In an instant, dozens of brainwaves that were even fiercer than lightning were released from the depths of his brain.
If they performed a full scan of Meng Chao's brain at that moment, they would find that the peak of his brain waves had increased by dozens of times compared to a moment ago.
Dozens of brainwaves were like invisible giant axes, accurately and fiercely chopping the Centaur Warrior's skull.
The Centaur Warriors immediately felt a splitting headache. Their vision blurred as they began to hallucinate.
The sky, which was originally covered with dark clouds, seemed to be instantly set ablaze. The flames of destruction dyed the entire world a deathly white.
Shrill meteors fell from the sky one after another, turning into huge fireballs that could destroy heaven and earth. They smashed heavily onto their bodies, smashing them into pieces. Every single cell in their bodies was annihilated.
The Great Horned Rat God's sinister figure slowly emerged from the flames at the center of this apocalyptic world.
The Centaur Warriors, who were caught off guard, cried out in surprise.
His charge, which was as smooth as flowing water, suddenly slowed down and became chaotic, as if he had been whipped.
Even if their wills were as firm as steel, they did not believe in the existence of the Great Horned Rat God.
But no matter how hard he tried, he could not expel the illusion of the apocalypse burning and the Rat God descending to destroy everything from his mind in a short amount of time.
He could not stop the instinctive fear that came from his brain, which had been bombarded, from spreading to every nerve ending in his body.
This was the power of Meng Chao's mind attack secret technique — Fear Bomb.
When he had just returned to the past, since he had gone through the destruction of the apocalypse and gained the support of Kindling, his mental strength index had already surpassed that of a normal superhuman, and he was immune to most mental attacks.
As he fought against the abnormal beasts, especially the Supernatural Entity Gods who were skilled in mind attacks, he fought against them on a mental level countless times. From these monsters with deformed brains, he learned how to activate all his brain cells and use the ripples of his brainwaves to invade the target's brain and implant any information he wanted.
The Demonic Abyss Eye, the Tree of Wisdom, and the microcomputer from billions of years ago during the ancient war were his teachers.
The skills he learned from these "teachers" in the dangerous classes were enough for him to rise to the ranks of the best mind experts in Dragon City — no, in the Other World.
To Meng Chao, invading the centaur warrior's mind while the centaur warrior was caught off guard, implanting illusions, and triggering the centaur warrior's fear was something he could do normally.
Of course, it was impossible to completely stop the war machine that had been pushed to its limits with fear alone.
At the same time Meng Chao released and detonated the Fear Bomb, the hailstorm lurking in the grass not too far away to his left started its performance.
She knelt on one knee. Her eyes were focused and her expression was cold. She was like an almost perfect ice sculpture.
Two arms surrounded by dark blue light were inserted deep into the unusually moist soil that was rich in underground water.
As the runes on her arms continued to appear, the totemic power gradually flowed along the path opened up by the runes, from her arms all the way to the ground, causing the ground around her to freeze, turning it into an extremely smooth ice surface.
With the arms of the ice storm as the source.
The dark blue ice was like a living creature, continuously extending towards the Centaur Warrior's hooves.
If the Centaur Warrior had stepped on ice from the start, it would have been able to maintain its balance and even run as if it was flying.
But they were first shocked by Meng Chao's Fear Bomb.
Then, when they were caught off guard, they stepped on ice that should not have existed.
In an instant, they lost their footing and stumbled.
The Centaur Warrior charging at the very front was also the one who was affected the most by Meng Chao's brainwaves. He stopped moving and raised his front hooves.
His hind hooves left two deep trenches on the ice, causing him to fall sideways and slide down the path that the hailstorm had designed.
The remaining Centaur Warriors might not be in such a pathetic state, but their charge was completely broken.
Once they managed to regain their balance, their speed fell to rock bottom.
The most important thing for a cavalier to charge against an infantry formation that had ten times the number of cavaliers was speed.
Forget ten times the number of cavaliers, even if they were one hundred times the number of cavaliers, they would still have the chance to scatter the cavaliers in one go. Then, they would be slaughtered like pigs.
But if both sides lost their speed and ended up fighting each other in a chaotic battle, even the heavily-armored cavaliers might be devoured by the rampaging crowd.
The Centaur Warriors in front of them fell into a nightmare that cavaliers did not want to face.
Even though they used their final momentum to trample a few unfortunate escapees who were curled up in the bushes into mush, they were still a spent force.
But that was all the damage that could be caused by an arrow at the end of its flight.
They were far from tearing apart the escapees' formation.
Instead, they sank into the depths of the formation and were surrounded by the escapees.
