Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane! Chapter 1190 - Gu Raising War

Chapter 1190: Gu Raising War

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Fortunately, it was unknown whether it was because the “Jackal” Ka.n.u.s had attacked in a hurry and had not made sufficient preparations, or…

Perhaps Meng Chao had used the flames of the apocalypse to greatly destroy the cunning Wolf King’s carefully constructed nightmare.

There was still a large number of White Bone Battalion elites who were in a clear and organized state.

The Ancient Dream Saintess did not seem to have died, and she was still able to issue orders in an orderly manner—at least, that seemed to be the case for the time being.

Meng Chao saw a large number of white bone battalion elites who were still conscious retreat into the depths of the stone forest.

The camp, the ordnance, and the sacks filled with sand and stones that were used to fill the trenches and build the low walls were piled randomly between the stone pillars, forming a precarious line of defense.

Such a line of defense naturally could not block the origins warriors.

But it could block their line of sight.

It would make their field of vision only have each other’s existence.

The ice storm had once told Chao Meng about the attack characteristics of the Genesis warriors.

Although the Genesis warriors seemed to have lost their rationality and were as mad as demons, they would kill anyone they saw.

However, there was a certain pattern to their attack sequence.

Under the condition of sufficient spiritual energy, when there were multiple enemies within the attack range of the Genesis warriors, they would often choose the strongest enemy to attack.

If the warrior of origins had been fighting for a long time, the flesh under the liquid metal armor was almost exhausted, and there were multiple enemies within the attack range.

Then, they would start from the weakest target.

Moreover, after killing the other party, they would also devour and use the other party’s flesh to make up for the Warrior of origins’flesh, which had long been corroded by the liquid metal armor and was riddled with holes.

There was also the most important point.

When there was another origin warrior in the field of vision of the origin warrior, and they both found each other.

They would often treat each other as their number one enemy and kill each other until one of them died.

Therefore, in the past, when high-level orcs used such forbidden weapons on the battlefield, they would usually only release one origin warrior from several miles away, and after releasing it, they would retreat from the area in an emergency, they would allow the origin warriors to launch the most brutal and indiscriminate attacks.

Otherwise, what Meng Chao and ice storm saw would happen.

Dozens of origin warriors, who were covered in blood and totem armor fragments were still wriggling and rolling on their scalding bodies, soon found each other after tearing apart hundreds of wolf and Rat Warriors.

Their eyes suddenly shot out a killing and devouring light that was ten times brighter than before. A sharp whistle that sounded like swords clas.h.i.+ng was shot out from the depths of their throats as they pounced on each other.

The sharp blades made of liquid metal extended out from the tips of their limbs. In addition to the deformed carapace that covered their vital parts, they looked like giant mantises and poisonous scorpions.

Even if their hearts were pierced by another origin warrior, there was not a trace of pain or fear on their faces. They were so calm that it made one’s hair stand on end. There was not a trace of normal people, no.., they were living carbon-based intelligent life forms.

It was as if their organs, cells, and genes had already lost their organic life when they were swallowed by the out-of-control totem warframe. They had become part of the entire killing system.

Such a killing system was astonis.h.i.+ngly efficient.

The horrible self-slaughter did not last long, and the number of origin warriors fell from double digits to single digits.

Dozens of origin warriors were turned into a pile of broken flesh, and not even much blood flowed out — their blood had long been sucked dry by the mysterious liquid substance that formed the armor.

However, this did not make Meng Chao and ice storm, who were hiding in the dark, feel at ease. Their breathing, heartbeat, and body temperature had all been restrained to the limit. They tried to bypa.s.s the origin warriors, but Meng Chao and ice storm did not even dare to take a deep breath.

That was because every time a origin warrior fell, he would die. Even the incomplete body would spontaneously combust due to the extreme release of the cell function, causing the mitochondria to go out of control, after burning every dried up cell completely.

The totem armor fragments that were originally attached to his body or embedded in his body.

Would be burned and melted into s.h.i.+ny liquid metal under the burning of the raging flames. As if they had life or spirituality, they quickly rushed towards the victor.

They often wrapped one of the victor’s limbs in a very gentle manner.

