Shick! Shick!
White smoke instantly rose from Meng Chao's palms.
But he didn't feel any pain at all.
He only felt two streams of heat that looked like magma surge into his body through his palms. Then, they went through the spirit meridians in his arms and charged into the depths of his brain like two raging fire dragons.
In an instant, his vision was dyed crimson by the blazing blood.
When the crimson color gradually faded, the surrounding world had changed into a different world.
He was no longer in the dangerous depths of Blood Skull Temple.
Instead, he was in the main arena of the grand Blood Skull Coliseum.
He was no longer Meng Chao.
He was the Legendary Gladiator 249!
It was a very strange feeling.
It was as if his soul had been extracted from his body by some mysterious and unfathomable power that he could not resist. It moved through time and space and was injected into the body of 249 from hundreds of years ago.
With 249's vision, he instantly experienced 249 life-and-death fights. With brutal methods, he won 249 fights. Of course, he also took the lives of hundreds of his opponents.
This was not the first time Meng Chao experienced something like this.
In the past, every time he swallowed the scraps of the totem armor of the warriors of other clans, he would also experience bloody, bizarre, and gory battles in a trance in a different identity.
He knew that it was the result of the ancient artificial intelligence hidden in the totemic armor fragments. It had read the fighting memories of the past few or even dozens of owners of the totemic armor. Then, it turned those fighting memories into the purest fighting data and imprinted them into the depths of his brain.
To put it simply, this was "memory replication" to a certain extent.
Through this method, the new generation of Turan warriors who did not have a lot of fighting experience could instantly turn into veterans who had fought in hundreds of battles.
But the side effect was that the fighting memories from different eras and different owners would overlap with each other, and it might burn the new owner's brain. Their cognition would be muddled, and they would end up as deformed, muddle-headed killing machines known as Origins Warriors.
This was especially so since the totemic armor had a long history and was of high quality. It contained a lot of fighting memories and mental imprints of ancient fighters.
On the other hand, the new owner was too young and inexperienced. He was not prepared at all to absorb such a huge database.
The probability of being devoured by the Totem Armor and becoming an Origin Warrior was extremely high.
But compared to most high-grade orcs, Meng Chao was an anomaly among anomalies.
First of all, he came from a highly advanced industrial civilization.
While he was in Dragon City, he had experienced the feeling of a large amount of data crashing into his brain through all sorts of advanced technology that connected his brain to computers. His brain had been trained and developed, and he had a rather deep understanding toward the relationship between brain waves and information transmission.
Therefore, he would not be like an ordinary orc, immersed in the vortex of a sea of battle data, unable to extricate himself.
Secondly, long before the college entrance examination, he had read a large amount of his previous life's memory data through Tinder, which was equivalent to a powerful vaccination.
No matter how powerful the torrent of information the Totemic Armor created was, it was not as shocking as the image of the apocalypse brought by [Kindling].
Besides, he had also read a lot of information fragments about the ancient war billions of years ago through the monster mastermind in Ancient Ruins No. 2 in Hidden Fog Desolate Region.
The history of the Turan Civilization could only be traced back to tens of thousands of years ago.
Compared to the ancient information from billions of years ago, it paled in comparison.
Therefore, ordinary high-level beastmen, even if they were warriors from the Bloodhoof Family, would always be cautious and hesitant when faced with ancient weapons and armors that contained great power. They were afraid that they would be robbed of their minds if they touched them lightly.
But this was not a problem for Meng Chao.
With absolute calmness, he was like a VIP who was sitting in the best seats of the audience as he watched the battles of the 249 from a close distance.
He also copied the powerful moves that the 249 relied on to become famous and kill countless gladiators into his mind.
Bull's Head Crushing Strike!
Iron Hooves Suffocation!
Explosive Throw!
Throat Locking Flying Kick!
The powerful and brutal moves turned into the purest stream of data. They were like raging magma that was branded deep into Meng Chao's cerebral cortex. In the form of bioelectricity, they instantly flowed through all the nerve endings in his body and turned into his fighting instincts.
And he always kept his mind clear. He remembered who he was and his mission. He would never mix his memories with the memories of the legendary gladiator 249, and it was impossible for him to have a confused understanding of who he was.
In an instant, the most exciting moments of the 249 fights flashed past Meng Chao's eyes.
The world in front of him shattered swiftly and reorganized itself into an even grander, more exciting, and brutal battlefield. .
At the same time, Meng Chao received the memories of dozens of high-grade orcs killing and dying.
They contained the most precious fighting data of the previous owners of the Totemic Armor and the legendary ultimate weapon, Cranium Crusher.
Meng Chao felt his soul being torn to pieces, as if it was thrown into dozens of minotaurs, boar-people, elephant-people, and centaur warriors at the same time.
