The Earth People are so Fierce

Meng Chaoyue is analysis, the more frightened.

"Jackal" Kanus's combination of punches can be described as stormy and airtight.

Under his secret control, the fate of the Big Horn Legion was doomed from the moment it was formed.

However, this insidious and cunning "Nether Wolf" is impossible to count for thousands of calculations, Meng Chao, an unexpected factor in his return from the doomsday.

"Don't panic, there is still a chance to turn defeat into victory!

"After all, the'Jackal' Kanus was aware of my connection with the Ancient Dream Saintess, and had to activate it in advance and hurriedly shot.

"His arrangement may not be fully in place. In the Big Horn Legion, there are always strong-willed elites who will not be attacked by the'fear bomb', and have the opportunity to withdraw to the underground base in the south.

"And the ancient dream saint has been moved by me, and has given birth to the suspicion and vigilance of the bighorn rat god, it is not so easy to let the'Jackal' Kanus' mercy.

"Just save the ancient dream saint woman in time.

"It may not be impossible to turn the tide, at least it is a chance to let'Jackal' Kanus be in his throat!"

Meng Chao's mind turned around and instantly grasped the winner.

That is the life and death of the ancient dream saint.

The ancient dream saint is alive, which means that the Big Horn Legion still exists.

There is still hope for the freedom and dignity of thousands of rat people.

Dragon City Civilization can also get a trustworthy and powerful ally within Turan civilization.

The death of the Saintess of Ancient Dreams shows that the rush of the era is so powerful that it is almost impossible to reverse the future and smash the doomsday.

"No, even the ridiculous thing that the entire city crosses into another world has already happened. In this vast sea of ​​stars, there is nothing impossible!"

Meng Chao made up his mind and made a sudden move.

A cluster of metal arrows polished as thin as a cicada's wings whizzed out from between the fingers, wrapped in a little bit of cold light, impartially, and penetrated into the chest of the high-ranking priest.

The frantic dance of the high priests stopped abruptly.

The brain, which is constantly releasing fearful brain waves like a volcanic eruption, also freezes in an instant.

He fell on his back, motionless, and died.

-With the spontaneous combustion of the brain, the brain and the five sense organs have all melted, and this high-ranking priest has long been hopeless.

Staying in this cruel world for an extra minute is just to endure an extra minute of suffering. At the same time, it converts this pain into fuel, which erodes other people’s brains, and makes other people just like him, crazy and mad. It's better to die.

The cluster of arrows shot by Meng Chao gave him a joy, allowing him to be manipulated, and his broken soul gained eternal peace.

It also avoids the destructive power of the "fear bomb" and continues to spread and escalate.

As the clusters of arrows roared out, Meng Chao's whole person, like a tiger descending a mountain, threw a whirlwind towards the witch doctors surrounding the high priests.

He was shaped like a ghost, as if splitting out more than a dozen shadows, appearing behind the witch doctors at the same time.

The palm edge is moisturizing spiritual energy, emitting a faint metallic light, as if it is wrapped in a layer of rigid and soft armor.

Gently everything behind the necks of the witch doctors, hundreds of shocks per second flowed into the skulls of the witch doctors along the cervical spine.

It caused their soft brains to collide back and forth on the inner wall of the hard skull, falling into a concussion state.

These rat people witch doctors were originally two knives for driving ducks to the shelves, and they were far from Meng Chao's opponents.

Coupled with the news of the death of the ancient dream saint, the madness of the high-ranking priests, and the images of the zombie rat gods constantly appearing in their minds, they were at a loss and dumbfounded, unable to produce the consciousness, courage and strength to resist.

Meng Chao chopped to the ground one by one, foaming at his mouth, and fainted.

Meng Chao didn't hurt the killer.

Instead, they saved their lives.

If these witch doctors are always awake.

The news of the death of the ancient dream saint and the nightmare of the zombie rat **** will definitely cause a nervous breakdown and fall into a madness.

There is also a very high probability, like this high-ranking priest, because the brain is overloaded, the mitochondria hidden deep in the brain cells madly release psychic energy, breaking through the critical point of spontaneous combustion, and turning into a black torch.

Even if you are lucky to survive.

When the insane soldiers rushed into the wounded camp, they were still doomed.

Meng Chao stunned them with a knife, and at the same time used the high-frequency vibration of psychic energy to cause them to be affected by a severe concussion.

It is equivalent to temporarily shutting down their brains.

