"As expected of the past ten thousand years, the spiritual energy in the center of the Holy Light Land was the most surging, and the Holy Light camp was the most powerful in the 'Era of the Great Extinction Order'!

“I don’t know how so many ‘Power Angels’, even the ‘Seat Angels’ and ‘Main Angels’ that are even bigger than the ‘Power Angels’, were transported to the top of the Holy Mountain across a height of tens of thousands of meters!

"And the totem armor worn by the orc warriors three thousand years ago was obviously larger, thicker and more terrifying than it is now. Most of the armor could easily expand to a height of ten or twenty meters, which would be like the corpse of a famous orc warrior.

, they all turned into giants standing tall on the sky and the earth!”

Meng Chao's heart was filled with excitement when he saw it, and he was amazed.

In the fragmented carapace of many super-giant killing angels, he saw flywheels, balance wheels, escape wheels and vibration systems as precise as clocks.

Gears as thin as cicada wings, transmission arms as thin as hair, and magic runes engraved on the surface of mechanical components that are smaller than grains of rice but delicate, and super-giant killing angels that are often tens of meters high, form a

A stark contrast.

The materials science, mechanics, aerodynamics and mass-energy conversion principles contained in it are vaguely beyond the cognitive scope of people on earth.

However, Meng Chao did not see any mechanical transmission structure inside other killing angels that were smaller in size, simple, smooth and low-key in appearance, but surrounded by the corpses of more advanced orcs.

There are no gears, no bearings, no screws, and no hairy, spirally wound pipes and cables.

Only some geometric objects that have lost their luster and texture can be seen, like dried internal organs, stuffed into the body of the Killing Angel for no reason.

These killing angels completely abandoned the traditional mechanical transmission mechanism.

It uses a method that is completely incomprehensible to the people on earth to convert super energy into destructive power that destroys the world.

Just like what Meng Chao saw on the ancient battlefield, the crystal-clear military fortresses of the "ancients".

Perhaps, this is "magic".

"It's spectacular, isn't it?"

The Wolf King was also beside Meng Chao, with his paws behind his back, admiring the magnificent ruins of the ancient battlefield.

After watching it for a long time, he said, "The 'War of Extinction' three thousand years ago was the most exciting and far-reaching decisive battle in the past ten thousand years, except for the 'War of Glory' that was about to break out next.

"That was the most powerful era of the Holy Light camp in the past ten thousand years.

"The spiritual tide in the Land of Holy Light surges periodically, and powerful people from humans, dwarves, and elves emerge in endlessly. Countless magic circles that were extremely difficult to draw successfully in the past, and magic devices that cannot operate at all, have inspired the most powerful

The power of.

"The devout prayers of the Holy Light Priests soared into the sky, summoning countless killing crystals from the sky.

"Implant these killing crystals into the magic puppets forged by the dwarves, and they will become extremely terrifying super giant evil puppets.

"The most powerful super giant evil puppet is ten times more lethal than the self-destruction we just experienced. Our ancestors often had to pay the price of a war gang or even half a war group to destroy one.

Such a terrifying machine.

"On the other hand, the orc warriors three thousand years ago are stronger than us three thousand years later.

"It's not that our training isn't hard enough, or that our killings aren't crazy enough, or that we don't have the determination of our ancestors to die. It's really because our totem armor hasn't evolved to its extreme yet.

"Three thousand years ago, the Holy Mountain Temple had not been sealed, and the road leading to the Holy Mountain Temple was not as difficult and dangerous as it is now.

"At that time, as long as the warriors of the five major clans fought to the death in the arena or the battlefield and accumulated enough glory, meritorious service and combat experience, they could come to the Holy Mountain, enter the temple, and pass ancient and mysterious rituals.

Sacrifice his glory and combat experience to the sleeping ancestors.

"The ancestral spirit will strengthen and stabilize his totem armor to varying degrees based on his merits, combat experience, and the strength of his body and soul.

"Today's orc warriors, even tribal chiefs who have experienced hundreds of battles, and powerful warriors with illustrious reputations, can integrate the power of at most seven or eight sets of totem armor and display no more than nine characteristics.

"Whether it's the 'Horn of Destruction' or the 'Blade of Fury', they have aroused the power of the totem to the extreme, and the height of the totem armor will not exceed twenty arms.

"Forcibly absorbing and superimposing too many layers of totem armor will only cause totem powers of different natures to interfere with each other and cause chaos. In the end, the totem armor will backfire and turn into a half-human, half-metal origin warrior who has lost his mind.

.

"But that wasn't the case three thousand years ago.

"At that time, relying on the help of the ancestral spirits, the orc warriors were able to coordinate the power of totems of different properties deep in the holy mountain temple, making the totem armor that the strong could control became larger, more complex, stronger, and more sophisticated.

