Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane! Chapter 1443 - A Helping Hand

Chapter 1443 A Helping Hand

The courage of the low-level superhumans was no less than that of the Turan orcs. Meng Chao was deeply moved.

However, the more the spirit and will of his compatriots, who were fighting on the front line, shocked him, the more furious he was.

He was angered by the recklessness, greed, and stupidity of the decision-makers.

Who was it that decided to build so many crystal mines in the depths of the rift near the tributaries of the Raging Tiger River, without large-scale transformation of the surrounding environment and the construction of a complete defense and evacuation system?

“Yes. Building a crystal mine in the depths of the canyon can indeed shorten the distance between the facilities on the ground and the crystal mines to the greatest extent, saving a lot of costs and creating high profits. “However, once natural disasters such as earthquakes, torrential rains, mud-rock flows, flooding, and volcanic eruptions occur, the frontline workers who work day and night in the crystal mines will be very pa.s.sive! The decision-makers should know very well how intense the s.p.a.ce ripples that dragon city raised when it crossed over to the other world were. Even if the mist had truly dispersed, it did not mean that the entire s.p.a.ce was absolutely stable!

“The joint between Dragon City and the other world, in particular, was like the boundary between the two tectonic plates on Earth. It was a ‘seismically active zone’. It was not surprising that any extreme weather occurred here!

“Even without considering the issue of natural disasters, what about man-made disasters?

“The decision-makers of Dragon City should have known long ago that there are all kinds of aborigines in the Otherworld. Since the Aborigines have a way to seal the ferocious monsters in the mountain range of monsters, they must be as powerful as the monsters!

“Even without the floods and torrential rain today, if the mining area continued to be developed in such a barbaric way and grows in disorder, the scale of the mining area will be ten times or even a hundred times larger than it is today. By then, Dragon City will be at war with Tu Lanze or the Holy Light faction.

“As long as the enemy sends a few high-level powerhouses to block the two ends of the Rift Valley, and then uses AOE offensive spells such as ‘Meteor Fire Rain’, the entire mining area and tens of thousands of precious lives will be completely wiped out!” Meng Chao saw this and was anxious in his heart.

That’s right, the people of Dragon City were willing to sacrifice themselves and were brave enough to sacrifice themselves.

During the Monster Wars, warriors who had run out of ammunition and food often performed heroic feats of charging at the tide of ferocious beasts that outnumbered them by ten times with their bare hands.

Even Meng Chao himself had experienced countless b.l.o.o.d.y battles in the real world and in the nightmare of the apocalypse. He was used to seeing people dying in the slaughterhouse.

However, this did not mean that the decision-makers could treat the precious lives of ordinary citizens and low-level extraordinary beings as p.a.w.ns that could be exchanged or even abandoned at will to pay for their recklessness, greed, and stupidity! In the face of the overwhelming beast tide, they had their families and homes behind them. At the point of no retreat, they had no choice but to sacrifice everything and fight to the end. That was what was called ‘sacrifice’.

However, in the situation where the war had long ended and could have been completely avoided, they were so eager for instant success and greed that ordinary workers and low-level transcendents were forced to use their flesh and blood to withstand the destructive force of nature.

It was not a sacrifice, but a murder. It was an out-and-out murder!

No wonder neither I nor the Wolf King had heard of any large-scale mines and industrial zones at the border of Dragon City and Picturesque Orchid Lake.

How could he succeed if he was so l?

If the decision-makers of Dragon City used such a mentality to ‘conquer the other world’, it wouldn’t be surprising that they would welcome the end of the world

The scene in front of him once again strengthened Meng Chao’s belief.

The road to the future was decided by both internal and external factors.

In the nightmare of him and the Wolf King, the strength of the Holy Light faction was one of the reasons why Dragon City was destroyed.

However, the internal chaos and chronic diseases of Dragon City and Picturesque Orchid Lake were also the important reasons that pushed each other into the abyss of destruction.

One had to be tough to forge iron.

Before the final battle with the Holy Light faction.

Meng Chao had to find and solve Dragon City’s own problems.

As for the present…

“It’s impossible to force the branch of the Raging Tiger River to change its co by relying on these heavy carriers.

“The flood is too rapid. Even if hundreds of tons of carriers fall into the river, they will be swept into the swirl instantly and be washed away without a trace.

“In fact, because of the compression of the heavy transport vehicles, the river will be narrower, which will increase the speed and impact of the flood, making the situation even more tricky.

“Let me give you a hand!”

Meng Chao looked into the distance.

He saw the rolling mountains, the meandering rivers, the raging wind and the torrential rain, and every wave and swirl in the tributaries of the Raging Tiger River.

The entire world had turned into a mysterious and complicated model in his mind.

The direction of the wind, the force of the rain, the speed of the water, the distance between the flood peak and the mining area…

A series of dazzling data exploded on his cerebral cortex like dazzling fireworks.

