Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

The time went back half a day.

In the secret research base of the ancient Turan civilization.

Looking at the green Hope Potion in his palm, Meng Chao fell into deep thought.

The hope potion storage device shaped like a scorpion needle is very similar to the syringe of the earthlings.

Relying on a propeller with a simple structure, as long as enough pressure is applied to the end, the hope medicine can be injected into the original mother through the hollow needle made of special materials.

However, this syringe has neither a remote firing function nor the ability to automatically pressurize and inject, and it is all manually operated.

Meng Chao felt that this was the last researcher. He was worried that setting the function too complicated would greatly increase the failure rate, and he would lose the chain at the most critical moment of the fierce battle with the original mother.

After all, the simpler the structure, the more reliable it is.

But this created a huge problem for Meng Chao:

How to get close to the original mother and create an opportunity to inject it?

"The original mother is not an ordinary monster, but has a wisdom comparable to that of humans or even the mastermind of the monster in Dragon City.

"It has fought against the unwilling rebels in the Turan civilization for nearly ten thousand years, and it has long been familiar with the routines of these rebels.

"It not only knows that the rebels are dormant near the Hope, but also knows what the rebels are doing—even if they didn't know it before, but when I reappeared, the tiny amount of hope potion in the totem armor helped me resist the spiritual magnet. After the invasion, it should understand everything.

"So, the original mother will absolutely, absolutely, never let me get close easily.

"Even, it will dig a trap for me, trying to trick the hope potion into it and destroy it.

"No matter how terrible the price is, as long as the last hope potion in the world can be destroyed, it is a very good deal for the original mother.

"And there is a huge disparity in strength between me and the original mother.

"Even if its strength is restricted or sealed in some way because of its serious injuries, I can't rely on brute force to charge in front of it without thinking.

"Think about it, think about it carefully, what weapons I can use, what advantages I have, are exclusive to me, and the original mother can never predict..."

Meng Chao's thoughts turned.

Under the blessing of the ancient Turan rebels, the eyes gradually bloomed with a sharp light.

"That's right, although my hard power is far inferior to that of my original mother, I still have the advantage of poor information!

"To be more precise, the original mother thinks that she has the information advantage and can control everything. She knows what the last researchers of the Turan civilization have been hiding in the secret base for thousands of years, secretly creating and planning.

"And I just took advantage of that to mislead it!

"The original mother knew that the rebels were refining 'neuron-like inhibitors'.

"But it knows better that even if the rebels are really successful in developing it, the amount of inhibitory medicine they will concoct will not be too large.

"The resources around the Hope are limited after all.

"Most of the resources have been devoured in advance by the original mother manipulating the Datura tree.

"What can be leaked into the hands of the rebels is only a little leftovers.

"Using such meager resources, it is already very good to be able to refine a neuron-like inhibitory drug.

"If ten or eight of them could be refined, the last researcher would have rushed out fully armed, and would have given the Slaughtering Statue a shot when he saw it, wouldn't it be fun?

"So, if I can deceive the original mother into thinking that the only potion of hope has been taken from me..."

Meng Chao thought about it and could only put all his eggs in one basket.

He searched for a long time in the secret research base, found another long storage container, and simply assembled a long needle on the front end.

Afterwards, he filled the storage with the nutrient solution in the "sleep cabin" where he just lay down.

I also mixed and colored with several brightly colored solvents found on the operating table.

Looking at the two "Hope Potions" that were hard to tell from the real ones, Meng Chao nodded in satisfaction.

Now, he's betting on three things.

First, the betting original mother did not expect that he would carry two hope potions, one real and one false, and the one he stabbed at the original mother fiercely at the beginning, assuming a posture of going forward indomitable and destroying everything. Fake!

Second, in order to stop him, the original mother had to overdraw her computing power and even her vitality to the limit. At least within three to five seconds after stopping him, her thinking organs were in a state of severe overload and urgently needed to cool down, so she couldn't see him. flaws.

Third, bet that the original mother will not kill him directly, but will drag him to the front, devour or brainwash him - after all, his totem armor, like the wolf king's six-killing armor, has been passed through the original mother. It would be too wasteful to just kill him with the upgrade of the most powerful killing statue that took three thousand years to create.

Time back to half a day later.

Meng Chao was right.

Now, the distance between him and the original mother is only five steps.

The man was furious, the "five steps" of the five steps with blood spattered!

Although thousands of tentacles shot out from the original mother's "brain groove", they still entangled Meng Chao's limbs like thorn bushes.

