Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane! Chapter 1422 - Terrifying Chaos Creatures!

Chapter 1422 Terrifying Chaos Creatures!

Three days later, in the skeleton swamp on the Holy Mountain of Turan…

Countless Angels of Slaughter, which were as large as the bones of giant beasts, had been sleeping quietly for three thousand years in the swamp that was dyed crimson by blood. Despite the complicated gears, bearings, drives, and coupling structures embedded in their cores under their rusted and cracked sh.e.l.ls, the mysterious and complicated magic arrays were still blooming every few seconds, they were emitting an extremely determined light that represented the Angels of Slaughter’s brains. Their control chip was not completely damaged, but it still symbolized the ocean of light that enveloped the planet. They would make the best and final judgment on all the creatures under the Holy Light.

However, it had been a long time since any creature within their scanning range was worthy of their “judgment.”

Therefore, the Angels of Slaughter had allowed the insignificant birds and lizards to crawl between their once sharp limbs and crisscrossed bones.

They had focused their attention and quietly collected all the spirit energy around them while they slept. Then, they condensed the spirit energy into an almost form, turning it into their own ammunition and fuel.

Until three thousand years later…

Boom!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

High shock waves from rhythmic booms suddenly came from the depths of the Holy Mountain.

It was as if ten thousand thunderbolts were exploding in the underground rock layer at the same time.

It was also like two vicious ancient beasts chasing each other and competing with each other. They were attacking the ground from the core of the Earth at an appalling speed and momentum.

The entire swamp of bones was covered in layers of ripples.

The Angels of Slaughter lurking in the swamp also sensed the chaotic, burning, and wild hints of the creatures that had been contaminated by Chaos. They were hidden in the ripples.

At the core of the few Angels of Slaughter closest to the “epicenter,” the brightness of their control chips suddenly increased by several levels.

The frequency of the chips’ flashing also changed from once every three to five seconds to somewhere from thirty to fifty or even hundreds of times per second.

The database that had been sealed for three thousand years deep in the control chip was reactivated in the shortest time.

They compared the chaotic, blazing, and wild life energy with the characteristics of the Chaos creatures that were stored in the database. They had to be purified for the sake of the entire world’s peace, order, justice, and light. Hence, the features of the Chaos creatures had to be purged. It only took 0.1 microseconds to come to this conclusion.

It was totem power. A variant of the evil energy of Chaos.

They had two Chaos creatures in their sights.

Evolution needed to be carried out. The verdict had to be enforced.

They had to bring these Chaos creatures into the orbit of absolute order.

In an instant, thousands of tiny lightning arcs burst from the Angels of Slaughter’s control chips.

The light threads, which were ten times thinner than hair, were transmitted to every gear, every bearing, and every transmission rod. One by one, they lit up the parts that had been engraved on them and overlapped with each other. There were hundreds and thousands of magic arrays embedded in each part.

The fuel that had been acc.u.mulated bit by bit over the past three thousand years instantly surged to the limit, turning into dazzling flames and huge waves that washed away the rust on the mechanical joints and the outer sh.e.l.l of their armor.

These steel puppets that leaped up from the depths of the swamp looked like they had just walked out of the Holy Light Temple’s foundry with their heads held high. They were steaming hot, shiny, and awe-inspiring, while their bodies were surrounded by a sacred and inviolable light.

Along with the Holy Light, they were like lightning that crashed down from the sky, constantly splitting and spreading in all directions.

More and more of the sleeping Angels of Slaughter were activated by their companions who were the first to wake up.

The crisscrossing Holy Light formed a huge spider web.

Each node of the Holy Light Network had an Angel of Slaughter deployed.

They gently trembled and hummed, rapidly transmitting the information they had just scanned, as well as their fuel, ammunition, and body strength after sleeping for three thousand years.

Through a series of complicated and unbelievable calculations, the independent Angels of Slaughter formed a giant three-dimensional array.

Every Angel of Slaughter in the array was constantly adjusting its position and combat posture. Sharp blades that were wreathed in Holy Light popped out of their new limbs and bodies. Plus, the colorful magic arrays that were exposed were all adjusted to the most perfect angles to ensure that they could launch maximum firepower the moment the Chaos creatures entered their range of attack.

However, the shrieks in the air and the spirit waves that were almost visible to the naked eye were warning the Angels of Slaughter repeatedly through their control chips. With their current attack array, it was impossible to “purify” the two Chaos creatures that they had never seen before.

The Angels of Slaughter could only increase the output of their power again and again.

