Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane! - Chapter 1275
Chapter 1275: Angel of Strength
“Angel of Strength!”
Meng Chao reflexively spat out a name that seemed particularly terrifying amid the flames of the apocalypse.
In his previous life, the Dragon City civilization had used the words from the Earth era to classify the Holy Light faction’s ultimate weapons.
The magic puppet known as the Angel of Strength, specifically referred to a heavyweight opponent that was large in size, slow in attack, clumsy in movement, but extremely lethal.
To put it inappropriately, the Angel of Strength was like the Holy Light faction’s railway gun.
Although it was not suited for hand-to-hand combat with bayonets, it was most suitable for destroying cities and strongholds.
In the depths of Meng Chao’s brain, the Angel of Strength from his previous life had fired at full force, instantly burning dozens of Dragon City’s tanks and armored vehicles into scrap metal.
It was thought that this colossal being was a Holy Light soldier from three thousand years ago. In order to blast open the gate of the Holy Mountain temple, the faction had to expend gargantuan resources to transport it in from the outside world.
No one knew the price that the mages and Holy Light priests at that time had to pay to allow the Angel of Strength to smoothly pass through the complex and changeable environment within the Holy Mountain.
However, what made Meng Chao’s hair stand on end was not the Angel of Strength’s conventional attack methods.
Meng Chao was well aware that the Angel of Strength was like a railway gun. In order to release destructive power that could destroy everything in its path, it would store a large amount of ammunition and high-energy materials inside. It was equivalent to a moving explosives warehouse.
After three thousand years of erosion, looking at the Angel of Strength’s riddled appearance, no one knew how much its interior had been eroded and how much ammunition, as well as high-energy materials it had stored. What about the stability of these ammunition and high-energy materials?
The stability of high-energy materials in the Other World was a hundred times worse than on Earth.
During the initial period of Dragon City’s transmigration, there had been quite a few explosions in the armory from the Earth. Every explosion had been an out-and-out disaster.
It was also the reason why many people later chose cold weapons and refused to rely on guns and ammunition.
If he was not careful, the bullets and high-energy materials from three thousand years ago would explode together. God knew what kind of crazy spirit waves would be triggered.
It was possible that the world-shaking spirit waves would trigger the already unstable space around to tear and distort in a way that even Ice Storm and ‘Jackal’ Kanus did not expect!
Meng Chao even knew that the Angels of Slaughter were likely to detonate all the crystals inside and outside of their bodies when they encountered enemies who were even stronger than them. Once they calculated that their chances of winning were slim, self-destruction would be the best way to destroy everything.
The remains of the puppets that were less than five meters tall were not even worth mentioning.
If the Angel of Strength, which was at least fifty meters tall, self-destructed, its power would not be much less than the explosion of a train full of cannonballs.
Even if Meng Chao was standing a hundred meters away and had a totem armor to defend himself, it was very likely that he would be crushed into powder!
Even someone as bold as him was shocked by the Angel of Strength’s appearance, and he broke out in a cold sweat.
The Angel of Strength had not completely struggled out of the swamp, but it was already spreading spirit ripples that simulated the brain waves of carbon-based intelligent life.
Waves of spirit ripples rampaged through Meng Chao’s brain, immediately causing him to hallucinate.
It was as if whatever standing behind him was not an enormous killing machine that was inlaid with crystals and engraved with magical runes, spewing violent flames.
Instead, it was the messenger of a deity with six pairs of wings, golden flames around its body, and muscles carved out of marble. It had a pair of eyebrows and vertical eyes, and it was riding on the clouds!
The illusion was clearer and more oppressive than the illusion of the Big-horned Rat God created by “Jackal” Kanus through the Ancient Dream Saintess.
Even if Meng Chao knew how spirit ripples mimicked brain waves, invaded the central nervous system, and interfered with the visual system, when he saw the “angel’s descent” moment, he could not help but have the impulse to worship it.
It had nothing to do with his strength of will.
The pure spirit ripples released by the Angel of Strength, attempted to fully invade and take over his nervous system. Like a dove falsely occupying a magpie’s nest, it occupied his central and spinal nerves, sending “worship” signals to his body.
The Holy Light Temple was capable of ruling over the most fertile central region of the Other World for ten thousand years. It was even capable of withstanding the torrent of steel from Earth in the future war between those in the Other World. Naturally, it had unfathomable strength.
If anyone other than Meng Chao had such a vivid and powerful illusion before their eyes, even if they realized that it was weird and were unwilling to worship it obediently, their muscles and joints would still be in a stalemate for a moment. The nerve signals from the inside and the outside would have to compete with each other.
In that case, there was a high chance that the smaller but faster Angel of Slaughter would have caught up.
Meng Chao was only a little stunned. The illusion before his eyes was like the moon reflected on the surface of a lake, being smashed into pieces by the rocks thrown into the lake.
He suddenly woke up.
He felt lucky deep down.
However, his footsteps were not slow. He rolled and crawled as he dodged the increasingly dense Holy Light, gradually increasing his distance from the Angel of Strength.
