'The failure of the Turan civilization, or rather, all of Chaos, is inevitable.'
A hint of understanding rose in Meng Chao's heart.
Before he witnessed the Blood Hooves Army's performance in battle, he still had a sliver of hope.
He believed that Dragon City's crushing defeat and destruction in his previous life was because they were too late in getting involved in the Other World war.
At that time, the high-grade orcs and the holy light humans had already fought a bloody battle at the eastern frontlines. It was a mess.
Hence, Dragon City's civilization did not even have the time to breathe or turn around. They could only continue down the path of destruction.
If he had a way to delay the outbreak of the Other World war and shift the main battlefield from the eastern frontlines to the western frontlines, he could have bought more time and chances for Dragon City and the Turan civilization. They could have made more ample preparations for war. In the end, they could have turned the tables and crushed the apocalypse.
But by the looks of it, it was not that simple.
In the ultimate war that would sweep through the entire world, the initial victory depended on who could seize the initiative and catch the enemy off guard.
It also depended on who had better weapons and valiant warriors.
But at the end of the day, when the goal of the war changed from destruction to conquest, and from conquest to destruction, the final factor that decided the outcome of the war would be the overall strength of the country and the level of their civilization.
Who could bring out the greatest potential in war and mobilize 100% of their resources to throw them into the war?
Who could bring out the Goddess of Victory in their arms?
High-grade orcs were undoubtedly some of the bravest warriors in the Other World.
Their totemic armor was also incredibly sharp.
A fierce high-grade orc warrior could usually win against a holy light warrior of the same level in a one-on-one fight.
But the standard of the civilization during the era of the ancient races meant that it was impossible for the high-grade orcs to mobilize 100% of their war resources and potential.
At most, they could only project 30% of their fighting power to their enemies.
The remaining 70% of their combat power would be annihilated in the meaningless internal friction.
'Even if I could really kill Canus the Jackal and choose an even more rational commander for the Turan army, I might not be able to defeat him.
'Or I could convince Canus the Jackal to become a war chief who is even wiser and more rational than in my previous life.
'Then, I could change the main battlefield of the Other World war and buy a few more years for the Turan and Dragon City civilizations.
'But it's impossible for me to completely change the outcome of the war.
'Perhaps we can have an even smoother fight than in my previous life and occupy more strategic spots in the holy light camp.
"Maybe we can last a few more years than we did in our previous life, and we can even see the hope of victory.
"But in the end, when the so-called 'True God' behind the Holy Light Faction, who stands above the stars, personally comes down, we will still be irrevocably defeated and destroyed.
"The failure of the Chaos Faction is not only due to the wrong timing of the war and the wrong choice of battlefront, nor is it due to the innate disadvantage of their geographical location, weapons, armor, and training system.
"The key is still the organization. It's the structural problem of a classical civilization that is constantly degenerating or even collapsing.
"Therefore, if I want to completely turn the situation around and avoid the tragedy of my previous life, just assassinating or changing Canus isn't enough.
"The Turan civilization must usher in a transformation to have a real future.
"At the very least, when Dragon City creates grenades, rocket launchers, and automatic rifles and sends them to the hands of the Turan Warriors, the warriors should not be killing machines who only think about conquering and destroying. Instead, they should have normal human emotions and know what they are fighting for. They should be real warriors!"
Meng Chao scratched his head.
He found that the difficulty of the missions he faced was getting higher and higher.
Speaking of which, changing the future and crushing the apocalypse was an impossible mission to begin with.
There was not much difference between a difficulty level of 9.9 and a difficulty level of 10.0.
In any case, he had to do his best and try everything he could!
At that moment, the battle between the three Blood Hooves Warriors and the temple thief who had turned into an Origins Warrior was nearing its end.
With the temple thief's fighting strength, it should not have been enough to cause too much trouble to the Blood Hooves Warriors.
But if its flesh, blood, and even its soul were instantly burned and all its life force turned into the most violent fighting strength to turn into an Origins Warrior, the results would be different.
Although the three Bloodhoof Warriors finally managed to cut the temple thief into eight pieces.
It was a terrifying sight to behold. In fact, there were even transparent wounds on the front and back of the bodies of the three Blood Hooves Warriors.
When the temple thief fell to the ground, the crazed counterattack before its death left behind a wound that was so deep that bones could be seen.
No matter how the deformed totemic armor struggled, it could not reassemble the shattered flesh and blood.
The three Bloodhoof Warriors also fell to the ground, panting heavily.
His thick arms, which were originally able to swing a battle-axe that weighed several hundred kilograms like a windmill, now did not even have the strength to cover his wound.
Meng Chao and the hailstorm looked at each other.
The two of them silently approached the three Bloodhoof Warriors from behind.
When the hairs on the back of their necks stood up and goosebumps appeared all over their bodies, they still couldn't detect the two people's breathing, heartbeats, and footsteps.
Whoosh!
Before the three of them could turn around, the hailstorm had already frozen them into three chunks of ice.
