Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane! Chapter 1030 - Crocodile Head's Death

Chapter 1030: Crocodile Head’s Death

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Casanova was thinking hard about how to find this dangerous person who had sneaked into Black-corner City and disguised himself as the Rat G.o.d’s emissary. He would chop him into meat paste and bury him under the mandrake tree.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a heavy cast iron crutch hitting the ground behind him.

Casanova felt a chill in his heart. He hurriedly turned around and bowed respectfully. “Lord Black Tooth!”

He could not help but be disrespectful.

Although the newcomer had an aged face and a hunchbacked figure, his body covered by a black hooded cloak seemed to be able to be blown down by a gust of wind. He even had to use a crutch that weighed hundreds of kilograms to barely maintain his balance.

However, this priest named Black Tooth was one of the top legends in the recent decades of the Blood Hoof Clan.

Black Tooth was not a priest twenty years ago.

He was the strongest warrior of the Blood Hoof Clan.

Even Casanova had grown up listening to the story of him killing the nine-headed flood dragon during the flood of the Turan River and in the most turbulent whirlpool of the rapids.

Black Tooth’s original intention of killing the nine-headed flood dragon was neither to eliminate the harm for the people nor to kill the dragon and eat its meat.

He had only heard that the nine-headed flood dragon could regenerate indefinitely. As long as one of its nine heads was kept, even if the other eight were all chopped off, it could grow a new head in an extremely short period of time, just like the tail of a gecko, it could grow a new head.

Black Tooth really wanted to know if this was true.

“If the nine-headed flood dragon can regenerate indefinitely, I will capture one and raise it in my family’s temple. This way, I can eat the freshest dragon’s brain every day,” Black Tooth explained his purpose.

In the end, he used the three days and three nights of torrential winds and torrential floods to prove that there was no such thing as “Infinite Regeneration” in the world.

He had only cut off the nine heads of the nine-headed flood dragon thirty to fifty times, and the latter collapsed to the ground and died of exhaustion.

“How boring. Not only does the speed of regeneration become slower and slower, the regenerated heads also become smaller and smaller, and the dragon breath they release becomes weaker and weaker. After killing it thirty to fifty times, the flames it spews won’t even burn my hair!”

After returning from the fierce battle, covered in blood, a scrawny dragon corpse and the black teeth of hundreds of dragon heads were dragged behind him as he spoke to the advanced orcs in Black-corner City.

This battle made Black Tooth famous.

In addition to his extraordinary appearance, as a Minotaur, apart from his mighty and majestic horns, he also had two black fangs that were sharper than the Liger warriors.

His terrifying battle record and his domineering appearance made the name Black Tooth spread all the way from Black-corner City to Red-gold City. Everybody in Turan knew of his fame.

Unfortunately, just like all the ultimate powerhouses of Turan who were trying to surpa.s.s their limits.

Black Tooth did not care about anything else and piled totem armor on himself.

In the layers of Thousand-year Armor and Ten-thousand-year Armor, hundreds of extremely ancient and powerful soul remnants were hidden.

They were the blessings of the ancestral spirits and the curses of the ancestral spirits.

While they brought powerful skills to the totem warriors, they also lured the totem warriors into the abyss of madness.

In the end, they lost themselves completely and became the puppets of the totem armors.

They were Origin Warriors. Their flesh and metal had completely blended together, making them neither human nor ghost.

Most of the remaining flesh and blood of the Origin Warriors could not support the excessive devouring of the totem armor.

If they were not sealed by the secret medicine in time, they would be completely devoured by the totem armor within a few days, at most three to five months, leaving only an empty skeleton.

Usually, this kind of change was a one-way street.

It was easy to change from an ordinary warrior to an Origin Warrior—as long as one gave up thinking and listened to the command of the totem armor, killing crazily would be enough.

However, almost none of the Origin Warriors could recover their mind and turn back into an ordinary warrior.

The reason why it was said to be “almost” was because Black Tooth was such a rare exception.

When he lost control of his mind, his flesh mutated, and was completely eroded by the totem power, he actually used his supreme will to forcefully interrupt the entire process.

In the end, only half of his body fused with the metal and turned into a deformed monster.

The other half of his body, including his entire head, still maintained the normal appearance of a high-level orc.

Dragging such a strange body, he persevered step by step back to the family’s temple and poured it into the medicine vat filled with secret medicine.

The five high priests of the Blood Hoof Clan worked together and sealed the mutated half of Black Tooth’s body, barely keeping his life and mind alive.

Although this loss of control caused him to lose most of his combat power on the physical level.

It allowed him to gain the ability to communicate deeply with the ancestral spirits and skillfully use multiple spiritual combat skills.

From then on, he became a priest from a warrior.

The sixth high priest of the Blood Hoof Clan.

He was also one of the most terrifying high priests in the entire family, no, the entire Black-corner City, no, the whole of Picturesque Orchid Lake.

Even though most of Black Tooth’s face was covered in the shadow under the hood.

