The death rate of the monsters around Meng Chao grew higher.
Their deaths were also becoming more horrifying.
The owner of this memory was the ancient abnormal insect. It was like the warrior of the entire race. It was really agile and fierce.
It jumped up and down and avoided a few swings of the Reaper Scythe.
However, its bravery, which was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, was not enough for it to get the credit of being first.
When a red ray and a blue ray swept toward its area from the left and right at the same time, it could no longer dodge.
It could only watch as half of its companions in front of it, to its sides, and behind it were devoured by flames and frozen into ice.
Meng Chao felt sharp pain all over his body. His vision turned black, and he could no longer see anything.
"I'm dead?"
Meng Chao mumbled to himself.
He instantly realized that it was not him, but the owner of this memory. The ancient abnormal insect had died.
After a moment, a faint tremor came from the darkness, and a new scene appeared in front of his eyes.
What filled the scene was a long nose that was as agile as a tentacle. It was covered in spikes.
There was also a huge sarcoma at the end of the nose. The surface of the sarcoma had already become keratinized, and it was covered in spikes. It looked like a morningstar with clear edges.
There were also two fangs that rose into the sky by the sides of the nose. There were profound and complicated natural patterns on the surface of the fangs, and when they were driven by spirit energy, they could release high-frequency vibrations to increase the damage of the fangs.
No matter how he changed his vision, the fierce nose and fangs remained in front of him.
It was only then that Meng Chao realized that they were its nose and fangs.
No, more accurately speaking, they were the vision and memories of another monster that was similar to the Tyrant Mammoth.
This proved Meng Chao's judgment.
Regardless of whether it was the ancient abnormal insect in the beginning or the Tyrant Mammoth, they were all extensions of the mother's will.
Through the ubiquitous neural network, the mother could control each monster in the monster horde like a chess player controlling his chess pieces or a competitive player controlling a virtual army.
It could also store the scenes they saw, the sounds they heard, and all the information they gathered in the microcomputer.
Then, Meng Chao "died" again.
"What's going on?"
Meng Chao stared at the darkness in front of him, as if he had been forced out of the game. He was stunned.
The first primordial insect had persisted for a long time. From the nest of its' mother 'hundreds of kilometers away, it ran all the way to the edge of the ancient city and launched a suicidal charge.
This seemingly domineering Tyrant Mammoth did not even last half a minute before it died in a daze. It did not even understand how "it" had died.
However, this was not important.
Soon, the third monster's point of view appeared in front of Meng Chao.
It was a flying monster that resembled a griffin. It could easily surpass the speed of sound and could also move within a small area, leaving behind afterimages that seemed to have physical substance.
With its amazing flying ability, it lasted longer than the Tyrant Mammoth under the Crystal Hedgehog's attacks.
Also, he clearly saw a dragnet made of countless red rays descending upon him, burning his bones and brains into a mess.
Next, it was the fourth, fifth … the hundredth monster's view.
They also saw all sorts of strange and painful memories of their deaths.
Meng Chao felt as if he had experienced thousands of different ways of dying in just a short instant as one of thousands of monsters.
Being burned by flames or frozen into ice was a normal thing to do.
He was sent to another monster's body and sensed the other person's flesh and organs being squeezed together. The feeling could not be described with words.
He was also instantly dismembered into fragments the size of fingernails. He instantly became so old that he started rotting. His blood turned into strong acid, and his brain was instantly cooked by directional ripples.
Even with Meng Chao's powerful soul that had returned from the apocalypse.
He found it a little difficult to withstand such painful torture.
This could not even be considered a war.
In fact, it could not even be considered a massacre.
Instead, it was a true monster hell.
But it was still the same thing.
There were just too many monsters.
So many that their carcasses could extinguish the magma and block up the River of Styx to pave a path to victory in the depths of hell.
Tens of millions of monsters were reduced to ashes.
Monsters that were ten times the number of monsters charged forward one after another.
They used the gaps between the terrifying rays to launch a final charge at the ancient city.
Meng Chao was enveloped by the monster horde that filled the sky and land, and he finally arrived in front of the crystal shield that was more than one hundred meters long and wide.
The translucent materials, which were supposed to be translucent, were now filled with spiritual energy that exceeded the limits. They were emitting all kinds of glamorous colors, such as crimson, orange, crimson, deep blue, azure, sky blue, grass green, dark green, etc.
Each color gave off an incredibly dangerous presence.
But the monster horde charged forward without caring about anything.
Just as Meng Chao expected, when the monster horde crashed into the red crystal shield, thousands of monsters gushed out of them at the same time. They were instantly burned to ashes, and the ashes instantly crumbled and disappeared.
