Chapter 1291: Tearing Apart the Totem Armors Seal!

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As expected of the apocalyptic era, in which the spirit energy at the center of the Land of Holy Light was the most abundant and strongest in the Holy Light factions past ten thousand years!

There were so many Angels of Strength, Angels of Slaughter, and even Archangels that were even larger than the Angels of Strength. I really dont know how they were transported to the top of the Holy Mountain from a height of more than ten thousand meters!

The totem armors worn by the orc warriors three thousand years ago were obviously larger, heavier, and more terrifying than they are now. Most of the armors could easily expand to a height of more than twenty meters. Its as if the corpses of the orc warriors were turned into towering giants!

Meng Chaos heart pounded as he watched the scene, and he clicked his tongue in amazement.

He saw the flywheels, pendulum wheels, escapement wheels, and vibration systems that were as precise as clocks inside the broken sh.e.l.ls of many gargantuan Angels of Slaughter.

The gears as thin as cicada wings, the transmission arms as thin as strands of hair, as well as the magic runes engraved on the surface of the mechanical components, were smaller than rice grains and very delicate. They formed a stark contrast with the enormous Angels of Slaughter that were often dozens of meters tall.

The materials science, mechanics, aerodynamics, and the principle of ma.s.s-energy conversion contained within were faintly beyond the scope of human knowledge on Earth.

However, Meng Chao did not see any mechanical transmission structure in the smaller, simpler, and more streamlined Angels of Slaughter that were surrounded by more advanced orc corpses.

There were no gears, no bearings, no screws, and no tubes and cables that were as thin as cow hair.

He could only see some geometric bodies that had lost their l.u.s.ter and texture, like internal organs that had been dried and stuffed into the Angels of Slaughters bodies for no reason.

These Angels of Slaughter had completely abandoned the traditional mechanical transmission mechanism.

They had used a method that the people of Earth could not understand to exchange super energy for destructive power that could destroy the world.

It was just like what Meng Chao had seen on the ancient battlefield, where the Ancients crystal-clear military fortresses were.

Perhaps it was magic.

Its spectacular, isnt it?

The Wolf King was also next to Meng Chao. He put his paws behind his back and enjoyed the magnificent relics of the ancient battlefield.

After observing for a long time, he said, The Extermination War three thousand years ago was the most exciting and far-reaching final battle in the past ten thousand years, except for the Battle of Glory thats about to break out.

It was the most powerful era of the Holy Light faction in the past ten thousand years.

The spirit tide in the Land of Holy Light increased exponentially, which made the human race, the dwarfs, and the elves more powerful than ever. Countless magic arrays that were difficult to successfully draw in the past, as well as magic conductors that could not be operated at all, were triggered to unleash the greatest power.

The sincere prayers of the Holy Light priests soared into the sky and summoned countless killing crystals from the sky.

By planting these killing crystals into the magic puppets forged by the dwarfs, they became extremely terrifying gigantic evil energy puppets.

The most powerful gigantic evil energy puppets are more than ten times more powerful than the self-destruction explosion we just experienced. Our ancestors often had to pay the price of a gang or even half of a gang to destroy such a terrifying machine.

On the other hand, the orc warriors from three thousand years ago were also more powerful than us.

Its not that we havent trained hard enough, or havent been killing enough, or lack the determination that our ancestors had in facing death. Its because our totem armors havent evolved to the extreme yet.

Three thousand years ago, the Holy Mountain temple was not sealed yet, and the path to the temple wasnt as difficult and dangerous as it is now.

At that time, the warriors of the five clans could come to the Holy Mountain, enter the temple, and offer their glory and battle experience to the ancestral spirits in an ancient and mysterious ritual.

The ancestral spirits would strengthen and stabilize their totem armors to different degrees according to the size of their achievements, the amount of battle experience, and the strength of their bodies and souls.

Todays orc warriors, even the clan chief who has been through hundreds of battles and the notorious battle group level powerhouses, will at most combine the power of seven or eight sets of totem armor together and display no more than nine characteristics.

Whether its the Horn of Destruction or Violent Blade, the height of their totem armor will not exceed twenty arms when they stimulate their totem power to the extreme.

Forcefully absorbing and stacking too many layers of totem armor will only cause the totem power of different natures to interfere with each other and cause chaos. In the end, they will suffer the backlash of their totem armor and become half-human, half-metal Origin Warriors who have lost their rationality.

But that was not the case three thousand years ago.

Back then, with the help of the ancestral spirits, the orc warriors were able to reconcile the totem power of different natures in the depths of the Holy Mountain temple. This allowed the totem armors that the strong could control to become larger, st.u.r.dier. more complicated, and more precise.

