Chapter 1294 Terror Demon King
Also, if the Turan civilization in the past really had more advanced technology than the Earth in the 22nd century, it could control the "travel engine", travel across the stars and seas, and use incredible materials to build buildings that are thousands of meters high and twisted.
building, creating the ultimate individual weapon that can change and repair itself at will.
So, how did such a powerful and glorious civilization decline step by step to the point where it can only rely on clan rule and is about to drink blood from its hair?
Apart from anything else, Meng Chao couldn't believe that the modern Turan people were half human and half beast, no different from jackals, tigers and leopards. This was what the ancient Turan people were happy to see.
Facts have long proven that relying solely on the sharpness of the claws will not contribute to the development of civilization, but is instead a symbol of weakness.
What factors led to the continuous degradation of Turan civilization?
Since Dragon City, like Falling Star City, has traveled to another world as a whole, will the degradation and collapse of Turan civilization happen again to people on earth?
What lessons can the Tulan Civilization learn from the past and bring to the Dragon City Civilization?
And, what’s going on with the Holy Light camp?
If we say that the Holy Light Human Race is the same as the Earthlings and Turan Orcs, they are not natives of another world, but were summoned here by the "Travel Engine".
How could they forget the fact that they came from the depths of the Star Sea, but regard the other world as the only real place in the center of the Star Sea?
What is the so-called "Holy Light" that they worshiped, tightly wrapped around the entire alien world, and destroyed Turanze and Longcheng in Meng Chao's past life memory?
And, and, and, Meng Chao once saw in the memory cells of the monster mastermind, the "ancients" and the "matrix" were comparable to gods and demons, destroying the world and destroying the earth.
Today, hundreds of millions of years later, where have the "ancients" and the "matrix" who once controlled the entire alien world gone?
Because both sides suffer losses and are lost in the long river of history.
Or has it transformed into a completely new form, secretly peeping at the ignorant races of the alien world?
These questions are really too profound and far away.
Meng Chao couldn't understand the mystery for a while.
He could only turn his attention back to the Wolf King.
He found that "Jackal" Canus was a very interesting guy.
This guy must have discovered the truth that he is an Earthling, at least not a Turanian.
Otherwise, "The City of Shanti Pasha's Falling Star" should be a well-known secret among the Turan people, and there is no need for him to introduce and explain it in such detail.
Is this kind of expression of goodwill released by speaking everything you know?
Meng Chao didn't think that his face was so big that the Wolf King could completely forget the hatred that his entire plan was ruined so quickly.
Therefore, the Wolf King not only knows about the existence of people on earth.
It is very likely that they also know the existence and power of Dragon City, and that the Dragon City civilization is dormant behind Turanze, and it is condescending, taking advantage of the geographical advantages.
He knew very well how powerful Dragon City's extraordinary beings and Iron Torrent were, and how much help they could bring to him once they cooperated with each other.
And once they fall out with each other, how much trouble can it cause for him.
In the face of the huge benefits of pulling the Dragon City Civilization onto its own chariot, the little unhappiness that the Wolf King and Meng Chao had before was really not even a sesame mung bean. This is also very consistent with the founder and helmsman of the chaotic camp in the previous life.
His hands are like clouds and his hands are like rain. He is a person who can betray everything and endure everything in the face of interests.
Meng Chao had to admit that regardless of good or evil, the Wolf King was indeed a smart man.
Even if they were taking advantage of each other, the gesture he showed could help Meng Chao avoid a lot of trouble.
The only thing Meng Chao is not sure about now is whether the Wolf King, whose power and ambition have expanded beyond the critical point once he has acquired the inheritance of the Holy Mountain, will transform into a "Doomsday Demonic Wolf" and become willful and willful, insisting on doing whatever he wants when the conditions are not yet ripe.
Under such circumstances, they brazenly launched an all-out war against the Land of Holy Light.
If I could figure out the Wolf King's trump card, impose some kind of restrictions on him, and convince him to take a long-term approach.
Cooperating with the Wolf King to reach a more solid alliance than in the previous life and achieve a win-win situation between Dragon City and Turanze is not necessarily an option.
Just when Meng Chao's mind was spinning.
The mirage inspired by the power of the totem gradually dimmed.
The illusion of the shining silver Luo Xing City once again turned into fine ripples of spiritual energy, dissipating in the wind tens of thousands of meters above the sky.
However, along with a faint sound of "click, click, click, click", new movements came from the depths of the battlefield ruins that were originally like barren tombs.
As a large number of psychic ripples penetrated into the fossil-like remains of the Killing Angel.
A large number of "fossils" have been resurrected.
They were like a super-giant skeleton army, struggling to climb out of the abyss of hell, struggling to move their bones, groping for weapons on the ground, trying to straighten their backs, and continue the fierce battle three thousand years ago.
Although the gray-white surface is full of holes like a fossil, it cannot be nourished and purified by spiritual energy like the remains of the killing angels underneath, and can reproduce its shiny and crystal clear texture.
But the spiritual flames spurting out from the honeycomb-like holes still added a bit of solemnity to them.
