Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Also, if the Turan civilization in the past really possessed more superior technology than the earth in the 22nd century, it could control the "traversal engine", cross the stars and the sea, and use incredible materials to build thousands of meters high and twisted. Buildings to create the ultimate individual weapon that can change and self-repair at will.

So, how did such a powerful and glorious civilization fall step by step to the point where it can only rely on clan rule and is about to drink blood?

Among other things, Meng Chao didn't believe it just by looking at the modern Turan people's half-human, half-beast image, which was no different from wolves, tigers and leopards. This was what the ancient Turan people liked to see.

Facts have long proved that the sharpness of minions alone is not conducive to the development of civilization, but is a symbol of weakness.

What are the factors that led to the continuous degradation of Turan civilization?

Since Dragon City, like Fallen Star City, traveled to another world as a whole, will the degradation and collapse of Turan civilization repeat itself on Earth people?

What kind of experience and lessons can the Turanian civilization bring to the Dragon City civilization?

Also, and, what happened to the Holy Light camp?

If we say that the people of the Holy Light, like the people on Earth and the Turan orcs, are not natives from other worlds, but were summoned here by the "traversal engine".

How could they forget the fact that they came from the depths of the star sea, but regard the other world as the only real place in the center of the star sea?

What was the so-called "holy light" that they worshiped, that firmly enveloped the entire alien world, and that destroyed Turanze and Dragon City in Meng Chao's previous life memory?

And, and, and, in the memory cells of the monster master's brain, Meng Chao once saw the appearance of the "ancient man" and the "maternal body" that were comparable to gods and demons, destroying heaven and earth.

Today, hundreds of millions of years later, where did the "ancients" and "matrix" who once controlled the entire alien world go?

It was because both sides suffered losses and were annihilated in the long river of history.

Or has it turned into a completely different new form, secretly peeping at the ignorant alien races?

These questions are too deep and far away.

Meng Chao couldn't understand the mystery for a moment.

He could only turn his gaze back to the wolf king.

He found that "Jackal" Kanus was really an interesting guy.

This guy must have discovered the truth that he is an Earthling, at least not a Turanian.

Otherwise, "Shanti Pashar - City of Falling Stars" should be a well-known secret of the Turan people, and there is no need for him to introduce and explain it in such detail.

Is this kind of knowing and saying everything, is it releasing goodwill?

Meng Chao didn't think that his face was so big that he could make the wolf king completely forget the hatred that his entire plan was destroyed by him so quickly.

Therefore, the wolf king not only knows the existence of earthlings.

It is very likely that they also know the existence and strength of Dragon City, and know that the Dragon City civilization is dormant behind Turanze, and it is condescending, occupying a geographical advantage.

He is very clear about how powerful the superhumans and the steel torrent in Dragon City are, and how much help they can bring to him once they cooperate with each other.

And once they turned against each other, how much trouble could it cause him.

In the face of the great benefits of pulling Dragon City Civilization into their own chariot, the small unhappiness of Wolf King and Meng Chao before is really not even sesame mung bean-this is also in line with the founder and helm of the chaotic camp in the previous life , turning one's hands into clouds, turning one's hands into rain, a person who can sell everything and endure everything in front of interests.

Meng Chao had to admit that regardless of good or bad, the Wolf King was indeed a smart man.

Even if they used each other, the gesture he showed could save Meng Chao a lot of trouble.

The only thing Meng Chao is not sure about now is whether the wolf king, whose strength and ambition have swelled beyond the critical point, will transform into a "doomsday magic wolf" once he obtains the inheritance of the holy mountain, and will become self-willed and willful. Under such circumstances, brazenly launched an all-out war against the Land of Holy Light.

If I can find out the wolf king's cards, put some restrictions on him, and persuade him to take a long-term plan.

Cooperating with the Wolf King to reach a more stable covenant than in the previous life, and to achieve a win-win situation between Dragon City and Turanze is not necessarily an option.

Just when Meng Chao's mind was spinning.

The mirage inspired by the power of the totem gradually dimmed.

The illusion of the falling star city shone with silver light, turned into fine ripples of spiritual energy again, and dissipated in the wind at an altitude of tens of thousands of meters.

However, accompanied by a crackling sound of "click, click, click", a new movement came from the depths of the ruins of the battlefield that were originally like a barren tomb.

With a large number of psychic ripples seeping into the fossil-like remains of the Killing Angel.

A large number of "fossils" have come back to life.

They are like a super-giant skeleton army, struggling to crawl out of the abyss of hell, moving their bones with difficulty, groping for weapons all over the ground, trying to straighten their waists, and continue the fierce battle three thousand years ago.

Although the gray-white surface is full of holes like a fossil, it cannot be nourished and purified by spiritual energy like the remains of the killing angels underneath, and it can reproduce the shiny and crystal clear texture.

But the spiritual flames gushing out from the honeycomb-like holes still added a bit of solemnity to them.