Fortunately, although the Angel of Strength had astonishing destructive power, due to its huge size, it had been severely injured in the fierce battle three thousand years ago. After three thousand years of hibernation and repair, it still had not recovered its full mobility.
It was like a huge crab waving its huge pincers, and it looked majestic.
Despite that, several crab legs used for movement had been torn off.
As a result, upon crawling out from the depths of the swamp, it had been circling the swamp, dragging circles of deep crawling marks. For the time being, it had not found a way to use its few remaining crab legs to advance straight.
However, Meng Chao had already seen many smaller evil energy puppet remains, scrambling to drill to the bottom of the Angel of Strength.
They were actually using the strength of an ant to lift a “salted fish,” working together to lift the Angel of Strength slightly.
That was not a good sign.
It meant that the Angel of Strength had not only found a way to move, but it could also control the movements of the surrounding Angels of Slaughter.
The Angels of Slaughter that had woken up from their long three-thousand-year sleep, had quickly set up a battle data network!
“At least, one thing is certain…”
Hearing the increasingly deafening and orderly roars of the Angels of Slaughter behind him, Meng Chao looked at the beams of light that represented destruction. They rubbed against the impurities in the air at a high speed, stirring up green, orange, red, and blue flames of various colors.
Meng Chao could only cover his head and run away while he mocked himself in his heart. ‘I’ve completely changed the future of Dragon City, the future of Picturesque Orchid Lake, and the future of the Other World.’
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In the depths of the dense forest, “Jackal” Kanus watched the furious lion warriors gradually step into the ambush circle. His eyes, which were as deep as the sea, revealed the sharp glint of someone prepared to slay tigers and dragons.
However, he soon realized that his edge had been exposed. His victory-assured gaze quickly vanished, and he replaced it with just the right amount of hesitation and nervousness. He looked at the Tiger King, who was also lying in the soil not far away. The Tiger King, whose body was covered in a thin layer of weeds, glanced back at him.
Everyone thought that the Tiger King was an arrogant and reckless guy.
The title of “Violent Blade” easily gave people the impression that he was foolhardy.
Such a stereotype would make them forget that no matter how fierce a tiger looked, it was still a member of the feline family.
As long as there was a choice, felines would always prefer sneak attacks rather than fight head-on. They were better at it.
Violent Blade’s disguise showed that he was worthy of being the Tiger Clan’s chief.
Even with his eyesight and the fact that he knew the Tiger King and dozens of fierce tiger warriors were lying in ambush within a radius of hundreds of meters, everywhere “Jackal” Kanus looked was mottled green, yellow, and black. Aside from the trees, shrubs, weeds, vines, fungus blankets, and the snakes, insects, rats, and ants that perched on them, there was not a single sign of a big cat.
Even so, the Wolf King could clearly sense that the Tiger King’s eyes were fiercely fixed on him.
He was warning him. “Don’t panic. There’s no room for error. If anything goes wrong, I’ll Skin You Alive!”
“Jackal” Kanus pretended to be frightened and nodded his head lightly.
At the same time, he smiled silently in his heart.
Indeed, it was foolproof.
Ever since that strange dream, for today, for the future, he had meticulously planned for so many years, gambling everything that he and the Turan civilization had. How could he fail? How could he fail?!
The Lion King did not suspect anything.
It could be inferred from the Lion King’s exploration team. Only the three to five people in the front and back were wearing totem armors.
One should know that although totem armors were the ultimate individual equipment of advanced orcs, possessing unpredictable and tyrannical power, breeding totem armors also consumed a large amount of resources.
That included the secret medicine extracted from totem beast bodies, the stamina and totem power consumed by the wearers, the mental stability of the wearers, and etc.
Totem armor was like a bloodthirsty demon blade, ready to see blood when unsheathed.
It was also like a man-eating beast, ready to eat its own master if it could not eat anyone else.
Even the great orc chieftains like the Horn of Destruction and Violent Blade, who had bodies cast in copper and iron, would not be able to stand wearing totem armors all day and night. Who told them that their totem armors were of a higher level than others? If a totem armor was more ferocious, was it also “hungrier”?
The Lion King never thought that there would be a hunting team ahead of him, waiting for him to walk right into their trap.
The depths of the Holy Mountain were filled with evil energy puppets, and they were sensitive to totem power. Under normal circumstances, if they could not equip their totem armors, they would choose to travel light.
Besides, the exploration team could not carry too many resources, yet the Lion King had to use a large amount of resources to explore the Holy Mountain temple.
They had fully armed themselves so early on, and they had not even touched the Holy Mountain temple’s door. They were exhausted to death, so how could they meet the challenge of the Turan civilization’s oldest ancestor?
Both sides possessed similar peak combat strength.
The number of ambushers was several times more than those being ambushed.
The ambushers had all equipped themselves with totem armors, but the ambushed were still ignorant.
The Horn of Destruction was left for Violent Blade to deal with.
“Jackal” Kanus closed his eyes and finally replayed and deduced the details of his plan. He really could not think of any other possible variables, except….
