Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!
White smoke immediately rose from Meng Chao’s palm.
However, he did not feel any pain at all.
He only felt two lava-like streams of heat flowing into his body through his palms and then through the spirit meridians in his arms. They were reminiscent of two flaming dragons that were baring their fangs and brandishing their claws. They rushed straight into the depths of his brain.
In an instant, his vision was smeared red by the burning blood.
When the redness faded, the world around him changed.
It was no longer the dangerous Blood Skull Temple.
Instead, it was the magnificent Blood Skull Arena.
He was no longer Meng Chao.
Instead, he was the legendary gladiator, 249!
It was a very weird feeling.
It was as if his soul had been extracted from his body by some mysterious yet irresistible power and poured into 249’s body hundreds of years ago through space-time.
From 249’s perspective, he had experienced a total of two hundred and forty-nine life-and-death battles in an instant. He had obtained two hundred and forty-nine victories through extremely brutal means. Of course, he had also taken the lives of hundreds of opponents.
It was not the first time that Meng Chao had experienced something similar.
In the past, every time he swallowed the totem armor fragments of other clan warriors, he would also experience various bloody and bizarre battles with different identities in a trance.
He knew that it was the ancient artificial intelligence hidden in the totem armor fragments. It had read the battle memories of the past few generations or even dozens of owners and converted their battle memories into the purest battle data. The results were then burned into the depths of his brain.
To put it simply, it was a type of memory replication.
Through this method, the new generation of Turan warriors, who were new to the field and did not have much combat experience, could be instantly transformed into veterans with hundreds of battle experiences.
The side effect was that the battle memories from different eras and different masters would be stacked together repeatedly. It was very likely that the new master’s brain would be fried, leading to a cognitive disorder. He or she would be reduced to a deformed and muddled killing machine, the Origin Warrior.
Since the totem armor had a long history and was of an extremely high grade. It contained the battle memories and spirit imprints of a large number of ancient powerhouses.
However, this new master was too young and immature. He was not prepared at all to absorb the massive database.
The probability of being devoured by the totem armor and becoming an Origin Warrior was extremely high.
Nevertheless, compared with most advanced orcs, Meng Chao was an exception among the other exceptions.
First of all, he came from a large industrial civilization with highly developed information.
In Dragon City, he had used various brain machines to connect to black technology. He had tasted the feeling of a huge amount of data hitting the brain, hence his brain had been greatly trained and developed. Plus, he also had a deep understanding of the relationship between brain waves and information transmission.
Therefore, he would not be like an ordinary orc, drowning in the whirlpool of massive amounts of battle data and being unable to extricate himself.
Second of all, long before the college entrance examination, he had used the Kindling to read a large amount of his past life’s memory data, which was equivalent to a strong vaccine.
No matter how powerful the totem armor’s information flood was, it was not as shocking as the doomsday scene that the Kindling had brought about.
Not to mention, he had read many pieces of information about the ancient wars billions of years ago via the monster mastermind in the second ancient ruins within the Hidden Mist Domain.
No matter how long the history of the Turan civilization was, it could only be traced back to tens of thousands of years ago.
Compared with the Ancients’ information that went back billions of years ago, it was nothing.
Therefore, ordinary advanced orcs, even warriors from the Blood Hoof Clan, had to be cautious and hesitant when they faced the ancient weapons and armor that contained great power. They were afraid that their minds would be taken away if they touched it in the slightest.
To Meng Chao, that problem did not exist at all.
He was able to enjoy the battles of 249 at a close distance with an absolutely calm attitude. He was no different from a distinguished guest in the best auditorium.
He also copied all the powerful moves that 249 had made famous by slaughtering countless gladiators into his brain.
Minotaur Smash!
Iron Hoof Suffocation!
Explosive Fall!
Throat-locking Flying Kick!
All the extremely powerful and brutal moves turned into the purest data stream. Like surging magma, they were deeply imprinted on Meng Chao’s cerebral cortex in the form of biological electricity. In an instant, every nerve ending around his body turned into his fighting instinct.
He had always made sure that his mind had 100% clarity. He remembered who he was and his mission. He would never mix his memories with the memories of the legendary gladiator, 249. It was even more impossible for him to be confused about who he really was.
In a second, 249’s most exciting moment flashed past Meng Chao’s eyes like a passing lantern.
The world before his eyes suddenly shattered, reassembling a larger, more exciting, and more cruel battlefield…
Meng Chao simultaneously received the slaughter and near-death memories of dozens of advanced orcs.
Inside were the totem battle armor and the most precious battle data of the previous owners of the legendary ultimate weapon, the Skull Crushers.
Meng Chao felt that his soul was torn apart, as if it was thrown into the bodies of dozens of Minotaurs, wild boar men, barbarian elephant men, and Centaur warriors at the same time.