"The totem armor is no longer as simple as an armor that sticks to the skin, but can become an ultimate killing machine that is larger and more violent than a super giant fel puppet, as you can see.

"It is a pity that the Holy Light Army paid an extremely heavy price three thousand years ago and finally sealed the Holy Mountain Temple and interrupted the road to the top of the Holy Mountain. There are still countless dormant souls hidden deep in the Holy Mountain.

The remains of a fel golem.

"So much so that in the entire three thousand years, no orc warrior has been lucky enough to enter the Holy Mountain Temple to listen to the teachings of the oldest ancestors, and with their blessings, he can use the endless power of totems to

Gathered together, the totem armor shows its most powerful true face.

"until today.

"Until we.

"The two of us are the first warriors to set foot on the top of the Holy Mountain in three thousand years.

"As long as we can lift the seal, restart the temple, and get the blessings of the ancient ancestors, we can strengthen our totem armor to the extreme and become the most powerful person in the entire Tulanze.

"When the time comes, I believe that our joint efforts will not only make the 'Horn of Destruction' and 'Blade of Fury' tremble, but also the entire Tulanze, and even the entire Land of Holy Light.

Those who are dormant in the Holy Light Temple and are willing to act as the lackeys of the Holy Light and let the sky always dominate the earth are trembling, and let them pay the price of... destruction!"

The Wolf King stretched out his sharp claws and grasped the void fiercely. The flames spurted out from his palms, like a temple shrouded in holy light, and was crushed to pieces by his grasp.

Meng Chaozhou will not easily eat the cake drawn by the Wolf King.

He turned a deaf ear and continued to concentrate on observing the remains of super giant killing machines that were swaying here and there, densely packed, and blocking every road in the fossil jungle.

After pondering for a long time, he said cautiously: "Compared with how to restart the Holy Mountain Temple, I am still more worried about whether there are still a few dead fish that have slipped through the net among these big guys in front of me, just like the one who just self-destructed.

Is that the same thing?"

"Don't worry, the top of the Holy Mountain is different from the Scarlet Peak. In the decisive battle three thousand years ago, this was the entrance to the Holy Mountain Temple. It was also the place where the Holy Light Army fought desperately to attack and the Turan warriors fought to protect it."

The Wolf King said, "At that time, on the battlefield in front of us, every warrior was eager to squeeze out the last drop of power from his blood, and every killing machine would exchange the last crystal stone into the power to destroy the world.

, blasted out fiercely, wishing to blast the opponent to pieces from the inside out. How could there be any remaining strength and has been dormant until today.

"Besides, this is the highest point of the entire holy mountain, and the violent spiritual energy is constantly surging over, causing the weathering and erosion here to be ten times faster than the suspended mountains below.

"Many of the Fel Puppet remains underneath still maintain their rusty and moss-covered appearance, but the Fel Puppet remains here have all turned into gray-white fossils. They have been dead for a long time. How can they possibly wake up?

"However, your worries are reasonable. Just in case, we can test it."

The Wolf King said, and slowly extracted an arm length from the totem armor, which was covered with patina and stained with soil, like a metal cylinder excavated from a lost temple somewhere.

Between his ten fingers, the spiritual flame surged like lightning, rubbing back and forth on the metal cylinder, cleaning away all the patina and soil, revealing the mysterious, complex and lifelike totem engraved on the cylinder.

No, it is not a totem, but a painting composed of hundreds of totems. Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs.

It was like a miniature mural, depicting countless jackals, tigers and leopards, facing a glorious city and worshiping it.

The Wolf King made a gesture towards Meng Chao.

It signaled him to control his breathing and heartbeat and fall into a deep hibernation.

Later, the Wolf King also huddled behind an inactive, fossil-like totem armor, tilted the metal cylinder at a forty-five-degree angle, and aimed it at the center of the ancient battlefield.

The spiritual energy ejected from his palm followed the uneven and fine lines of the "fresco" and was transformed into the power of a totem, which instantly spread to the entire metal cylinder, making it seem to have life and let out a "Woo-woo"

"Howling, oscillating at high frequency.

Then, the Wolf King twisted hard at the bottom of the metal cylinder.

Just listen to the sound of "whoosh", and immediately dozens of colorful fire beads shot out from the metal cylinder, drawing dozens of wonderful arcs in the air, and exploded in a series of "pah, pah, pah, pah".

It's like a grand and colorful fireworks.

The next second, the fireworks turned into dozens of ferocious wolves, tigers and leopards, like totems resurrected, roaring down from the sky and crashing into the center of the battlefield.

One stone stirs up a thousand waves.
Chapter completed!