Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

It has been a long time since Meng Chao felt so close, the hearts of so many compatriots with the same black hair and black eyes as him, from the same homeland, with the same powerful rhythm, "Bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang" , beating like a war drum.

The feeling he hadn’t seen for a long time reminded him of how during the monster war, he and countless comrades, shouting, burning, waving war knives and empty bullets, leaving only bayonets and firearms, and even empty hands, only a pair of The scarred Iron Fist still rushed towards the overwhelming beast tide without hesitation.

The surge of beasts composed of tens of thousands of vicious monsters is much more terrifying than the flood in front of us!

For Meng Chao, who had fought alone in Turanze for a whole year, the feeling of being able to fight side by side with his compatriots again was indescribably wonderful.

It is simply better than the highest purity stimulant medicine to stimulate the power of the gods hidden deep in the cells!

In an instant, with the help of the spiritual resonance of countless people, Meng Chao's life field expanded to the limit.

Turning his mind, he analyzed the structure, center of gravity, metal fatigue of each steel beam, and even every screw at every joint of the entire spar communication tower... all clearly analyzed.

If Meng Chao were to use pure brute force to resist the tens of meters high, thousands of tons of steel structure, which was constantly twisting and collapsing.

Even with the power of the gods, it will be quite difficult to deal with it.

Fortunately, the inclination angle of the spar communication tower has not broken through the critical point of collapse.

There is still a large base of the tower, which is firmly rooted in the ground.

Meng Chao input the huge amount of information collected in an instant into his brain.

A vortex of rapidly spinning data suddenly appeared in his mind.

Under the cover of the night and the rain, a series of starbursts bloomed in the depths of his eyes.

It's like the lights of a supercomputer, beating at the highest frequency. .

Soon, Meng Chao calculated the most perfect force model, and found the most suitable position, angle and frequency for the sudden explosion.

Among the huddled crowd, Meng Chao took a deep breath and closed his eyes tightly to avoid the disturbance of acid rain.

The spar communication tower, the surging mud, and the directions of dozens of low-level transcendents... All the details were turned into a crystal clear model in his mind.

He moved his footsteps calmly, sneaking back and forth among the crowd.

However, it did not interfere with the exertion of every low-level transcendent. Instead, in every collision, he helped the other party adjust their awkward posture, and continued with a breath that was about to be cut off.

Until he got to the southwest corner of the spar communication tower, in front of a tower base covered with cobweb cracks.

Meng Chao suddenly stood still.

His feet sank silently into the mud like two pile drivers.

On the top of the tower base, the hands on a horizontal steel beam emit high-frequency vibrations that are invisible to the naked eye.

Accompanied by thousands of vibrations per second, the power enough to move mountains and seas was continuously released, like invisible vines, entangled every steel beam of the entire spar communication tower.

On the base of the tower, which was covered with cobweb cracks just now, there is a gap big enough to insert a finger. Under the pressure from all directions, which is extremely large but extremely soft, the gap immediately closes. At first glance, there is no trace of damage at all.

Above everyone's heads, "squeak, squeak", became sharper and more frequent, making the scalp tingling, and the creepy sound of metal fatigue disappeared immediately.

Meng Chao not only prevented the spar communication tower from collapsing further.

It also enveloped all low-level transcendental beings in their own life magnetic field, helping everyone resist the disordered spiritual energy leaked from the signal amplification device, which caused serious interference to the brain.

It made all low-level transcendents feel transparent, as if there was a warm current flowing in their spiritual veins, all the way up, wrapping their brains, making their fatigue and pain disappear.

Even the surging mudslides were included in Meng Chao's domain. From hitting the spar communication tower in a straight line, it turned into a huge vortex surrounding the spar communication tower.

The pressure exerted by the mudslide naturally changed from the impact parallel to the ground to the downward pressure perpendicular to the ground. Instead, it helped everyone to press down the base of the spar communication tower!

With such a three-pronged approach, the spar communication tower returned to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The steel bars protruding from the tower base are like hundreds of huge steel nails, deeply rooted in the rock formation.

Following the debris flow peeled off by the torrential rain on the nearest mountain, it finally swept away dangerously against the spar communication tower and the temporary campsite.

The most dangerous moment was finally carried over by these iron-clad men!

In the sewage that gradually slowed down and became less turbid, they continued to resist for seven or eight minutes, and after confirming that the crystal communication tower was really stabilized by them, the low-level transcendents breathed a sigh of relief in unison. Grinning the corners of his mouth, he collapsed in the sewage on his back.

Even with Meng Chao's help.

The psychic energy that was not vigorously stirred up desperately still left an indelible and indelible mark on these low-level transcendents who were already scarred.

