Chapter 1198： The true face of Totem Battlegear

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

No matter how hard its fangs and iron tongs tremble, it can't advance even the distance of a single strand of hair.

Because there were two chains as thick as a baby's arms, they were entwined in circles at some point, unknowingly, and locked its arms.

The two chains were stretched straight, extending from the shoulders of the origin samurai all the way to the depths of the dense forest.

None of the three white bone camp elites could see the appearance of the chain holder.

A picture emerged in my mind subconsciously—two chains seemed to be entwined on top of an iron tower, and the iron tower was rooted in the depths of hundreds of arms underground.

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

Suddenly, thousands of strands of red lightning spewed from the depths of the dense forest, entwining inch by inch of bright chains, pouring into the arms of the origin warrior.

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

In the center of the "Hua Stamen", there was a raging flame that could melt steel.

The "python" on the left arm of the origin samurai and the "scorpion tail" on the right arm suddenly made a "crackling" melting sound like ice cubes were thrown into an oil pan.

There were still grinning faces just now, and it became extremely distorted at this moment, revealing a killing machine, which should never be, and it would never be possible to show an expression of pain.

Rao is so, the origin warrior still did not give up his mission.

It struggled desperately, and its whole body slammed forward.

It seemed that he wanted to use the momentum to make the flaming iron chain tore its arms from the body.

Use "the strong man to break his arm", no, it is the method of "the strong man to break his arm" to regain freedom.

Indeed, the current Saintess of Ancient Dreams is just like the candlelight wagging in the violent wind, which may be extinguished at any time.

Even without arms, as long as the original warrior's deformed and swollen head blasted out of the power of a siege hammer, it slammed into the face or chest of the ancient dream saint.

It is enough to make the cranial cavity or chest cavity of the ancient dream saint completely collapse, no matter the brain or the heart, all will be muddy.

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

At the moment when the origin warrior monster was full of power, he loosened his hands and flicked his arms, allowing the origin warrior to pounce forward.

Just using the ripples raised by swinging the chain, slightly adjusted the force angle of the origin samurai slightly to the right.

The origin warrior did not expect that the holder of the flame chain had such a subtle level of perception and control of power.

The astonishing power that was originally prepared to contend with the flame chain holders has all been lost.

On the contrary, he lost his balance. Both the "Moncler" and the "Scorpion Tail" passed by the convulsive ancient dream saint in a dangerous and dangerous posture.

The former bit the mandala tree behind the ancient dream sage, and the latter is deeply embedded in the earth like a ship anchor.

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

The holder of the flame chain did not give it a chance.

At the same time it re-wielded the "Python" and "Scorpion Tail".

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

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

Its internal organs and the liquid metal-like substances that envelop the organs all turned into orange-red magma and spewed out.

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

The contents in the body cavity of the origin samurai were sprayed out in just half a minute.

Until this moment, the three elites of the White Bone Camp were dumbfounded to discover that what protruded from the chest and abdomen of the origin samurai were two burning blades.

No, judging from the thickness of the back of the blade and the exaggerated blade, they really can't tell whether such an exaggerated human weapon is a sword that cuts iron like mud or a battle axe that destroys the dead!

This is not the end.

Although all the internal organs were burned, the origin warrior still did not die.

In other words, it has long since died, leaving only a large number of active cells, which act as the "key" for activating liquid metal substances to drive this killing machine and execute the destruction program that has already been implanted. Therefore, it is impossible to die a second time.

Although its body has become an empty body.

The liquid metal-like substances attached to the body's surface are still wriggling and struggling, trying to wrap the active cells and recombine them into strange lethal weapons.

The two flame blades saw each pull upwards.

From head to toe, the origin samurai with extremely powerful vitality was cut in half vertically.

Above the orange-red sharp blade, a bunch of flames resembling tiny lightning flashed out, eagerly rushing towards the active cells attached to the liquid metal-like substance.

The origin warrior, who was divided into two halves, received a magma baptism from head to toe solidly.