It will no longer be affected by fear bombs and nightmare pictures.

Drag them to the outside of the wounded camp, in a dark corner.

I believe that the rebel soldiers will not have much interest in these guys who don't know their life or death.

Raiders' interests are food and medicine.

Meng Chao's nostrils kept zooming, sniffing for a moment, following the faint smell of food and medicine in the **** and scorching air, he found the camp for storing supplies in the wounded barracks.

He randomly collected some firewood and used bandages, and lit four fires beside the camp.

The four groups of blazing flames pointed clearly to the camp.

It won’t take long for the fire to spread to the camp, possibly burning precious food and medicine.

Meng Chao calculated the time. Before that, the rebels would surely be able to rush into the wounded barracks.

Follow the clear mark left by him and find this camp.

If they want to obtain the supplies in the camp, they must first put out the intensifying fire.

After extinguishing the fire and obtaining a large amount of supplies, the chaos should calm down a little bit, so that he won't cut and kill the witch doctors and wounded soldiers again, right?

For the time being, Meng Chao can only do this step.

I hope that more Ratmen warriors can survive tonight's chaos, insist on reaching the overwhelming armored airships in the Dragon City, and arrive in Turanze!

Before the rebels attacked the wounded barracks, Meng Chao had escaped quietly.

When he came to the depths of the secluded jungle, the plasters, bandages, and even the scabs covering the surface of his skin to cover people's ears all peeled off like a golden cicada.

This is the darkest hour before dawn.

The dark cloud that rolled like a black dragon swallowed all the light from the red moon and the stars.

But with the help of flames in all directions, one after another, leaping into the air like a beast.

I can still vaguely see Meng Chao just growing out, under the crystal clear skin, wrapped in a layer of sharp muscles like heavy armor.

And between the flesh and blood, the criss-crossing spiritual veins are like dormant dragons, constantly vomiting red, orange, red, blue, indigo, and purple... psychic energies of different luster.

At first glance, Meng Chao's life magnetic field is blooming like a huge bunch of flowers.

After months of fierce battle and days of cultivation, the most important thing is to have an extremely fierce information exchange with the ancient dream saint in the depths of the nightmare, and once again activate the "fire".

Meng Chao's realm, took another step, and firmly stood in the "Six-Star Spirit Armor Realm"!

Spread out the palm of your hand and apply force slightly, and you can see strands of milky white light surging from the depths of your pores, like being pulled by an invisible spider, quickly interspersing, weaving, and overlapping between your palm and your five fingers. And cohesion, condensed into a translucent glove with extremely delicate structure.

Throwing a punch at random, a flying stream burst out of the void and went down three thousand feet, and the waterfall was bombarding the deep pool with a "rumbling" sound.

This is a sign that the "Ripple Strength" has been exerted to its extreme, can penetrate the material, and beat the bulls away from the mountain.

The corners of Meng Chao's mouth cocked and he laughed silently.

This is really the biggest and most timely good news after drifting to Turanze.

Psionic armor, this is the realm that the "soulbreaker" Master Luo Wu that he looked up to in the high school era can reach.

He is also an extraordinary person, worthy of sacrificing everything and striving for the ultimate goal of a lifetime.

No, not just fists.

Meng Chao felt that at this moment, with only a move of his heart, he would be able to highly compress his body's psychic energy under the agitation and restraint of the life's magnetic field, forming a substantive psychic armor like a glove.

Not to mention, he also got an increase in Totem Armor, a superb technology developed by the ancient Turan people!

Psionic battle armor and totem battle armor, the combination of two swords, is not just as simple as one plus one is greater than two.

Perceiving the psychic energy in the body, like a river rushing, endlessly, Meng Chao's self-confidence skyrocketed unprecedentedly.

Give birth to the impulse to fight even if you encounter a god-level powerhouse or Turanze's battle group-level powerhouse.

Of course, even if the real powerhouse of the gods arrives, I am afraid that they will not be able to clean up the endgame that the Big Horn Legion is on the verge of collapse.

Before rescuing the Saintess of Ancient Dreams and starting the final game with "Jackal" Kanus, Meng Chao also didn't want anyone to know his hole cards.

He took a deep breath and took all the psychic energy, light and power back into his body.

Recovered to be mediocre, even a little embarrassing.

Squinting his eyes, sniffing in the air for a moment.

It turned into a silent, sharp arrow, and shot away from the place where the flames swayed in the northwest direction.