The time goes back half a day.

In the secret research base of the ancient Turan civilization.

Meng Chao looked at the green hope potion in his palm and fell into deep thought.

The hope medicine storage device, which looks like a scorpion tail poison needle, is very similar to the syringe of Earthlings.

Relying on a propeller with a simple structure, as long as sufficient pressure is applied at the end, all the desired medicine can be injected into the original matrix through a hollow needle made of special materials.

However, this syringe has neither a remote firing function nor the ability to automatically pressurize and inject, and is entirely operated manually.

Meng Chao felt that this was the last researcher, and he was worried that setting the function too complicated would greatly increase the failure rate and cause the system to fall apart at the most critical moment in the fierce battle with the original mother.

After all, the simpler the structure, the more reliable it is.

But this created a huge problem for Meng Chao:

How to get close to the original mother and create an opportunity to inject it?

"The original mother is not an ordinary monster, but has intelligence comparable to humans and even the mastermind of the monster in Dragon City.

"It has been fighting for nearly ten thousand years with the rebels in the Turan civilization who are unwilling to degenerate, and it has long been familiar with the tactics of these rebels.

"It not only knew that the rebels were dormant near the Hope, but also knew what the rebels were doing. Even if it didn't know it at first, when I reappeared, the trace amount of hope medicine in the totem armor helped me resist the attack of the spiritual magnet.

After that, it should understand everything.

"So, the original mother will absolutely, absolutely, never let me get close to her easily.

"It will even dig a trap for me in an attempt to trick the Potion of Hope into destroying it.

"No matter how heavy the price is, as long as the last potion of hope in the world can be destroyed, it is a very good deal for the original mother.

"And there is a huge gap in strength between me and the original mother.

"Even if its strength is restricted or sealed in some way due to serious injuries, I cannot rely on brute force and charge in front of it without thinking.

"Think about it, think about it carefully, what weapons do I have that I can use, and what advantages do I have that are unique to me and that the original mother would never have predicted..."

Meng Chao's mind was spinning.

Under the blessing of the ancient Tulan rebels, his eyes gradually bloomed with a sharp light.

"Yes, although my hard power is far inferior to that of the original mother, I still have the advantage of poor information!

"To be more precise, the original mother thought she had information superiority and could control everything. She knew what the last researchers of the Turan civilization had been hiding in the secret base for thousands of years, secretly creating and planning.

"And I took advantage of that to mislead it!

“The original mother knew that the rebels were refining ‘neuron-like inhibitory drugs’.

"But it knows better that even if the rebels really succeed in developing it, the number of suppressive drugs they prepare will not be too much.

"The resources around the Hope are limited after all.

"Most of the resources were controlled by the original mother and the mandala tree was devoured in advance.

“Only scraps can be left in the hands of the rebels.

"With such meager resources, it is already very good to be able to refine a neuron-like inhibitory agent.

"If it were possible to refine ten or eight of them, the last researcher would have rushed out fully armed and would have given the killing statue a shot when he saw it. Wouldn't it be a pleasure?

"So, if I can deceive the original mother into thinking that she has taken the only potion of hope from me..."

Meng Chao thought about everything and could only make a desperate move.

He searched for a long time in the secret research base, found another long storage device, and simply assembled a long needle on the front end.

Then, he filled the storage with the nutrient solution from the "sleep cabin" where he had just been lying.

I also used several solvents with particularly bright colors found on the operating table to mix and color.

Meng Chao nodded with satisfaction as he looked at the two "potions of hope" that were hard to tell from fake in appearance.

Now, he wants to bet on three things.

First, Gambling Mother did not expect that he actually carried one true, one false, and two hope potions with him. The one he took out at first, in a posture of going forward indomitably and destroying both the jade and the stone, stabbed the original mother fiercely, was basically

Fake!

Second, in order to stop him, Gambling Mother had to overdraw her computing power and even her life force to the limit. At least within three to five seconds after stopping him, her thinking organs were in a state of severe overload and in urgent need of cooling, and she could not see him.

of flaws.