Then, seven or eight or ten or twenty liquid metal tentacles were molded from the body and stabbed into the winner’s body brutally.

Finally, all the liquid metal flowed into the flesh and bones of the winner along with these tentacles.

Or, they simply turned into the flesh and bones of the winner.

Throughout the process, the face of the winner — if he still had a face and was not swallowed by the liquid metal, there would not be the slightest pain or discomfort.

On the contrary, there was an indescribable enjoyment and joy.

Just like a seriously injured warrior who had just been injected with an extremely high concentration of adrenaline and cardiac stimulant.

And after being replenished with a large amount of liquid metal-like substances.

The totem battle armors on their bodies would often become more gorgeous and ferocious.

It should be known that the mouse people warriors did not have thousands of years of inheritance like the Clan Warriors.

Their totem battle armors were often stolen from the temples and plundered on the battlefield.

Even if they managed to s.n.a.t.c.h a few totem battle armor fragments, it would still be difficult for a hundred battle warrior to gather the airtight full-body armor from the top of his head to the tip of his toes.

Therefore, before this b.l.o.o.d.y battle that involved killing each other happened, even the totem battle armors that the white bone battalion elites wore were relatively simple and crude.

But now, when dozens of origin warriors fell one after another, leaving only a single-digit number of winners.

Not only did they gather the full-body armors that covered their entire bodies but could not be pierced by a needle.

Many of them were also wearing two or even three layers of heavy armor. They were also like mandala trees, with a large number of s.h.i.+ning forks extending from their limbs. Looking from afar.., they were like a black iron fortress that was filled with knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks, and forks.

The killing intent that surrounded them was constantly increasing as they killed, almost condensing into clouds that could be seen with the naked eye. Above their heads, it transformed into the image of a fierce beast baring its fangs and brandis.h.i.+ng its claws, its stomach rumbling with hunger.

This scene was like a life and death battle that happened in the Blood Skull Arena, the game of the Brave in black-corner city, the upcoming five races’compet.i.tion, and his own personal experience, meng Chao once again thought of a word.

Raising Gu.

As Meng Chao’s understanding of the Tulan civilization grew deeper, he felt that this world, which was rich in mandala fruits and seemed to be full of vitality and strong troops, was a huge insect valley.

All high-level beastmen were Gu worms that were imprisoned in the insect valley.

Relying on the mandala fruits that did not require high technology and natural conditions, the number of Gu worms exploded to the limit again and again, exploding to a degree that the natural environment could not bear.

In order to survive, the Gu worms could only kill each other again and again, devouring each other, natural selection, the strong preying on the weak, in the past tens of millions of years, they were trapped in the cruel cycle of death, unable to extricate themselves.

The rat people were the losers and eliminated in this survival game or the “Gu Raising War.”

Those wolves, tigers, leopards, wild boars and bulls were not the true victors, they were only the Gu worms that luckily broke out of the encirclement and were temporarily stronger.

But it was useless.

As long as the mandrake tree was still deeply rooted in the land of Picturesque Orchid Lake, it would continue to bear fruitful fruits.

Fruits that were rich in nutrition and spiritual energy would continuously give birth to new Gu worms and new challengers, allowing this survival game to continue in an increasingly cruel manner.

The only victor was the totem battle armor.

Over the past ten million years, countless orc warriors had used the most heroic, Valiant, most generous, and cruelest method to shed blood on the battlefield, their corpses turning into soil and being devoured by the insects.

Their totem warframes were not destroyed, nor could they be destroyed.

Instead, they turned back into mysterious liquid metal-like substances and attached themselves to the stronger victor, engaging in an even more intense battle.

While its master was continuously dying.

The totem warframe with artificial intelligence was meticulously and faithfully recording its master’s battle scenes. It stored an astronomical amount of battle information, a.n.a.lyzed, refined, and continuously improved its battle techniques, becoming stronger and stronger.

In a word.

Using high-level beastmen, it was like an internal compet.i.tion to raise a Gu.

Totem armor had been continuously upgraded over the past ten thousand years.

Or, to use a more precise term — over the past ten thousand years, totem armor had been using the flesh and blood of high-level beastmen, constantly evolving!