Oh My God! Earthlings Are Insane! - Chapter 1399 - Soul Battle Ax
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Chapter 1399 - Soul Battle Ax

Chapter 1399 Soul Battle Ax

The Wolf Kings legs were like a pile driver, pounding the ground heavily.

However, no matter how much he bombarded the ground, the dead Lion King and Tiger King still buried their sharpest fangs deep into the Wolf Kings leg bones and held on to him tightly.

Meng Chao was about to inject the last third of the Hope Potion into the mother of origins body.

The Wolf Kings eyes that seemed to lead straight to the abyss, or rather, to the mother of origins bottomless brain groove, released billions of nerve arcs that were more powerful than lightning

A super-large-scale, super-intense spirit storm was rapidly forming.

The Wolf King was an expert in spirit attacks and spirit control.

The Great Horn Rebellion that engulfed Picturesque Orchid Lake had been remotely orchestrated by him via the Ancient Dream Saintess and the Great Horn priests. He realized that his cell activity was being suppressed by the suppressant at Lightning Speed. With his own strength, he could no longer stop this black-haired, black-eyed human.

Mother origin also desperately contracted, trying to transfer its remaining spiritual energy and even life source into the Wolf Kings brain through the tentacles connected to its body.

On the Wolf Kings skull, thick blood vessels and nerves protruded out, forming a crisscrossing network.

It was as if he was wearing a special Brain wave amplifier,but it was also as if his skull could not withstand the crazy expansion of his brain, as well as the surging waves of his brain waves that were like raging waves, cracking into pieces.

Even though he had not completely released this world-shaking spiritual storm.

Meng Chao could already hear that his brain was emitting an unprecedentedly ear-piercing alarm.

Every brain cell was like a rat before a flood, restless and restless, wanting to flee in all directions.

After the amplification of the original mother, the strength of the Wolf Kings spiritual attack far surpa.s.sed the most terrifying spiritual experts that Meng Chao had fought before the demon G.o.d Abyss Demon Eye and the Demon G.o.d wisdom tree!

Meng Chao himself was also a psionic expert.

His soul, which had been tempered by the flames of the Apocalypse, possessed a psionic line of defense that far surpa.s.sed that of ordinary people or even ordinary extraordinary individuals.

However, this psionic line of defense had already been pierced through by mother origins incessant screams that reached the deepest part of his brain.

Meanwhile, all his will was concentrated on his arms and chest. He was only thinking about how to break through the obstruction of the last few tentacles and inject the last third of the hope potion into Mother Origins body.

I cant concentrate on defending myself against the Wolfs mind storm.

At the Wolf Kings whole will and even the whole soul, will become a burning battle ax, from the sky, split Meng Chaos head.

The Wolf King suddenly turned his head to the right.

Like an invisible air hammer, it struck him on the left temple. Even his temple was slightly sunken. This is

Meng Chaos eyes widened.

He saw an unbelievable scene.

The person who attacked was someone no one expected, the Ancient Dream Saintess!

Ever since the Great Horn Army was defeated, the Ancient Dream Saintess had been in a high fever and in a coma.

It was unknown whether it was because she suffered a long-range spiritual a.s.sa.s.sination from the Wolf King that her brain was severely damaged.

Or was it because she could not accept the cruel reality, so she simply indulged in a dream that was perfect and did not want to wake up for a long time.

However, Meng Chao was unable to leave this innocent mouse girl behind and let her fall into the claws of the wolves, tigers, and leopards, tearing her into pieces. He could only carry her all the way to the depths of the sacred mountain.

He originally thought that he was only carrying a burden.

She did not expect that at the moment of life and death, the Ancient Dream Saintess would sense the existence of the Wolf King.

She still did not wake up.

Instead, she closed her eyes, stood on tiptoe, and swayed. She walked between the wildly twitching tentacles, the deformed and ugly puppets, and the broken limbs on the ground. It was as if she was sleepwalking.

The Ancient Dream Saintess who was sleepwalking originally did not plan to have any contact with the real world.

However, the spiritual storm that the wolf king was creating was too intense and too dazzling.

It was so intense that even the girl in the dream felt threatened and afraid. She also recognized that this was the scoundrel who had once deceived her and even wanted to kill her!

Once she realized this

The Ancient Dream Saintess had no choice but to face the cruel reality that the great horn army had been completely annihilated.

In the depths of the rat girls severely deformed brain, an instinctive protective mechanism began to operate.

She was one step ahead of the Wolf King and released the mental lightning that was like a retreat.

The Ancient Dream Saintess and the Wolf King had a very stable mental connection to begin with.

In order to command the Ancient Dream Saintess remotely, the Wolf King had no choice but to open a part of his brain port to the latter.