Around the super-giant killing angel, the spiritual flame turned into countless mysterious, complicated and shining magic runes, stirring up flames, ice cones, wind blades and venom... all kinds of magic attacks enveloped the entire battlefield .

Even the brains of Meng Chao and the Wolf King were shaken by magic, and they saw a brand new vision in a trance-as if countless birdmen with golden wings fluttered from the sky, and their extremely sharp feathers were intertwined to form a burning wall. The iron wall of the golden flame.

In front of the golden wall, there is also a white beard and white eyebrow, wearing a white robe, embroidered with golden runes, surrounded by nine circles, hundreds of magic runes, a very typical image of a nine-ring magician. They held up the magic staff shrouded in holy light, and made a deep voice like the thunder of the underground: "Don't...open...the underground...awaken...horror...the devil..."

What is puzzling is that the warning from the magician with nine rings was not in the language of holy light, but in Turan language.

This is really strange.

As we all know, the Holy Light Human Race claims to be the spirit of all things, but they regard the orcs, trolls, undead, demons, giants, including the black-haired and black-eyed earthlings living in the edge of the alien world as evil creatures born in the darkness. cleaner.

The language of the unclean is naturally dirty, filthy, vulgar, and evil.

Therefore, even with the wisdom of the nine-ring magician, it is easy to understand the uncomplicated language system of Turan civilization.

But very few upper-class figures in the Land of Holy Light would use such "filthy language" in public.

Even though he knew that the image of this indomitable nine-ring magician was just a spiritual imprint left by a great magician three thousand years ago.

Meng Chao couldn't help but glance at the wolf king.

Express doubts with eyes: "Didn't you say that the killing angels and magic power remaining here have long been exhausted, and it is absolutely impossible to restart?"

The wolf king made a gesture of "Be safe and don't be impatient", staring intently at the changes in the magic ripples above the fossil forest. After a while, a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Sure enough, the phantoms of bird people all over the sky, golden city walls and magicians with nine rings, like lightning and thunder in a summer afternoon, come and go quickly.

It was only shining for a moment, as if all its power had been exhausted, the brilliant golden illusion instantly dimmed, faster than the collapse and annihilation of the illusion of Luoxing City just now, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Only dozens of super-giant Killing Angels barely stood up, like sand towers on the beach that had been exposed to the scorching sun for half a day and lost all moisture and stickiness, and were swept by strong winds, collapsed in an instant, disintegrated in the air, and turned into A finer powder than gravel.

Meng Chao was amazed at the scene where dozens of tower-like super-giant killing angels turned into dust at the same time and drifted away with the wind.

If a lot of dust hadn't floated to the hiding place of him and the wolf king, he rubbed it again and again, tested it repeatedly with spiritual energy, and confirmed that the dust had really lost all its vitality, and it would never be able to reorganize and resurrect. He couldn't believe his eyes.

"As I said, these super-giant evil puppets were already torn apart in the fierce battle three thousand years ago. They ran out of ammunition and food, and exhausted the last drop of the so-called 'power of the holy light'."

The wolf king sneered, "For three thousand years, they have been here again, silently enduring the erosion of the power of the totem leaked from the holy mountain temple. Every shell and every internal part has long been eroded to a crisp .

"If they stay on the ground obediently, maybe they can barely maintain their complete form.

"However, if they insist on struggling to restart, they can only end up in the dust.

"Including those seemingly dangerous magic arrays, the dazzling frost and flames, are nothing more than the end of their strength, just playing tricks on mysteries.

"If we had explored the holy mountain temple a thousand or two thousand years earlier, the magic traps set up by the Holy Light Army before they withdrew might still cause some trouble.

"But three thousand years is enough to erode all the organs and runes in the magic rune, leaving them with only the ability to bluff.

"Otherwise, these magic traps don't need to actively expose their existence, don't you think?"

Meng Chao pondered for a moment and admitted that the wolf king was right.

A dog that can bite does not bark, it can really create a magical power of mass destruction, and there is no need to deliberately stir up such gorgeous sound and light effects to scare people.

"What about the phantom of the nine-ring magician?"

Meng Chao turned his mind and asked again, "He seems to want to prevent others from entering the holy mountain temple. What's interesting is that he speaks Turan language - this is a nine-ring magician from the Holy Light camp three thousand years ago. A warning to future generations of Turanian orcs.

"What he said seemed to be 'Don't wake up the terrifying demon king'. What is that? Was there a powerful existence called the 'terrorist demon king' in Turan's ancestral spirit?"

"Who knows, the so-called 'terrorist demon king' is probably a contemptuous name for our great ancestors by the cowardly people of the Holy Light camp?"

The wolf king sneered repeatedly, "Thinking to use such a pretentious warning to prevent us from gaining the power of the ancestors? It's ridiculous!"

Meng Chao's gaze swept across the wolf king's face with lightning.

Keenly caught his subtle emotional changes.

He is lying.

"Jackal" Kanus knew exactly what the "Dread Demon King" was.