Meng Chao tried to take a few steps on the "relief".

I found that my feet sank slightly, and the armor wrapping my feet melted into a quasi-liquid metal substance and merged with the "relief".

Bundles of weak bioelectric currents were introduced from the soles of his feet into the neural network, racing along the information highway composed of the spinal cord, and pouring into his brain.

The last memories and combat skills of a large number of Turan Orcs who died heroically three thousand years ago were poured into his brain like an overwhelming torrent of information.

Meng Chao felt that all the muscle fibers in his body were bouncing uncontrollably.

The nerve endings were more like being surrounded by flames, but there was no burning pain at all. Instead, there was a feeling of renewal.

He fully enjoyed the stimulation of bioelectricity, his arms turned into spears and swords, and he lightly drew the void.

The air in front of his arms was suddenly torn and pierced by him, turning into faint ripples that rippled around.

"My fighting skills are more proficient than before.

"Three thousand years ago, the extraordinary skills of the Turan warriors were accompanied by the stimulation of bioelectricity, and were deeply imprinted in my muscular system and neural network.

"It seems that the relationship between the totem armor and the Holy Mountain Temple is like the relationship between carrier-based aircraft and aircraft carriers in the Earth Age.

"When the two are connected together, the characteristics of liquid metal-like substances that can fuse and split at will can be used to instantly transmit massive amounts of combat data.

"It's like I downloaded a lot of battle data from the Holy Mountain Temple and input it into the totem armor and even my body!"

Meng Chao was amazed by the technology of the ancient Turan people.

It’s getting more and more strange, how could the Turan people, who had such good cards, turn their civilization into the mess it is today?

But he saw that the Wolf King was also trembling slightly beside him. He also received a large amount of battle data and said ecstatically: "Reaper, do you feel it? The power of the totem from three thousand years ago is pouring into our bodies continuously.

!

"No wonder, the Turan warriors three thousand years ago fought to death in their respective tribes and clans, just to fight for one person who came to the top of the holy mountain to worship the ancestors and receive blessings from them.

qualifications.

"We have already gained such a wealth of combat experience and skills before we even entered the Holy Mountain Temple. The real legacy hidden deep in the Holy Mountain Temple will definitely make us a hundred times stronger than we are now!"

This is true.

However, can they control a power that is a hundred times more powerful, or will it turn them into slaves of power and become unrecognizable?

Meng Chao has no answer yet.

Having said that, the Holy Mountain Temple has a bit of a "teaching without distinction, treating everyone equally" flavor.

Meng Chao is obviously not a Turan orc.

But neither the totem armor nor the holy mountain temple seemed to exclude him.

I don't know because from a genetic point of view, Earthlings and Turan Orcs have a very close genetic relationship, and they are basically the same thing.

still……

The power dormant deep in the temple of the Holy Mountain has been sleeping for too long. It is not selective about food. As long as it is a carbon-based intelligent creature, it will not reject all comers?

Meng Chao continued to move forward, and the content of the "relief" under his feet gradually changed.

The fierce battle between the Turan Orcs and the Holy Light Human Race turned into an internal contest between the five major clans of Turanze.

The lions and tigers stretched out their sharp claws, the tauren and wild boars stretched their muscles, the feathered tribe with double wings soared in the sky, launching surprise attacks like air-to-ground missiles, and the snakes and lizards curled up their bodies covered with scales.

, lurking deeply in the shadows, suddenly launched a lightning-like sneak attack.

There are also the smallest number of tree men but the strangest form. They seem to be slow-moving and harmless to humans and animals, but the huge buds on the vines wrapped around them can open their bloody mouths at any time and spit out deadly acid and liquid.

The venom is clearly a piranha flower.

The five major clans, each showing their abilities, presented wonderful killing games to the great ancestors on the top of the holy mountain.

Similarly, when Meng Chao stepped on this "relief" with his feet, a large amount of information, accompanied by the tremor of bioelectricity, poured from the soles of his feet into his spinal cord and then into his brain.

His soul traveled to the top of the Holy Mountain four to five thousand years ago, and he experienced the grand, solemn, bloody and gorgeous "Games of the Brave" immersively.

In addition to the dazzling and exciting contests between the five major clans, he also saw that whenever a killing game ended, the winner would live and the loser would die, and the winner would respectfully carry the loser's body.

Amidst the envious shouts of countless companions, he walked up a ladder that still existed at that time and extended slopingly to the depths of the ground, and sent the loser's body into the Holy Mountain Temple.

The Wolf King told Meng Chao that what they now read from the "relief" is the oldest custom in Turanze.

According to tradition, only the bravest and most powerful Turan orcs who die in a wonderful battle or fierce battlefield are qualified to send their bodies to the Holy Mountain Temple for burial.

