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Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane! Chapter 1400 - Rat Hair

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Chapter 1400 Rat Hair


Master said that the so-called “Great Horn Army” was just a mob and not worthy of the wolf warriors.


If we, the “good rat people,” were to eliminate those “bad rat people,” we would be able to use them as trash.


Just as well, we could prove our loyalty to master and our ancestors in the same way.


My master said that as long as I could prove my ability and loyalty, I would not have to be a grave robber anymore. I would also be able to get rid of the name, “Corpse-eating Dog” and become a true warrior, qualified to partic.i.p.ate in the Battle of Glory.


Just like that, I was given a tattered bone knife and a s.h.i.+eld made of a large turtle sh.e.l.l. Together with the other grave robbers, I entered the battlefield in a daze.


For me, killing the “bad rat people” was not too much of a burden.


After all, “rat people” was just a general term. Everyone had different bloodlines, and they all had different appearances. It was difficult for them to feel like they were “one of us.”


Even if they were one of us, I believed that whether it was the “good rat people” or the “bad rat people,” death was a kind of happiness, and living was an endless pain.


I sharpened the bone knife again and again.


I made sure that the blade was sharp enough to cut the throat of the “bad rat people” in front of me, so that these people, who I didn’t know, could welcome relief without any pain in the shortest amount of time.


I was looking forward to meeting an opponent who was as particular as me. He would stab me cleanly in the throat and let me die as soon as possible.


Unfortunately, my master wasn’t wrong.


This rat rebel army known as the ‘Great Horn Army’was indeed a weak motley crew.


Just by relying on the hastily armed grave robbers, along with a few slave soldiers and servant troops, and led by a few Wolf clan powerhouses, we were able to defeat the main force of the great horn army without any suspense.


My team even attacked the great horn army’s headquarters like chopping melons and vegetables.


There, I met a woman called the “Saintess”by the rat rebels.


No, she was too young, much younger than me.


Rather than a woman, she was more like a little girl.


Although she didn’t look very good, this mysterious girl had an extremely special ability.


She could connect the spirits of everyone around her through her dreams.


On one hand, this ability allowed her to experience the pain, fear, and despair of millions of rats. It gave her a depth and maturity that far surpa.s.sed her appearance. On the other hand, the immense pain stimulated her tender soul, exceeding the limits of what she could bear. It caused her to completely seal her soul. She sealed her soul until she was seven or eight years old, or even only three or five years old. She was still innocent and innocent, she did not need to understand the age of this cruel world. She was sealed in the innocent and beautiful dreams that she had created.


How could such a little girl, who had seen through the darkness of the world but chose to escape in the dreams, become a qualified, true ‘Saintess’?


I did not kill her.


But when I found her, she was already dying.


Although she had innate talent.


But this “Saintess”didn’t have the ability to use totems to control her talent like my master did.


And she didn’t have enough golden mandala fruits and witch medicine to fill up her starving brain and body after activating her talent.


And while she was struggling, she ignored the pain of her brain burning and exploding, crazily overdrawing her talent time and time again, trying to drag us all into her dream.


As a result, she suffered a backlash from her talents.


She was about to die in front of me.


Before she died, she continued to pour her dreams into my mind.


There were nightmares of pain and despair that the thousands of bad rats who joined the Great Horn Army had experienced.


There were also beautiful dreams that the SAINTESS had made up to help everyone escape their pain.


I didn’t know her intentions.


Did she see through my ident.i.ty as a rat and wanted to persuade me to betray my master, stand on the side of the rat rebels, and inherit the flag of the Great Horn Army?


Or did she simply want me to carry on living with so many feelings and memories of the rat rebels, as if I were carrying their souls?


It was ridiculous. I was like a bunch of insignificant rat hairs that had been swept up by a strong wind.


Whether I lived or died, when was it up to me to decide?


Under the influence of G.o.d, the only thing I could do was to hug the Saintess’corpse and close her eyes.


The Great Horn Army was destroyed.


And my master fulfilled his promise.


I finally got rid of my ident.i.ty as a grave robber.


I was incorporated into a slave army and even became a squad leader.


My master even personally whipped me, which was a rare sight. He encouraged me to not be afraid of death, to fight bravely, to wash away the lowly bloodline, to defend the glory of the ancestral spirits, and to live up to my master’s appreciation.


I was beaten until I grimaced.


But I was extremely happy in my heart.


It wasn’t because of my master’s encouragement.


It was because I was about to charge into battle as a slave and face the defense line formed by Dwarven Cannons, Elf Poison Arrows, and mages.


This time, I would definitely die, right?