Only a sharp fang that looked like it was made of black iron was exposed.

There was also another fang that was riddled with holes and filled with metal thorns.

However, Casanova still felt that the most terrifying priestess of the family had pierced through his chest and heart with just a casual gaze. This made him even more afraid to breathe.

“Come with me, Casanova. There are many foreign gladiators in your Blood Skull Arena. Perhaps, your understanding of them can help us.”

Perhaps it was because Casanova, a rising star, had seen his own shadow when he was young, but Black Tooth’s att.i.tude was very gentle.

Of course, Black Tooth’s “gentleness” was only the pressure that was close to suffocation. It was slightly restrained to the extent that it could make Casanova take a breath with difficulty.

Casanova did not dare ask any more questions. He followed the priest and arrived at a secret chamber on the right side of the temple.

The material used to build the secret chamber was blue and covered in frost. Even on a hot summer day, the temperature of the “ice crystals” would always be zero.

The entire secret chamber was wreathed in icy mist, and the coldness was intimidating.

The wall on the left side of the secret chamber was hung with all kinds of oddly-shaped knives that were made of metal and the bones of totem beasts.

On the right shelf, there were hundreds of colorful bottles of secret medicine that were emitting a strange fragrance through the cork.

In the middle was a stone platform engraved with a lot of cuneiform characters.

On the stone platform was a corpse that had been cut open and dismembered into eight pieces.

Casanova recognized the corpse from the head that was still intact.

“Crocodile Head, he’s dead too?”

Casanova frowned deeply.

Crocodile Head was also a famous expert among the younger generation of the Blood Hoof Clan.

He had just joined the Blood Hoof Clan not long ago.

His father was a crocodile warrior from the Dark Moon Clan.

He was exiled after being defeated in the clan battle and came to Black-corner City.

First, he made a name for himself in the gladiator arena, and then he got the blood from the Blood Hoof Clan. He abandoned everything in the past and embarked on a new journey.

He even received the favor of a particularly strong and attractive female Minotaur warrior from the Blood Hoof Clan.

Only then did he have Crocodile Head, a powerful existence that combined the fierce bloodlines of the crocodile man and the Minotaur.

They were both members of the younger generation of the clan.

Casanova had fought Crocodile Head many times.

Although there were more victories and fewer losses, he also admitted that Crocodile Head was a pretty good opponent.

It was worth using 70% of his strength to deal with him.

“Was it the Ironhide Clan?” Casanova asked carefully.

If the Ironhide Clan even killed Crocodile Head…

The conflict between the two clans would not be resolved so easily.

“No. The idiots of the Ironhide Clan have a limit no matter how stupid they are. They know who can be killed and who can not be killed.”

Black Tooth said, “It was Night Demon.”

“The Rat G.o.d’s emissary?”

Casanova was shocked again.

On one hand, he was surprised at how troublesome his target was. He could even kill an expert like Crocodile Head.

On the other hand, he was also puzzled. “Doesn’t this guy usually leave people alive? Why did he kill Crocodile Head?”

Although he was called Night Demon by the Warriors of the clan who were both shocked and angry.

However, the emissaries of the big horn rat G.o.d rarely did such a thing.

Casanova did not think that this was mercy.

Leaving people alive and engraving a b.l.o.o.d.y and humiliating mark on their foreheads was even more cruel than killing these warriors with a knife.

“Maybe it’s because Crocodile Head accidentally killed a few rat people.”

Black Tooth calmly said, “You know Crocodile Head, when he goes crazy, he always doesn’t care about anything. His totem combat skills have a large attack range. When his blood is boiling, he can turn a few blind rat civilians who don’t know how to dodge into minced meat and b.l.o.o.d.y mist. What’s so strange about that?”

“I’m afraid it’s because of this that he provoked Night Demon and killed him.”

“It’s also possible, because Crocodile Head is too strong, there’s no way to only injure it and not kill it. The other party can only go all out and kill it.

“No matter what, Crocodile Head’s death has finally brought us something valuable, allowing us to sketch out the Night Demon’s true face.

“Casanova, look here.”

Black Tooth lifted the cast iron cane that weighed hundreds of kilograms as if he was lifting a tree branch that had been eaten by termites.

Under the arm of the body. Gently.

Casanova leaned over, squinting.

With his experience of witnessing and experiencing thousands of battles in the Blood Skull Arena.

It was easy to see.

Though Crocodile Head was covered with gaping, gaping wounds, many scars and even broken bones, through the internal organs, at first glance, terrible to see.

But with the advanced orc’s extremely strong vitality.

These severe injuries with broken bones and tendons were not enough to kill Crocodile Head.

The only real fatal injury was the seemingly tiny wound under the left armpit.

The opening was extremely small. On the surface, it looked like it had been lightly poked by a sharp awl.

The deeper it went, the bigger the wound became. When it was close to the heart, it was as if someone had cast a spell and stuffed a mace into Crocodile Head’s chest.. It even spun it over a hundred times.