Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

When Meng Chao walked through two relatively inclined stone pillars that supported each other and turned into a doorway.

The two chain blades were like his two tails, and with a natural flick upward, the balance of the two stone pillars was broken.

The stone pillar collapsed for the second time, setting off a large cloud of smoke and dust. The gravel and dust were affected by the ripples of spiritual energy and turned into hot magma, which splashed on the five origin warriors.

The five original warriors were not afraid, and they still broke through the magma like five sharp arrows, persevering.

But they didn't expect that Meng Chao was not the only one hiding behind the magma, but also Ice Storm.

From the very beginning, Meng Chao's flaming battle flames were like dazzling fireworks, attracting the full attention of the warrior of origin.

Ice Storm has been restraining her breathing, heartbeat and even body temperature to the limit, and her existence has not been discovered by the original warrior.

Until now, this ace gladiator who has upgraded the totem armor "Mithril Ripper" to "Platinum Ripper", in just a short moment, bloomed the power of the totem deep in his blood to the limit, facing five A samurai of origin sprayed a large cloud of ice fog near absolute zero.

There was only a sharp and piercing "chi chi chi chi" sound.

The thick and sticky magma on the bodies of the five origin warriors froze immediately.

Turned into a lump of rock hard as iron.

It was as if they had been petrified, turning them into five black, dusty statues.

He fell hard from mid-air to the ground.

Even the astonished expression didn't have time to appear, and the deformed and distorted facial features still maintained the sinister lines.

Even liquid metal-like substances that can theoretically change the internal structure and external shape at will.

The violent reaction from the high temperature of thousands of degrees to hundreds of degrees in an instant also caused them to lose most of their activity for a short time. They could only make a frantic "hissing" sound under the stone shell, struggling and convulsing in vain.

Meng Chao emerged from the depths of the smoke and dust, heaved a sigh of relief, and shook his thumb towards the ice storm.

That's right, from the very beginning, he never thought of fighting to the death with the five origin warriors.

——Although he is full of firepower, plus the ice storm equipped with "Platinum Ripper", he may not be afraid of these five original warriors transformed from the elite of the Bone Camp.

But the two sides are in a bitter battle, which is bound to waste a lot of time.

If the ancient dream saint was really assassinated by the other four original warriors, even if these five original warriors were all killed, and the fragments of the totem armor that were completely out of control were stripped and swallowed on their bodies, I am afraid that it would not be able to change the situation that the entire army of the Great Horn Legion was wiped out. big picture.

Therefore, the moment Meng Chao turned around to run away, he made eye contact with Ice Storm to confirm the tactics they had used in the Blood Skull Temple to deal with the origin warrior transformed by the legendary gladiator "Two Four Nine".

The bodies of the five original warriors in front of them are not legendary powerhouses like "Two Four Nine".

Even if the stone shell formed by the instantaneous solidification of magma could not cause fatal damage to them, it could at least trap them for a longer period of time.

Sure enough, although the five grotesque "rock statues" were filled with the sound of cracking rocks, cracks like spider webs also spread on the surface of the stone shells.

But the speed of the spread was not too fast. It was at least half a minute before the five origin warriors escaped.

For masters like Meng Chao and Ice Storm.

A full half a minute is enough for them to brush their teeth, wash their faces, take a hot shower, and then have a hearty breakfast.

The two did not take advantage of the momentum to pursue.

Fearing that his own strength would break the stone shell, he released the five origin warriors early.

They looked at each other, their figures gradually changed from clear to blurred, and disappeared into the depths of the smoke.

The two turned around and found a few stone pillars in the middle of the collapsed ruins in the shape of a "well". They used the smoke to hide themselves perfectly, and restrained the magnetic field of life to the limit, just like the collapsed stone pillars and stalagmites that can be seen everywhere here.

The good news is that even if the five original warriors regained their mobility, it would be impossible to find them within a short while.

The bad news is that they also lost the lock on the remaining four origin warriors.

I only feel that there are flames, smoke, mist, and spar unsaturated reactions, which turn into wisps of things that look like cotton wool and jelly, floating in the air.

The chain of stone pillars collapsed, completely changing the structure of the entire stone forest.

They are not even sure where the ancient dream saint is.

Only the exclamations, roars and screams of the elite of the Bone Camp could be heard from the depths of the bewildering smoke.

