Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

However, the original warrior who was vicious half a second ago has turned into a stiff statue at this moment.

No matter how much its fangs and iron pincers shake, they can't move even a hair's length.

Because there are two chains that are as thick as a baby's arms, and at some point, they were wound up in circles, and without anyone noticing, they locked its arms.

The two chains were stretched straight, extending from the shoulders of the original warrior all the way to the depths of the dense forest.

The three elites of the Bone Battalion couldn't see clearly the appearance of the chain holder.

But a picture subconsciously emerged in his mind - two chains seemed to be entangled on a towering iron tower, and the iron tower was rooted hundreds of arms deep underground.

Therefore, no matter how furious, roaring, and struggling the original warrior was, the chains were embedded in its flesh and liquid metal-like substance like teeth, but there was no sign of being torn apart.

Suddenly, thousands of strands of red lightning spewed out from the depths of the dense forest, entwined with chains that brightened inch by inch, and poured into the arms of the warrior of origin.

On each lock ring, there is a mysterious and complicated ancient rune, slowly blooming like the most gorgeous flower in the world.

In the center of the "stamen", flames that could melt steel burst out.

The "boa constrictor" on the left arm of the warrior of origin and the "scorpion tail" on the right arm suddenly made the sound of "crackling" melting like ice cubes being thrown into a frying pan.

The face that was full of smirks just now became extremely distorted at the moment, revealing a painful expression that a killing machine should never and never be able to reveal.

Even so, the original warrior still did not give up his mission.

It struggled desperately, and its whole body slammed forward fiercely.

It seems that he wants to use the momentum to let the flaming iron chain tear its arms off the body.

Use the "strong man breaks the wrist", no, the "strong man breaks the arm" method to regain freedom.

Indeed, the current Ancient Dream Saintess is like a candle flickering in a strong wind, which may be extinguished at any time.

Even without arms, as long as the deformed and inflated head of the original warrior blasted out the force of a battering ram, it slammed into the face or chest of the ancient dream saint.

It is enough to completely collapse the cranial cavity or chest cavity of the ancient dream saint, and both the brain and the heart will be smashed into mud.

Fortunately, the holder of the two flame chains was keenly aware of the assassin's intentions.

At the moment when the warrior of origin burst out with strange power, he loosened his hands and swung his arms, allowing the warrior of origin to pounce forward.

Just using the ripples caused by swinging the chain, he slightly adjusted the angle of force of the original warrior to the right.

The original warrior never expected that the holder of the flame chains could perceive and control power to such an exquisite degree.

The astonishing power that was originally intended to compete with the holder of the flame chains was all gone.

On the contrary, he lost his balance, no matter the "Giant Python" or "Scorpion Tail", they passed by the convulsive Ancient Dream Saintess in a dangerous and dangerous posture.

The former bit the mandala tree behind the ancient dream saint, and the latter was deeply embedded in the ground like an anchor.

The warrior of origin was in a state of desperation, trying to pull out two fierce forelimbs from the tree trunk and the ground, and kill the target that was close at hand.

The holder of the flame chain didn't give it the slightest chance.

Just as it wielded the "Giant Python" and "Scorpion Tail" again.

In front of its chest cavity and abdominal cavity, layers of armor protruded at the same time, bursting from the inside.

It was like two small volcanoes erupting simultaneously on its heart and belly button.

Its internal organs and the liquid metal-like substance covering the organs all turned into orange-red magma and spewed out.

Because of the combined effect of high temperature and high pressure.

It only took half a minute for the contents of the original warrior's body cavity to be completely wiped out.

It was only at this moment that the three elites of the Bone Battalion discovered to their amazement that what protruded from the chest and abdomen of the original warrior turned out to be two flaming knife tips.

No, judging from the thickness of the back of the knife and the exaggerated edge, they really couldn't judge whether such an exaggerated human weapon is a sword that cuts iron like mud, or a battle ax that destroys everything!

This is not the end.

Although all internal organs were burned, the warrior of origin still did not die.

In other words, it has already died, leaving only a large number of active cells, which serve as the "key" to activate the liquid metal-like substance, drive this killing machine, and execute the already implanted destruction program, so it is impossible to die a second time.

Although its body has become an empty shell.

The liquid metal-like substance attached to the body surface is still wriggling and struggling, trying to wrap the living cells and reorganize into strangely shaped lethal weapons.

The two flaming blades saw up and down respectively.

The original warrior with extremely strong vitality was cut vertically in half from head to toe.

On the burnt orange-red edge, beams of flames that looked like tiny lightning bolts shot out, eagerly pounced on the living cells attached to the liquid metal-like substance.