He could clearly sense their fanaticism, excitement, anger, and ecstasy.
He could sense smoke crawling into their noses, sweat stinging their eyes, blood gushing out like arrows, and the feeling of hugging their enemies tightly and crushing each other's bones.
Of course, he could not help but feel the indescribable pleasure of Cranium Crusher exploding their enemies' heads.
He could also feel the dejection of helplessness when his head was split open by the enemy's swords and battle-axes, and the pain seeped into his bones.
All these feelings turned into fighting data, just like how it had been when the 249 moved. They were branded into Meng Chao's neural network and turned into his instincts.
In an instant, Meng Chao's skill library gained more than one hundred new skills that could be activated by conditional reflex.
In the words of the high-grade orcs, this was the Blessings of the Ancestral Spirits!
Perhaps Ice Storm was right.
There were very few high-grade orcs who could receive so many blessings from the Ancestral Spirits in one go.
Even Casavar Bloodhoof did not dare.
Therefore, he could only continue to seal Origin Warrior 249 in the depths of the Bloody Skull Temple like the previous masters of the Bloody Skull Coliseum did. He did not have the courage to challenge 249 and steal the legendary Skull Crusher.
Because Casava Bloodhoof was very clear.
Even if he could defeat the 249.
They would also completely lose themselves under the crazy impact of the tremendous battle data output by the Cranium Crusher, and they would be unable to extricate themselves from the most exciting moments of countless ancient wars.
Originally, Casava Bloodhoof had planned to gain more experience in the Battle of Glory. He wanted to continuously sharpen his will through the battles with various experts before attempting to control the supreme power of the Cranium Crusher.
But he did not expect that Meng Chao, a freak who came out of nowhere, would beat him to it.
Meng Chao held the Cranium Crusher tightly through countless different identities and in different poses.
However, his mind was not devoured by the pair of ferocious and murderous war hammers, and he was not lost in the endless slaughter.
On the contrary, he sensed more details of the history of the Turan civilization through the ever-changing scenes of the ancient war.
His guess was correct.
The Turan civilization was indeed in the process of degenerating at a rapid pace.
It was as if it had gone through a great tide, no, an avalanche!
Based on the battle data stored by the Cranium Crusher, the closer the battle scenes were to the present day, the more chaotic the formations of the high-grade orcs became. The cooperation between the various soldier types was practically nonexistent, and practically all the warriors relied on the power of their totemic armor to fight for themselves like scattered sand.
They could not be said to be an army.
Rather, it would be more accurate to say that they were a disorderly swarm of bees.
It was no wonder then why they could not break the defense line of the holy light camp even after more than one hundred Battles of Glory despite having an advantage in size and numbers. They also had the support of the ultimate individual weapon, the totemic armor!
But that was not the case in the past.
The more ancient the battle memories were, the stricter the formation of the ancient Turan army was, and the signs of cooperation between the various soldier types gradually appeared.
Aside from the totemic armor, an increasing number of spirit energy weapons appeared in the hands of the Turan warriors. They were just like the bronze axes that Meng Chao had once seen underground. The envoys of the Horned Rat God had commanded the rat people to dig them up. With just a light swing, they could leave intersecting marks on rocks that were as sturdy as metal.
However, the ancient warriors of Tulan did not rely on the advantage of armor and weapons to act recklessly and recklessly.
They scattered and gathered together. They came and went like the wind, and they set up ambushes, feints, outflanks, encirclement, and interceptions with ease. Meng Chao's horizons were broadened, and he believed that their tactical attainments had already reached the level of the Red Dragon Army.
This change made Meng Chao incredibly wary.
"Due to the increase in power from the totemic armor, their individual fighting strength continued increasing, and it caused the Turan people to increasingly neglect tactical cooperation and the innovation of technology. They built their hopes of victory and the future of their civilization on the foundation of the totemic armor.
"In the end, the totemic armor continued accumulating battle data, and it continued evolving and becoming stronger. It did indeed become the first line of defense for the Turan civilization.
"But aside from the totemic armor, all the other technologies were ignored, and they gradually fell into disuse.
"So, the high-grade orcs today are all brawn and no brains. They only know how to fight and are barbaric races that don't understand what civilization is. And tomorrow, they will walk toward destruction, unable to stop it.
"That's right, right?
"Is the totemic armor a blessing or a curse? What is the goal of the ancient Turan people developing the totemic armor?!"
These questions were still like crystal bubbles floating in the air, waiting for Meng Chao to pop them one by one.
But at that moment, Meng Chao knew one thing very clearly in his heart.
"I'll take the great power contained in the Cranium Crusher!
"But I won't end up like the high-grade orcs today. I won't become a slave to my desire to kill and destroy everything, including my own puppets!"
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