The spiritual flames turned into countless mysterious, complicated and shining magic arrays around the super giant killing angel, stirring up flames, ice cones, wind blades and venom... all kinds of magic attacks enveloped the entire battlefield.
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Even the brains of Meng Chao and Wolf King were shaken by magic. They suddenly saw a brand new illusion, as if countless bird-men with fluttering golden wings descended from the sky. Their extremely sharp feathers intertwined to form a wall of burning golden flames.
of copper and iron walls.
In front of the golden wall, there is a man with white beard and white eyebrows, wearing a white robe, which is embroidered with golden runes. He is surrounded by nine circles and hundreds of magic talismans. It is a very typical image of a nine-ring magician.
They held up their staffs shrouded in holy light, and made a low voice like underground thunder: "Don't...open...the underground...awaken...the terror...the devil..."
What is puzzling is that the warning of this nine-ring magician was not spoken in Holy Light language, but in Turan language.
This is really strange.
As we all know, the Holy Light Human Race regards itself as the spirit of all things, but regards the orcs, trolls, undead, demons, and giants living in the edge areas of other worlds, including the earthlings with black hair and black eyes, as evil creatures spawned in the darkness.
The clean one.
The language of the unclean is naturally dirty, filthy, vulgar, and evil.
Therefore, even with the wisdom of a nine-ring magician, it is easy to understand the uncomplicated language system of the Turan civilization.
But few upper-class figures in the Land of Holy Light would use such "dirty words" in public.
Even though he knew that this image of a nine-ring magician who stood tall and upright was only the spiritual imprint left by a certain great magician three thousand years ago.
Meng Chao couldn't help but glance at the Wolf King.
Expressing doubt with his eyes: "Didn't you say that the killing angel and magical power remaining here have been exhausted long ago and it is impossible to restart it?"
The Wolf King made a "calm down" gesture and stared intently at the changes in the magic ripples above the fossil jungle. After a moment, a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Sure enough, the sky was filled with illusions of birdmen, golden city walls and nine-ringed magicians, just like lightning and thunder on a summer afternoon, they came and went as quickly as they came.
It only shone for a moment, as if all its power had been exhausted, the golden illusion dimmed instantly, collapsing and annihilating faster than the illusion of Starfall City just now, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Only dozens of super-giant Killing Angels were left that could barely stand up. They were like sand towers that had been exposed to the scorching sun for half a day on the beach, lost all moisture and stickiness, and were swept by strong winds. They collapsed instantly, disintegrated in the air, and turned into
A powder finer than gravel.
Meng Chao was amazed at the sight of dozens of giant tower-like killing angels turning into dust at the same time and scattering in the wind.
If a lot of dust hadn't drifted to the hiding place where he and the Wolf King were hiding, he repeatedly rubbed it and tested it with his spiritual power to confirm that the dust had really lost all activity and would never be able to be reorganized and resurrected. He really couldn't believe his eyes.
"I said that these super giant evil puppets were torn to pieces in the fierce battle three thousand years ago, and they ran out of ammunition and food, and used up the last drop of the so-called 'power of holy light'."
The Wolf King sneered, "For three thousand years, they have been here again, silently enduring the erosion of the totem power leaked from the Holy Mountain Temple. Every shell and every part inside has been eroded to a crisp.
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"If they just stay on the ground and don't move, maybe they can barely maintain their intact form.
"However, if they insist on struggling to restart, they will only end up in ashes.
"Including those seemingly dangerous magic talisman arrays, dazzling ice and flames, they are nothing more than trying to make a fuss.
"If we had explored the Holy Mountain Temple a thousand or two thousand years earlier, the magic traps set by the Holy Light Army before its withdrawal might have caused some trouble.
"But three thousand years are enough to erode all the mechanisms and runes in the magic talisman array, leaving them with only the ability to bluff.
"Otherwise, there is no need to actively expose one's existence to these magic traps, don't you think?"
Meng Chao pondered for a moment and admitted that the Wolf King was right.
A biting dog can really create the magical power of mass destruction without barking, and there is no need to deliberately stir up such gorgeous sound and light effects to scare people.
"Where is the illusion of the nine-ring magician?"
Meng Chao's mind was spinning, and he asked again, "He seems to want to prevent others from entering the Holy Mountain Temple. What's interesting is that he is speaking in Turan. This is a passage from the nine-ring magician of the Holy Light camp three thousand years ago, to future generations.
A warning from the Turan Orcs.
"What he said seemed to be 'Don't wake up the Terror Demon King'. What was that? Was there a powerful being known as the 'Terror Demon King' in the Turan Ancestral Spirit?"
"Who knows, the so-called 'Terror Demon King' is probably a scornful name for our great ancestors by the cowardly people from the Holy Light camp, right?"
The Wolf King sneered repeatedly, "You want to use such a pretentious warning to prevent us from obtaining the power of our ancestors? It's simply ridiculous!"
Meng Chao's eyes flashed across the Wolf King's face.
He keenly captured his subtle emotional changes.
He is lying.
Chapter completed!