Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane! Chapter 1000 - Children

Chapter 1000: Children

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Before Meng Chao could figure out a way to sneak into the abandoned sewage pipes…

The battlefield gradually moved in the direction of the slums.

The rat people who lived in the slums all ran out.

The clan warriors had a self-righteous sense of honor.

Usually, it was not necessary to kill the rat people directly for fun, especially in the Game of the Brave, which was used as a sacrifice to the ancestral spirits and had a strong sense of ritual.

Clan warriors were not very proactive, direct, and purposeful in targeting the rat people.

They did not want to be ridiculed by others and punished by the ancestral spirits.

However, they obviously would not specifically avoid the rat people, or care about the life and death of a certain rat people.

Basically, the rat people in the eyes of the hot-blooded clan warriors, who were in a frenzy of fighting spirit, were similar to a broken wall or a garbage can as an obstacle.

They were also flying props that could be grabbed and thrown at their opponents.

The rat people who lived in this area were originally curled up in a small and simple shack, s.h.i.+vering.

However, the thin walls that leaked wind on all sides were just fences that were covered with mud.

There wasn’t even any mud, and they could only barely cover themselves with rags.

Obviously, they could not withstand the clan warriors’ sword lights and killing intent.

It must be known that both wild boar men and Minotaurs were terrifying existences that were more than two meters tall and weighed more than 300 kilograms.

If one’s body was mixed with the bloodline of the Barbarian Elephant Clan, it would be very common for them to grow to more than four to five meters long and weigh almost a ton.

Such a colossus, even if it really did not have any “malice,” would be able to knock down the houses of the rat people with just a light rub. It would smash the muscles, bones, and flesh of the rat people into a b.l.o.o.d.y mess.

It must be admitted that the warriors of the clan did not have the intention of deliberately destroying the slums in the beginning.

However, as the battle became more and more intense, some warriors found that after the rat people’s shacks collapsed, they could pick up a large amount of crushed stones and beams and use them as weapons to throw them at their opponents.

There were also some warriors who used too much strength and saw stars. They had no choice but to retreat into the broken walls to catch their breath.

The opponent naturally did not want to give him any time to cool down. He roared and pounced on him, knocking him over ten meters away and cras.h.i.+ng into the rat people’s shack together.

A few pairs of steel bones that weighed several tons and were covered in bristles and thorns rolled among the ruins.

Naturally, they knocked down and crushed everything within their rolling range.

Soon, the flames of war spread to half of the slums.

The remaining rat people in the remaining half of the slums held their heads in their hands and fled, scattering in all directions in despair.

The appearance of these rat people made Meng Chao sigh in his heart.

During Earth’s ancient era, a philosopher once said that even if rats were reincarnated in a rice warehouse, and in a toilet, they were two different concepts in heaven and earth.

Although the lives of the rat civil servants living in the Blood Skull Arena were often in danger, they had to train crazily day and night. They might even die of exhaustion during training.

However, in order to ensure sufficient combat strength, their master would usually not deduct their food. He would even try his best to obtain a large amount of high-energy food and sharp weapons for them.

The best of the rat soldiers might be well-fed, fat, and well-furred. They were trusted by their master. At first glance, they were no different from the warriors of the clan.

Therefore, in the arena, it was hard to feel that the rat people and the warriors were two cla.s.ses that were so different.

However, the rat people in front of them..

They were all garbage bugs.

They were the lowest level of the war machine that maintained the Turan civilization.

Perhaps, they were not even a single nail on the War Machine.

They were only fuel that was about to be burnt to ashes.

There were two main sources of garbage bugs.

The first was the children of the rat people.

Since they were small, they were able to move freely in the complicated, dark, and narrow sewage pipes. That was why they were not starved to death in the wilderness. On the other hand, they were able to live longer in Black-corner City before being smoked to death by the biogas, they were drowned by excrement and bitten to death by the poisonous insects lurking in the depths of the garbage heap.

The second was the slave labor that had drained most of their flesh and energy in the foundry workshop or the mining cave.

When they were captured and brought to Black-corner City, they were probably in their twenties or thirties.

However, after suffering for a year and a half in the foundry workshop or the mining cave, even if they were lucky enough to survive, their hair often turned white, their teeth fell off, their eyes were blurry, their nostrils were pitch-black, and it was difficult for them to breathe, they were as thin as firewood.

They had lost the right to continue burning themselves in the foundry workshop or mining cave to illuminate the entire civilization.

In order to repay the benevolent ancestral spirits and let them continue to live, they became garbage bugs. They dived dozens of meters deep into the dark depths filled with all kinds of garbage and excrement, filled with thick methane gas, they went to unclog the blocked pipes, collect and transport the fermented excrement, and nourish the accompanying plants of the mandala tree. They tried to harvest some ordinary crops in the glorious era, when all the mandala trees had no harvest, they let a portion of the rat population remain half-dead so that they could give birth to more rat population and continue to be cannon fodder, slave labor, and garbage bugs.

Therefore, the adult rat subjects that appeared before Meng Chao were all like skeletons wrapped in large skins. They were neither human nor ghost.