When the monster horde crashed into the blue crystal shield, thousands of monsters turned into sparkling statues. Then, they let out banging sounds and turned into ice shards that scattered everywhere.
When the monster horde crashed into the golden shield, they were cut into countless pieces. When the monster horde crashed into the purple and black shields, it was as if a terrifying plague had spread among them. Soon, they rotted into piles of shells and bones. When the monster horde crashed into the transparent shields that did not seem to exist, they looked as if they had stepped into invisible space-time rifts. A large number of them disappeared and reappeared in the monster horde nearby, stirring up a storm of flesh and blood.
Meng Chao's guess was not wrong.
The crystal shields were like the upgraded version of death rays.
Or rather, they were incredibly efficient monster slaughterhouses.
The monster horde crashed into the crystal shields.
It was just like waves crashing into the reefs on the shore. It was completely meaningless.
However …
Just when Meng Chao pounced on the crystal shields again and again and crushed them to powder without any suspense, he could not help but feel deep despair.
He inadvertently turned around to take a look.
He saw more than one hundred raging waves stretching from the edge of the ancient city to the end of the horizon.
It was only then that he realized that the ancient city had turned into a lone island at some unknown point of time.
The world beyond the lone island was the world of monsters.
Most of the time, quantity was also a form of quality.
Quantity led to qualitative change. When countless waves crashed against the island and shore day after day, year after year, they would never tire of crashing against the island and shore for millions, tens of millions, or even billions of years.
No matter how sturdy the reefs and shore seemed to be, they would be corroded by the seemingly gentle waves until they were full of holes and bumps.
It was only then that Meng Chao realized that the ancient people and the monsters were at two extremes of the same civilization.
If the ancient people's killing skills were already at the peak of perfection and had reached the pinnacle of art, then the monsters' killing skills were simple and crude.
Monsters' killing techniques were so simple and crude that they returned to their original state.
No matter how strong, strange, unpredictable, and unstoppable the ancient people's attacks were.
They needed to use spirit energy.
Once their spirit energy was used up, no matter how dazzling a crystal hedgehog was, it would turn into a dull and brittle stone.
No matter how sharp the flaming rays, freezing rays, mind rays, poison rays, and teleportation rays were, they would all be destroyed.
Hence, the mother did not expect the monster horde in front of it to be able to break the absolute defense formed by the crystal shields in one go.
It was just calmly, patiently, and unhurriedly using the monster horde to deplete the ancient city's spirit energy.
The ancient city occupied a circular area of more than one thousand kilometers. It was the place where countless crystal mines intersected, and it was the place with the most spirit energy.
But the mother had already controlled the entire world outside the ancient city.
While the battle at the borders of the ancient city raged, the mother could still stretch its roots with ease. It wrapped around and sucked in more crystal mines to produce more monsters to join the monster horde that was bound to die.
Hence, the terrifying ancient war turned into a problem that troubled elementary school students the most. It was the problem of having two water pipes in a swimming pool. One of them was continuously letting water in, and the other was continuously letting water out.
The outcome of the war would only be determined by the speed of production and the consumption of spiritual energy on both sides.
If the speed at which the mother produced monsters was faster than the speed at which the ancient people killed the monsters on the battlefield, then …
Or rather, the efficiency of the mother's absorption of spirit energy was greater than that of the ancient city.
No matter how much the frontline looked like a one-sided massacre where the Ancients had the upper hand.
The final victory would belong to the monsters, to their numbers, and to their mother.
No, it wasn't as simple as just consumption.
The monster was evolving.
Meng Chao only realized this after a long time.
Most of the monsters shattered the crystal vesicles. Once they broke out of their shells, they rushed to the ancient city in a hurry, and like moths flying into a flame, they were reduced to powder on the crystal shields.
In the beginning, Meng Chao did not notice any changes in the monster.
Then, an insect-type monster managed to last for three seconds in the flames before it was reduced to a pile of ashes. Before it died, it spat acid at the crystal shield across from it, which left a black stain on the crystalline shield. It was only then that Meng Chao realized that the monsters had become stronger!
This was not an isolated case.
Meng Chao noticed that an increasing number of monsters could last longer in front of the death rays and crystal shields, and they could counterattack at the last minute.
In the beginning, when the red rays shone on a monster, no matter what kind of monster it was, no matter how thick its shell was, it would usually have flames gushing out of its orifices within a second, and it would spontaneously combust and die.
Gradually, many of the monsters would only spontaneously combust after being shone on by the red rays for three to five seconds. Some even lasted for seven to eight seconds.
In fact, some of the monsters were still jumping around even though they had already been reduced to a ball of fire. Then, they crashed into the crystal shields and caused chaotic spirit energy ripples to rise on the surface of the shields. Only then did they stop struggling in satisfaction.
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