Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Chapter 1268 - Evidence of the Ultimate Form

Chapter 1268: Evidence of the Ultimate Form

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The deeper they ventured into the Holy Mountain of Turan, the weirder the surrounding environment became.

It was like cutting a series of undulating mountains and rivers between them into countless pieces of “jigsaw puzzles” and then piecing them together in an irregular manner.

Often times, there would be a rift valley that was hundreds of meters deep beside a mountain peak that was several hundred meters high.

Other times, a meandering stream would flow into a seemingly seamless rock wall for no reason.

Meng Chao saw a lake. The left side was part of an irregular oval, which was in line with the natural formation of the water. However, the right side of the lake was a straight line. No matter how he looked at it, it looked like there was an invisible giant blade there. It cut the lake in half like a birthday cake but threw the right side of the lake to an unknown place.

Meng Chao even saw a big tree that was split in half from the middle at the edge of a fragmented space. The fiber tubes and various structures of the trunk’s inner wall were clearly visible, but not only was the big tree not dead, but it also had luxuriant branches and leaves. It was full of colorful mandrake flowers. He could see insects slowly squirming in a section of the trunk!

Meng Chao could not help but be amazed by such a strange scene.

He had seen and even experienced similar “wrinkles of space” or “space warping” phenomena many times in Dragon City.

In fact, it was precisely because he had encountered the “space warping” phenomenon during the college entrance examination’s combat test that the entire factory, which had been used as the examination venue, was transported to the depths of the dense fog dozens of kilometers away. There, Meng Chao encountered a large number of Demonic Bloody Moon Wolves and was able to awaken his extraordinary strength in a desperate battle.

In the past ten to twenty years, the space around Dragon City had become much more stable.

At least the people of Earth could peacefully start production and construction within a radius of several hundred kilometers.

Even if they accidentally stepped into a spatial crack, they would often be able to drill themselves out at a nearby area. They would not have to worry about being squeezed into a meat patty by the spatial crack, leaving no bones behind, and they would not have to worry about being transported to the rocks.

However, when Dragon City had just crossed over to the Other World, due to the intense turbulence in the space, even the urban area would often have extremely unstable spatial cracks.

Not only would the monsters come in groups and make their way to the center of the downtown area, but high-rise buildings or factories and schools located in that area could also be inexplicably transported to the fog dozens of miles away from the city.

Moreover, during the teleportation process, the city had completely collapsed, and all the unfortunate citizens inside were annihilated in the dead ruins.

It was also an important reason why order in Dragon City had collapsed at that time. Moral transformation, the law of the jungle, and the winner became the king.

That aside, when Meng Chao had been looking up information on the early stages of Dragon City’s transmigration or exploring the Hidden Mist Domain...

He had never seen a place like the Turan Holy Mountain, where the phenomenon of space warping was so serious and the laws of space were extremely strange.

No wonder the Turan civilization that had transmigrated there was unable to maintain its incredible technology. It could just slowly evolve into a clan society where the strong were respected.

Looking at the scene before him, which was neither continuous nor logical, Meng Chao did not know what would have happened if the person who had transmigrated here back then had been a city on Earth and the people in this city had been in a space maze instead. After millions of years of evolution, what would have happened?

Aside from the fragmented and messy space, what left the deepest impression on Meng Chao was undoubtedly the ancient battlefield’s ruins.

Ice Storm had told Meng Chao that as the core battlefield of the unprecedented Extermination War three thousand years ago, the Holy Light faction and Turan civilization had invested millions or more soldiers in the depths of the Holy Mountain.

The intensity of the battle could not even be described as a “meat grinder.” It was simply a molecular-level grinder.

That was because the experts of the Holy Light faction and the Turan orcs, like the superhumans in Dragon City, could absorb a large amount of spirit energy into their bodies when they reached the peak of their cultivation. Their organs, especially their bones, would be “crystallized,” and they would not decay or break for a thousand years.

Therefore, even though three thousand years had passed, there were still corpses everywhere still in their combat stance. They even emitted traces of killing intent.

On several occasions, Meng Chao was shocked by the killing intent emitted by the corpses. He even thought that he had run into the Wolf King, Tiger King, or Lion King’s team.

Only upon closer look did he realize they were empty skulls that still shimmered with feeble spirit flames.

When the wind howled and blew the crystal-clear skulls over the ruins of the ancient battlefield, these spirit flames would resemble floating ghostly flames. They danced with unwillingness and anger amid the whistling sound of the wind that blew through the skulls’ eye sockets.

Such ghosts could not only create visual pollution or scare cowards.

The brain waves of the war sacrifices from three thousand years ago were still unwilling to dissipate. After being strangely catalyzed by the complex spirit magnetic environment deep in the Holy Mountain, it was easy to affect the brains of the carbon-based intelligent creatures that traveled deep into that place.

