Chapter 1274 - Overstepping the Mark
Chapter 1274: Overstepping the Mark
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
In an instant, Meng Chao ascertained that he would never be able to stop the ambush from happening.
The key reason being the person who had organized the ambush was “Jackal” Kanus.
Since he was going to be the Doomsday Wolf in the near future, Meng Chao believed that he had already considered every detail of the ambush clearly, including any changes that would occur during the implementation process. He had already formulated the corresponding countermeasures in advance.
Although his appearance was not within Meng Chao’s expectations, even if he could not make any earth-shattering movements, he definitely had a way to prevent Meng Chao’s interference and threaten his own life.
Meng Chao suspected that if he made any sound or leaked any spirit energy ripples, “Jackal” Kanus would definitely launch an attack before the Lion King and Tiger King, forcing them to suffer heavy losses!
“What should I do?
“It seems that the plan of having the Lion King, Tiger King, and Wolf King standing on the same side and maintaining the balance of power while I take advantage of the situation is not going to work.
“Then, I can only think of a way to introduce new variables. The bigger the variables, the better. The more chaotic the water is, the better.
“The more chaotic the water, the more I can hide my presence. The bigger the variables, the more I can weaken the strength of the three kings. The three parties will feel that they are caught off guard, which will enhance my ability to play the game and my right to speak!”
Time was of the essence, and Meng Chao did not have enough of it to carefully analyze every detail.
His eyes paused for a moment in the scarlet swamp at the foot of the mountain. Gritting his teeth, he flew toward the puppet graveyard.
The scale of the ancient battlefield ruins was enormous. There were probably hundreds of remains that had fallen into the swamp, and it was only the tip of the iceberg. Who knew how many war machines that had been haunted by resentment for three thousand years were still sleeping in the depths of the swamp?
However, Meng Chao could no longer care too much about that.
It all came down to the same thing. They were all people who had seen the end of the world. No matter how bad it was, how bad could it be?
On the way, he had activated the heavy armor form of his totem armor. Between the gaps of the armor, the contours of his muscles and joints were surrounded by patterns that were formed by magma. Black and red colors were interlaced as if a demon had crawled out of a volcano.
The two heavy sabers, the Skull Crushers, were spitting out endless flames, as well as roaring, like tigers and dragons. Even their chains rattled as they were dragged out, and they emitted a shocking killing intent.
Just like that, Meng Chao jumped into the middle of the swamp with a murderous aura. He looked around at the statue-like remains of the puppets and took a deep breath. He raised the two sabers, and the chains danced in the air, creating a huge ring of fire. The blades brushed past the surface of several dozen evil energy puppets at high speed.
The burning blades rubbed against their rusty metal surface, producing dazzling sparks. Then, driven by spirit energy, they spread out like an overwhelming shock wave, covering the entire swamp in an instant.
Meng Chao was not a Turan orc, and the evil energy puppets’ friend-or-foe identification system was not interested in his blood.
However, he was wearing a totem armor that held several thousand years of history and equipped with the Turan civilization’s automatic combat system. It had also recorded a large amount of combat data.
His spirit energy was amplified by the totem armor. The form and vibration mode of his spirit magnetic field was completely different from usual. It had pretty much become totem power.
He swept his saber across, and his totem power danced like a golden snake in the wind as if it had stabbed a hornet’s nest. It was also like a stone that had stirred up a thousand waves.
The war machines were known as the Holy Light Messengers by the Holy Light human, evil energy puppets by the Turan orcs, and the Angels of Slaughter by the people of Dragon City. They all woke up from their long hibernation and energy-gathering state.
The crystals in their body that looked like eyeballs and brains shone brilliantly again.
Meanwhile, their metal limbs that were embedded with sharp blades and thorns emitted cracking sounds. Cleansed by the Holy Light, the rust, moss, and fungus blankets that had been attached to their bodies were washed away.
Their gears, bearings, and transmission shafts, which had been stagnant for three thousand years, began to operate again, spurting out sparks and igniting the flammable gas in the swamp. The surface of the war machines, which had been rusty a moment ago, was now covered in flames. After putting on the burning battle robes one by one, the war machines looked awe-inspiring like returning gods of war.
Their tubes, which had been blocked for three thousand years, were also blown away by the high-temperature and high-pressure spirit energy. Colorful streams of air were spurting out of the honeycomb-like cooling nets on both sides of the cooling system, making a “woo-woo” sound. It was as if a thousand Angels of Slaughter were blowing the horns of battle in the clouds at the same time.
A lot of war machines driven by Holy Light were standing up straight in the swamp, their limbs taut. They resembled spiders, scorpions, and octopuses that had been cast in metal, embedded with crystals, and magnified hundreds of times.
Bubbles were still popping up in the depths of the swamp. The mud seemed to be boiling, and huge mud bulges were popping up from time to time. It was obvious that some big guy was lurking in the depths of the swamp, he could not wait to break out of the ground.
Even Meng Chao, who was prepared to die at any moment, could not help but feel his scalp go numb when he saw the scene.
