Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane! Chapter 1293 - The Demon King of Terror

Chapter 1293: The Demon King of Terror

Also, if the Turan civilization of the past really possessed technology that was even more extraordinary than Earth’s in the 22nd century, and it could control the transmigration engine to traverse the sea of stars, use incredible materials to build buildings that were thousands of meters tall and crooked, as well as create the ultimate individual weapon that could change at will and self-repair…

Then, how did such a powerful and glorious civilization end up in the present day, where they could only rely on the rule of the clans and were on the verge of eating raw meat and blood?

Putting everything else aside, Meng Chao did not believe that the modern Turan people, who were half-human and half-beast, were no different from wolves, tigers, and leopards. That was what the ancient Turan people were happy to see.

It had long been proven that relying on the sharpness of claws and teeth was not helpful to the development of civilization. Instead, it was a symbol of weakness.

What exactly caused the continuous degradation of the Turan civilization?

Since Dragon City and Starfall City had transmigrated to the Other World, would the degradation and collapse of the Turan civilization repeat itself on earth?

What lessons could the Turan civilization bring to the Dragon City civilization?

Also, what was going on with the Holy Light faction?

If the human race of the Holy Light, like the Earthlings and the Turan orcs, were not natives of the Other World but had been summoned there by the transmigration engine, it would be impossible for them to forget the fact that they had come from the depths of the sea of stars.

How could they forget where they came from and treat the Other World as the only place that truly existed at the center of the sea of stars?

What was the so-called “Holy Light” that they wors.h.i.+ped and wrapped up the entire Other World firmly, destroying Picturesque Orchid Lake and Dragon City in Meng Chao’s memories from his previous life?

Besides, Meng Chao had once seen the appearance of the Ancients and the mother in the monster mastermind’s memory cells, which were comparable to G.o.ds and demons destroying the world.

Billions of years later, where did the Ancients and mother that once controlled the entire Other World go?

Had both sides suffered heavy losses and gotten annihilated in the long river of history, or…

Had they become completely different forms and were secretly spying on the ignorant Other World races?

These questions were too profound and distant.

For a moment, Meng Chao was unable to understand the mysteries behind them.

He could only pull his gaze back to the Wolf King.

He discovered that “Jackal” Ka.n.u.s was an interesting fellow.

This fellow must have discovered that he was an Earthling, or at the very least, not a Turan.

Xiangtibasha—Starfall City, should be a well-known secret of the Turan people. Hence, there would not have been a need for him to introduce and explain it in such detail if Meng Chao was a Turan orc.

Was he expressing goodwill by revealing everything he knew?

Meng Chao did not think he was so bold to the point that the Wolf King could completely forget how he had destroyed his entire plan so quickly.

Therefore, the Wolf King not only knew about the existence of Earthlings.

It was likely that the Wolf King also knew about the existence and strength of Dragon City. He also knew that the Dragon City civilization was lurking behind Picturesque Orchid Lake and that they had the geographical advantage from a high vantage point.

He was clear about how powerful the superhumans of Dragon City and the torrent of steel were, as well as how much help they could bring to him if they worked together.

Not forgetting, how much trouble they could cause him if both of them fell out with each other…

In the face of the great benefits of pulling Dragon City’s civilization into their own chariot, the small unhappiness between the Wolf King and Meng Chao was really not even a small pea. This was also very much in line with the founder and helmsman of the chaos camp in his previous life, with a flip of his hand, he could become the cloud, and with a flip of his hand, he could become the rain. In the face of benefits, he could betray everything and endure everything.

Meng Chao had to admit that regardless of whether he was righteous or evil, the Wolf King was indeed a smart person.

Even if they used each other, the att.i.tude he displayed could save Meng Chao a lot of trouble.

The only thing that Meng Chao was uncertain about now was whether the Wolf King, whose strength and ambition had expanded beyond the critical point, would transform into a Doomsday Wolf and become headstrong and willful once he obtained the Holy Mountain’s inheritance. He had to launch an all-out war against the land of Holy Light without any conditions being ripe.

If he could figure out the Wolf King’s trump card, impose some kind of restriction on him, and persuade him to take a long-term plan.

Cooperating with the Wolf King to reach a more stable alliance than in his previous life and achieve a win-win situation between Dragon City and Picturesque Orchid Lake might not be an option.

Just as Meng Chao’s thoughts were running fast…

The mirage that was triggered by the totem power gradually dimmed.

The illusionary image of Starfall City that was s.h.i.+ning with silver light turned into tiny spirit ripples again and dispersed in the wind that was ten thousand meters high in the sky.

However, with a series of cracking noises, new movements were heard from the depths of the battlefield that looked like an ancient tomb.

A lot of spirit energy ripples seeped into the remains of the Angel of Slaughter that looked like a fossil.

A lot of “fossils” had been resurrected.

They were like an enormous army of skeletons struggling to crawl out of the abyss of h.e.l.l. They struggled to move their bones and fumble for weapons on the ground, trying to straighten their backs and continue the fierce battle that had taken place three thousand years ago.

Although the gray surface that was filled with holes like fossils could not be nourished and purified by spirit energy like the remains of the Angel of Slaughter below, they were still s.h.i.+ning and translucent.

However, the spirit flames that spurted out of the honeycomb-like holes still added a solemn and solemn aura to them.

