ears all peeled off like a golden cicada shedding its shell.

This is the darkest hour before dawn.

The dark clouds that rolled like a black dragon swallowed up all the light from the red moon and stars.

But relying on all directions, one after another, leaping into the midair like a fierce beast out of a cage, the flames.

It was still possible to vaguely see that Meng Chao had just grown out. Under the crystal clear skin, there was a layer of sharp-edged muscles that looked like heavy armor.

And between the flesh and blood, the criss-crossing spiritual veins are like dormant dragons, constantly swallowing red, orange, red, blue, indigo, and purple... spiritual energy of different luster.

At first glance, Meng Chao's magnetic field of life was slowly blooming like a bouquet of huge flowers.

After several months of fierce fighting and several days of cultivation, the most important thing is to have an extremely intense information exchange with the ancient dream saint in the depths of the nightmare, reactivating the "fire".

Meng Chao's realm has reached another level, and he has firmly stood at the "six-star spirit armor realm"!

Spread the palm of your hand, exert some force, and you will see strands of milky white light surge out from the depths of your pores, as if being pulled by an invisible spider, quickly interspersed, weaved, and overlapped between the palm and five fingers And condensed, condensed into a semi-transparent glove with extremely exquisite structure.

Swing a punch at will, and there will be a flying stream falling three thousand feet in the void, and the "rumbling" sound of the waterfall bombarding the deep pool.

This is a sign that the "ripple strength" has been exerted to the extreme, can penetrate matter, and fight cattle across mountains.

The corners of Meng Chao's mouth curled up, and he laughed silently.

This is really the biggest and most timely good news after drifting to Turanze.

Psionic armor, this is the realm that can only be achieved by Master Luo Wu, the "soul-breaking knife" he looked up to in high school.

He is also an ordinary extraordinary person, worthy of sacrificing everything and striving for the ultimate goal of his life.

No, not just fists.

Meng Chao felt that at this moment, with a single thought, he could, under the agitation and restraint of the magnetic field of life, compress the spiritual energy in his body to a high degree, forming a practical spiritual armor like a glove.

Not to mention, he also got the super technology developed by the ancient Turan people - the boost of the totem armor!

Psionic battle armor and totem battle armor, the combination of two swords is not just as simple as one plus one greater than two.

Sensing the psionic energy in his body, like a river running endlessly, Meng Chao's self-confidence soared unprecedentedly.

He had the urge to dare to fight even if he encountered a strong man in the divine realm or a battle group level strong man from Turanze.

Of course, even if the real god-level powerhouse descends, he may not be able to clean up the situation where the Great Horn Legion is on the verge of collapse.

Meng Chao didn't want anyone to know his hole cards before he rescued the ancient dream saint and started the final game with "Jackal" Kanus.

He took a deep breath and took back all the psionic energy, light and power into his body.

It returned to an ordinary, even a bit stooped appearance.

Squint your eyes and sniff the air for a moment.

Then it turned into a soundless sharp arrow, and shot towards the northwest where the flickering flames surged.