With this goal in mind, I trained harder than any of the rat slave soldiers.


While adding countless scars to my body, I also learned more and more killing techniques.


I did my best to complete my master’s orders and win his favor and trust.


I only wanted to stand as far ahead as possible and die more quickly when I charged into the battle.


However, in the dead of night, when I was exhausted and should have fallen asleep.


I would have many strange dreams.


The dreams that the Saintess of the Bighorn Army had implanted in my mind.


The memories, emotions, and wills of the rat rebels.


It was strange that the rat rebels were living a life as miserable and hopeless as I was as a grave robber in the past.


But their most vivid memories before they died were not the pain of their entire lives. They were the insignificant, fleeting moments of beauty and joy.


A wild flower growing by the side of the road.


A particularly sweet mandala fruit.


A rude joke.


A strong hug.


When winter came, a nest of warm weeds, an unextinguished bonfire, a fragrant grilled fish.


It was these memories, as humble as dust.


That kept the rat rebels alive and fighting until they died like real soldiers.


I couldn’t understand it. However, as if bewitched by the SAINTESS, I also remembered that in my life, as dark as the eternal night, there were moments like the stars.


I remember that I once had a friend.


He was a master at catching and fighting tooth worms.


Whenever we huddled together in the depths of the ancient tomb, in the dark, damp mud, where the master could not see.


He would encourage me to go everywhere to catch tooth worms.


The tooth worms he caught, two big, high-sticking teeth, big and sharp, could bite each other’s tooth worms until they bled, and helped us win G.o.d knows how many mandala fruits.


Of course, this friend has long died.


Fell into the trap, was pierced through the intestines, riddled with holes.


Just like other friends.


But I will never forget, he once caught a big tooth worm like the chief of the awe-inspiring, domineering


And he waved the big tooth worm, from the heart of the smile.


See his smile, even, just think of his smile.


I couldn’t help but smile as well.


Suddenly, I didn’t want to die so much. Perhaps, before the Saintess died, she really implanted something into my brain.


Implanted… the motivation and meaning to


live.


Unfortunately, motivation and meaning weren’t enough.


The Glorious Era had arrived.


The horn that was filled with killing intent and the battle roars that were filled with blood resounded in every corner of the two banks of the Tulan River.


The five clans, the va.s.sal tribes, the rat militia, and the slave soldiers… all mobilized and turned Tulan ze into a large military camp.


The chief of the Gold clan, the most powerful member of the Lion clan, the Horn of destruction, defeated all the heroes in the Battle of the five clans. He naturally ascended to the throne of the Chief of war and became the supreme commander of the Tulan Army.


There was no power that could stop the outbreak of war.


There didn’t seem to be any power that could stop me from dying meaninglessly as cannon fodder under the illumination of the Holy Light.


Just as I was about to accept my fate.


In the southern part of Tulan ZE, the mist that covered the entire prosperous era of the tusk mountain range suddenly vanished.


From the depths of the Tusk mountain range, a group of black-haired, black-eyed, self-proclaimed ‘Earthlings’Weirdos walked out.


The tusk mountain range towered into the clouds. Dozens of mountain peaks were more than 10,000 arms high, and they were washed up and down by the rapid currents. They were as smooth as mirrors, and there were violent winds, torrential rain, and Thunderbolts that wreaked havoc throughout the entire mountain range all day long, even the Falcons of the Lightning clan found it extremely difficult to cross the peak of the tusk. Even the mandala tree, which the Tulan people relied on to survive, was unable to extend its roots all the way to the depths of the tusk mountain range.


Furthermore, the most fertile place in this world was always the land of holy light to the north of Tulan ZE.


The Holy Light Temple stood in the center of the Earth and contained most of the resources. The further one went to the surroundings of the continent, the more barren the resources became.


The land of Tulan ze was not as fertile as the land of Holy Light. Further south in the depths of the tusk mountain range, it was naturally more dangerous and barren. As for pa.s.sing through the tusk mountain range and heading south, they would arrive at the turbulent sea, and there was no room for the Tulan Orcs to survive.


Therefore, for nearly ten thousand years, the orc warriors’tusks, claws, and swords had been pointing towards the fertile and prosperous north.


No Fool was willing to conquer the tusk mountain range with no effort and no reward.


Even before the last prosperous era, the tusk mountain range was suddenly shrouded in mist. The fierce winds, torrential rain, and Thunderbolts that surrounded the entire mountain range became even more violent, becoming an insurmountable chasm, the Careless Tulan Beastmen did not take it to heart.


Who would have thought that behind Tulan ZE, a super city even larger than Crimson Gold City would suddenly appear?

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