However, the origin warrior who was vicious half a second ago turned into a stiff statue at this moment.

No matter how violently its fangs and iron pincers trembled, it could not move forward even a hair's length.

Because there were two chains as thick as a baby's arms. At some point, they wrapped around each other and locked its arms without anyone noticing.

The two chains were stretched straight, extending from the shoulders of the original warrior to the depths of the jungle.

The three White Bone Camp elites couldn't clearly see the appearance of the chain holder.

However, a picture emerged subconsciously in his mind - two chains seemed to be entangled on an iron tower that stood tall in the sky, and the iron tower was rooted hundreds of arms deep into the ground.

Therefore, no matter how furious, roaring, and struggling the origin warrior is, the chains are embedded in its flesh and blood and liquid-like metal material like teeth, but there is no sign of being torn off.

Suddenly, thousands of strands of red lightning spewed out from the depths of the jungle, wrapping around the chains that became brighter inch by inch, and poured into the arms of the origin warrior.

On each lock ring, there is a mysterious and complicated ancient rune, slowly blooming like the most gorgeous flower in the world.

From the center of the "stamen", flames strong enough to melt steel spewed out.

The "python" on the left arm of the origin warrior and the "scorpion tail" on the right arm suddenly made a "crackling" exploding sound like ice cubes being thrown into a frying pan.

The face that was covered with a ferocious smile just now became extremely distorted, showing a killing machine, an expression of pain that should never and could never be shown.

Despite this, the Origin Warrior still did not give up on his mission.

It struggled desperately and slammed its whole body forward.

Apparently, he was trying to use the momentum to tear the flaming chains off his arms from his body.

Use the "strong man to cut off his wrist", no, "the strong man to cut off his arm" method to regain freedom.

Indeed, the current Saint of Ancient Dreams is like a candle fluttering in the strong wind, which may be extinguished at any time.

Even without arms, the Origin Warrior's deformed and swollen head blasted out with the force of a battering ram, slamming into the face or chest of the Ancient Dream Saint.

It was enough to cause the skull or chest of the Ancient Dream Saint to collapse completely, and both the brain and the heart would become as pulpy as mud.

Fortunately, the holders of the two flame chains were keenly aware of the assassin's intentions.

At the moment when the origin warrior's strange power exploded, he loosened his hands and threw his arms, allowing the origin warrior to pounce forward.

He just used the ripples caused by swinging the chain to slightly adjust the origin warrior's force angle to the right.

The Origin Warrior never expected that the holder of the Flame Chain could perceive and control power to such a sophisticated level.

The astonishing strange power that was originally prepared to compete with the holder of the flame chain was all in vain.

On the contrary, it made him lose his balance. Both the "Giant Python" and the "Scorpion Tail" passed by the convulsing Saint of Ancient Dreams in dangerous postures.

The former bit through the mandala tree behind the Ancient Dream Saint, and the latter was embedded deeply into the earth like an anchor.

The origin warrior was furious and tried to pull out two fierce forelimbs from the tree trunk and the ground to kill the target that was close at hand.

The holder of the flame chain never gave it a chance.

Just as it was wielding the "Giant Python" and "Scorpion Tail" again.

On the front of its chest and abdomen, overlapping armor protruded at the same time, exploding from the inside.

It was like two small volcanoes erupting at the same time in its heart and belly button.

Its internal organs and the liquid-like metal substance surrounding the organs all turned into orange-red magma and spewed out.

Because of the combined effect of high temperature and high pressure.

The contents of the origin warrior's body cavity were all ejected in just half a minute.

It was only at this moment that the three White Bone Battalion elites were stunned to discover that what protruded from the chest and abdomen of the Origin Warrior turned out to be two blazing knife tips.

No, judging from the thickness of the blade's back and the exaggerated edge, they really couldn't tell whether such an exaggerated human weapon was a sword that could cut iron like mud or a battle ax that could destroy everything!

This is not the end.

Even though all his internal organs were burned, the Origin Warrior still didn't die.

In other words, it has died long ago, and only a large number of active cells are left, which serve as the "key" to activate the liquid metal-like substance, drive this killing machine, and execute the destruction program that has been implanted, so it is impossible to die a second time.

Although its body has become an empty shell.

The liquid-like metal substance attached to the body surface is still squirming and struggling, trying to wrap up active cells and reorganize into bizarre and deadly weapons.

The two flaming sharp blades sawed upward and downward respectively.

The origin warrior, who had extremely strong vitality, was cut in half vertically from head to toe.