But it forgot one thing.

Strictly speaking, it wasn't Meng Chao under its control.

It was just the totem armor on Meng Chao's body.

The biggest difference between Meng Chao, who is an earthling, and the Turan orcs is that he is not born with the totem armor, which is deeply rooted in his bone marrow and has already formed a stereotyped dependence.

To Meng Chao, there was no difference between the totem armor, the heavy machine gun, the bazooka, the main battle tank, and the armored airship, they were just tools.

It's nice to be able to use tools.

But even without tools, with only fists and teeth, he will continue to fight until he sacrifices vigorously, or implements his will thoroughly to every corner of this world.

Swish!

Meng Chao had already prepared for the golden cicada to escape its shell.

It seemed to be a round bigger than before. Inside the mighty and majestic totem armor, his flesh and blood had already shrunk to the limit, and his whole body shrunk by a round, like a spring compressed to the limit, and a power storage device of a large trebuchet.

As the breastplate on the front of the totem armor was actively split by him.

Surrounded by spiritual flames, Meng Chao, who roared like a meteorite, broke through the last line of defense of the original mother with the real hope potion in his hand!

Every wrinkle on the original mother's body was screaming hysterically.

Perhaps, when it subtly brainwashed the ancient Turanians, making the ancient Turanians pin the hope of the entire civilization on the spirit magnet—the totem armor.

It has also been affected by itself, and has fallen into a mindset unconsciously, thinking that as long as it controls the totem armor, it can completely control the human warriors in the totem armor, which are full of pride and free will.

Until it met Meng Chao.

An odd number with black hair and black eyes from Dragon City.

Before the burning flesh and blood were all entangled by the original mother's tentacles.

With all his might, Meng Chao stabbed the syringe of Hope Potion deeply into the split "brain sulcus" in the center of the original mother.

He pressed his chest against the propulsion device of the syringe, exhausted all his strength, and injected one-third of the brain-like neuron potent inhibitor into the original mother.

In the "Abyss" in the original mother's body, a frenzy of fluorescent green suddenly appeared.

It twitched violently like a giant jellyfish entangled by an electric eel.

There seemed to be tens of thousands of ancient beasts in the "Abyss", and they let out heart-piercing screams at the same time.

It wanted to wave its tentacles and use the sharp end of a javelin to pierce Meng Chao's body.

But the green light originating from the potion of hope, like green wildfire, jumped lightly between the tentacles at a speed visible to the naked eye, and spread continuously.

Any tentacles contaminated with green light.

All seemed to be blocked from the nerve connection with the original mother, paralyzed and curled up.

And the inverted V-shaped light mark imprinted on the original mother's body, taking advantage of the original mother's cell activity and life magnetic field, was blocked by the hope potion, and it bloomed a holy light ten times brighter than before.

As if to tear apart the original mother's body, illuminate and burn the "abyss" in the original mother's body!

Meng Chao, the "culprit" who caused all this, was also uncomfortable.

He put his whole body on the original mother.

The skull even criss-crossed against the original mother's body, releasing furious brainwaves.

He also felt the pain, mania, anger and sorrow that the original mother could not describe in words.

Although a large number of tentacles have been paralyzed by the hope potion.

But from the original mother's "brain ditch", there were still new tentacles gushing out continuously, entwining Meng Chao's limbs and even throat tightly.

Meng Chao had already suffocated.

In a trance, I felt that I was going to be torn apart by tentacles full of spikes in the next second.

But he let out his final roar with his heart, not his throat.

Both legs sank deep into the ground, and the whole person leaned forward at forty-five degrees, injecting two-thirds of the hope potion into the original mother's body in a posture of dying together.

Under the stirring of the green light, the original mother's tentacles fell off one after another.

The body swells uncontrollably.

It's not that it's consciously building strength.

Rather, it is a sign of impending disintegration.

Under the dual suppression of the potion of hope and the brand of holy light.

The original mother was already powerless to stop Meng Chao from injecting the last third of the nerve-blocking medicine into her body.

"Jackal" Kanus let out an earth-shattering roar not far away:

"No!"

He has already successfully torn the limbs of the Lion King and Tiger King.

And threw them out of his arms.

He trampled on the chest and abdomen of the two most powerful members of the Golden Clan.

But the vitality of the lion king and tiger king is so strong that even if only the head is left to move, or even lost 90% of the brain activity, they still bite the legs of the wolf king.

Even if you die, you have to use your own fragmented corpse as a shackle of flesh and blood, and lock it on the wolf king's body!