The spirit flames turned into countless complicated and dazzling magical rune arrays around the super giant slaughter angels, surging out flames, icicles, wind blades, and venom… all kinds of magical attacks enveloped the entire battlefield.

Even Meng Chao and the Wolf King’s brains were shaken by the magic. They saw a brand new illusion in a trance—it was as if countless birdmen with golden wings fell from the sky, their incomparably sharp feathers interweaving together. They formed an iron wall that was burning with golden flames.

In front of the golden wall, there was a man with a white beard and white brows wearing a white robe embroidered with golden runes. His body was surrounded by hundreds of magic rune arrays. He looked like a typical Nine-ring Magician. He raised his staff that was surrounded by Holy Light and said in a deep voice that sounded like thunder from the ground, “Don’t… open… the… underground… to awaken… the… Demon King… of Terror.”

What was puzzling was that the warning of the Nine-ring Magician was not in the language of Holy Light, but in Turan.

That was really strange.

As everyone knew, the Holy Light humans claimed to be the spirits of all living things, but they treated the orcs, trolls, undead, demons, giants, and even the black-haired and black-eyed Earthlings who lived on the edge of the Other World as if they were unclean people born from the darkness.

The language of unclean people was naturally filthy, vulgar, and evil.

Therefore, even with the wisdom of a Nine-ring Magician, it was easy to understand the Turan civilization’s language system, which was not complicated.

However, very few people in the upper cla.s.s of the Land of Holy Light would use such “filthy language” in public.

Even though he knew that the image of this indomitable Nine-ring Magician was only a spiritual imprint left behind by a great mage three thousand years ago.

Meng Chao could not help but glance at the Wolf King.

He used his eyes to express his doubt. “Didn’t you say that the remaining Angel of Slaughters and magic power here were exhausted long ago and that it was impossible for them to restart?”

The Wolf King gestured for him to calm down and stared at the changes in the magic ripples above the fossil forest. A moment later, a confident smile appeared on his face.

Sure enough, the illusions of the birdmen, the golden city walls, and the Nine-ring Magician were like lightning on a summer afternoon. They came and went quickly.

After a short moment, as if all of its power had been used up, the golden illusion instantly dimmed. It collapsed and disappeared even faster than the illusion of Starfall City. In an instant, it disappeared without a trace.

Only a few dozen gigantic Angels of Slaughter that were barely able to stand up were left. They were like sand towers that had been exposed to the scorching sun for half a day and had lost all moisture and stickiness. They were swept by a fierce wind and instantly collapsed, disintegrating in the air. They turned into powder that was even finer than sand.

The scene of dozens of gigantic Angels of Slaughter that were as tall as towers turning into dust at the same time and dispersing with the wind made Meng Chao click his tongue in wonder.

If not for the fact that a lot of dust had drifted to where he and the Wolf King were hiding, he would have rubbed it repeatedly and tested it repeatedly with his spirit energy. He would confirm that the dust had really lost all its vitality and that it was absolutely impossible for it to be rea.s.sembled and resurrected. He really could not believe his eyes.

“As I’ve said before, these gigantic evil energy puppets were already broken into pieces during the fierce battle three thousand years ago. They ran out of ammunition and food, and the last drop of so-called ‘Holy Light power’ was exhausted.”

The Wolf King sneered. “For three thousand years, they remained here, silently enduring the erosion of the totem power leaked out of the Holy Mountain temple. Every sh.e.l.l and every part inside had been corroded until they were brittle.

“If they had stayed on the ground and stayed still, they might have been able to maintain their complete form.

“However, if they had to struggle to restart, they would be reduced to ashes.

“Even the seemingly dangerous magic rune arrays and the dazzling frost and flames are just like a spent arrow, deliberately trying to be mysterious.

“If we had come to explore the Holy Mountain temple one or two thousand years ago, the magic traps set by the Holy Light Army before they left might have caused some trouble.

“But three thousand years is enough to erode all the traps and runes in the magic rune arrays, leaving them with only the ability to bluff.

“Otherwise, there’s no need for these magic traps to voluntarily expose their existence, don’t you think so?”

Meng Chao pondered for a moment and admitted that the Wolf King was right.

A dog that could bite would not bark. It could really create a large-scale destructive magic power, and it did not need to deliberately create such a magnificent sound, light, and electricity effect to scare people.

“What about the illusion of the Nine-ring Magician?”

Meng Chao thought quickly and asked again, “He seems to be trying to stop others from entering the Holy Mountain temple. What’s interesting is that he was speaking in Turan language. That’s a warning from the Holy Light faction’s Nine-ring Magician three thousand years ago to the Turan orcs in the future.

“He seems to be saying, ‘Don’t wake the Demon King of Terror.’ What is that? Was there a powerful existence called the Demon King of Terror in the amongst the Turan ancestral spirits?”

“Who knows? The so-called Demon King of Terror is probably a cowardly member of the Holy Light faction. It’s a disparaging term for our great ancestral spirit, right?”

The Wolf King sneered. “He wants to use such a preposterous warning to stop us from obtaining the power of the ancestral spirit? What a joke!”

Meng Chao’s gaze swept across the Wolf King’s face like lightning.

His sharp senses caught the subtle changes in his emotions.

He was lying.

“Jackal” Ka.n.u.s knew exactly what the Demon King of Terror was..