They switched to battle mode and changed their attack matrix into a defensive one, sacrificing the sharpness of their matrix and greatly increasing its thickness. However, even though they tried to shrink the matrix and triple its thickness, their control chips were still issuing increasingly sharp and even hysterical warnings. The cores of several dozen Angels of Slaughter were emitting green smoke during the super-high-speed operations. They were also emitting crackling sounds.

The final conclusion they came to was that they could only die together with the two Chaos creatures…

No, they could not die together.

Even if they all self-destructed, they could not destroy the two powerful Chaos creatures.

At most, they could only inflict heavy injuries and use Holy Light of a specific frequency to “brand” the two Chaos creatures so that future Holy Light warriors could easily find and lock onto those two terrifying existences.

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However, the Angels of Slaughter did not have the time to translate their conclusions into commands and compile the commands into Holy Light of a specific frequency. They could not transmit the data to every part of their bodies, which were engraved with magic arrays at the speed of light.

The two Chaos creatures instantly devoured the distance of several thousand steps at lightning speed, ruthlessly crashing into the Angels of Slaughter’s defensive array.

With the blessing of Holy Light, the defensive formation should have been as solid as an iron wall.

Yet, it was as fragile as a fence covered in papier-mache.

Every magic formation around them was shining, and even the sharp blades were burning. The murderous puppets were supposed to attack like a chain of lightning.

However, they were as slow, clumsy, and fl.u.s.tered as sc.r.a.p metal trapped in mud at that moment.

The first few Angels of Slaughter did not even have the time to raise their sharp blades at the two Chaos creatures before the sound barrier created by the supersonic flight of the two chaotic creatures, as well as the flashes of swords hidden within the sound barrier, shattered them into pieces.

The last few Angels of Slaughter succeeded in raising their limbs that were filled with sharp blades, but that was all. The moment they raised their sharp blades to the peak, all of their joints, as well as the gears, bearings, and transmission rods that were connected to their joints, exploded in a series of small-scale explosions.

The totem power that surged like a mudslide had the precision of a surgical operation. It seeped into their bodies through the cracks in their outer sh.e.l.ls that had been torn three thousand years ago, instantly destroying and paralyzing their internal structures. It turned them into awe-inspiring statues, just statues.

The next few Angels of Slaughter successfully brandished their shining sharp blades.

However, not only did their sharp blades fail to pierce the two Chaos creatures, but due to the creatures’ interference, they changed their trajectories and embedded themselves deeply into the Angels’ weakest joints, causing seven or eight Angels of Slaughter to burn together in a series of extremely brilliant fireworks.

Fortunately, the last few Angels of Slaughter’s fire, frost, and lightning attacks finally hit their targets.

Unfortunately, the two Chaos creatures that were enveloped by the storm of offensive spells showed no signs of being injured or hindered.

They even seemed to slow down on their own initiative and deliberately allowed themselves to be hit by the Angels of Slaughter. They were

was.

The test was completed in half a second.

In the next half a second, the two Chaos creatures walked up to the Angels of Slaughter step by step while withstanding the raging flames, frost, and lightning from the Angels. They raised their hands and spread their fingers as they gently pressed the Angels of Slaughter’s outer sh.e.l.ls.

Boom!

Before the Angel of slaughter could self-destruct, they were all disintegrated and burned into dark red, ugly pieces of sc.r.a.p iron that looked like cow sh*t.

Right then, not far away, the earth was shaking

An Angel of Strength that was seven or eight stories tall emerged from the depths of the swamp of bones. The mud covering its body had yet to run out, and its sh.e.l.l seemed to be burning furiously, turning translucent.

From the waves that were growing increasingly high, and the spirit ripples visible to the naked eye, it was obvious that the Angel of Strength had activated its self-detonate mechanism the moment it woke up.

In theory, self-destruction was the only possible way to seriously injure the Chaos creatures.

The two Chaos creatures looked at each other.

They instantly went from extremely quiet to extremely active.

They increased their speed by a whole other magnitude from their previous lightning speed.

Like two beams of light, they drilled into the Angel of Strength’s body.

The Angel of Strength’s self-destructing process came to an abrupt halt.

Invisible vines and chains tightly bound all its limbs as if they had spread out from its body, making it unable to move. The more it struggled, the louder the sounds of breaking, shattering, and explosions from its joints.

In the end, even its sh.e.l.l, which was riddled with holes, emitted billowing thick smoke of various colors.

The thick smoke danced wildly like dragons and snakes that had crossed over from an ancient battlefield.

As the thick smoke raged, the giant object made of sacred metal disintegrated from the inside out like a cow that had been dismembered by a butcher.

All its parts except for the ammunition depot and fuel tank turned into “red-hot cow dung” and fell to the ground with a crackling sound.