The warrior of origin, who was split in half, ushered in a baptism of magma from head to toe.

No matter how immortal the liquid metal-like substance is, it can't stop the thousands of degrees of high-temperature flames, burning every living cell into coke, ashes, dust, and particles smaller than dust, completely cutting off all vitality.

Without the blessing of active cells.

The fragments of the totem armor that made up the original warrior were also deprived of the authority to continue killing. Thousands of armor pieces were scattered all over the place like broken pearls.

Until this moment, a giant with magma flowing all over its body, emitting an unbearable light, like a moving volcano, slowly appeared in front of the three elites of the Bone Camp who survived the catastrophe.

The three elites of the Bone Corps all opened their mouths wide as they were almost dislocated.

After blinking his eyes for a long time, he realized that this iron tower flowing with magma may not be as tall and mighty as a warrior in terms of real height.

But the flames that bloomed all over his body and shot straight into the dark cloud-shrouded sky seemed to be able to burn a hole in the night, but filled him with a soul-stirring sense of oppression. Even the real frost giant on the extreme northern ice field was in front of him. To bow down.

Scattered all over the place, the fragments of the out-of-control totem armor that lost their masters were all shivering under his flame.

Like wolves, tigers and leopards crawling at the feet of a giant dragon.

But he couldn't help making a "hissing" sound, stretching out clusters of stamen-like metal tentacles towards him, eager to integrate into his body, become a part of his individual combat system, and create more killings.

The three elites of the Bone Battalion are also holders of the totem armor fragments themselves.

Knowing that the totem armor fragment is, in a sense, a very special living creature with its own desire and will.

But I have never seen a fragment of a totem armor, so eager for the "favor" of the new owner.

Then think of the original warrior who just slaughtered dozens of his own people like chopping melons and vegetables.

In front of this majestic magma giant, he was completely powerless.

The panic and confusion in my heart couldn't help bursting.

"Here, who is this monster?"

"Could it be the strongest among the chieftains and high-ranking priests in the Golden Clan?"

"What kind of totem armor is this? It's like flowing magma that never solidifies!"

"Why does he want to prevent the origin warrior from assassinating the ancient dream saint? Could it be that he, he is not an enemy, but our... last hope?"

Looking at the three elites of the Bone Battalion who were full of vigilance but full of expectations.

Under the burning helmet, Meng Chao raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

If you have time.

He really wanted to take off his visor and helmet, reveal his true colors, and pay his most sincere respect to the three elites of the Bone Battalion who fought to the last drop of blood.

Thanks to them, under the pursuit of the four warriors of origin, they brought the ancient dream saint here, and delayed it long enough to give that extremely bright future... the last ray of hope.

Next, you have to rely on yourself to turn this lifeline into infinite possibilities!

Swish! Swish!

Meng Chao shook his arms and retracted the two flame sabers.

The blade slammed into each other, shooting out a cloud of dazzling sparks, shooting into the depths of the dense forest, illuminating the darkness between the branches.

It also extended the three grotesque shadows standing in the darkness to the limit.

A total of four origin warriors were controlled by "Jackal" Kanus and transformed into assassins.

One of them was burned to ashes by Meng Chao.

There are three more.

The more difficult three.

The first one, like a giant armadillo, is covered with layers of armor. When it swells up, it looks like a metal ball spinning around, and even its limbs and head are deeply embedded in the ball.

When necessary, seven or eight layers of armor are overlapped, and the defense power is comparable to superalloy armor with a thickness of more than half a meter.

And when the thousands of pieces of armor on the surface of the sphere stand up high, the sharp edges are like the blades inside the meat grinder, which can grind everything it touches into powder.

The second one also lost its human form, but looked like a hedgehog with knives, guns, halberds, axes and hooks all over its body, a mobile arsenal.

The third origin warrior still retains a human form.

But kept too much.

It is literally "three heads and six arms".

Those out-of-control liquid metal-like substances were so greedy that they devoured the bodies of the three rat warriors in one go, and then randomly pieced together the three heads and six arms that still maintained their cell activity.

Such a ferocious appearance further validated Meng Chao's judgment.

The so-called "totem armor" is far more than a simple cold weapon armor that can be carried with you.

Instead, it can completely transform the builder from the cellular level, releasing the ultimate individual equipment with the strongest combat effectiveness of active cells.

It's just that the high-level orcs have long lost the real use of the totem armor, as well as 90% of its combat performance.

Only when it is out of control and looks like a madman, can it be accidentally hit and awaken its true face!