Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

However, someone was faster than him.

As soon as Meng Chao landed, he heard horn-like sirens from all directions.

The torrential rain was like raging waves, but amidst the raging waves, there were figures gushing with spiritual flames, like ten thousand arrows, cutting through the waves and flying towards the spar communication tower that was about to collapse!

"It's going to fall! The communication tower is going to fall!"

"The communication tower is the lifeline! The flood is so rampant, people are trapped everywhere, lost communication, armored airships and drones have become headless flies, and the trapped people are finished!"

"Save people, save people quickly!"

The roars one after another connected everyone together.

Meng Chao noticed that most of these people were wearing the simplest labor leather boots and protective clothing, which were covered with holes burned by sparks or scratched by crystal clusters. It seemed that they had been fighting in the toughest working environment for a long time.

Everyone's hair is disheveled, their faces are covered with mud, and they look in a state of distress. The wrinkles cut by knives and axes are full of traces of years of erosion. Even the burning spiritual flames cannot erase these unseemly traces. go.

Many people are more or less disabled.

Either he was limping, or he was missing a few fingers, and there were even shocking scars on his face, which spread all the way down his neck and into his chest.

This is the medal they got from fighting monsters.

Perhaps, it is also the reason why they can awaken extraordinary power.

It can be seen that they are the most numerous and the weakest Remnant Star Chaofan or One Star Chaofan in the circle of extraordinary people.

It is not only the cornerstone in the circle of extraordinary people, but also the mainstay of fighting in the front line of all walks of life, eating and living with ordinary workers, and fighting side by side.

Although compared with a strong man in the divine realm like Meng Chao, these low-level transcendents who have not yet broken through—perhaps they will never be able to break through the one-star spirit pattern realm, are not much different from ordinary people.

Twenty or thirty stories high, hundreds of tons or even thousands of tons of steel structures collapsed as a whole, and if they were smashed below, they would still be smashed to blood and blood, and their souls would be scattered. .

But these low-level transcendents tried their best to fly up, but there was no difference from Meng Chao's dive just now.

When Meng Chao landed, there was already a low-level transcendent with gray temples and wrinkled face, who looked to be in his forties or fifties, rushed under the base of the spar communication tower.

Facing Taki, who was constantly tilting and might collapse completely at any time, without even shaking his eyelashes, he pushed his slightly thin shoulders into it like a jack.

The whole face of this middle-aged low-level transcendent immediately flushed red as if it was about to explode.

Distinct drops of blood seeped from the tip of the nose, which even the torrential rain could not erase.

He grinned and gritted his teeth, but he still couldn't hold back a painful murmur, which came out between his teeth.

The blue veins protruding from the temples on both sides were all broken, dancing wildly like an out-of-control high-pressure water pipe.

Meng Chao knew that this kind of spar communication tower built in an unknown area often used multiple super-powerful signal amplifiers at the same time in order to resist various intricate spiritual interference and ensure the stability of the communication line.

And when the thunder is roaring, the rain is torrential, the spar communication tower is about to collapse, and the signal amplification device is damaged, the psionic energy inside is very likely to get out of control, like an invisible whip of lightning, severely whipping anyone who dares to approach the communication tower. on the person.

In other words, the flesh and blood of this middle-aged low-level transcendent was not only enduring a ton of force, but also enduring extremely violent spiritual energy, attacking like a flood of beasts.

Meng Chao's eyes flashed brightly, and just as he was about to step forward to save someone, several low-level transcendents who were closer than him rushed forward.

One of them was drenched by rain and mud, with blood oozing faintly from his vital parts, as if he had just fought a fierce flood and rescued countless workers and facilities before rushing here.

The protective clothing inlaid with the scales of the nightmare beasts was torn, revealing the faded camouflage uniform underneath.

Meng Chao knew that this was a military camouflage uniform that veterans of the Red Dragon Army liked to wear very much.

It doesn't have the bells and whistles or the high-tech features, but it's solid and reliable—like these veterans.

Before the middle-aged low-level transcendent who took the lead in rushing in was about to be crushed by hundreds of tons of steel.

The veteran tucked his shoulders in as well.

His eyes were wide open, his beard was trembling, and the blood vessels on the back of his hands were broken.

What gushes out from the blood vessels is not scalding blood, but a red spiritual flame fueled by the blood.

Under the blessing of spiritual flames, the veteran's hands are deeply embedded in the steel structure that fixes the base of the tower, as if he wants to weld his bones and steel structure together at a high temperature of thousands of degrees, turning his spine into a brand new one. Taki!

