Casava Bloodhoof, or most of the high-grade orcs, would never have dreamed that someone would set their sights on a temple.
First of all, no matter how big or small a temple was, as long as it received the blessings of the ancestral spirits, it would have a defense that was far above that of a clan.
Those who barged in recklessly would usually die without even knowing how they died.
Second, the weapons, medicine, and ancient books worshiped in the temple might have unparalleled power, but they also contained a lot of risk. Even if one of the weapons was taken away, it would be difficult for them to use it easily.
Third, the high-grade orcs naturally respected the ancestral spirits like gods.
Even the temples of enemy families and competing families would not be easily destroyed.
Even if he massacred the other party's entire settlement or tribe, he would not be able to completely destroy the other party's temple.
Instead, they would integrate the ancestral spirits into their own ancestral spirit worship system and continue serving them.
No matter how crazy the high-grade orcs were, they would not risk dying on the spot, becoming Origins Warriors, being cursed by the ancestral spirits, and provoking a powerful family to loot a temple.
Unfortunately, Meng Chao was not a high-grade orc.
He and the blizzard had already circled the Blood Skull Temple and confirmed that there were no more guards. They had also explored the terrain behind the temple.
Meng Chao gestured at Bing Feng and asked him with his eyes, "Is your injury okay?"
The blizzard snorted coldly and disappeared into the depths of the smoke.
Meng Chao extended five fingers and counted down in his heart. "Five, four, three, two, one!"
When he reached the last number, he got up and got into a crouching start. It was as if he was doing a one-hundred-meter sprint. He did not hide his intentions and rushed toward the two guards.
When he was still one hundred meters away, the two guards felt a fierce gust of wind coming at them.
The killing intent that seemed to have physical form completely froze their brains, hearts, and vocal cords. They could not even shout.
The two guards tried their best to overcome the fear in their hearts and raised their shields and swords at Meng Chao.
But the blizzard had already landed behind them without a sound.
He slashed at their necks with his knife-hand, which was covered in frost.
The cold wave instantly invaded the two guards' necks.
It also froze their central nervous systems along with their spines.
Even if the two guards were built like bulls when they stood up, their necks were even thicker than Meng Chao's thighs.
After half a muffled groan, both of them fell to the ground, their skin turning purple and their faces ashen.
Once he got rid of the two guards in an instant, Hailstorm was expressionless, but he quirked his eyebrows at Meng Chao.
Meng Chao grinned and gave her a thumbs-up.
The two of them dragged the two frozen guards into the ruins and hid them there.
Then, he walked around the Blood Skull Divine Temple and studied the walls of the divine temple carefully to see if there were any flaws he could exploit.
Obviously …
Not at all.
The ground of the Blood Skull Divine Temple looked like a red skull that had been magnified a hundred times.
It had pitch-black eye sockets and horns that rose into the sky.
The outer wall was also engraved with dense cuneiform characters, emitting an inviolable majesty.
If he closed his eyes and listened carefully, he could even hear the wind blowing through his dark eye sockets, letting out shrill howls that sounded like the roars of ferocious spirits.
It did not just contain the ferocious spirits of the gladiators who had died in the arena in the past one thousand years.
It also included the Blood Hoof Warriors who had sacrificed themselves in the Battle of Glory thousands of years ago.
In truth, the history of the Blood Skull Divine Temple was even longer than that of the Blood Skull Coliseum.
The ancient Turan people had first built this divine temple and placed a lot of the precious resources, technology, and equipment of the Turan civilization inside.
Thousands of years later, to please the ancestral spirits, the high-grade orcs often gathered in front of the divine temple to have wrestling matches. As time passed, it gradually became one of the largest coliseums in Black Corner City.
Hence, the divine temple itself was one hundred times sturdier than the coliseum.
It was not something that could be broken with a simple and crude punch.
"Big Buck told me that the outer wall of the Blood Skull Divine Temple has been blessed by the ancestral spirits and can reflect all attacks," Meng Chao mumbled.
He gathered spirit energy in his right arm and threw a punch at the wall of the temple that was neither too light nor too heavy.
Boom!
Buzz!
Boom!
Three loud bangs rose.
When Meng Chao's fist came into contact with the outer wall of the divine temple, the cuneiform characters embedded in the wall all shone with a dazzling light.
They were like hungry piranhas, sucking up all the power that gushed out of Meng Chao's fingers.
Then, countless golden cuneiform characters gathered together and formed a fist that was even bigger than Meng Chao's head, and it went for his chest.
Meng Chao was prepared for it. He quickly crossed his fists.
But the fist that bounced back broke his stance and sent him flying.
He nimbly turned around in the air four or five arms away and landed lightly on the ground. He rubbed his numb arms and gasped in amazement.
Seeing this, Hailstorm thought for a moment and went forward to put her arms on the outer wall of the divine temple.