It could either cause carbon-based intelligent creatures to have visual and auditory hallucinations, or it could interfere with or even manipulate their central nerves and stimulate their hormone secretion, making them more impulsive, angry, cruel, and violent than usual.

This phenomenon was somewhat similar to the Red Radiance Jade vein that Meng Chao and Lu Siya had explored together for the first time.

Even the calmest prospectors would easily reveal the deepest emotions and desires in their hearts after their brains were exposed to excessive spirit radiation. They would become completely unrecognizable, even turning into monsters in human skin.

Ice Storm had informed Meng Chao that in the three thousand years after the Holy Light Army’s retreat, it was not that none of the Turan Orcs had never thought of reopening the Holy Mountain temple and recovering their lost origins.

However, the hundreds of exploration teams that had gone there each time were either trapped in the unpredictable spatial maze, or cursed by the undead in the ruins of the ancient battlefield and mistaken as soldiers in the brutal war three thousand years ago. They kept killing each other and repeating the “grinder” tragedy.

Of course, many unlucky people had unintentionally awakened the remains of the ultimate weapons left behind by both sides on the battlefield. These weapons had temporarily lost their energy and entered a dormant state.

Needless to say, they were the evil energy puppets known as the Angels of Slaughter.

Meng Chao had seen a lot of them in the valley where the ‘Jackal’ Kanus had fought fiercely.

He could also infer from the fresh battle traces, including the corpses of the three fierce tiger warriors, just how powerful their combat abilities were.

There was also a large strangely shaped, grayish-white devices.

They looked like complicated machines, or fossils of ancient creatures dug out from the bottom of the sea. They resembled thousand-year-old tree roots that had been scorched by flames, entangled with the bones of the Turan orcs.

Meng Chao walked around the “fossils of the ancient creatures,” whose average height was more than ten meters, for a long time, yet he still could not figure out what they were.

In the end, Ice Storm revealed the mystery and told Meng Chao that they were totem armors that had “died” three thousand years ago.

“Totem armors can die too?”

Meng Chao was a little surprised.

According to his knowledge, totem armors were very difficult to destroy completely with conventional methods.

When the owner of a totem armor died, the totem armor would often release spirit ripples similar to brain waves, or simply transform into a form similar to liquid metal. It would do everything possible to find its next owner and lure the owner to absorb it into his body, achieving some kind of magical... “symbiotic state.”

Even if a totem armor was torn to pieces, different parts would be devoured by other totem battle armor.

As long as the owner of the other totem armor was strong enough to give it enough battle experience, its fragments would be “satisfied and behave themselves.”

If it was not nourished by spirit energy and blood for a long time, the totem armor would become dull and lazy. It could even enter a hibernation state, like a flower bud or a chrysalis made of metal.

However, it was definitely not a true “death.”

Once there was a chance to meet a suitable owner and inject sufficient energy, as well as resources, even totem armors that had slept for a thousand years would be “resurrected” again.

Ice Storm told Meng Chao that it was truly difficult for totem armor to be “killed” or “destroyed” in the true sense.

Whether it was hacking or artillery bombardment, or even breaking an entire totem armor into hundreds of pieces, that would only allow it to exist in a different form.

Shining the purest Holy Light on it was the only way to destroy the mysterious substance that made up the totem armor. The bottom layer of its structure would completely lose its vitality and turn into the grayish-white, coral-like thing before him.

Once it became like that, the totem armor could no longer be “resurrected.” No matter how much energy was injected into it or how long it was soaked in a witch doctor’s secret medicine, it would not work.

It was also an important reason why the Turan orcs and the Holy Light humans could not live under the same sky—after all, the Holy Light was pretty much only secret weapon that could counter the totem armor!

Meng Chao was deep in thought.

Looking at the “ancient totem armor corpses” that were more than ten meters tall on average, they did not look like armor at all. Instead, they looked like mysterious creatures that were attached to human bodies. Moreover, he had received verification from Ice Storm regarding the mysterious material that was condensed into the totem armor. Once it ceased activity, it would no longer expand in volume.

He also confirmed one thing.

“The totem armor’s ultimate form should exist.

The totem armor from three thousand years ago, at least, might not have stuck to the surface of the human body like an ancient armor.

At that time, totem armor could completely help its owner turn into a large war machine that was more than ten meters tall with dozens of liquid metal tentacles.

The mysterious material could break away from the armor’s form and the human body’s restriction.

With that in mind, turning it into an airship that was more than a hundred meters long, or even more than a thousand meters long, to break through the atmosphere, carry out interstellar travel, and even blast apart the orbital space station in one shot... That was not a whimsical idea, right?

“Look, Thousand Blades Peak is up ahead!”

Ice Storm’s words interrupted Meng Chao’s wild imagination.