Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

The wolf king's legs hit the ground like a pile driver.

But no matter how indiscriminately he bombed, the dead Lion King and Tiger King still stuck their sharpest fangs deep into the wolf king's leg bones, holding him tightly.

Seeing that Meng Chao was about to inject the last third of the hope potion into the original mother's body.

The wolf king seemed to go straight into the abyss, or in other words, into the bottomless "brain groove" of the original mother, bursting out hundreds of millions of nerve arcs stronger than lightning.

A super-large-scale, super-high-intensity spiritual storm is rapidly being generated.

The wolf king was originally an expert in mental attack and mind control.

The "Big Horn Rebellion" that swept across Turanze was directed by him by remotely controlling the ancient dream saintess and the big horn priests.

And he realized that his cell activity was being suppressed by the inhibitory medicine at a lightning speed. Relying on his own strength, he could no longer stop this black-haired and black-eyed human being.

The original mother also desperately contracted, trying to input its remaining spiritual power and even the source of life into the wolf king's brain through the tentacles connected to the wolf king's body.

On the head of the wolf king, thick blood vessels and nerves protrude, forming a criss-cross network.

It seems to be wearing a special "brain wave amplifier", and it seems that the brain can't bear the crazy expansion of the skull, and the brain waves are surging like a stormy sea, and the pieces are cracked.

Although he has not completely released this spiritual storm that shakes the world and weeps ghosts and gods.

However, Meng Chao could already hear that his brain was sending out an unprecedented shrill alarm.

Every brain cell is restless like a mouse before the flood, trying to run away.

The strength of the wolf king's mental attack, which has been boosted by the original mother, far surpasses the most terrifying psychic experts that Meng Chao has ever confronted - the demon god "Abyss Demon Eye" and the demon god "Wisdom Tree"!

Meng Chao himself is also a spiritual expert.

His soul has been tempered by the flames of the doomsday, and he has a spiritual defense that is far superior to ordinary people and even ordinary extraordinary people.

But this spiritual line of defense has been riddled with holes by the original mother's constant screams that reach the deepest part of her brain.

And all his will was concentrated on his arms and chest, only thinking about how to break through the obstruction of the last few tentacles, and inject the last third of the hope medicine into the original mother.

Can't tell the mind at all, to defend against the wolf king's mental storm.

Just when the wolf king's entire will and even his entire soul was about to turn into a flaming battle ax that fell from the sky and split Meng Chao's sky cap.

The Wolf King's head suddenly turned heavily to the right.

It was like an invisible hammer hitting his left temple.

Even the temples are slightly sunken.

"This is--"

Meng Chao's eyes widened.

I saw an incredible scene.

The one who attacked was a person that no one thought of, the ancient dream saint!

Since the defeat of the Big Horn Legion, the ancient dream saint has been in a state of high fever and coma.

Somehow, it was because she was "remotely assassinated by the mind" by the wolf king, and her brain was severely damaged.

Or she couldn't accept the cruel reality, and simply indulged in the perfect dream, unwilling to wake up for a long time.

But Meng Chao couldn't leave this innocent rat girl alone, and let her fall between the minions of wolves, tigers and leopards, and be torn to pieces.

He could only carry her all the way to the depths of the holy mountain.

I thought it was just a burden.

Unexpectedly, in the instant of life and death, the ancient dream saint sensed the existence of the wolf king.

She still hasn't woken up.

But with eyes closed, standing on tiptoe, staggering, walking among the frantically twitching tentacles, deformed and ugly puppets, and stumped limbs everywhere, as if sleepwalking.

The ancient dream saint in sleepwalking state originally did not intend to have any contact with the real world.

But the spiritual storm that the wolf king is generating is too strong and too dazzling.

It was so strong that the girl in the dream felt the threat and fear, and recognized it—this is the villain who once deceived her and even wanted to kill her!

Once realized this.

The Ancient Dream Saintess had to face the extremely cruel reality that the Great Horn Legion had been completely wiped out.

In the depths of the rat girl's severely deformed brain, a protective mechanism originating from instinct began to operate.

She took the first step and released the spiritual lightning that was like retreating from the wolf king.

There was already a very solid spiritual connection between the ancient dream saint and the wolf king.

In order to command the ancient dream saint by remote control, the wolf king also had to open some of his brain ports to the latter.

So much so that their brainwaves, and even Meng Chao's brainwaves, could easily interfere with each other, implanting something deep into each other's brains - information, viruses and even bombs.

