Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Meng Chao had a similar feeling in the depths of the two ancient ruins in Longcheng.

The scientists of the Institute of Relics called this unknown temptation full of magic that originated from the depths of the underground cracks, and called it "the call of the ancient times".

Indeed, some people followed the "immemorial call" and found lost runes and rare secret treasures, and they rose from the unknown to the ranks of first-class masters.

But that's just the lucky one in a million.

The vast majority of ruin explorers who were bewitched by the "call of the ancient times" did not forcefully squeeze into the depths of the rock formations. It was impossible for normal humans to squeeze in. The strangely shaped gaps disappeared without a trace.

Just being irradiated by raw spar rich in various impurities and extremely radioactive, all the gene chains are interrupted, and the cells in the whole body lose their ability to self-heal and regenerate. In the end, the brain is still "alive", but the body is like a dead body Rotten, horribly dead.

Or, the bone cells mutated, and the bones proliferated wildly, gradually devouring the flesh and blood, turning the originally soft and elastic flesh and blood body into a stiff and crisp bone carving.

It even secretes a large amount of mucus from the surface of the skin, which quickly hardens when it encounters air, wrapping the human body in a huge chrysalis, turning it into a deformed monster like a moth.

"War God" Lei Zongchao gave Meng Chao an analogy.

The peerless powerhouse who once went deep into the ancient ruins countless times as the "number one experimental subject of the Blood Alliance", and heard the "call of the ancients" countless times told Meng Chao that the "calls of the ancients" may of course point to an extremely powerful strength.

But most of the forces are far beyond the limits of understanding and tolerance of the people on earth so far.

Under the guidance of "The Call of the Ancients", search for the power that is buried deep in the ground and destroys the world.

It's like the little white mouse who was originally locked in the biochemical laboratory, but after the disappearance of human beings, he became the owner of the laboratory, swaggering around among various dangerous experimental equipment and biochemical agents, trying to understand the experimental notes left by human beings , and even reproduce human biochemical experiments to make themselves stronger.

Nine times out of ten, such a little white mouse will not have a good result.

Even if they really become tyrannical according to human standards, the price they need to pay is far beyond the understanding and tolerance of the mice.

Thinking of this, Meng Chao hastily extracted from the memory bank the information about the survivors and victims of "The Call of the Ancients" stored by the Institute of Relics.

With bloody, deformed, distorted, unrecognizable pictures one after another, he cools his brain, which is burned by the desire to kill.

He stopped abruptly when he was only one step away from the huge bone fossil.

Run the "Ripple Strength" again, spit out a soft wave from the palm, and press the heart that is about to come out, back to the depths of the chest cavity.

"so close!"

Meng Chao breathed a sigh of relief.

The Sacred Mountain Temple is definitely a dragon pool and a tiger den of the same level as the ancient ruins.

Coming to such a mysterious and unpredictable place, I really can't relax my vigilance for a second.

Thinking of this, Meng Chao glanced at the wolf king beside him from the corner of his eyes.

Sure enough, the guy "Jackal" Kanus seemed to be deeply attracted by the power of the totem contained in the huge fossilized skeleton, staring intently at the gigantic Triceratops skull.

The runes on the armor of the Six Killers flickered and disappeared, echoing the natural patterns on the skull of the Triceratops.

He even stretched out his arm involuntarily, and touched the most complicated and gorgeous piece of totem above the skull of the Triceratops.

Meng Chao was so shocked that he ran into the wolf king without even thinking about it.

Wolf King: "What are you doing!"

Meng Chao: "I should ask you this question, do you know what you are doing?"

Wolf King: "Of course I know, I am testing the mysterious attraction contained in this skull fossil, as well as my own limit endurance, to see how far I can reach my hand and still keep a clear mind, no Disturbed by visual and auditory hallucinations!"

Meng Chao: "Uh, why aren't you controlled by hallucinations and auditory hallucinations, and are planning to plunge into this skull fossil recklessly to devour the power of the totem that you can't contain at all?"

Wolf King: "Of course not!

"Although this skull fossil indeed sent me a tempting invitation, I have read a lot of records about it in war epics, and know that it comes from the most violent beasts in the history of Turanze One, it is by no means so easy to be devoured by me!

"Even if there is no reminder of the war epic, as long as you see that these huge fossil bones have been enshrined in the temple of the holy mountain in such a complete form for many years, but there has never been a warrior who can take away even a single joint. It can be guessed how violent the power contained in it is, and how tragic the fate of touching them rashly is!

"Besides, even when these fossil bones are still alive, no matter how tyrannical they are, they are all defeated by the heroes of Turan.