As the runes on the totem armor flashed, two waves of blue cold waves gushed out of her palms and gradually spread, freezing the entire wall that was two arms wide.
There was a pale luster in the blue frost. It seemed to change the quality of the wall, turning it into glass that would shatter at a touch.
Hailstorm turned around and was about to say to Meng Chao, "Try again."
But Meng Chao's expression changed, and he said anxiously, "Careful!"
Hailstorm's pupils shrank, and an ice path appeared under her feet. She turned into a blue bolt of lightning and slid more than ten arms away in one breath.
Almost at the same time, there was a loud bang. The blue frost on the outer wall of the divine temple instantly shattered and turned into countless ice needles that shot toward Hailstorm like a storm. They landed a few feet away from her heels.
The two of them looked at each other. They were shocked by the extraordinary power of the ancient Turan people.
"Looks like it's impossible to break through the wall," Meng Chao said.
"Based on what Big Barker said, all the Turan Temples were built by the ancestral spirits using supreme divine power. Then, they were buried underground. Or, as time passed, they naturally sank into the ground.
"This means that the divine temple is made of the same material. It's impossible to dig three feet into the ground and break through from the bottom of the divine temple.
"Besides, we don't have that much time to slowly dig a tunnel.
"Then we can only go through the front door."
The two of them went to the huge skull's open mouth.
They sucked in a deep breath at the same time and worked together to push the heavy door that had cuneiform carved on it. It looked like it was made of stone.
The door was not locked.
It looked like it was sealed by a sticky power.
The two of them gritted their teeth and pushed for a full half a minute before they slowly opened a gap.
With the help of the fire, they could vaguely see a long tunnel that led downward.
The totem power that spread out from the depths of the tunnel gave them the illusion that there were dozens of totem beasts lurking in the darkness.
The two of them activated their visors and covered their mouths and noses. They did not leave a single gap and walked into the depths of the divine temple.
The light that flowed through the gap behind them had long since been swallowed by the darkness.
Dark red flames automatically lit up the wall in front of them, illuminating the winding tunnel.
It was as if they were walking in the intestines of a huge beast.
Meng Chao observed the wall carefully and noticed that there were huge reliefs carved on it.
They were all ferocious and ferocious totem beasts.
The red flames that stretched out along the way were the eyes of the totem beasts.
He extended his finger and touched them gently. He did not sense any heat from the red flames.
But his spirit meridians reacted slightly. He sensed a strange power invading his body through his fingertip.
By the looks of it, the eyes of the totem beasts were not real flames.
Instead, they were some sort of magnetic field restraining and spirit energy releasing device.
That was why they could continuously light up and extinguish themselves after millions of years of corrosion.
'The ancient Turan people's creations do have some skill.'
Meng Chao pulled his finger back and flicked it gently. He forced out the strange power that invaded his body and accurately reflected it back into the red flames.
He continued moving forward with the ice storm. Soon, they went past a small round hall, and the tunnel ahead of them became flat and spacious.
However, there were two rows of statues on both sides of the spacious tunnel.
The black statues were like the amalgamation of black iron and obsidian.
At the same time, they had a metallic luster and a stone texture.
There were more than one hundred statues, and their average height was between three to four arms. They were carved with incredibly realistic strokes of more than one hundred Blood Hooves Warriors, and they looked incredibly strong.
They were all minotaurs, boar-people, elephant-people, centaurs, hippopotamus warriors, and rhinoceros warriors.
All of them were dressed in armor.
The bulging muscles all over his body seemed to want to burst the sturdiest armor from the inside out.
They also held axes, hammers, greatswords, and sabers in their hands. They intersected with each other in the air to form an archway that shone with a cold light.
Even though they were cold, dead objects …
They exuded a great murderous intent and fighting spirit.
Meng Chao activated his supernatural vision and could even see smoke coming out of the "statues". Wisps of smoke gathered at their eyes, as if they were staring at two uninvited guests.
'The weapons these statues hold seem to be real.'
The ice storm walked quietly to the first statue and observed it for a while before he came to a conclusion.
"They've always been real," Meng Chao said.
"They're all ancient warriors of Blood Hooves. Quite a number of them contributed greatly during the war when Blood Hooves was founded, which is why they have the right to be enshrined here. They form the first line of defense to protect the temple."
The ice storm nodded and asked, "Then, how do we get through this line of defense?"
"If you have Casava Blood Hooves' permission, you just need to walk under the weapons held by more than one hundred statues," Meng Chao said.
"If you don't, you just need to walk over confidently."
The ice storm was slightly stunned. "What's the difference?"
"The difference is that if you have permission, these statues will just be statues that don't move. The weapons hanging above your head will definitely not fall down," Meng Chao said.
"If you don't have permission, then I don't know. In any case, no one has tried it in the past one or two hundred years."
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