Just now it was all in one breath.

Now that their nerves have relaxed a little, they all feel the piercing pain and the fatigue that seems to be emptying their internal organs.

Even so, they still exhausted their last bit of strength, hugged each other fiercely, and cheered louder than the torrential rain.

"Long live!"

"Successful!"

"We did it!"

Even Meng Chao hugged excitedly with a few burly men—including the middle-aged low-level transcendent who was the first to pounce on him, and the veteran who lacked his right leg but whose spine was still as straight as a steel gun. together.

This veteran is most likely a member of the Remnant Star Society.

But he didn't recognize Meng Chao.

In the past year, I wandered alone in Turanze, from the "floating corpse" floating in the Turan River at the beginning, to the death row prisoners in the dark prison at the bottom of the Bloodhead Arena, to the Ratmen servants in the Arena, and to the trap in the sky. The fugitives on the prairie, then the Rat People's Rebel Army in the Big Horn Legion, and then the explorers in the depths of the holy mountain, and finally, they were swallowed by the original mother, or he swallowed the power of the original mother, broke through the divine realm, and restarted. Tinder, even partly sees the "truth" of this world, and the billions of roads that spread from the feet to the future, and the billions of unpredictable, wonderful, and endlessly changing possibilities.

Meng Chao had really changed and grown too much.

Now, even close relatives like his parents and younger sister Bai Jiacao appeared in front of him.

I'm afraid I have to watch him for a long time before calling out his name in doubt.

Not to mention, everyone just struggled in the surging mud for so long.

Except for the snow-white teeth, everyone's face and body were all black and covered with mud, and it was hard to tell whether they were male or female.

Under the conditions of bursting blood vessels, extreme fatigue, acid rain falling into the eye sockets, almost eroding the retina, and double images of spar communication towers, who could recognize and think of Meng Chao's identity, and realized that it was this man just now? Did the unattractive "little guy" save everyone?

Anyway, who is the person who hugs with himself, fights against monsters and natural disasters together, defends his homeland together, cheers and fights to the end with blood, sends out the strongest heartbeat together, and welds each other's bones firmly together? important.

As long as you know that the other party is a compatriot who is connected by blood and lives and dies together.

that's enough.

Meng Chao liked this feeling.

Although it has broken through the divine realm.

Even, with the help of the fire seed, the original mother, the spiritual magnet and the memory fragments of the previous life, even in front of dozens of long-established senior god-level powerhouses in Dragon City, he who just broke through the god-level world is not without a fight. .

But Meng Chao still didn't have the self-consciousness of being a "big man aloft".

Maybe it's too young.

Maybe it was from a poor family.

It may also be that in the doomsday nightmare, I saw ten thousand suns bursting in the sky above Dragon City. Facing the destructive and purifying holy light, no matter whether the gods are strong or ordinary citizens, they are all burning like weeds and ants. .

Meng Chao didn't feel that after becoming a strong man in the divine realm, there was any essential difference from ordinary citizens.

Not to mention that, to become a strong person in the divine realm, one must break away from gravity and fly to a place so high that it is extremely cold, to overlook the earth and look down upon all living beings.

When he was still in Dragon City, Meng Chao also had contact with such high-ranking and powerful figures as "the helmsman of the nine super enterprises".

He felt that he might not be able to become such a big shot in his whole life.

Compared with chatting and laughing with big shots, pretending to be false and intrigue.

He still prefers to stay with these low-level transcendents who are fighting on the front line of all walks of life, and are also fighting on the front line of fighting against monsters and natural disasters.

Although their strength is low.

Although they are ugly.

Although most of them are scarred, their damaged spiritual veins have already been finalized, and the best recovery and breakthrough period has passed, they will never be able to break through the heavenly realm and the divine realm, and they will never be able to pull their hair like a big shot , flying to the unattainable sky, destined to be down-to-earth all his life.

But Meng Chao smelled a familiar smell from them.

This smell reminded Meng Chao of his father.

Think of the teachers in primary and secondary schools.

I remembered that when he was very young and had no power to protect himself, whenever monsters attacked, soldiers would descend from the sky and rush to him and other ordinary citizens, helping them with his broad shoulders like a city wall The strong who resisted the surging beast tide.

Thinking about it now, the powerhouses who would appear in the "Tianfuyuan" at that time were the one-star superhumans, right?

But in the eyes of Meng Chao in his childhood, one star is extraordinary, he is an invincible existence, and it deserves all his trust and admiration!

Childhood memories often affect a person's life.

Even today.

Meng Chao still felt extremely warm and at ease when he smelled the burning blood of these low-level transcendental beings.