The Turan Orcs believe that no matter how fragmented and miserable their bodies become, even if most of their limbs and organs are missing, as long as there is still a little bit of corpse left, they will be buried in the temple of the Holy Mountain.

Their souls can hear the call of the ancestors and be resurrected in the depths of the holy mountain temple, the eternal palace and the battlefield.

From then on, they became part of the ancestral spirit, and could indulge in drunken revelry and bloody battles on the battlefield, the two favorite things of the Turan orcs, in an infinite cycle, forever.

Only the bravest and most powerful Turan orcs can send the bodies of warriors to the Holy Mountain Temple for burial.

By the way, I received the blessings of the ancestral spirits. While upgrading the totem armor, I also obtained a large number of battle memories from the ancestral spirits, making myself stronger and qualified to participate in more dangerous and exciting battles. I challenged my limits again and again until I too

He died in the most heroic way and was sent to the Holy Mountain Temple for burial.

The Holy Mountain Temple is the destination of Turan warriors.

Unfortunately, this tradition was interrupted by the invasion of the Holy Light Army three thousand years ago.

Since then, no Turan warrior has been able to be buried in the temple on the Holy Mountain.

Countless warriors went on to explore the Holy Mountain, but the best result was to push their bodies into the blood pool of the Scarlet Peak below the top of the Holy Mountain.

"If the legend is true, then we are likely to see the corpses of Turan warriors from five to six thousand years ago, or even seven or eight thousand years ago in the temple of the Holy Mountain - each corpse is a

They are the most powerful men who once dominated the world and shocked Turanze and even the Land of Holy Light. Their great achievements are all engraved in the war epic and are remembered by every Turanian."

The Wolf King stretched out his tongue covered with barbs, licked his lips, and said, "Perhaps, even their souls are lingering in the depths of the Holy Mountain Temple, waiting to give us the 'Baptism of the Strong'!"

"

Meng Chao had a deep shiver.

Damn it, he didn’t want to see the souls of Turan warriors seven or eight thousand years ago in the depths of the Holy Mountain Temple, let alone accept the “baptism of the strong”!

The two of them continued to move forward, and the "relief" beneath their feet changed again.

This time, it turned into a scene of splendid, solemn and magnificent cities rising from the ground.

Meng Chao discovered that this "relief" scroll seemed to use time as an axis to recount the history of the Turan civilization in the past ten thousand years.

From the epic battle three thousand years ago, to the struggle among the five races five to six thousand years ago, and to the construction of the Red Gold City, Black Corner City, Hundred Blades City and other cities seven or eight thousand years ago.

The "relief" composed of liquid-like metal material is constantly changing, showing every detail.

The bioelectric current introduced into the body along the soles of the feet also stimulated Meng Chao's visual nerves and memory cells, and scenes of magnificent scenes emerged in his mind.

Meng Chao was quite surprised to find that the ancient Turan people's method of building cities was completely different from the people on Earth.

They first used a plant similar to the mandala tree to penetrate deeply into the earth, entwining and wrapping the crystal and metal veins.

Then, by absorbing the spiritual energy, heat and metal elements from the depths of the earth, these plants broke out of the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye. They grew in the wind and soon reached a height of tens of meters, hundreds of meters or even two or three hundred meters.

, like skyscrapers piercing the sky.

These living skyscrapers also stretch out countless branches horizontally, connecting them with the branches of the surrounding skyscrapers, like an intricate air passage extending in all directions.

If the ancient Turan people lived in such a "biological building", they would be able to travel directly to any corner of the city without going downstairs.

“What an amazing technology!

"This is not only a miracle in architecture, but also a breakthrough in materials science. The ancient Turan people have been able to tame various metals with different properties just like people on earth tame flames. Only then can they smelt such metals that are extremely tough but also extremely durable.

A super alloy that can change at will and even integrate with plants, and then use it to build the backbone of the city.

"However, it seems that even this technology of building cities and smelting alloys has been lost for a long time.

"Seven or eight thousand years ago, the Black-Corner City that was just built was a hundred times grander, larger, more brilliant, and a hundred times more advanced than the Black-Corner City I saw today.

"If we say that the newly built Black Corner City is a magnificent palace.

"Today's Black Corner City is just the ruins left after the palace was repeatedly invaded by fires, floods, storms and even rioters. Wild beasts occupied it and turned it into a lair, and they randomly pulled some dead branches and mud on top.

"The entire city seems to have experienced a series of collapses over the long years, and its height has been reduced by more than half.

"The super alloy material that has lost its spiritual energy has gradually exceeded the limit of metal fatigue and is on the verge of collapse. It is covered with rust and cracks everywhere. The Bloodhoof clan has piled bricks and smeared mud on it.

But it's just an illusion.
Chapter completed!