Meng Chao had similar feelings in the depths of two ancient ruins in Dragon City.

Scientists at the Relics Research Institute call this unknown temptation that originates from deep cracks in the ground and is full of magic the "Ancient Call."

Indeed, some people followed the "Ancient Call", found lost runes and rare secret treasures, and rose from unknown status to the ranks of first-rate masters.

But this is just the lucky one among ten thousand.

The vast majority of ruin explorers who were bewitched by the "Ancient Call" did not squeeze into the depths of the rock formations. It was impossible for normal humans to squeeze in. The strange-shaped gaps disappeared without a trace.

It was irradiated by raw crystal minerals that were rich in various impurities and extremely radioactive, interrupting all the genetic chains, causing the cells around the body to lose their self-healing and regenerative functions. In the end, the brain was still "alive", but the body was like a dead body.

It rotted and died horribly.

Or, the bone cells mutate and the bones proliferate crazily, gradually devouring flesh and blood, turning the originally soft and elastic flesh and blood into stiff and crisp bone sculptures.

It even secretes a large amount of mucus from the surface of the skin, which quickly hardens when exposed to air, wrapping the human body in a huge pupa, turning it into a deformed monster like a human-faced moth.

"God of War" Lei Zongchao gave an analogy to Meng Chao.

As the "number one experimental subject of the Blood Alliance", this peerless strongman who had gone deep into the ancient ruins countless times and heard the "call of the ancient" told Meng Chao that the "call of the ancient" may certainly point to an extremely powerful person.

strength.

But most of the power is far beyond the limits of understanding and endurance of the people on earth so far.

Under the guidance of the "Ancient Call", pursue the power buried deep in the ground that destroys the world.

It's like a white mouse who was originally locked up in a biochemical laboratory. After the disappearance of human beings, he became the owner of the laboratory. He swaggered around among various dangerous experimental equipment and biochemical drugs, trying to understand the experimental notes left by humans.

, and even reproduce human biochemical experiments to make themselves stronger.

Nine times out of ten, such a guinea pig will not have good results.

Even if they really become tyrannical according to human standards, the price they have to pay is far beyond the understanding and endurance limit of the mice.

Thinking of this, Meng Chao hurriedly extracted from the memory bank the information about the survivors and victims of the "Ancient Call" stored by the Ruins Research Institute.

Use the bloody, distorted, and unrecognizable pictures to cool down your brain, which is burning with the desire to kill.

He stopped abruptly just one step away from the giant skeleton fossil.

Then he ran "Ripple Power", and a gentle wave came out from his palm, pushing his heart that was about to come out back into the depths of his chest.

"so close!"

Meng Chao breathed a long sigh of relief.

The Holy Mountain Temple is definitely the Dragon Pond and Tiger Lair of the same level as the ancient ruins.

When you come to such a mysterious place, you really can't let down your guard for a second.

Thinking of this, Meng Chao's peripheral vision glanced at the Wolf King beside him.

Sure enough, "Jackal" Canus seemed to be deeply attracted by the totem power contained in the huge fossil bones, staring intently at the huge Triceratops skull.

The runes on the Six Killer Armor flicker and extinguish, echoing the natural patterns on the Triceratops skull.

He even couldn't help but stretched out his arm and touched the most complex and gorgeous totem above the Triceratops skull.

Meng Chao was so shocked that he ran towards the Wolf King without even thinking.

Wolf King: "What are you doing!"

Meng Chao: "I should ask you this question. Do you know what you are doing?"

Wolf King: "Of course I know. I am testing the mysterious attraction contained in this skull fossil, as well as my own extreme endurance, to see how close I can stretch my hand and still maintain a clear mind. No

Disturbed by visual and auditory hallucinations!”

Meng Chao: "Well, why aren't you controlled by visions and auditory hallucinations, and are you ready to desperately pounce into this skull fossil to devour the power of the totem that you can't contain at all?"

Wolf King: "Of course not!

"Although this skull fossil has indeed sent me a tempting invitation, I have already read a lot of records about it in war epics and know that it originated from some of the most violent beasts in Turanze's history.

One of them is definitely not so easy to be swallowed up by me!

"Even if there is no reminder of the war epic, as long as you see these huge skeleton fossils in such a complete form, they have been enshrined in the Holy Mountain Temple for countless years, but there has never been a warrior who can take away even a bone joint.

You can guess how violent the power contained in it is, and how tragic the consequences of touching them rashly will be!

"Besides, even if these skeleton fossils are still alive, no matter how tyrannical they are, they will all be defeated by the heroes of Turan.