The successive appearances of the Fear Bomb and Frost Scourge made them realize that the fugitives lurking in the bushes were definitely not as simple as weak rats.
The invisible but fatal enemy could turn this game of cat and mouse into a feast of slaughter at any moment.
Unfortunately for them, they were not the diners of the feast, but the food on the table!
The leader of the Centaur Warriors made the best choice.
He tried to change his direction slightly and charge out of the escapees' formation from the side.
Once he had enough space, he decided whether he should use a dense volley of arrows to regain his dignity.
Or he could leave and gather enough reinforcements before coming back to avenge himself.
Unfortunately, the escapees did not let him get what he wanted.
Because all the escapees who were still alive had witnessed a new "miracle" with their own eyes!
They clearly saw, heard, or even felt dozens of fully-armored Centaur Warriors rolling towards them like a violent mountain torrent.
The Centaur Warrior who was the closest to them almost pierced their hearts with his spear.
There wasn't any power that could stop this destructive torrent.
However, this torrent was blocked by an invisible barrier.
The Centaur Warriors, who were supposed to be the destroyers and carry out the cruelest massacre, had a horrified expression on their ferocious faces.
They mysteriously stopped their iron hooves that could trample everything.
If this was not the blessing of the Horned Rat God.
What else could it be?
"The Rat God has protected us again!"
"As expected, this is just a trial arranged by the Rat God. As long as we are determined and brave enough, nothing can kill us!"
"They're afraid! The Centaur Warriors are actually afraid!"
These thoughts were like streams of magma, flowing in the brains of the fugitives, completely igniting their fighting spirit.
Meng Chao and Hailstorm's ambush not only caused the pursuers to stumble, they also gave the escapees time to take the "miracle medicine".
Based on their previous agreement, all the surviving escapees crushed the beeswax that sealed the "miracle medicine", lifted their necks, and drank the fragrant medicinal liquid in one go.
"Hiss …"
"Whoosh …"
"ROAR!"
Their eyes instantly went wide, and their skin turned red. White smoke came out of their heads like chimneys, and they howled like wild beasts.
Meng Chao's guess was right.
The miracle medicine that was known as the Horned Rat God's gift was indeed similar to Dragon City's Deification Capsules, but they were different.
The rat people who took the miracle medicine instantly activated their maximum potential. At the cost of draining their health and even their lives, their fighting strength increased by leaps and bounds for a short period of time.
Crackling sounds of bones cracking could be heard coming from within their bodies. Their muscles expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even their skin couldn't keep up with the speed of their growth. Streaks of scarlet lines were torn on their skin, causing their bodies to become tall, majestic, and hideous.
Some of the rat people were originally exhausted and even heavily injured. They could not even stand up.
But the moment they took the miracle medicine, they turned into rumbling machines. Hot, steam-like bloody fog gushed out of their wounds, and they stood up crookedly in the bloody fog.
Compared to the changes in their bodies, the changes in their temperament were even more intense.
Originally, when they faced the Blood Hooves Warriors' tall horses, the small and thin rat people were always a little timid and even sleazy.
But now, their eyes were filled with bursting blood vessels, all of which were jumping out of their eyeballs like dark-red javelins, trying to pierce through the chests of the Centaur Warriors.
"For the Horned Rat God!"
"Please witness my courage and glory!"
"Hehehehehe!"
The fugitives instantly turned into slaughterers.
The rat people all jumped out of the bushes and rushed towards the Centaur Warriors like crazy demons.
The Centaur Warriors who had been hunting for a day and a night finally paid the price for their arrogance.
In fact, many of the Centaur Warriors had totemic armor in their bodies.
Even if it did not cover their entire body from head to toe.
Even a few fragments could greatly increase their fighting strength.
But when they charged, not many of the Centaur Warriors chose to activate their totemic armor.
They only wore ordinary leather armor, bone armor, and metal armor.
The reason was simple.
The totemic armor was like a ravenous beast. To activate its full power, the owner had to continuously sacrifice their flesh, Psionic energy, and strength.
They did not know how long they would have to roam the plains.
If they had to activate their totemic armor every time they encountered the rat people, the owner would probably be sucked dry by the armor after a few battles, or lose control and become a Origin Warrior.
Not to mention — —
"What right do the mere rat people have for us to summon our totemic armor and welcome the most glorious death?"
According to the tradition of the Turan Warriors.
Only when facing a true warrior of the same status would they need to activate their totemic armor to fight.
To die in the hands of an enemy with totemic armor was a glory that only warriors could enjoy.
How could they let the dirty and smelly blood of these rats stain their totemic armor?
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