Their totem armors were not as simple as armor that stuck close to the skin. Instead, they could become ultimate killing machines that were even larger and more violent than the gigantic evil energy puppets, like what you saw.

It was a pity that the Holy Light Army paid an extremely tragic price three thousand years ago, finally sealing the Holy Mountain temple and interrupting the path to the Holy Mountains peak. Deep in the mountain, countless dormant evil energy puppet remains were hidden.

For three thousand years, not a single orc warrior was lucky enough to enter the Holy Mountain temple and listen to the teachings of the oldest ancestral spirits. They have not been able to gather endless totem power and make their totem armors reveal their strongest true colors with our ancestors blessing.

Until today

Until us

The two of us are the first warriors to step onto the Holy Mountains summit in the past three thousand years.

As long as we can remove the seal, restart the temple, and obtain the blessing of the ancient ancestral spirits, we can strengthen our totem battle armors to the extreme and become the only supreme warriors in the entire Land of Holy Light.

At that time, I believe that when we join hands, not only will we be able to make the Horn of Destruction and Violent Blade tremble, but well also be able to make the entire Land of Holy Light shake. Well be able to make those, who lurk in the Holy Light Temple and willingly act as Holy Light lackeys above the earth in the sky, tremble. Well make them pay the price of destruction!

The Wolf King stretched out his sharp claws and clenched the void before him. Flames spurted out from his palm, like a shrine surrounded by Holy Light, and he crushed them.

Meng Chao was not going to easily eat the pie that the Wolf King had drawn.

He turned a deaf ear to it and continued to focus on observing the fossilized forest. It was filled with the remains of gigantic killing machines that blocked every path.

After pondering for a long time, he cautiously said, Compared with how to restart the Holy Mountain temple, Im more worried that there might still be a few survivors among the big guys in front of me, just like the ones that just self-detonated.

Dont worry. The peak of the Holy Mountain is different from 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 and the warriors of Turan defended desperately.

The Wolf King said, At that time, every warrior on the battlefield in front of us wished that they could squeeze out the last drop of strength in their blood. Every killing machine exchanged its last crystal for power that could destroy heaven and earth and blasted it out brutally. They wished that they could blow their opponents into pieces from the inside out. How could they still have enough strength to stay dormant until today.

Besides, this is the highest point of the entire Holy Mountain. Violent spirit energy surges here nonstop, making the weathering and erosion here ten times faster than the floating mountains below.

Many of the evil energy puppets are still rusted and covered in moss, but evil energy puppets here have all turned into gray fossils. They have been dead for a long time. How can they wake up?

However, your worry is reasonable. Just in case, we can test them out.

As the Wolf King spoke, he slowly took out a metal cylinder that was the length of an arm from his totem armor. It was covered in copper rust and stained with soil like a metal cylinder dug out of a lost temple.

Between his fingers, spirit flames surged like lightning. They rubbed the metal cylinder back and forth, was.h.i.+ng away the copper rust and soil. Then. they revealed the complicated and lifelike totem engraved on the cylinder.

No, it was not a totem, but a drawing made up of hundreds of totems. Just as a sparrow was small, it had all five internal organs.

The drawing resembled a miniature mural, depicting countless wolves, tigers, and leopards, prostrating themselves before a glorious city.

The Wolf King gestured at Meng Chao.

He signaled him to control his breathing, as well as heartbeat, and go into deep hibernation.

Then, the Wolf King crouched behind a deactivated totem armor that looked like a fossil. He tilted the metal cylinder at a forty-five-degree angle and aimed it at the center of the ancient battlefield.

The spirit energy that flowed out from his palm turned into totem power along the uneven, fine lines of the mural and spread to the entire metal cylinder in an instant. In response, it seemed to have a life of its own, howling and vibrating at a high frequency.

Then, the Wolf King twisted the bottom of the metal cylinder with great force.

With a whoosh, dozens of colorful fire pearls immediately shot out of the metal cylinder, drawing dozens of beautiful arcs in midair before they exploded in a series of pa pa pa pa pa sounds. It was akin to watching magnificent, colorful fireworks.

At the next second, the fireworks turned into dozens of ferocious wolves, tigers, and leopards. Like resurrected totems, they whistled down from the sky and crashed into the center of the battlefield.

A stone stirred up a thousand layers of waves.

The totems rampage immediately messed up the spirit magnetic field that had been sealed on the summit of the Holy Mountain for three thousand years.. It had been constantly falling apart to a critical point and was only one step away from total collapse.