Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane! Chapter 1304 - From Hell to the Human World

Chapter 1304: From h.e.l.l to the Human World

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Although the Wolf Clan’s leader was usually extremely ferocious, he could decide the life and death of a rat burglar with a flick of his finger.

However, due to the impact from the explosion of the temple and the collapse of the rock layer, their tendons and bones were broken. Their internal organs were bleeding, and they were seriously injured.

The broken bones of several Wolf Clan leaders protruded from their muddy flesh. Through the shocking wounds, one could even see their trembling internal organs. They were extremely weak.

However, facing the wolf leaders who were on their last breaths, most of the rat thieves still did not dare to resist. Instead, they were under the control of their innate fear and allowed the wolf leaders to take whatever they wanted.

The wolf leaders effortlessly took all the food and water from the survivors’hands.

They also forced the hungry and wounded survivors to desperately dig a way to escape to the ground.

The harsh environment and the overloaded work caused the tomb robbers to fall.

After the wolf leaders ate all the food, they turned their attention to the tomb robbers.

At first, they only ate the flesh and blood of the dead bodies after the tomb robbers died of exhaustion.

But in order to recover their strength and heal their wounds, the wolf leaders urgently needed a lot of food. How could it be enough to just eat the dead?

Thus, their hungry eyes wrapped around the living person’s throat.

It was unknown how long it would take for the escape route to be cleared.

One more living person meant one more portion of food would be consumed.

By turning the living rat burglars into food, their chances of survival would be more than doubled.

What was laughable was that the vast majority of rat burglars didn’t know how to resist even when their master’s fangs were pressed against their throat. They were even more docile than cows and sheep, as if their master’s stomach.., it was the best destination for them.

When the rat burglars who were still alive saw their master finding all kinds of excuses to kill and devour their companions, their eyes were empty and expressionless. They were even calmer and more numb than a pig watching another pig being slaughtered, they were even calmer than a pig.

Only one rat burglar was staring at the h.e.l.lish scene on Earth in fury.

In this man-eating survival game, “Jackal”ka.n.u.s finally set foot on the road to reverse his fate.

He knew that he was alone and was not a match for the Wolf clan leaders.

Therefore, he used his deep understanding of the structure of the rocks and his impeccable digging skills to make a move on the escape route. He deliberately led his masters into the trap and created a new one, an even more fatal collapse.

The surviving Wolf clan leaders were once again severely injured.

The wounds that were already riddled with holes became even worse.

Many of the Wolf Clan’s limbs were smashed into pieces, and they were bitten by the collapsed rocks.

The last bit of strength shot out like a fountain, accompanied by the stench of fresh blood.

“Jackal”ka.n.u.s took the opportunity to pounce on one of his “Masters”and bite his throat.

The incredible scene deeply stimulated the surviving tomb raiders.

“Jackal”ka.n.u.s’s joyful and refres.h.i.+ng chewing sound echoed in their minds continuously.

They were stunned for a long time before they finally realized a very simple truth.

The high and mighty master, the clan warrior who had the blessing and protection of the ancestral spirits, would also die like a G.o.d.

They would also be bitten to death by the filthy, lowly, and weak rat people.

They could also become… food.

The most primitive and most brutal battle, which was carried out with fangs and sharp claws, immediately erupted deep underground.

Many times, fear was like a piece of paper as thin as a Cicada’s wings.

When it was not poked, the shadow behind the paper that bared its fangs and brandished its claws was like an undefeatable monster.

Once it was poked, it would be discovered that the so-called monsters were not a big deal. They could also become prey.

In the most primitive fierce battle, all the Tomb Raiders except for ‘Jackal’ka.n.u.s were buried deep underground.

However, before they died, they tasted the blood of their ‘masters’that was half smelly and half sweet.

After they died, they didn’t fall into their masters’stomachs. Instead, they were able to be buried in the Earth.

After ten days, “Jackal”ka.n.u.s successfully dug out a way to escape by himself and crawled back to the human world from h.e.l.l.

All the leaders of the Wolf clan and the tomb raiders of the rat race, together with the past of “Jackal”ka.n.u.s, were buried in the depths of the earth and in the dust of history.

When he tumbled down the hillside and rolled into a stream, greedily sucking the water and seeing his unrecognizable appearance due to the explosion, killing, and being buried alive through the reflection of the stream.., a bold thought emerged in his heart.

Since everyone who knew his ident.i.ty was already dead.

Why did he still carry the name of the Rat clan and live on?

Why couldn’t he pretend to be a certain master, a certain Wolf Clan Tomb Raider, and start a brand new destiny?

Tomb Raider was a high-risk job, so it was normal for them to be separated by life and death.

Not only did they need to be careful when exploring the ancient tombs and temples.

After excavating the ancient weapons that contained totem power, regardless of whether they were used or traded, they had to put in 120,000% of their effort.

If they were slightly careless, they would either suffer the backlash of the power of totems and become completely unrecognizable, or they would be blackmailed by the person they were trading with and die an unnatural death.