Although the spiritual attack of the ancient dream saintess and the spiritual storm that the wolf king was brewing, there was no comparison at all, the difference was a whole order of magnitude.

But disrupted the wolf king's rhythm.

The wolf king's brain began to lose control and turned into a blazing fireworks factory.

His memory, his will, his resentment, his ambition, his fear, his hatred, the future he experienced and looked forward to...all bloomed like the most splendid fireworks.

The only thing the wolf king can do is to release the psychic storm that has not yet condensed to the limit in advance.

Turning his memory, will, ambition, fear, hatred and expectation into an unstoppable torrent, it blasted fiercely into Meng Chao's brain.

"Reaper, since you want to know everything so much, come here, and experience the cruelty and despair, the future with no future at all!"

boom!

"Jackal" Kanus' "Soul Tomahawk" slashed into Meng Chao's spiritual defense.

For a moment, Meng Chao only felt that the information flow of the mountain and the tsunami flooded into his brain crazily.

It is very similar to the enlightenment from the human-faced spider that he just received in the secret research base.

It's just more specific and clearer, and the perspective is completely focused on the wolf king.

It was as if he passed through "Haka" and spent an incredible long life of ups and downs as "Jackal" Kanus!

...

Where should we start?

My name is Kanus, which means "the darkest half hour before dawn".

Probably I was born during that time, I'm not sure, because my father, mother, and Lao Tzu died long ago, and I don't even remember what they looked like.

However, very few people call me this awkward name.

My master calls me "corpse dog".

Since I can remember, under the leadership of my master, I walked through the ancient battlefields shrouded in clouds and the ruins of ancient tombs deep in the ground, searching for valuable things on various corpses, Rely on corpses to make a living.

I don't like the name very much.

Although I'm just a little rat people.

But my friends say I look a lot like a real wolf—just ignore my pair of shovel-like rat teeth.

I once dreamed that one day if I had good luck, I could make great contributions in the battle of glory, get rid of the identity of the rat people, and become a real warrior. name.

But this can only be imagined in a dream.

Once I wake up from the dream, there are really not many things I can choose.

Including your own name, including your own destiny, including your own life and death.

Whether it is cleaning ancient battlefields, exploring ancient ruins or excavating lost temples, it is very dangerous.

And the Rat People like me with humble blood flowing in their bodies are even more disgusted and rejected by the ancestors.

I don't know how many companions and friends have been haunted by the evil spirits left on the ancient battlefield, or stepped into the traps in the lost temple, and finally died tragically in my arms covered in bruises, deformed and twisted.

I wasn't particularly scared, sad or angry.

If a person like me has been experiencing all this since he was just sensible and has memory, he regards pain and death as natural as drinking water and breathing.

He will not know what it is to be afraid, sad or angry.

What's more, compared to struggling to survive under the hands of wolf masters, maybe stepping into a trap and being able to sleep comfortably forever after stepping into a trap is a more cost-effective deal?

I am not afraid of death at all.

I even hoped that one day, like my friends, I could run into a fierce spirit, step into a trap, and it would be over once and for all.

Unfortunately, I seem to be plagued by bad luck.

Or maybe the ancestral spirits dislike me for being too weak, so weak that I don't even have the right to die.

Old friend and new friend, old buddy and new buddy, all dead, I'm not dead, old is not dead.

Even when I went deep into the lost temple or the ancient ruins, I deliberately rushed to the front, but I was able to avoid the most dangerous traps every time, without any danger or injury.

I waited, waited, and waited so anxiously—I was neither allowed to live comfortably, nor allowed to die happily. When will such a day end?

Finally, perhaps the ancestral spirit heard my complaint.

My destiny has finally ushered in a change.

The master said that the extremely long era of prosperity has passed, the mandala flowers are competing to bloom, and the long-awaited glory era of all Turan warriors has finally arrived!

The master said, but now there are some rat people—of course, they are not good rat people like me who keep their own way and obey what I say, but bad rat people who love leisure, hate work, rebellious, but extremely cowardly, and they are not willing to take on the role of being in the battle of glory. The slaves and servants turned into a surging tide of rats, rushing towards the glorious mission of the Land of Holy Light.

They played the banner of "Big Horn Legion", trying to resist the masters' natural, sacred, unquestionable and even more unshakable rule over Turanze.

The master said that these lowly, dirty, humble, and weak clowns are not qualified to let the ligers and tigers of the Golden Clan take action.

Even the heavy armored battle groups of the wolf clan didn't have time to pay attention to these little thieves jumping up and down.

So, here's our chance for the "good rat people" who belong to the wolf clan!