"Since they are all stored here as 'trophies', it means that the heroes who killed them must be buried somewhere deep in the temple.

"There's no reason why we shouldn't look for the legacies of those 'epic heroes' but waste time on these skeletons, right?"

"..."

Well, Meng Chao admitted that "Jackal" Canus may be crazy, but he is by no means stupid.

Any seemingly crazy move he made was derived from complex calculations and precise deductions.

"Do you know the origin of these giant beasts?"

Meng Chao looked up at the fossilized bones that were three to five stories high.

"Of course, this big guy with three battering rams stuck in his forehead is known as the 'Triangle of Death'. It once wreaked havoc in Turanze six thousand years ago."

The Wolf King's eyes shone with a light that could not be distinguished from excitement or fear, and he introduced enthusiastically, "The Great Triangle of Death is covered with a carapace that is ten times thicker than the totem armor, and the self-healing speed is ten times faster. Even if

A full-strength strike from a battle group-level warrior could only cause a faint ripple on the carapace.

“And the three ‘battery rams’ on its forehead are filled with incredible power and can directly tear and shatter space!

"When it is like a moving hill, rolling towards the town of Tulan from the horizon, there is no force that can stop it.

"It doesn't need to use any fancy fighting skills. No matter what is in front of it is an iron wall or the Turan army waiting in full formation, it just needs to move straight forward and crush it all the way.

"The most terrifying achievement it has created is that like a furious orc tearing apart a leaf of a mandala tree, it instantly tore apart the city wall of a Tulan town with a population of tens of thousands, which was more than half an arm thick.

“In just half a day, all the buildings in this town were razed to the ground by the ‘Triangle of Death’.

“When the reinforcements arrived, they were unable to find even half of the broken walls that could barely stand among the shattered ruins.

"In the end, the Bloodhoof clan's greatest epic-level powerhouse 'Fist' in the past ten thousand years fought fiercely with the 'Triangle of Death' for five days and five nights before the body of this violent totem beast was blasted alive into mud.

, only the strongest head is left.

"It is said that their battlefields are spread across seven towns within a hundred miles.

"After the fierce battle, the seven towns were all reduced to ruins.

"And the head of the Triangle of Death, after losing the support of the body, still lived for another twenty years with its incredible vitality.

“In the past ten years, the Bloodhoof strongman ‘Fist’ traversed the high mountains of Tulanze, and even climbed to the insurmountable Fang Mountains, and finally found a mandala tree as hard as iron.

"He cut down the trunk of the mandala tree, broke off the crotched branches, and inserted the head of the Great Triangle of Death onto it, and tied it tightly with the tanned tendons of the Great Triangle of Death.

An indestructible war hammer was made.

"In the next ten years, wielding this living war hammer that could tear apart space and have a terrifying shape, the 'fist' unified the numerous tauren tribe and helped the tauren defeat and subjugate the wild boars, elephants and half-humans.

The men and horses basically unified all the forces belonging to the Bloodhoof clan today, and led the Bloodhoof army to defeat the wolves, tigers and leopards of the Golden Clan for the first time, establishing the Bloodhoof Clan's status as a rival to the Golden Clan in one fell swoop.

"It's a pity that after the death of 'Fist', no one in the entire Bloodhoof clan can hold this extremely powerful, extremely terrifying, extremely cruel, living war hammer.

"Those who overestimate their capabilities and try to become the second 'fist' will either be swallowed up by the totem power that crazily pours into their bodies the moment they hold this war hammer, and become deformed and twisted origin warriors.

"Either you grow old instantly, as if a war hammer has sucked all your life away, and you breathe your last breath with an old look.

"Either the brain burns, the seven orifices spurt out flames, and burn into a black, empty shell at lightning speed.

"Even the unruly head of the Great Triangle of Death opened its bloody mouth and bit off half of his body in one bite.

"A total of thirty or fifty Bloodhoof warriors have failed in their challenges one after another.

"The loser is either dead or injured.

“The injured who are barely surviving are more miserable than the dead who died instantly.

"Finally, even the Bloodhoof clan, which is known for its bravery and ruthlessness, and fearlessness of death, no one dares to challenge this peerless weapon used by an epic powerhouse.

"Without the master's control, unable to taste the sweetness of blood and the pleasure of killing, the head of the Great Triangle of Death is like a flower that has lost the sunshine and moisture of the rain. It will soon wither and die, and die in depression.

"In the end, people can only send this dead head to the depths of the Holy Mountain Temple to stay with the only owner who can conquer it in the past ten thousand years.
Chapter completed!