He could feel their fanaticism, excitement, anger, and ecstasy with incomparable clarity.
He could feel the smoke of gunpowder drilling into the tip of their noses, the sweat stimulating their eyes, the blood spurting out like arrows, and the feeling of hugging each other tightly and crushing each other’s bones.
Of course, there was also the indescribable pleasure of a Skull Crusher smashing the enemy’s head.
And the frustration of his head being split apart by the enemy’s great sword and battle ax. The pain was bone-deep, but there was nothing he could do.
All the feelings were turned into battle data. Just like 249’s move just now, it was branded into Meng Chao’s neural network and turned into his instinct.
In an instant, more than a hundred new skills that could be triggered by conditioned reflex were added to Meng Chao’s skill library.
In the words of an advanced orc, this was the blessing of the ancestral spirit!
Perhaps Ice Storm was right.
Very few advanced orcs could receive so many blessings from the ancestral spirit at one go.
Even Casanova Bloodhoof did not dare.
Therefore, he could only continue to seal the Origins Warrior, 249 in the depths of Blood Skull temple like the previous masters of the Blood Skull Arena. However, he did not dare to challenge 249. Casanova Bloodhoof just he wanted to seize the legendary Skull Crushers because he knew it very well.
Even if he could defeat 249, he would still lose himself completely.
Under the crazy impact of the massive amount of battle data that the Skull Crushers sent out, he would fall into the most exciting moment of countless ancient wars and be unable to extricate himself.
Originally, Casanova Bloodhoof had intended to gain more experience in the Battle of Glory and constantly sharpen his will in the confrontation with the experts from all sides. Then, he would try to control the supreme power that the Skull Crusher contained.
However, he did not expect that Meng Chao, the outlier who had attacked him from the side, would be the first to arrive.
Through countless different identities and different postures, Meng Chao grasped the Skull Crushers tightly.
However, he was not consumed by the pair of fierce hammers that were filled with killing intent and lost in the endless slaughter.
On the contrary, through the ever-changing ancient war scenes, he had sensed more details about the evolution of the Turan civilization.
His guess had been correct.
The Turan civilization was indeed in the process of rapid decline.
It was like a great ebb tide of the evolution of civilization, no, a great avalanche!
In the battle data stored by the Skull Crushers, the closer the era was to today’s war scenes, the more chaotic the formation of the advanced orcs became. The coordination of the various troops was close to zero, and almost all the clan warriors, relied on the power of the totem armors and fought on their own like a pile of loose sand.
Rather than saying that they were an army…
It was more appropriate to say that they were a hive of chaos.
No wonder they had the advantage in size and number. With the support of the ultimate single-weapon weapon, the totem armors, and the hundreds of Battles of Glory, they were still unable to break through the defense line of the Holy Light faction!
But had not been the case in the past.
The more ancient the battle memories were, the tighter the formation of the ancient Turan army was. Gradually, traces of the cooperation of various troops appeared.
Other than the totem armor, more and more spiritual weapons appeared in the hands of the Turan warriors—just like what Meng Chao had seen in the depths of the underground. The ¨emissary of the Rat God commanded the giant bronze axes dug out by the rat people.¨ With a light wave, they could leave crisscrossing cutting marks on rocks that were as hard as irons.
However, the ancient warriors of Turan did not rely on the advantages of the armored soldiers. Instead, they acted recklessly.
They scattered and gathered at random, coming and going like the wind. They were familiar with all kinds of tactics such as ambush, feint, outflanking, encirclement, and interception. It was an eye-opener for Meng Chao. He thought that their tactical literacy had already reached the level of the Red Dragon Army´s.
Such an evolution made Meng Chao especially vigilant.
“Because of the enhancement of the totem armor, it led to the continuous expansion of individual combat ability, causing the Turan people to increasingly neglect tactical cooperation and technological innovation. They completely built the hope of victory and the future of the entire civilization on the foundation of the totem armor.
“As a result, the totem armor continued to accumulate combat data, continuously evolving and becoming stronger. It indeed became the first line of defense to firmly defend the Turan civilization.
“However, all the technologies other than the totem armors were ignored and gradually lost.
“Today’s advanced orcs have been reduced to a barbaric race with developed limbs and simple minds. They only know how to be brave and fierce, but don’t understand what ‘civilization’ is. They would be doomed irretrievably tomorrow.
“It’s like this, isn’t it?
“Is the totem armor a blessing or a curse? What is the purpose of the ancient Turan people in developing the totem armor?!”
These questions were still like crystal bubbles floating in the air, waiting for Meng Chao to break them one by one.
And right now, Meng Chao’s heart was extremely clear.
“I will accept the enormous power contained in the Skull Crushers!
“However, I will never become a slave of the desire to kill like the advanced orcs today and destroy everything, including my own puppets!¨