Under such circ.u.mstances, grave robbers would think of ways to disguise themselves and change their names. They would not easily let anyone find out their background.

“Jackal”ka.n.u.s had once served several grave robbers of the Wolf clan. Their origins were all very mysterious, and no one knew of their past.

Out of caution, he did not impersonate any of the grave robbers of the Wolf clan.

Instead, he combined the characteristics of seven or eight grave robbers of the Wolf clan and created a brand-new ident.i.ty.

That was the original “Corpse-eating dog”.

At the beginning, Ka.n.u.s was still quite anxious about his impersonation.

He was afraid that others would see through his disguise and destroy his reputation, leaving him with no place to bury himself.

However, he soon realized that he was worrying too much.

Perhaps no one had expected that the lowest rat clan would be so crazy and audacious as to pretend to be a member of the golden clan.

Or perhaps, there was no essential difference between the Wolf clan and the Rat clan, between the n.o.ble clan and the slave clan, and between the Eagle clan and the Maggot clan.

With the name of ‘corpse-eating dog’, Ka.n.u.s gradually rose to fame in the circle of grave robbers.

The Wolves, tigers, and leopards in the circle only cared about how many good things he could find from the lost temple and the ruined ancient tomb.

No one would pry open his lips and carefully observe the shape of his incisors, which were broken, sharpened, and embedded with sharp braces every day.

After all, sharpening the teeth and carving flowers on the surface of the teeth to decorate all kinds of gorgeous and sharp braces to show his valor was a very popular aesthetic culture among the Tulan Orcs.

The only thing that Kannus was dissatisfied with was his fake ident.i.ty as a wolf, which was too low.

After all, in the territory of the Gold clan, the Lion clan and the Tiger clan were the only ones who could ride on the neck of the Wolf Clan and abuse them.

And in the Wolf Clan, as a ‘corpse-eating dog’, he didn’t have any ident.i.ty or status.

Be it the tribal chiefs of the Wolf clan’s large settlements, the domineering military leaders, or the wolf kings in name.

Or the powerhouses of the Lion and tiger clans.

Anyone could step on him as they pleased. Anyone could cough lightly and send him into the most dangerous ancient tombs and temples, taking risks that were completely disproportionate to the benefits.

This was something ka.n.u.s absolutely couldn’t bear.

In the dark and damp underground, between the traps covered in blood and minced meat, ka.n.u.s, who had stayed for more than ten years, could no longer bear being used, exploited, driven, ordered, enslaved, and could no longer bear being stepped on by anyone, he could no longer bear being stepped on by anyone.

He wanted to climb up, regardless of the means, regardless of the consequences. He wanted to step on the heads of all the wolves, tigers, and leopards, and climb to the place closest to the sky, until there was no longer any barrier between his lowly bloodline and the blazing sun, as long as there are no barriers.

Of course it’s hard.

But in the collapse of the temple, as ghouls like killing and devouring, stepping on the “Masters”of the corpses, step by step up, and finally, from h.e.l.l to crawl back to the human experience.

The rat youth of the past, the “Corpse-eating dog”of the present, the “Jackal”of the future, the “Doomsday Wolf”, do not feel that there is any place in this world that they can not climb up; There was anyone’s head that he could not step on!

This was the story of the Wolf King.

It was a twisted, bizarre, and soul-stirring story.

Of course, Meng Chao would not believe 100% of what the Wolf King said.

After all, no one knew the “Doomsday Wolf”better than him.

Although the Rat clan youth in the story was full of sympathetic childhood experiences and difficulties of being forced to fight back.

The final desperate counterattack, the fabricated ident.i.ty, and the miraculous counterattack were also amazing.

But Meng Chao didn’t believe that the truth would be so simple.

In the collapse of the fate-changing temple, everyone died, only the Wolf King survived alone.

And the dead couldn’t speak.

Who knew what happened in the pitch-dark underground, and who attacked who first?

Who knew how many corpses the Wolf King had eaten in order to survive? Apart from the corpses of the Wolf clan leaders, were there any other corpses of the tomb raiders?

Who even knew if the so-called ‘Temple collapse’was really an accident or if the wolf king had deliberately gambled the lives of himself and his fellow rats in order to change his fate and started a dangerous game?

Also, the Wolf King had intentionally or unintentionally missed the most crucial part of the story.

That was the source of his power.

Where did he dig out his first bucket of gold?

Was it really so easy for a little thief who had been soaked in water to soften his bones and become cannon fodder to hone his unparalleled combat strength?

Even in the collapsed temple, all the Wolf clan leaders were seriously injured, which was why he was lucky enough to succeed.

After he fabricated the ident.i.ty of a “Corpse-eating dog”and officially stepped into the circle of grave robbers, how could he stand on his feet so easily?

If it was someone else, they might have let down their guard because of wolf king’s “Open and honest, honest, and sincere feelings.”.

However, Meng Chao felt more and more that Wolf King had too many secrets that were worth digging into.