Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Meng Chao was deeply moved by the courage of low-level transcendental beings no less than the Turan orcs.

However, the more he was deeply shocked by the spirit and will of these compatriots fighting on the front line.

The more I feel angry at the recklessness, greed and stupidity of the decision-makers.

"Who on earth decided to build so many spar mines in a swarm deep in the rift near the tributary of the Hunu River, and didn't carry out large-scale transformation of the surrounding environment and build a complete defense and evacuation system?

"Yes, building a spar mine deep in the rift can indeed shorten the distance between the ground facilities and the spar veins to the greatest extent, saving a lot of costs and creating high profits.

"However, once natural disasters such as earthquakes, heavy rains, mudslides, floods, and volcanic eruptions occur, the front-line workers who work day and night in the spar mine are very passive!

"Decision makers should be clear about how strong the spatial ripples caused by Dragon City's crossing to another world are. Even if the fog really dissipates, it doesn't mean that the entire space is absolutely stable!

"Especially the seam between Dragon City and the other world is like the junction of two major plates on the earth, it belongs to the 'seismic active zone', here, it is not surprising that there is any extreme weather!

"Even if we don't consider natural disasters, what about man-made disasters?

"The decision makers of Dragon City should have known for a long time that there are all kinds of aborigines in other worlds, and since these aborigines have a way to seal all the vicious monsters in the monster mountain range, they must have powers no less than monsters. Combat power!

"Even without today's floods and torrential rains, if this mining area continues to be developed savagely and grows disorderly, the scale will expand to ten or even a hundred times today's size, and at that time, Dragon City will start a full-scale war with Turanze or the Holy Light camp.

"The enemy only needs to send a few high-ranking powerhouses to block both ends of the rift, and then launch a group attack magic like 'Meteor Fire Rain', the entire mining area and thousands of precious lives will be wiped out. !"

Meng Chao saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart.

That's right, Longcheng people are willing to give and sacrifice.

During the monster wars, there are often feats of warriors running out of ammunition and food, rushing with bare hands to the frenzy of fierce beasts whose number is ten times larger than themselves.

Including Meng Chao himself, he has experienced countless times of fierce battles with corpses strewn all over the field and rivers of blood, both in reality and in doomsday nightmares, and he is used to seeing slaughterhouses where people are devastated.

But this by no means means that decision-makers can treat the precious lives of ordinary citizens and low-level transcendents as pawns that can be exchanged or even discarded at will, to pay for their own recklessness, greed and stupidity!

Facing the overwhelming beast horde, with relatives and homes behind them, and when there is no way to retreat, one has to risk everything and fight to the end, this is called "sacrifice".

However, when the war was over long ago and could be completely avoided, they were so eager for quick success and insatiable greed that ordinary workers and low-level transcendents used their flesh and blood to shake the destructive force of nature.

This is not a sacrifice, but a murder, an out-and-out murder!

"No wonder, no matter in the doomsday nightmare that the Wolf King and I have experienced, we have never heard of any large mines or industrial areas at the junction of Dragon City and Turanze.

"How could it be possible to succeed if you are lucky and mess around like this?

"And if the decision-makers of Dragon City use this kind of thinking to 'conquer the alien world', it's not surprising that the end will come in the end!"

The scene in front of him once again strengthened Meng Chao's belief. .

The road to the future is determined by both internal and external factors.

In his nightmare with the Wolf King, the reason why Dragon City was destroyed was because of the strength of the Holy Light faction.

However, the many chaos and chronic diseases in Dragon City and Turanze are also important reasons for pushing each other into the abyss of destruction.

Blacksmith need its own hardware.

Before the final battle with the Holy Light camp.

Meng Chao had to find and solve Longcheng's own problems.

As for now—

"With these heavy transport vehicles alone, it is impossible to force the Hunuchuan tributary to divert.

"The flood was so fast that even if a transport vehicle weighing hundreds of tons fell into the river, it would be swept into the whirlpool instantly and be swept away without a trace.

"Even, because of the extrusion of heavy transport vehicles, the river narrowed, which increased the flow velocity and impact of the flood, making the situation even more difficult.

"Let me help you out!"

Meng Chao looked into the distance.

Within the scope of vision, the rolling mountains, meandering rivers, raging winds and rainstorms, as well as every wave and every vortex in the tributaries of the Hunu River can be seen in a panoramic view.

The whole world has turned into a huge and mysterious model in his mind.

Wind direction, rain, water velocity, distance between flood peak and mining area...

A series of dazzling data, like extremely gorgeous fireworks, kept exploding on his cerebral cortex.