Before the three of them could break free of the frost, Meng Chao growled. His chain-bound arms were like two burning warhammers, and he swung them at their heads.
The three Bloodhoof Warriors, whose combined weight exceeded a ton, were sent flying like kites with their strings cut.
He didn't even have the time to let out a muffled groan before he slammed into the dilapidated wall. His tendons and bones were broken, and he fainted.
Meng Chao and the hailstorm did not chase after him.
The two of them walked toward the Origin Warrior's corpse at the same time.
On the twitching and wriggling corpse, the totemic armor that contained terrifying power cracked, and the texture became sticky and soft, like a living liquid metal.
There was also a ferocious-looking heavy saber covered in fangs and saw teeth soaking in the liquid metal.
Even without its master holding it, the saber that lay quietly in the liquid metal released a sharp whistling sound and a murderous aura. To high-grade orcs aside from Meng Chao and the hailstorm, it was a fatal attraction.
By the looks of it, it was the culprit that turned the temple thieves into Origin Warriors.
It was also the weapon that Meng Chao and the hailstorm were determined to get. After they left the Bloodhoof Tribe's territory, they could exchange it for a lot of cultivation resources.
The two of them sized up the sharp saber that contained countless fierce souls with great interest.
Kindling jumped in Meng Chao's mind, and it shone with a golden light.
In the hailstorm's mind, holy light filled each of his sulci and nourished each of his brain cells.
It negated the effects that the saber was trying to cause to their brains.
Whoosh!
Meng Chao took out a meticulously tanned totem beast skin from his bosom. It was carved with beautiful patterns.
It covered the murderous saber and the totem armor that had turned into liquid metal and squirmed nonstop.
The ferocious saber and armor fragments instantly calmed down.
It was like a fierce beast that had been injected with a lot of powerful anesthetics and fell into a deep sleep.
The beast skin was the spoils of war that Meng Chao had looted from the temple thieves.
It seemed to have the effect of suppressing totem power. It was the same as the holy light shackles that Cassava had used on the hailstorm.
The hailstorm still felt that it was not safe enough, so he sprayed a layer of frost on the beast skin.
Only then did he put away the blade and the armor shard.
"My storage space is almost full."
The hailstorm patted his chest in satisfaction and asked Meng Chao, "What about you?"
"I'm almost there." Meng Chao grinned.
This was not the first time the two of them fought.
In truth, when the Blood Hooves Warriors and the temple thieves fought fiercely against each other and both sides were entangled by the Origins Warriors at the same time, Meng Chao and the Ice Tornado did a lot of things to fish in troubled waters and loot a burning house.
If there was a huge disparity in strength between the temple thieves and the Blood Hooves Warriors and one side had a clear advantage, they would hide in the dark and watch the fight quietly. They would not be greedy for any weapon that looked powerful.
In any case, their storage space was limited. It was impossible for them to take away all the treasures in Black Horn City, so there was no need for them to be greedy and expose themselves.
Only when the temple thieves and the Blood Hooves Warriors were of equal strength and both sides were injured would they jump out to take advantage of the situation.
Both of them were experts at hiding and assassinating.
They were also one of the few people in Black Horn City who knew what was going on.
Since they were unprepared, they naturally won multiple battles and gained a lot of rewards.
No matter how picky they were, they would not easily take anything that was not an exquisite item that had a history of nearly one thousand years.
The storage space of the two totem armor was filled to the brim.
Once they finished looting, they saw that the temple thieves and Blood Hooves Warriors nearby did not surround them.
Meng Chao knelt down on one knee and poured a bottle of gray powder evenly on the temple thief's corpse.
When the gray powder touched the temple thief's blood, it immediately seeped in and disappeared without a trace.
The originally pungent smell of blood on the corpse instantly spread out with a strange fragrance.
After a moment, the strange fragrance disappeared. Aside from Meng Chao, no one else could smell it.
This was the tracking powder Meng Chao had carefully created.
It was originally used to track and locate Leaf and the hailstorm's coordinates.
But when Meng Chao observed them in the dark, he noticed that the temple thieves were very concerned about their companions' corpses.
If it was possible, they would take away the corpses at all costs.
If they could not take them away, they would think of a way to destroy them.
He reckoned that the temple thieves did not want the corpses to remain in Black Horn City and end up in the hands of the Blood Hooves Tribe's witch doctors and priests so that they could read the information hidden in the corpses and figure out the origins of the temple thieves.
So, as long as Meng Chao sprinkled the tracking powder evenly on the temple thieves' corpses...
There was a high possibility that the powder would stain the temple thieves who were still alive and had successfully escaped Black Horn City.
In the end, he would be able to find the mastermind by following the clues.
Even if some of the corpses were stained with the tracking powder and were not taken away by the temple thieves, it did not matter.
Because the Blood Hooves Warriors would not have the time to deal with their enemies' corpses within a short period of time.
Even if they did, it was impossible for them to bring the corpses out of Black Horn City.
It would not cause too much of a disturbance to Meng Chao's tracking.
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