Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

d to exhaust their time and empty their quivers while hunting a bunch of dirty, weak, and lowly rats on the grassland.

When they chased after the d*mned rats yesterday, they did not even waste an arrow.

As long as they increased their speed slightly, pointed their spears forward, and held their machetes horizontally on both sides, they would be able to harvest these insignificant creatures smoothly.

They only needed to make sure that the other party’s foul blood did not splatter on them.

Today, the centaur warriors had wasted dozens of precious arrows because this large pile of rats were hiding in the grass.

The centaur warriors, who were moving faster and faster, did not expect the situation on the battlefield to be a premeditated.

They thought that the poor rat people had been scared out of their wits by the massacre yesterday and had lost all their strength to escape.
They could only curl up in the seemingly dense grass like ostriches burying their heads in the sand, hoping to escape.

Even when they split open the grass and found the pits and trenches that the fugitives had painstakingly dug, they did not pay it any mind.
Instead, they laughed at the rat people’s stupidity in front of them.

“You want to rely on these trenches and holes to block the charge of the Blood Hoof warriors? How is that possible?!”

Indeed, after the fugitives who had luckily survived the rain of arrows sensed the centaur warriors’ overwhelming killing intent, they realized with extreme despair that they were carrying out an impossible mission.

Drunkenly discussing “the use of a shovel to deal with a tiger” at the wine table was completely different from being stared at by a huge, murderous tiger in the forest.

The centaur warriors were definitely scarier than tigers.

Ten times scarier…

These combat creatures that were fused with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a war horse through superb genetic technology had seemingly stepped out of a nightmare.
They did not possess the gentleness of a herbivore.

Many centaur warriors had hair that was full of tension, and it was awe-inspiring.
Their hair extended all the way from their backs to their horse bodies.

When they moved as fast as lightning, they were like colorful flames of war that surrounded their targets.

Many centaur warriors had bodies that were as strong as Minotaurs’.
Their oily skin gave off a metallic feel that was made of copper and iron.
Not only did they hold spears and scimitars, they also wanted to increase the lethality of their charge.
Many of them even had a sharp blade that could cut through iron like mud behind them.
There were even a few iron rings on their hoofs that were filled with dense spikes!

It was easy to imagine how terrifying the damage would be if these war machines, which were armed with sharp blades and spikes, charged into their own battle lines and trampled as well as cut at will.

While the centaur warriors maintained their maximum impact force, their flexibility did not decrease at all , and that was scarier.

They were literally “one with the centaur.” Whether it was their two iron arms or four iron hoofs, they were all extensions of their will.

The fugitives’ time and strength were also quite limited.
It was impossible for them to hide in the trenches perfectly.

Soon, they were discovered by the centaur warriors who easily jumped over.

As for the knots that could theoretically trip the horse’s legs, they were often turned into dust by the centaur warriors’ sharp iron hoofs.

Facing the centaur warriors who were crushing them like thunder, all the fugitives’ minds were blank.

Two or three days ago, they had faced the old, weak, and disabled centaur warriors during the serial explosions in Black-corner City.

They had defeated their opponents with the help of the sea of people tactics and the temple thieves who had been hiding amongst the crowd.

They had thought that the Blood Hoof warriors were only so-so, and that their weak combat strength could be made up by the advantage of numbers.

It was not until now, when the murderous intent of the centaur warriors swept over like a raging wave, that the fugitives realized how naive and ridiculous they were.

Even on the spirit level, their beliefs were still firm and even fanatical.

On the physiological level, they emitted screams from the deepest part of every cell that originated from their genes.

Fortunately…

Between these ragtag mob that was about to collapse and the centaur warriors who had pushed their speed to the limit and could no longer change their angle or direction…

There were also two other existences that were more qualified than the centaur warriors to be called “killing machines.”

Meng Chao was akin to a dragon that was hibernating in the abyss.

His limbs were deeply embedded in the wet soil.
He lowered his body as much as possible and hid in the grass.

At the same time, he restrained his breathing, heartbeat, and body temperature to their limits.
Even the centaur warriors who were close to him could not sense that there was an extremely dangerous demon hiding next to their most vulnerable ribs and abdomen.

Plus, his body looked like a rock that was absolutely still.

Numerous thick tendons and blood vessels swelled up as if they were filled with spirit energy.
It formed a picture that looked like an angry dragon that was baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.

Behind his lowered eyelids, deep inside Meng Chao’s brain, there were countless bolts of spirit lightning swirling around.
There was even a powerful spirit storm that was condensing, nurturing, and being born!

Just as the centaur warriors in the lead were about to leap over Meng Chao’s head, he suddenly opened his eyes!