The middle-aged low-level transcendent who took the lead in the charge gained a little breathing room

Under the attack of psionic energy, the beards of the veterans turned into crystal clear blood red one by one.

His spine is still as straight as a green pine standing on the top of a high mountain.

The right leg fell off the chain at a critical moment.

Accompanied by a "crackling" explosion, hundreds of parts exploded at the same time below his right knee.

It turned out that his right calf had been amputated a long time ago and replaced with a mechanical prosthesis driven by spiritual energy.

Under normal circumstances, mechanical prosthetics are sufficient for most medium-to-high-intensity operations.

But when the planet's magnetic field changes drastically, the spiritual magnetic interference is strong, and hundreds of thousands of tons of steel are smashed down.

The will of a veteran can only be implemented in every strand of flesh and bone of his own, but there is no way to make the mechanical prosthetic limb stand like his steel and iron bones, preferring to die rather than surrender.

Fortunately, just before the veteran lost his balance and was about to fall, more low-level transcendents appeared on the left, right and behind him.

They went forward one after another, padded their shoulders into the constantly tilting tower base.

There were also people who supported the veterans and the middle-aged low-level transcendent who led the charge from behind.

Everyone's flesh and blood are closely connected, and everyone's spiritual flames burn together, turning into a torch that can't be extinguished even by the torrential rain!

If it is on flat ground, give each of these low-level transcendentals an extremely tough steel cable, and everyone will work together to pull an armored train weighing thousands or even tens of thousands of tons.

The problem is that the structure of the spar communication tower is very special, and most of the weight is concentrated in its middle and upper parts.

And around the constantly twisted and broken base of the tower, not many people could stand.

Even if you can stand twenty or thirty people, you often can't find the position and angle where you can exert your strength to the limit.

Besides, with the continuous rise of the water level, even the originally solid ground under the feet of the low-level transcendents has gradually become soft and muddy, unable to carry them, squeezing every cell dry, overdrawing the power inspired by life .

These low-level transcendents have not yet mastered the power of magnetic levitation, so they cannot walk in the air and support the spar communication tower from the air.

Even though they were all hoarse, their palms were worn out and even their bones were broken, the spar communication tower was still slowly but resolutely tilting down towards the south side inch by inch.

Fortunately, their concerted efforts finally slowed down the collapse of the spar communication tower.

The workers in the temporary building on the south side have enough time to wake up and evacuate.

Watching more and more workers escape from the honeycomb-like temporary buildings, the bloodshot eyes of the low-level transcendents became brighter and brighter.

Even if they risked their lives, they couldn't prevent the spar communication tower from collapsing.

At least, they can use their own steel and iron bones to make the spar communication tower last longer and make the collapse come slower and later.

"hold onto!"

"The extra second the spar communication tower stands upright, the more stable the communication line will be!"

"Not only can more workers escape, but there are also more trapped people who may be found by drones and search and rescue teams!"

Such a belief stimulates every mitochondria in every cell deep in the body of every low-level transcendent.

Let them overdraw their lives again and again, ignite the spiritual flame, not only weld their own bones and the steel structure of the spar communication tower together, but also firmly weld each other's bones together.

Some people's eye sockets, nostrils, ear canals, and corners of their mouths all seeped meandering blood.

Some people's faces, chests, and arms have all turned bruised—that's a symptom of severe subcutaneous hemorrhage as thousands of capillaries are ruptured.

There are also many residual limbs and broken arms of Can Xing's extraordinary end, broken bones that have not healed for a long time, all poked out from the scars, rubbed against the mechanical prosthetics, wiped out a series of dazzling sparks, and "squeaked" noise.

But no matter how much pain and stress they are going through.

No one chooses to retreat and give up.

Everyone unanimously changed the muffled hum into a cadenced chant, leading each other's hearts to beat extremely strongly at the same rhythm!

At this moment, whether it was an illusion or not, many people suddenly felt that the pressure around them was lightened.

It seems that the surging flood and mudslides are blocked by a mysterious and powerful force.

Their concerted efforts finally played a role, forcibly blocking the thousand-ton spar communication tower, which was constantly tilting!

"Success, success!"

"There is a door!"

"That's it, work harder, straighten the communication tower, straighten the communication tower!"

"Fight it, fight it!"

The low-level transcendents were greatly encouraged, and the fire of life burned more and more vigorously.

Even among them, Meng Chao, who also welded his own bones to the steel structure and welded each other's bones together, felt that everyone's life magnetic field vibration frequency was getting closer and closer, and everyone's souls were in the same place. Under the guidance of the same goal, the strongest resonance arose!