The Earth People are so Fierce

Chapter 1275

In an instant, Meng Chao judged that he would never stop the ambush from starting.

The key is that the person who organized this ambush was "Jackal" Kanus.

As the "doomsday magic wolf" in the near future, Meng Chao believes that he has carefully considered every detail of the ambush, including any changes that may occur in the implementation process, and formulated corresponding countermeasures in advance.

His own appearance, although not in his expectation.

But if he can't make some earth-shattering big moves, he definitely has a way to resolve his interference and threaten his life.

Meng Chao even suspected that once he made any sound, or revealed a little bit of psychic ripples, "Jackal" Kanus would surely start ahead of the Lion King and Tiger King, forcing them to lose out!

"How to do?

"If you want the Lion King, Tiger King, and Wolf King to stand on top of each other and maintain a balance of power, the plan to reap the source of power on your own does not seem to work.

"Then we can only find a way to introduce new variables. The bigger the variable, the better, and the more muddy the water is, the better.

"The more muddy the water is, the more I can hide my existence; the greater the variables, the more it can weaken the power of the Lion King, Tiger King and Wolf King, so that all three parties feel caught off guard, thereby enhancing my ability to play and speak right!"

Time is tight, and Meng Chao cannot tolerate every detail.

His gaze stayed for a while in the scarlet mud at the foot of the mountain, gritted his teeth fiercely, and flew toward this "puppet cemetery".

The scale of this ancient battlefield remains huge. There are probably no fewer than hundreds of wrecks in the mud. This is just the tip of the iceberg. God knows how many war machines entangled in 3,000 years of resentment are still asleep in the depths of the mud?

But Meng Chao can no longer manage that much.

Still the same sentence, people who have seen the end of the world, no matter how bad, how can it be so bad?

While still halfway, he activated the reloading form of the totem armor. Between the gaps in the armor, the outlines of muscles and joints were all magma-like patterns, and the black and red colors were interlaced, just like from the depths of a volcano. The devil who crawled out.

The two heavy-handed war knives "Skullcrusher" burst forth with endless flames of war, roaring tigers and dragons, and even the chains that were dragged out with the handle of the knife and entangled around the arms made a "crash crap" noise, exuding amazing sounds. Murderous.

Just like this, Meng Chao jumped into the middle of the mud with murderous aura, looked around at the statue-like remains of the puppet, took a deep breath, picked up two war knives, and the chain flew, drawing out a big circle of fire, the blades from dozens of fel energy The surface of the puppet remains rubbed at high speed.

The burning blade rubbed against the rusty metal surface, wiping out rounds of dazzling sparks, and under the impetus of psychic energy, it rippled out like an overwhelming shock wave, instantly covering the entire swamp.

Meng Chao is not a Turan orc, and the fel puppet's identification friend or foe system is not interested in his blood.

But what he wears is a totem armor that has thousands of years of history, is equipped with the Turan civilization automatic combat system, and records a lot of combat data.

His psionic energy has been amplified by the Totem Armor, and the shape and shock mode of the psychic magnetic field is completely different from usual, and it has become the so-called "totem power."

This round of battle swords swept across, and the power of the totem was like a flurry of golden snakes, just like stabbing a hornet's nest, and like a stone stirring up a thousand waves.

The war machines, called the "Holy Light Messengers" by the Holy Light People, the "Fel Puppets" by the Turan Orcs, and the "Angels of Slaughter" by the Dragon City People, have awakened from the long sleep and energy-gathering state. .

The crystal stones, like eyeballs and brains, reappeared with dazzling brilliance.

Strips of metal limbs embedded with sharp blades and sharp thorns made a "click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, and then wash away the rust, moss, and fungus blanket attached to the body.

The gears, bearings, and transmission shafts that had been stagnant for three thousand years were re-operating, ejecting a flurry of sparks, igniting the flammable gas in the mud, and covering the surface of the rusty war machine a moment ago. The blazing battle robe looked majestic and majestic, as if the **** of war had returned.

The pipelines that have been blocked for three thousand years are also washed away by the high temperature and high pressure of the spiritual energy. From the honeycomb heat dissipation nets distributed on both sides of the heat dissipation system, colorful airflows spew out, making a "hooo" neigh, as if it were a thousand people. The killing angel, at the same time sounded the horn of battle in the clouds.

A large number of war machines driven by the Holy Light stretched their limbs from the mud and stood upright, like spiders, giant scorpions, and octopuses that were cast with metal heads, inlaid with spars, and magnified hundreds of times.

In the depths of the mud, bubbles were still "gurgling", and the mud was like boiling, with huge mud bags swelling from time to time. Obviously there were some big guys lurking in the depths of the mud and couldn't wait to break through the ground.

Even a desperado like Meng Chao, who is ready to burn the jade and stone, can't help but feel a numb scalp when he sees this scene.

Yes, he really wants to use the power of totem to wake up a large number of fel puppet remains, enter the battle of the wolf king, tiger king and lion king, destroy all their plans, and then slowly figure out a way to fish in troubled waters and clean up the mess.