In the end, all the ‘fireworks’ gathered together and turned into a s.h.i.+ning golden dot that landed on a mountain a few kilometers away that was pa.s.sing by the branch of the Raging Tiger River.

Since Monster Mountain Range was also known as Fang Mountain Range by the Turan orcs, it was only natural that most of the mountain peaks soared into the sky like the fangs or tusks of monsters, going straight up and down.

After thousands of years of constant erosion and erosion by the branch of the Raging Tiger River, more than half of the base of the mountain had been gnawed away by the river water. It looked like a cliff that could collapse at any time, and it was extremely steep.

Of co, the base of the mountain was extremely wide and deep.

No matter how much the river water eroded, at most one-third of it had been eroded away, and it was far from reaching the critical point of collapse — as long as there was no external force pus.h.i.+ng it.

When Meng Chao rushed all the way to the top of the mountain at lightning speed.

The largest flood peak was only one kilometer away from the top of the mountain.

The roar of the flood was like Rolling Thunder. It was as if the deafening sound wave alone was enough to destroy everything in front of it.

The corner of Meng Chao’s mouth twitched slightly. However, there was no emotion on his face.

He jumped into the surging river.

Just as he was about to be swallowed by the river.

He violated the laws of physics and was not controlled by gravity. He stepped on the non-existent steps and moved to the bottom of the mountain. A third of the depression was eroded by the river.

Boom!

Meng Chao punched at the mountain without any warning

Although there was no surging spiritual flame, no totem armor, and no place to borrow strength from, it was as casual and easy as yawning and stretching.

This punch still left a fist mark on the mountain wall that was as hard as iron. Even the pores were clearly visible.

However, the fist mark was merely a ‘target’ that Meng Chao hit for the convenience of aiming.

Meng Chao opened his eyes wide and took a deep breath.

The breath lasted more than ten seconds. Visible Vortexes appeared around his face as if they were going to sup all the oxygen within a kilometer.

Even the air was frozen because of him. Thousands of raindrops the size of hailstones were sealed in the air like specimens.

When Meng Chao spewed out all his overbearing spirit energy along with his breath…

His heart seemed to have turned into a super racing engine that could accelerate from a stationary speed to a speed of more than 300 kilometers per hour in half a second.

Steam that was hundreds of degrees hot shot out of every pore on his body, helping his body to quickly release the waste heat produced by the extreme combustion of his mitochondria.

His ‘ordinary’ body did not change much in size, but it gave people a sense of pressure that was hundreds of times larger than before.

The two wings that were made of seven-colored spiritual flames moved to the back of the shoulder blades on both sides. The light was more condensed as if it had become the exhaust flame of a rocket thruster.

Spiritual magnets that were like liquid metal gushed out from the s.p.a.ce cracks in the depths of the body and covered the arms evenly, forming layers upon layers of armor.

On the first layer of armor, blood vessels and nerves protruded high. They were like raging flood dragons that could not be contained, and also like the tangled roots of the mandala tree that extended endlessly.

On the second layer of armor, there were patterns that looked like the scales of a ferocious beast. With Meng Chao’s breathing, they formed an ever-changing totem.

On the outermost layer of armor, there were sharp edges and corners. There were rings of chains wrapped around it. The chains were covered with sharp thorns that made one’s scalp go numb. The destructive power was raised to the extreme!

Waving such a pair of iron arms that were even thicker than the torso.

Meng Chao still felt that the power was not strong enough.

He retreated seven or eight steps in one breath, almost stepping into the waist-deep river.

Only then did he suddenly explode. His feet smashed into the ground like two earth-drilling bombs, flying at a speed faster than the speed of a train derailment. He almost rotated 360 degrees, smas.h.i.+ng the Iron Fist that was already red-hot into the rock wall!

Unexpectedly…

The punch did not produce a deafening boom. Nor did it produce a fireball visible to the naked eye, or even a mushroom cloud that was slowly rising.

It was not because Meng Chao was not strong enough. It was because his realm was already high enough that he could control every force that he released precisely. He could discard all unnecessary sound, light, and electricity effects, but convert every bit of spiritual energy into the purest destructive force.., and sent it into the target’s body!

The rock wall in front of him seemed to have become the screen of a silent movie.

As Meng Chao gently withdrew his right fist, on the rock wall that was supposed to be as hard as iron, with his fist marks that were several meters deep as the center, crisscrossed, stretching dozens of meters, hundreds of meters, and extending into the distance, cracks that looked like a spider web.

It was as if Meng Chao had spread out an overwhelming fis.h.i.+ng net, covering the mountains that were hundreds of meters high.

The narrowest crack could fit a finger, and the widest crack could fit an arm — it was the arm of the Turan orc!

Without waiting for the mountain to groan.

Meng Chao had already thrown a second punch without batting an eyelid.