It was true that he did want to use his totem power to awaken a large batch of evil energy puppets, charge into the battle between the Wolf King, Tiger King, and Lion King, then destroy all their plans. After that, he would have to slowly think of a way to fish in troubled waters and clean up the mess.
However, the number of evil energy puppet remains that were sleeping in the depths of the swamp, as well as their level and degree of completeness, had greatly exceeded his expectations.
Although the Lion King, Tiger King and Wolf King were powerful, their exploration and hunting were all secret operations that were not visible in the light. The elite troops that both sides brought were not too many, they might not be able to deal with so many awakened evil energy puppets.
It would be hilarious if the Chaos faction was too great and hundreds of demonic puppets were annihilated by the Lion King, Tiger King, and Wolf King.
However, if one thought about it carefully, if the Wolf King, Tiger King, and Lion King were to die tragically in the Holy Mountain of Turan at the same time, the Gold Clan would definitely fall into chaos without a leader.
The Gold Clan and Blood Hoof Clan’s strength would fluctuate, and the battle for the War Chief’s throne would certainly last for a long time.
In that case, the Turan civilization might not be able to gather all the war resources in a short period of time and march northward to ignite the spark of war between worlds.
The Dragon City civilization would also have the opportunity to take advantage of the situation and use the Tournament of the Five Clans. They could exert sufficient influence between the five clans and slowly infiltrate, as well as control well-developed and simple-minded fellows. Then, they would become the leader of the Chaos faction and the manipulator of the war between worlds.
It might not necessarily be another way to survive, though.
“Forget it. I’ll take it one step at a time. What’s the point of thinking so much?
“I should think about how to save my life first.”
As Meng Chao’s thoughts raced, he heard the totem armor’s sharp alarm in his mind.
The totem armor’s visual signal was also mixed with a large number of high-frequency flashing light spots. They were densely packed, like stars that exploded at the same time in the sky.
They were the remains of the evil energy puppets that had woken up. They locked onto him firmly and were about to fire a warning light.
Meng Chao was already prepared. More than half of the blood and spirit energy in his body surged into his legs, causing his veins to entwine and muscles on his legs to expand instantly.
His stomp, which had been infused with tremendous strength, stirred up raging waves in the swamp. As mud splashed everywhere, he shot hundreds of meters away like a bullet fired from a train.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
As he dashed out, dozens of colorful light beams formed a crisscrossing net and tore his afterimage into pieces.
Seven or eight light beams still came first and hit his back.
Fortunately, his totem armor had been absorbed, upgraded, and evolved many times. It had condensed a large amount of liquid metal material. It looked like a layer of heavy armor, but its defensive power was three times of that. It was as exaggerated as wearing seven or eight layers of armor.
A few light beams with slightly different angles were refracted along the curvature of his totem armor’s surface.
Even the beams that pierced straight into his armor turned into spent arrows after penetrating about half a finger’s depth.
The liquid metal-like substances that were rushing over from the surroundings filled the finger-sized hole seamlessly in the blink of an eye. It was impossible to tell that he had just been hit by Holy Light, which was even more destructive than armor-piercing bullets.
Meng Chao only felt a slight vibration coming from his back. Even his pain nerves were not disturbed.
Nonetheless, he knew that his totem armor was not invincible.
The key was energy.
Deflecting and resisting the Holy Light required a lot of spirit energy.
Repairing the damaged totem armor also required a lot of spirit energy.
The stormy Holy Light earlier had caused his totem armor to emit a sharp alarm. Before him were orange and scarlet colors that were rapidly dropping in values, however, the grass green that represented “sufficient spirit energy without any damage” was almost gone.
Once his spirit energy was exhausted, the liquid metal-like substance would cease its activity and enter a state of temporary hibernation. It would become no different from ordinary metals. It would even become as stiff and heavy as rocks and could no longer be retrieved back into its body.
Meng Chao still had to engage in a daring game with the Lion King, Tiger King, and Wolf King.
He also had to go deep into the Holy Mountain temple to search for the remains of the giant fireball and explore the Turan civilization’s most ancient mysteries.
Naturally, he did not want to waste precious spirit energy on the remains of the evil energy puppets.
Besides, while he was jumping up and down, dodging the Holy Light’s bombardment in a sorry state, he observed the situation behind him and found that a fifty-meter-tall mud lump had materialized out of nowhere deep within the swamp!
“What is that thing?”
Meng Chao was dumbfounded.
Although the mud had yet to drip down and he could not see the huge creature’s true face, he clearly knew that the combat strength of this d*mn thing was not comparable to the remains of an ordinary evil energy puppet, which was as tall as a person.
Images of the war between worlds in Meng Chao’s previous life unwittingly appeared in his mind.
Smoke filled the air. On the burning battlefield, behind the Holy Light faction battle line, there was a war machine that was three to five stories tall amid the summoning of countless mages and the chanting of Holy Light priests. It looked like a giant steel crab with mysterious and complicated magic runes around its body. The runes flashed one by one, and rays of light gathered above its head. Then, a beam of light that was as thick as a searchlight shot out from the top of its head.
Wherever the beam of light went, the Earthlings’ tanks and armored vehicles were twisted, deformed, and melted like clay….