Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane! - Chapter 1413

Chapter 1413 The Saintess’ End

Ice Storm was hallucinating for a moment.

It was as if a crack leading to the endless abyss had appeared beneath the Holy Mountain Temple.

From the depths of the crack, a ferocious beast that she had never seen before appeared. Whether it was the language of Holy Light or the language of Turan, it was not enough to describe the terror of this ferocious beast.

It was as if all the powerful enemies and existences that she had encountered and heard of were stacked together.

She did not dare to look directly at this beast.

She did not even dare to breathe.

Of course, she did not dare summon her totem armor and put up any resistance either.

Every cell in her body was screaming hysterically.

Amid the screams, strands of biological electricity were released from the depths of her nerves.

It caused every strand of her muscle fibers to be in a state of paralysis.

It was the most primitive biological instinct that the mind did not control.

Many creatures would freeze their muscles and stop breathing when they encountered a powerful enemy that they could not resist. They would pretend to be dead, hoping that the powerful enemy would let go of a pitiful corpse.

However, at the next second, the indescribable terror and pressure disappeared without a trace.

There was no abyss, no ferocious beasts, and of course, there was no such thing as the Demon King of Terror.

Ice Storm blinked her eyes desperately, only to see her old friend with black hair and black eyes standing among the collapsed rocks, looking at her with a smile.

By then, Meng Chao had already restrained the spirit flames and killing intent around him to the point that not even a drop of water could leak out.

He even managed to perfectly control his spirit waves, which superhuman individuals easily leaked.

His real age was in the early twenties.

In Dragon City, he was the age of a recent university graduate. Right now, he was like a young university student who had just stepped into society. He was ordinary and unremarkable.

In a crowd, he was like a drop of water that had melted into the ocean.

Unless anything happened, he would never attract anyone’s attention.

Even if there was a shocking incident like an assassination, he would not leave any impression on anyone.

If one had to give a title to Meng Chao, there would be nothing to give.

Whether it was the “Night Demon”, “Reaper”, “Ghost Assassin”, or even “Doomsday Blade,” none of them were suitable.

Only “ordinary citizen” suited his current state of mind and style.

In Ice Storm’s eyes, the Reaper seemed much thinner and weaker than before.

It even gave her the illusion that the Reaper was seriously injured, and he had lost all of his strength due to the impact.

Ice Storm observed him carefully and pondered for a long time, but she still could not figure out where that feeling in the beginning came from. Her brain had frozen, and the fear had penetrated deep into her bones and through her heart, so much that she did not dare to breathe.

Where was the vicious ancient beast that had seemingly come out of the endless abyss? Could it be that she had been too tired and exhausted lately, so she saw an illusion?

“Reaper, you’re finally awake!”

Ice Storm composed herself and went up to Meng Chao.

“That’s right. You’ve been sleeping for so long. It’s time to move.”

Meng Chao stretched himself. “It seems that a lot of things must have happened while I was asleep. What time is it now? What were you doing earlier that made you so exhausted and covered in bruises?”

His voice was not loud.

There was no spirit energy mixed in with the sound waves of his voice.

But naturally, he took control of the topic of conversation.

“I don’t know either. It’s been one or two months since I woke up,” Ice Storm answered subconsciously.

“It’s likely that we’ve been trapped here for hundreds of days.

“We want to dig a path to the Holy Mountain Temple as soon as possible so that we can return and escape the Holy Mountain.

“But the vertical shaft has completely collapsed in the fierce battle earlier. We can’t find it at all.

“We’ve been digging upward for more than a month. Although we’ve made some progress, we are still far away from reaching the Holy Mountain temple.

“Fortunately, we’ve found a large number of mandrake fruits.

“There are also many mandrake tree roots. Although they’re broken and withered, they contain abundant nutrients and sweet juices.

“A lot of fresh air is flowing down through the crevices of the rock stratum.

“For the time being, we haven’t encountered any problems with our survival.”

Ice Storm told Meng Chao that when the Egg of Chaos contracted violently and exploded violently, a large amount of nano-metal tides made of spirit magnets spurted out of its body.

It was like surging mercury that first engulfed Meng Chao and the Wolf King, who had been close to it.

It wrapped the two of them in a huge “flower bud” or “bug pupa.”

Then, it pounced on Ice Storm, her biological father, and the Ancient Dream Saintess, wrapping the three of them tightly.

Ice Storm’s vision went black, and she experienced a feeling of doom. Unexpectedly, she seemed to fall into an extremely long and bizarre dream.

In the dream, she saw numerous fragmented and mottled images, as though there was a large-scale, soul-stirring war that affected the entire world.

Unfortunately, when she slowly woke up, the vast and grand dream felt like an ordinary dream. It was buried in the deepest part of her brain, and she could only recall a glimpse of it.