Meng Chao closed his eyes, his ears were trembling constantly, and there were blue veins protruding from his temples on both sides.

After a while, he opened his eyes again.

"Within half a minute...that is, between five breaths, there were a total of twenty-one different screams.

"The fifteen screams lasted only for a blink of an eye, and stopped abruptly at the most horrific moment.

"This is no ordinary cannibalism, or being attacked by a warg.

"Whether the elites of the Bone Camp are killing each other wildly, or they are brutally murdered by the wolf, death will not come instantly, they will often fight fiercely for a long time, and the screams will continue.

"This is a master that even the elite of the Bone Battalion can't resist. With a posture of breaking through a bamboo, he smashed through the entire line of defense, as if entering no one's land, and killed 21 of the most ferocious rat warriors in an instant!"

The gazes of the two locked on the southwest of the stone forest at the same time.

That was the place where the screams were most intense.

However, as they sneaked all the way past, the screams had subsided.

There is only an extremely strong smell of blood, slowly blooming like a shadowless and invisible magic flower from outside the sky.

From the wreckage scattered among the fragmented ruins, it can be seen that a moment ago, this place was indeed the command center of the entire Great Horn Legion, the camp of the Ancient Dream Saintess.

Meng Chao found a huge sand table.

Although it has been torn apart, it has been stepped on unevenly, and it is still stained with blood.

But it is indeed something that can only be used in the camp of the commander-in-chief of the army.

There is also a piece of the skull statue of the horned mouse god that is as warm as jade, crystal clear, and faintly exudes milky white light.

It is also something that only high-level priests or high-level commanders can hold.

It's a pity that the owners of these things have all turned into rickety, bloody, mutilated corpses all over the floor.

The corners of Meng Chao's eyes twitched, and his eyes seemed to turn into two laser beams visible to the naked eye, quickly dividing the entire blood-stained area into hundreds of grids.

He searched grid by grid, his heart beating more and more violently, fearing that in a certain grid, he would find the head of the ancient dream saint who had been separated from the cavity, and put on an expression of astonishment or despair.

Fortunately, after searching all the corpses carefully, no trace of the ancient dream saint was found.

On the contrary, on several stone pillars at the edge of the battlefield, a large number of swords and swords were found, whizzing by.

There are still a lot of clear footprints on the ground.

Even the bifurcation of the five toes is clearly printed.

Apparently, some masters stomped on the ground hard, blasting out with tremendous force.

Meng Chao closed his eyes and used the battlefield information he had just collected to reconstruct the fierce battle in his mind.

It seemed to see four deformed and mutated assassins who looked like humanoid totem beasts, whirlwind into the camp of the ancient dream saint.

The Saintess of Ancient Dream was reminded by herself, so she would no longer believe in the so-called "big horned mouse god" wholeheartedly. She had already deployed a large number of trusted guards inside and outside the camp.

It's a pity that these trusted guards are usually indoctrinated by her in dreams the most.

At this moment, the degree of being attacked by nightmares is also the deepest.

Coupled with the four origin warriors, they are extremely fierce.

The elite of the Bone Battalion, who are still sober, are not their opponents at all.

They stretched out the giant blade with a length of more than four or five meters, like the forelimb of a praying mantis, and tore it into pieces like chopping melons and vegetables.

He could only cast his fragmented flesh and blood into stumbling blocks as hard as iron, holding back the footsteps of the four origin warriors, buying time for the ancient dream saintess to break through.

From the analysis of the messy footprints extending all the way to the southwest, the ancient dream saint should have escaped without any danger.

But the elite of the Bone Battalion who followed her would definitely not be too many.

And the four origin warriors still follow behind lingeringly, vowing to drive them all to death.

The problem is, there was no more scream from the depths of the fog ahead.

It was like an abyss giant beast dormant in the mist, opened its bloody mouth, and swallowed the ancient dream saintess and her party, including the four warriors of origin.

It seems that the ancient dream saintess and her party have learned to be smart.

Know that you are no match for the Samurai of Origin.

I can only hide my whereabouts and voices as much as possible, hoping to persist until the dust settles, the brigade restores order and comes to rescue.

——At this moment, they probably wouldn't think of it.

When today's sun moves to the very center of the sky.

The Bighorn Legion is about to become dust of history.