As a result, their brainwaves, and even Meng Chaos brainwaves, could easily interfere with each other. They implanted something deep into each others brain-information, viruses, and even bombs.

Although the Ancient Dream Saintess mental attack couldnt be compared to the mental storm that the Wolf King was brewing, it was an order of magnitude inferior. However, it disrupted the Wolf Kings rhythm.

The Wolf Kings brain started to lose control, turning into a burning firework factory. His memories, his will, his anger, his ambition, his fear, his hatred, the future that he had experienced and looked forward to all bloomed like the most brilliant fireworks.

The only thing the Wolf King could do was to release the spiritual storm that hadnt reached its limit yet.

It turned his memories, will, ambition, fear, hatred, and expectations into an unstoppable torrent that ruthlessly smashed into Meng Chaos brain.

Reaper, since you want to know everything so badly, come and see how cruel and desperate it is. Theres no future at all!

Boom!

Jackal Ka.n.u.s soul battle-ax ruthlessly hacked into Meng Chaos mental defense line.

In an instant, Meng Chao felt a tsunami of information flooding into his brain.

It was very similar to the enlightenment from the human-faced spider that he had just received in the secret research base.

However, it was more specific and distinct, and his view was completely focused on the wolf

king.

It was as if he had spent an incredibly long life as Jackal Ka.n.u.s through Haka!

Where should I start?

My name is Ka.n.u.s. It means The darkest half of the hour before dawn.

I was probably born during that time. Im not sure because my parents and father had died a long time ago. I dont even remember what they looked like.

However, very few people called me by this awkward name.

My master called me the Corpse-eating Dog.

For as long as I could remember, my master had led me through ancient battlefields shrouded in dark clouds and ancient tomb ruins deep underground, searching for things of value on all kinds of corpses, making a living from corpses.

I didnt like this name very much.

Even though I was just a small rat people.

But my friends said that I looked like a real wolf, as long as I ignore my small shovel-like rat teeth.

I used to dream that if I was lucky, I could make a great contribution in the Battle of Glory, get rid of my status as a rat and become a real warrior, I could also have a name like Jackal that was considered impressive.

But that was only in my dreams. Once I woke up, I didnt have many choices.

Including my name, my fate, and my life and death.

Whether it was cleaning up the ancient battlefield, exploring ancient ruins, or excavating the lost temple, it was extremely dangerous.

As for the rat people like me, whose bodies were filled with lowly blood, they were loathed and ostracized by the ancestral spirits.

Countless companions and friends had been haunted by the evil spirits left behind on the ancient battlefield, or they had stepped into the traps in the lost temple. In the end, they were covered in wounds, deformed, and died miserably in my arms.

I wasnt particularly afraid, sad, or angry.

If a person like me had experienced all of this ever since he had just become sensible and possessed memories, he would treat pain and death as natural as drinking water and breathing

He wouldnt know what it meant to be afraid, sad, or angry. Moreover, compared to struggling to survive under the hands of the Wolf Clan Masters, perhaps stepping into a trap and feeling pain for a moment would allow him to sleep comfortably forever. That would be a more worthwhile trade?

I wasnt afraid of death at all.

I was even filled with antic.i.p.ation that one day, I would be like my friends, b.u.mping into a ferocious spirit, stepping into a trap, and ending everything once and for all.

It was a pity that I seemed to be plagued by bad luck.

Or perhaps the ancestral spirits felt that I was too weak, so weak that I didnt even have the right to die.

old friends and new friends, old friends and new friends, were all dead. I wasnt dead yet, I wasnt dead yet.

Even in the depths of the lost temple or ancient ruins, I deliberately rushed to the front, but every time I escaped the most dangerous traps, no danger, not a scratch.

I waited and waited in anxious antic.i.p.ation. I was not allowed to live comfortably or die happily. When would such days end?

Finally, perhaps the ancestral spirits heard my complaints.

My fate had finally changed.

Master said that the incomparably long era of prosperity had pa.s.sed, the mandala flowers were in full bloom, and the era of glory that all the Tulan warriors had been waiting for for a long time had finally arrived!

But now, master said, there were some rat people of course, not good rat people like me, who were obedient and obedient, but good rat people who were lazy, unruly, and extremely cowardly, they werent willing to take on the glorious mission of serving as laborers and servants in the Battle of Glory. They turned into a surging tide of rats and charged toward the land of Holy Light.

They used the banner of the Great Horn Armyand tried to resist their masters natural, sacred, unquestionable, and unshakable rule over Turanze.

Master said that these lowly, dirty, humble, and weak clowns werent qualified to make the golden clans Liger battle group attack.

Even the few heavy armored battle groups of the Wolf Clan did not have the time to deal with these little thieves who were jumping up and down.

Therefore, the opportunity came for us good rat people who belonged to the Wolf Clan!