In the end, all the "fireworks" gathered together and turned into a shining golden dot, which fell a few kilometers away on a mountain peak passing by a tributary of the Hunu River.

Since the Monster Mountain Range is also called the "Fang Mountain Range" by the Turan orcs.

Most of the mountain peaks, of course, soar into the sky like the fangs of monsters, straight up and down.

This mountain peak has been scoured and eroded by the tributaries of the Hunu River for tens of millions of years, and most of its roots have been eaten away by the river water. It looks like a cliff that may collapse at any time, and it is extremely steep.

Of course, the base of the mountain is extremely wide and deep.

No matter how much the river erodes, at most one-third will be eroded away, which is far from reaching the critical point of collapse—as long as there is no external force to push it.

When Meng Chao was flying all the way to the top of the mountain.

The largest flood peak is only one kilometer away from the top of the mountain.

The roar of the torrent was like rolling thunder, as if the deafening sound alone was enough to destroy everything in front of it.

The corner of Meng Chao's mouth twitched lightly.

There was no wave on his face.

He jumped into the surging river.

Just at the moment when it was about to be swallowed by the river.

In a posture that violated the laws of physics and was not controlled by gravity, he stepped on non-existent steps and moved horizontally to the bottom of the mountain. One-third of the depression was eroded by the river.

boom!

Meng Chao punched the mountain without warning.

Although there is no agitating spiritual flame, no totem armor, and no place to borrow, it is as casual and easy as yawning and stretching.

This punch was still on the mountain wall as hard as iron, making a fist mark that pierced into the stone three points, and even the pores were clearly visible.

However, this fist mark was just a "target" that Meng Chao hit on for the convenience of aiming.

Meng Chao opened his eyes wide and took a deep breath.

This breath lasted for more than ten seconds, and a vortex visible to the naked eye was sucked out around the face, as if to suck up all the oxygen in a radius of one kilometer.

Even the air froze because of him, and thousands of hail-sized raindrops were sealed in midair like specimens.

And when Meng Chao spewed out all of his domineering spiritual energy with this breath——

His heart seemed to have turned into a super racing engine that could accelerate from a standstill to a speed of more than 300 kilometers per hour in half a second.

Every pore of his spurs out hundreds of degrees of high-temperature steam, helping the body quickly dissipate the waste heat produced by the extreme combustion of mitochondria.

The original "ordinary" body shape has not changed much in size, but it gives people a sense of oppression that suddenly swells a hundred times and stands upright.

The two wings intertwined with seven-color spiritual flames on the back moved to the back of the shoulder blades on both sides, and the light became more condensed, as if it had become the tail flame of a rocket propeller.

Spiritual magnets like liquid metal continuously poured out from the space gap deep in the body, evenly covering both arms, forming layers of armor.

On the first layer of armor, the blood vessels and nerves protrude high, not only like raging dragons with teeth and claws, but also like the intertwined and endless roots of a mandala tree.

On the second layer of armor, gorgeous patterns resembling the scales of ferocious beasts emerged, and with Meng Chao's breathing, they formed an ever-changing and extremely gorgeous totem.

The outermost layer of armor has sharp edges and corners, and is wrapped around chains and chains. The chains are covered with scalp-numbing spikes, and the destructive power of the chains has been raised to the extreme!

Waving such a pair of iron arms that are almost thicker than the torso.

Meng Chao still thought it wasn't powerful enough.

He took seven or eight steps back in one breath, almost stepping into the waist-deep river.

Only then did it explode suddenly, and the feet hit the ground like two ground-penetrating bombs, soaring at a speed faster than the train derailment, turning almost 360 degrees, and smashing the iron fist, which was already red-hot at the front, heavily Into the rock wall!

Unexpectedly--

There was no deafening roar from this punch.

There was no fireball visible to the naked eye, or even a rising mushroom cloud.

This was not due to Meng Chao's lack of strength.

It's that his realm has reached such a high level that he can delicately control every force he releases, abandoning all unnecessary sound and light effects, but transforming every bit of psionic energy into the purest destructive power, Send it into the target body!

The rock wall in front of you seems to be the screen of a silent movie.

As Meng Chao gently withdrew his right fist, on the rock wall that should be as hard as iron, with his fist print several meters deep as the center, there appeared criss-crossing lines, stretching tens of meters, hundreds of meters, and continuing Extending to the distance, like a spider web of cracks.

It was as if Meng Chao had cast an overwhelming fishing net, enveloping the hundreds of meters high mountain.

A finger can be inserted into the narrowest crack, and an arm can be inserted in the widest crack—it is still the arm of a Turan orc!

Not waiting for Dashan to groan.

Meng Chao had already thrown his second punch without changing his face.