However, the number of fel puppet remains sleeping in the depths of the mud, as well as their level and integrity, far exceeded his expectations.

Although the Lion King, Tiger King, and Wolf King are powerful, their exploration and hunting are all secret operations that cannot be seen. The two sides brought not too many elite soldiers, and they may not be able to solve so many awakened evils. Can puppet the wreckage.

If the turmoil is too big, hundreds of fel puppet remains, the lion king, tiger king and wolf king come to a gutter and capsize, and the whole army is wiped out, that would be funny.

However, think about it carefully, if the wolf king, tiger king and lion king really died in the sacred mountain of Turan at the same time.

The golden clan without a leader will definitely fall into chaos.

Between the Golden Clan and the Bloodhoof Clan, the strengths are declining, and the battle for the throne of the "War Chief" is bound to continue for a long time.

Then, Turan civilization may not be able to integrate all the war resources in a short period of time, send troops northward, and ignite the fuse of a war in another world.

The Dragon City civilization also has the opportunity to take advantage of the "five clans to fight for the front", exert sufficient influence among the five clans, slowly infiltrate and control these well-developed limbs and simple-minded guys, and then become the talker of the chaos camp. , The trader of alien wars.

This may not be another way to survive.

"Forget it, take one step and look one step at a time, what do you think so much?

"Let's think about it first, how can I save my life!"

As Meng Chao's thoughts turned around, he heard the totem armor's sharp sirens in his mind.

The visual signal presented to him by the Totem Armor was also mixed with a large number of high-frequency flashing light spots, densely packed, like stars exploding all over the sky at the same time.

Those were the wreckage of the fel puppet that had awakened, locked him firmly, and was about to emit a warning of holy light.

Meng Chao had prepared early, and more than half of his body's blood and psychic energy poured into his legs frantically, causing the muscles and muscles of the legs to swell for a round.

The pedaling infused with the force of ten thousand jun, stirred up turbulent waves in the mud, while the mud splashed, the whole person had flew hundreds of meters like a projectile from a train.

"Shoo! Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!"

Just as he whizzed out, dozens of colorful beams formed a crisscross net, tearing his afterimage to pieces.

There are seven or eight light beams, coming first, and hitting his vest.

Fortunately, his totem armor has been swallowed, upgraded and evolved many times, and has condensed a large amount of liquid metal-like substances. It looks like a layer of heavy armor, but its defense is like three layers inside and three layers outside, with seven or eight layers. The layer armor is so exaggerated.

Several light beams with slightly deviated angles were refracted along the curvature of the surface of the totem armor.

Even the beam of light penetrating the armor vertically, after penetrating about half a finger's depth, becomes the end of a powerful crossbow.

And the liquid metal-like substances rushing over in the blink of an eye filled the holes of the finger's thickness, so that they could not be seen at all, they had just been hit by a holy light that was more powerful than armor-piercing bullets.

Meng Chao only felt a slight shock coming from behind, and he was not even disturbed by his painful nerves.

But he knew that the Totem Armor was by no means invincible.

The key is energy.

It takes a lot of psychic energy to deflect and resist the light of the Holy Light.

Repairing damaged totem armor also consumes a lot of psionic energy.

The sacred light shining like a gust of wind and rain just now has caused his totem armor to sound a sharp alarm. The orange and scarlet of all values ​​are falling rapidly in front of him, representing the "sufficient psychic energy, undamaged" grass. Green, but there is not much left.

Once the psionic energy is exhausted.

Liquid metal-like substances will lose their activity and temporarily enter a dormant state, becoming no different from ordinary metals, even as stiff and heavy as a rock, and can no longer be taken back into the body.

Meng Chao also has a bold game with the Lion King, Tiger King and Wolf King.

Go deep into the Sacred Mountain Temple to find the remains of the fireball and explore the oldest mystery of the Turan civilization.

Naturally, I don't want to waste precious psychic energy on these fel puppet remains.

What's more, he jumped up and down, evasively dodged by the holy light, while observing the situation behind him, he found that sometime in the depths of the bog, a big mud bag of thirty to fifty meters high unexpectedly protruded!

"What is this?"

Meng Chao was dumbfounded.

Although the mud hadn't dripped yet, and he couldn't see the true face of this behemoth, he knew very well that the combat effectiveness of this ghost thing was definitely not comparable to the remains of ordinary fel puppets who came alone.

In Meng Chao's mind, scenes of previous world wars appeared involuntarily.

Smoke filled, on the blazing battlefield, behind the battle line of the Holy Light camp, under the call of countless magicians and the chants of the Holy Light sacrifice, a three to five-story war machine, like a giant steel crab, was mysterious and complicated. The magic runes flashed one by one, beams of light condensed to the top of the head, and then a beam of light like a searchlight shot out from the top of the head.

Wherever the beam of light went, the tanks and armored vehicles of the earthlings were twisted, deformed, and melted like plasticine...