Many of them had deep sunken eye sockets, and even their eyeb.a.l.l.s had shriveled up. There was not even the slightest glimmer of light.

Even though half of their shacks had been destroyed by the warriors, the warriors’ maces and meteor hammer whizzed past in front of them. There was not a hint of fear or desire to survive on their numb faces.

It was as if their souls had long been consumed by the daily torment in the depths of the mines, furnaces, and sewage pipes.

All that was left was an empty sh.e.l.l, waiting for the harvest of the master warriors at any time.

The children had not arrived in Black-corner City for long.

Their big eyes, which were set off by their thin faces, were still s.h.i.+ning with the light of the Blue Sky, the refres.h.i.+ng spring, the bright flowers, and the unscrupulous laughter.

The light had not been completely swallowed by the darkness in the depths of the underground sewage pipe.

The naive children still had some illusions about tomorrow.

This illusion made them scream, cry, and shout, wanting to escape the chaotic battlefield and continue to live until tomorrow.

However, they were too small to understand the sacred ancestral spirit, the supreme glory, the warriors’ fury, and the location of the safe place.

Many children lost their way in the smoke and dust caused by the collapse of the shack.

Disoriented, they ran into the center of the battlefield.

The warriors were in the mood to kill, so they naturally did not have a good impression of these little b.a.s.t.a.r.ds who disturbed the mood and tarnished the glory.

The originally chaotic battlefield suddenly became more chaotic, b.l.o.o.d.y, and brutal.

“These b.a.s.t.a.r.ds…”

Meng Chao muttered to himself in the darkness.

He could hear the cracking sounds of clenched fists coming from the bones of his fingers.

The biggest difference between the rat people and the warriors was that due to the deterioration of their bloodlines and the conflict between the genes of various fierce beasts, the characteristics of the rat people were not very obvious.

Compared to the warriors of the clan, they were usually thinner and smaller, with shorter and thinner hair. Many of the rat people did not even have fangs, claws, and hooves. They only had a pair of small and exquisite beast ears, their tails were as small as fur b.a.l.l.s.

In other words, the rat people were more like humans than the warriors.

This was also the reason why Meng Chao was treated as an ugly rat people with black hair and black eyes by the Warriors in the beginning.

It was also the original sin of the rat people being bullied—because apart from their beast ears and tails, they were really similar to the Holy Light humans in the north who were controlled by Evil G.o.ds.

On the other hand, the purer the bloodline of the clan warriors, the more obvious the beast-like characteristics they had. The descendants of the military aristocrats who had been pa.s.sed down for thousands of years were like wild boars and bulls that were standing up, they were also a mixture of wild boars, bulls, and elephants.

This was a good man who had received the blessing and recognition of the ancestral spirit and was firm and unyielding.

Therefore, in Meng Chao’s view, the scene in front of him was “A group of monsters that don’t look like humans bullying a group of humans with Beast Ears and tails.”.

Moreover, they were children.

It was still possible that they came from Bright Sh.e.l.l Village and saved his life. They personally fed him the mandala juice and poured cold water on his boiling forehead. When he was about to fall into the endless abyss, they blew the bright sh.e.l.l wind chimes and laughed like silver bells, the child who had pulled him back to the human world.

“b.a.s.t.a.r.ds, if you want to go crazy, then go crazy. Don’t bully the weak and implicate the innocent!”

Sparks flew from the friction between Meng Chao’s two rows of back teeth.

At this moment, a few children who seemed to be seven or eight years old ran in the direction where Meng Chao was hiding.

Meng Chao had sharp eyes. He instantly saw a whistle made of a bright sh.e.l.l hanging on the neck of the child in front of him.

Although the sh.e.l.l was stained with too much dust and dirt.

Under the sunlight, it still reflected a brilliant brilliance.

Meng Chao vaguely remembered that he had seen a similar brilliance when he was half-conscious.

He was delighted and was about to say something to guide them.

Suddenly, he heard a m.u.f.fled groan. A bull-headed warrior nearly three meters tall was dancing in the air like a mountain of meat, smas.h.i.+ng down in the direction where the children were running.

Meng Chao’s pupils contracted into two needle tips.

His four limbs suddenly burst open like springs that had been compressed to the limit.

Around his knee joints, elbow joints, and shoulder joints, there was even the sound of his tendons bouncing.

He pounced forward like a whirlwind.

He held one of the children with both hands and raised his neck. The hooded cloak wrapped around the other two children and threw the four children away, narrowly avoiding the Minotaur Warrior’s impact.

Boom!

The Minotaur warrior made a deafening noise.

If not for Meng Chao’s quick reflexes, at least two of the four children would have been smashed into mincemeat by his nearly half a ton of steel bones.

The Minotaur man was indeed the strongest existence in the b.l.o.o.d.y hoof clan.

Even the ground was smashed into a shallow pit. The Minotaur warrior actually staggered to his feet and spat out a large mouthful of blood.

However, in front of him, Meng Chao and the four children, an even larger wild boar appeared.. Its eyes were red and steam was gus.h.i.+ng out of its nostrils.