Although she could not remember the full picture and details of the dream, she knew she had it.

However, Ice Storm was pleasantly surprised to find that her injuries had healed without medicine.

The ones caused by the Lion King’s Horn of Destruction and the Tiger King’s Violent Blade, as well as the serious injuries that affected her internal organs were all gone without a trace. Not even the slightest effect was left.

She had also paid dearly for forcefully activating the Holy Light Temple’s secret weapon, the “mark.” Her right arm, which had almost been burned to ashes, had also grown a brand new bone. Her flesh was as delicate as jade, and her skin was as fragile as a puff of wind.

Even the totem power in her body had apparently become denser and more condensed with the astonishing changes in her flesh and blood. The combat ability of this snow leopard warrior, who was burdened with two bloodlines and two times the curses, had risen to a higher level.

As for the bruises and abrasions on her body, they were all left by the recent crazy excavation of the rock stratum. They were shocking to look at, but in reality, they were all superficial wounds that were not worth mentioning at all.

On the third day after Ice Storm woke up, her father slowly awakened from the spirit magnet that had turned into ashes.

Although there was still no familial love between the father and daughter, there was also no irreconcilable conflict.

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After experiencing such a thrilling bloody battle, witnessing the legendary and terrifying existence of the Egg of Chaos, and witnessing the Wolf King killing the Lion King, as well as the Tiger King, it heralded a brand-new era once the curtains were drawn.

The father and daughter were even more unwilling to die silently in the deep underground darkness before the tide of the era sent them to a higher place in this world.

Therefore, they quickly reached the only consensus…

Escape.

Unfortunately, Ice Storm’s father, the leopard poet, Ferdosi, had always played the role of a dog-head strategist beside the Wolf King.

Although they had explored dozens of lost temples, they were not good at earthwork. Not to mention, they did not have the ability to survey the rock layers or have any handy tools. Plus, after the mandrake trees supporting the rock layers withered, the interior of the collapsed rock layers was filled with uncertainty, and a second collapse could happen at any time.

Therefore, the two of them had progressed extremely slowly.

They dug in the darkness for more than a month, day and night. They dug to a point where they could not clearly sense and record time, but they still could not see a ray of light above their heads.

Fortunately, Meng Chao, the Wolf King, and the Ancient Dream Saintess were all tightly wrapped by the spirit magnet that had shot out when Mother of Origin exploded. So, they were not hurt by the collapsing rock layer.

Moreover, with the passage of time, the spirit magnets that were not transparent like mercury gradually became crystal clear, revealing their appearance. It was as if they were babies curled up in the depths of their mother’s body, or like little bugs embedded in amber.

Through the thick and solid crystal, Ice Storm could sense that Meng Chao and the Ancient Dream Saintess were still alive.

The leopard poet was surprised and happy to find that “Jackal” Kanus, whom he had placed high hopes on and believed to be the only hope of saving Picturesque Orchid Lake, was also surging in strength from the depths of the crystal flower bud. The fluctuations in his life force were also becoming fierce.

That supported the father and daughter to continue digging upward.

Although they did not manage to dig a way out to escape, at the very least, the air that seeped down from above became increasingly fresh, and the airflow grew increasingly strong.

It was enough to prove that they were not far from the finish line.

“The Ancient Dream Saintess is still alive?”

That was a pleasant surprise.

With Ice Storm’s guidance, Meng Chao found the Ancient Dream Saintess in the southwest corner of the Mother of Origin’s laboratory. She was under a triangular space formed by a few collapsed rocks that supported each other.

As Ice Storm described, clusters of liquid metal-like substances that had originally shone with silver light had changed in nature due to the Mother of Origin’s death. They became crystal clear, sparkling, and clear to the bottom.

The Ancient Dream Saintess was curled up in the depths of the crystal.

She slept so soundly that not only was there a faint smile on her lips, but she also kept sucking her thumb, as though she was dreaming one beautiful dream after another.

Meng Chao noticed that within the crystal, the Ancient Dream Saintess’ deformed and swollen head, which resembled a tumor that was about to explode, had seemingly shrunk a little.

With her temple as the center, it bulged up like an earthworm and spread out like a spider web, calming down her blood vessels and nerves, which had become extremely unsightly. It made her regain some of the delicate features that a young girl should have.

Since she had overused her mental strength, she had experienced cerebral hemorrhage and hydrocephalus, but they were all healed without medicine. Even the fluid that had seeped out had been digested and absorbed by her body.

When Meng Chao gently pressed his palm against the outer wall of the crystal, it was as if a peaceful village of rat people appeared before his eyes.

The five-year-old Ancient Dream Saintess was holding her father and mother’s hands on her left and right. There were still some unwiped mandrake fruit stains at the corner of her mouth, and she gave Meng Chao the brightest smile.