Third, I bet that the original mother would not kill him directly, but would drag him in front of her to devour or brainwash him. After all, his totem armor, like the Wolf King's six-killer armor, had been used by the original mother for three thousand years.

It would be too wasteful to kill him just like this with the upgrade of the most powerful killing statue created over time.

Time goes back half a day.

Meng Chao made the right bet.

Now, the distance between him and his original mother is only five steps.

The "five steps" that made the common man angry and splattered with blood for five steps!

Even though the thousands of tentacles shot out from the "brain groove" of the original mother, they still entangled Meng Chao's limbs like a bush of thorns.

But it forgot one thing.

Strictly speaking, it was not Meng Chao that it controlled.

It's just the totem armor on Meng Chao.

As an earthling, the biggest difference between Meng Chao and the Turan Orcs is that he is not born with a dependence on the totem armor. It is deeply rooted in the bone marrow and has already formed a fixed mindset.

Gu/span>For Meng Chao, there is no difference between totem armor, heavy machine guns, rocket launchers, main battle tanks, and armored airships. They are just tools.

Being able to use tools is great.

But even if he has no tools and only relies on his fists and teeth, he will continue to fight until he is sacrificed spectacularly or until his will is fully implemented in every corner of this world.

Whoosh!

Meng Chao has long been prepared for the golden cicada to escape its shell.:.

It seems that it has swelled more than before. Inside the mighty and majestic totem armor, his flesh and blood have already shrunk to the limit, and his whole person has shrunk, like a spring compressed to the limit and the power storage device of a large trebuchet.

As the breastplate on the front of the totem armor was split open by him.

Meng Chao, who was surrounded by spiritual flames and roared like a meteorite, holding the real potion of hope, broke through the original mother's last line of defense!

Every fold on the original mother's body was screaming hysterically.

Perhaps, it was when it was subtly brainwashing the ancient Turan people, causing the ancient Turan people to pin their entire civilization's hopes on the spiritual magnet totem armor.

It itself was also affected, and unknowingly fell into a mindset, thinking that as long as it controlled the totem armor, it could completely control the human warriors inside the totem armor who were full of pride and free will.

Until it met Meng Chao.

An anomaly from Dragon City with black hair and black eyes.

Before the burning flesh and blood were entangled by the tentacles of the original mother.

Meng Chao worked hard and inserted the syringe of the hope medicine deeply into the "brain sulcus" that was split in the center of the original mother.

He pressed his chest against the propelling device of the syringe and used all his strength to inject one-third of the powerful inhibitory drug for brain-like neurons into the original mother.

In the "abyss" within the original mother's body, a fluorescent green frenzy suddenly emerged.

It twitched violently like a giant jellyfish tightly entangled with an electric eel.

There seemed to be thousands of ancient ferocious beasts in the "abyss", all letting out heart-piercing screams at the same time.

It wanted to wave its tentacles and use the end as sharp as a javelin to pierce Meng Chao's body.

But the green light originating from the Hope Potion is like a green wildfire, jumping lightly between the tentacles and spreading continuously at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Any tentacles contaminated with green light.

They all seemed to have been blocked from the nerve connection with the original mother, paralyzed and curled up.

The inverted V-shaped light mark imprinted on the original mother's body took advantage of the original mother's cell activity and life magnetic field to be blocked by the Hope Potion, and the holy light bloomed ten times brighter than before.

It seems to tear apart the original mother's body, illuminate and burn the "abyss" inside the original mother!

The "chief culprit" that caused all this, Meng Chao, also felt bad.

His whole body was on the original mother's body.

The skull is even close to the original mother's body, crisscrossing it, releasing folds of violent brain waves.

He also felt the original mother's pain, mania, anger and sorrow that could not be described in words.

Although a large number of tentacles have been paralyzed by the Hope Potion.

But from the "brain groove" of the original mother, there were still new tentacles, which continuously spurted out and wrapped tightly around Meng Chao's limbs and even his throat.

Meng Chao had already suffocated.

I felt like I was about to be torn apart by five horses covered with spiked tentacles in the next second.

But he still let out his final roar with his heart instead of his throat.
To be continued...