The orange-red blade fired out beams of flames that looked like miniature lightning, eagerly pounced on the active cells attached to the liquid-like metal substance.

The origin warrior who was split in half received a baptism of magma from head to toe.

No matter how immortal the liquid metal-like substance is, it cannot stop the flames at temperatures of thousands of degrees, burning every active cell into coke, ashes, dust, and particles smaller than dust, completely cutting off all life.

Without the blessing of active cells.

The fragments of the totem armor that made up the origin warriors were also deprived of the authority to continue killing. Thousands of pieces of armor were scattered on the ground like broken pearls.

It was not until this moment that a giant, with lava flowing all over its body and emitting a light that was unbearable to look at, like a moving volcano, slowly appeared in front of the three elites of the White Bone Camp who had survived the catastrophe.

The three White Bone Battalion elites were almost dislocated, their mouths wide open.

After blinking for a long time, I realized that this iron tower with flowing magma might not be as tall and powerful as the Elephant Warrior in terms of its true height.

But the flames that bloomed all over him and shot straight into the sky shrouded in dark clouds, as if they could burn a hole in the night, filled him with a soul-stirring sense of oppression. Even the real frost giants on the far north ice field were in front of him.

To bow your head and bow your head.

Scattered all over the ground, the fragments of the out-of-control totem armor that had lost its owner were all trembling under the shroud of his flames.

Like jackals, tigers and leopards crawling at the feet of a giant dragon.

But he couldn't help but make a "hissing" sound, and stretched out clusters of metal tentacles like stamens towards him, eager to integrate into his body, become part of his individual combat system, and cause more killings.

The three elites of the White Bone Camp are also the holders of totem armor fragments.

I know that the totem armor fragment is, in a sense, a very special living creature with its own desires and will.

But he has never seen the fragments of the totem armor, so eager for the "favor" of the new owner.

Then think of the origin warrior who just slaughtered dozens of his own people like chopping melons and vegetables.

In front of this majestic magma giant, he was completely helpless.

The panic and confusion in my heart couldn't help but explode.

"Here, who is this monster?"

“Is it the most powerful person in the Golden Clan’s ranks, such as the great chief and the high-ranking priest?”

"What kind of totem armor is this? It's like magma that keeps flowing and never solidifies!"

"Why did he want to stop the Origin Warrior from assassinating the Saint of Ancient Dreams? Could it be that he, he is not the enemy, but our...last hope?"

Looking at the three elites of the White Bone Camp who were wary but full of expectations.

Meng Chao slightly raised the corners of his mouth under the burning helmet.

If you have time.

He wanted to take off his face shield and helmet, reveal his true colors, and pay his most sincere respect to these three elites of the Bone Battalion who fought to the last drop of their blood.

Thanks to them, under the pursuit of four origin warriors, they brought the Ancient Dream Saint here, delayed it long enough, and gave that extremely bright future...the last glimmer of hope.

Next, you have to rely on yourself to turn this glimmer of hope into infinite possibilities!

Swish! Swish!

Meng Chao raised his arms and retracted the two flaming swords.

The blade collided violently, sending out a dazzling spark that shot deep into the forest, illuminating the darkness among the branches.

It also caused the three strange shadows standing in the darkness to extend to the limit.

A total of four origin warriors were controlled by "Jackal" Canus and transformed into assassins.

One of them was burned to ashes by Meng Chao.

There are three more.

The three more difficult ones.

The first one is like a giant armadillo, wrapped in layers of armor. When it expands, it looks like a spinning metal ball, with even its limbs and head deeply embedded in the ball.

When necessary, seven or eight layers of armor are overlapped together, and the defensive power is comparable to super alloy armor more than half a meter thick.

And when the thousands of armor plates on the surface of the sphere stand up high, the sharp edges are like the teeth inside a meat grinder, which can grind anything it touches into powder.

The second one also lost his human form, but looked like a hedgehog with swords, spears, halberds, axes and hooks stuck all over his body, a mobile arsenal of weapons.

The third origin warrior still retains his human form.

But he reserved it too much.

It is literally "three heads and six arms".

Those out-of-control liquid-like metal substances were so greedy that they swallowed the bodies of three rat warriors in one go, and then pieced together the three heads and six arms that still maintained cell activity.

Such a ferocious form further verified Meng Chao's judgment.

The so-called "totem armor" is far more than just a cold weapon armor that can be carried around.

Rather, it is the ultimate individual equipment that can reshape the colonizer from the cellular level and release the strongest combat power of active cells.

However, the high-level orcs have long lost the true use of totem armor and 90% of their combat capabilities.
Chapter completed!