No matter how immortal the liquid metal substance is, it can't stop the flames of thousands of degrees high temperature, and burn every active cell into coke, ashes, dust, and particles smaller than dust, completely cutting off all vitality.

Without the blessing of active cells.

The fragments of the totem armor that formed the origin samurai were also deprived of the right to continue killing. Thousands of armor fragments were scattered all over the place like broken thread pearls.

Until this moment, a statue of magma was flowing through it, emitting light that was unsightly, like a moving volcanic giant, slowly appeared in front of the three surviving white bone camp elites.

The three Baiguying elites all opened their mouths almost dislocated.

After blinking for a long time, I discovered that this iron tower with flowing magma, measured by its true height, might not be as tall and mighty as a samurai.

But the whole body bloomed and rushed straight into the dark cloud-filled sky, as if the flames that could burn a hole in the night, but filled him with a fascinating sense of oppression, even the true frost giant on the far north ice sheet was in front of him You must bow your head and claim your court.

Scattered on the ground, the fragments of the out-of-control totem battle armor that lost the master, all shivering under the cover of his light.

It's like a jackal, tiger and leopard crawling at the feet of a giant dragon.

But he couldn't help making a "hiss" sound, and stretched out clusters of metal tentacles like flower stamens, eager to blend into his body and become part of his individual combat system to make more killings.

The three white bone camp elites themselves are also the holders of the totem battle armor fragments.

I know that totem battle armor fragments are, in a sense, a very special living thing, possessing its own desire and will.

But I have never seen a fragment of totem armor, so longing for the "favor" of the new owner.

I think of the origin samurai who just slaughtered dozens of people like melons and vegetables.

In front of this majestic giant of magma, there is no way to parry.

The panic and confusion in my heart could not help but burst.

"Well, who is this monster?"

"Is it the strongest among the Golden Clan, the warchief and high priest rank?"

"What kind of totem armor is this? It's like magma that flows continuously and never freezes!"

"Why did he stop the origin warrior from assassinating the ancient dream saint? Isn't he, he is not the enemy, but our...last hope?"

Looking at the three guarded but full of anticipation Baiguying elite.

Under the burning helmet, Meng Chao raised his mouth slightly.

If you have time.

He wanted to take off his face shield and helmet to show his true colors, and pay his most sincere tribute to the three elites who fought to the last drop of blood.

Thanks to them that, under the chase of the four origin warriors, they brought the ancient dream saint here anyway, and delayed enough time to give that extremely bright future... the last glimmer of hope.

Next, we must rely on ourselves to let this thread of life become infinite possibilities!

Huh! Huh!

Meng Chao shook his arms and retracted his two blazing swords.

The blade slammed into it, knocking out a dazzling spark, shooting into the depths of the dense forest, illuminating the darkness between the branches.

It also extended the three weird shadows standing in the dark to the limit.

A total of four were remotely controlled by "Jackal" Kanus and transformed into the origin samurai of assassins.

One of them was burned to ashes by Meng Chao.

There are three more.

Three more difficult ones.

The first one, like a giant armadillo, is surrounded by layers of armor. When it swells, it looks like a metal ball spinning around. Even the limbs and head are deeply embedded in the sphere.

When necessary, seven or eight layers of armor overlap each other, and the defense is comparable to superalloy armor more than half a meter thick.

And when the thousands of armor pieces on the surface of the sphere stand up high, the sharp edges, like the teeth inside a meat grinder, can squeeze everything it touches into powder.

The second one, also lost his human form, was like a hedgehog with knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes and hooks all over, a mobile weapons arsenal.

The third origin warrior still retains his human form.

But it kept too much.

It is "three heads and six arms" in the literal sense.

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

Such a hideous form more and more verified Meng Chao's judgment.

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

But from the cellular level, the reincarnation can be transformed into the reincarnation to release the ultimate individual equipment with the strongest combat effectiveness of active cells.

It's just that the advanced orcs have long lost the true use of totem armor and 90% of the fighter's capabilities.

Only when it loses control and looks like a madman, it is possible to make a mistake and awaken its true colors!