"Since they are all stored here as 'trophies', it means that the hero who killed them must also be buried somewhere deep in the temple.

"There's no reason why we shouldn't be looking for the legacy of those 'epic heroes', but wasting time on these skeletons, isn't there?"

"..."

Well, Meng Chao admitted that "Jackal" Kanus may be crazy, but he is by no means stupid.

Any seemingly frenzied actions he made were derived from complex calculations and precise deduction.

"Do you know the origin of these giant beasts?"

Meng Chao looked up at the fossilized bones that were three or five stories high.

"Of course, this big guy with three battering rams stuck in his forehead, known as the 'Great Triangle of Death', once raged in Turanze six thousand years ago."

The wolf king's eyes were shining with excitement or fear, and he introduced enthusiastically, "The death triangle is covered with a carapace that is ten times thicker than the totem armor, and its self-healing speed is ten times faster. A full-strength blow from a battle group-level powerhouse can only cause a faint ripple on the carapace at best.

"And the three 'battering rams' on its forehead are surrounded by incredible power, which can directly tear and shatter the space!

"When it is like a moving hill, rolling towards the town of Turan from the horizon, there is no force at all that can stop it.

"It doesn't need to use any fancy fighting skills, no matter whether it is a copper wall or the Turan army waiting in front of it, it just needs to go straight forward and crush it all the way.

"The scariest feat it has created is that like a furious orc tearing off a leaf of a Datura tree, it instantly tore apart a Turan town with a population of tens of thousands and a city wall as thick as half an arm.

"In just half a day, all the buildings in this town were razed to the ground by the 'Great Triangle of Death'.

"When the reinforcements arrived, they couldn't find a broken wall that could barely stand on even half of the ruins in the shattered ruins.

"In the end, 'Fist', the greatest epic powerhouse of the Bloodhoof Clan in the past 10,000 years, fought fiercely with the 'Great Triangle of Death' for five days and five nights before blasting the body of this berserk totem beast into mud. , only the strongest head remained.

"It is said that their battlefields spread across seven towns within a hundred miles.

"After the fierce battle, the seven towns were all reduced to ruins.

"And the head of the death triangle, after losing the support of the body, survived for another twenty years with incredible vitality

"In the past ten years, the blood hoof strongman 'Fist' broke through the mountains of Turanze, even climbed to the top of the insurmountable Fang Mountains, and finally found a mandala tree as hard as iron.

"He cut down the trunk of this mandala tree, broke off the sloppy branches, and then inserted the head of the great triangle of death on it, and tied it tightly with the tanned tendons of the great triangle of death, Made an indestructible hammer.

"In the next ten years, wielding this living warhammer capable of tearing apart space and having a frightening shape, 'Fist' unified the numerous Tauren tribes, and helped the Tauren defeat and subdue the Wildboars, Brutal Elephants, and semi-humans. The people and horses basically unified all the forces belonging to the Bloodhoof clan today, and led the Bloodhoof army, defeated the wolves, tigers and leopards of the Golden clan for the first time, and established the status of the Bloodhoof clan that could rival the Golden clan in one fell swoop.

"Unfortunately, after the death of 'Fist', no one in the entire Bloodhoof Clan can hold this extremely powerful, extremely terrifying, extremely brutal, living warhammer anymore.

"Those guys who try to become a second 'fist' over their own strength, will either be swallowed by the totem power crazily pouring into their bodies the moment they hold this warhammer, and become deformed and twisted warriors of origin.

"Either he aged instantly, as if his life was sucked away by a war hammer, and he swallowed his last breath with an old face.

"Either the brain burns, the seven orifices spit out flames, and burns into a black shell at lightning speed.

"Even the unruly head of the death triangle opened its bloody mouth and bit off half of the body in one bite.

"A total of thirty or fifty Bloodhoof Warriors failed to challenge one after another.

"The loser is either dead or wounded.

"The wounded who are struggling to survive are more miserable than the dead who die in an instant.

"Finally, even the Bloodhoof clan, which is known for being brave and fierce, and fearless of death, no reckless man would dare to challenge this peerless weapon used by an epic powerhouse.

"Without the master's control, unable to taste the sweetness of blood and the pleasure of killing, the head of the death triangle is like a flower that has lost sunlight and rain, and will soon wither and wither, and die in depression.

"In the end, people can only send this dead head into the depths of the holy mountain temple, and stay with the only master who can conquer it in the past ten thousand years.

"You said, I come from the Golden Clan, and my totem style is completely different from that of the Bloodhoof Clan. How could I provoke this famous 'Death Triangle' without making any preparations?"