EndlessFantasy Translation

  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, shivering.

  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 bloody 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 crashing 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 classes 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 eyeballs 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 shell, 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 shining with the light of the Blue Sky, the refreshing 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 bastards who disturbed the mood and tarnished the glory.

  The originally chaotic battlefield suddenly became more chaotic, bloody, and brutal.

  “These bastards……”


  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 balls.

  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 Gods.

  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 passed 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 Shell 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 shell wind chimes and laughed like silver bells, the child who had pulled him back to the human world.

  “Bastards, 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 shell hanging on the neck of the child in front of him.

  Although the shell 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 muffled groan. A bull-headed warrior nearly three meters tall was dancing in the air like a mountain of meat, smashing 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 bloody 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 gushing out of its nostrils.

  Chapter 1001 - Power Even More Terrifying Than the Apocalypse

  The wild boar warrior had gone mad.

  His eyes, which were covered in blood, could not tell the difference between Meng Chao, the four children, and the Turan warrior at all.

  He was like a burning chariot out of control, crashing into the Turan warrior.

  Before the Turan warrior could react.

  Meng Chao had already charged forward like lightning.

  The distance between the two sides was only 20 to 30 arms.

  They were about to collide with each other.

  Meng Chao’s body suddenly curled up like a spinning top. He drew an incredible arc and bypassed the wild boar warrior.

  The wild boar warrior continued to charge forward.

  The originally straight charging path seemed to have been deflected by an invisible hand. His body, which weighed more than half a ton, could not help but lean to the right. He narrowly brushed past the four children and the bull-headed warrior and rushed past them.

  He wanted to stop and turn back to launch a new round of charge.

  His vital parts made cracking sounds.

  At this moment, more than ten blood flowers bloomed on his right arm and right leg.

  From the wrist to the ankle, the tendons that controlled the right side of his body were all accurately cut off by Meng Chao’s sharp blade that was as thin as a Cicada’s wing.

  Boom!

  The right side of the Wild Boar Warrior’s body was twisted into a ball, while the left side of his body was still maintaining a high-speed forward posture. He could not control his balance at all, nor could he brake. Under the effect of the huge inertia……, he fell into the ruins of the roadside and crashed into the houses, causing smoke and dust to fill the ground.

  Although he had broken bones and tendons, his head was bleeding.

  But the strong vitality of the high-level orc still made him struggle to get up.

  However, what awaited him was a swift and fierce figure that pounced on him.

  Meng Chao’s right foot was like a whistling train shell, ruthlessly hitting the wild boar warrior’s chin.

  This kick actually sent the wild boar warrior, which weighed more than half a ton, flying into the air.

  His chin was directly shattered, and all the broken bones drilled into his skull like bullets.

  Before he landed on the ground, the wild boar warrior fainted.

  After landing on the ground, he was like a puddle of wet mud.

  “…”


  The ox-headed warrior was dumbstruck.

  Meng Chao was wearing an ebony mask and had dyed his trademark black hair into a visible gray color. The ox-headed warrior thought that he was one of his own, and that he was a mercenary hired by his own family, so he hurriedly stuttered and thanked him.

  Meng Chao nodded, took two steps forward, and said, “You’re welcome.”


  The Iron Fist that was wrapped in a scarlet battle flame, as if it had just been taken out of a steel furnace, whistled out with the last word, “Thank you.”It drilled deep into the connection between the Tauren warrior’s chest and abdomen.

  The power penetrated through the entire body of steel and iron bones, almost making the Tauren warrior’s spine protrude high from his back.

  The ox-head warrior was hit so hard by this punch that he could not even scream.

  His burly figure, which was like an iron tower, could only bow in front of Meng Chao.

  Meng Chao happened to grab his two ox horns and used all his strength to give a fierce knee strike. The iron knee smashed into the ox-head Warrior’s face like a war hammer, almost flattening his entire face.

  He lifted the bull horns and dragged the bull-headed warrior to another pool of mud.

  He then turned around and carried the four dumbstruck rat children to a safe corner.

  He snapped his fingers in front of the children several times before summoning their souls back to their bodies.

  He removed the Ebony mask and revealed a modified but not very ferocious face. It was a very typical and ordinary rat face, indicating that he was one of the children’s kind.

  Only then did he slightly appease the frightened and restless soul.

  “You are from Cai Luo Village?”Meng Chao pointed at the colorful conch pendant on the neck of the child in the lead.

  The child’s mouth was half open. He was stunned for a long time before he realized what Meng Chao was referring to.

  He hurriedly shook his head and grabbed the pendant. He stuttered, “No, no, this is a gift from Fishbone.”


  “Fishbone”was probably the name of a child.

  In other words, there were indeed some children from Cai Luo village who lived in this slum.

  “Where’s Fishbone? Isn’t he with you?”


  Meng Chao relaxed his tone and tried to make himself look less fierce in the eyes of the children.

  “He, he didn’t seem to have run out,”the child said.

  “He ran out. I saw him run to the east,”another child said.

  “There are a lot of old men fighting in the east. I saw him run to the west!”The third child said seriously.

  The fourth child was the youngest. He seemed to have been scared silly and couldn’t say anything.

  However, looking at the temporary home that had been in a mess and now turned into ruins, it seemed to remind her of the real home that had been destroyed by the samurai old men not long ago.

  Her eyes turned redder and redder, and she finally could not help but cry out.

  “Mommy.”


  She said, “Mommy is still inside. I want Mommy!”


  Meng Chao raised his eyebrows.

  “Her mommy is not inside.”


  The eldest child, who was wearing the colored snail pendant, said, “Our Mommy and Daddy died a long time ago.”


  Meng Chao Sighed.

  Well, they were all children.

  Whether they came from Cai Luo village or not, what difference did it make?

  “Go behind this wall and find a safe place to hide.”


  Meng Chao broke a few pieces of golden fruit from his waist bag, mixed it with honey and cheese, and dried the solidified golden milk. He handed it to the eldest child, who looked smarter, and asked him to share it with his companions.

  He stuffed a golden milk into his mouth, and the sweet taste that he had never tasted before rushed into his brain like a flood. The youngest child widened his eyes, stopped crying, and began to burp.

  “Then, how long are we going to hide?”


  Seeing that Meng Chao was different from the fierce-looking samurai lord, the most clever eldest child summoned up his courage and asked.

  “Hide until –”


  Meng Chao narrowed his eyes and said word by word, “If you can’t hear half of the wild boar samurai and bull-headed samurai scream anymore, don’t Stop.”


  The battlefield between the bull-headed samurai and the wild boar samurai gradually moved deeper into the slums.

  This made it convenient for Meng Chao to enter the abandoned sewage pipes at the edge of the slums.

  The positions of the thirty-six wild boar samurai and bull-headed samurai who were still fighting in this area, as well as the range of their vision, were all accurately scanned by Meng Chao. In his mind, they were in the form of a translucent three-dimensional light and shadow, they were recreated.

  According to their fighting posture, after predicting their positions and blind spots for three seconds, Meng Chao had a road map after repeatedly deducing in his mind.

  Taking two deep breaths, he silently chanted “Three, two, one”and rushed out like a transparent shadow.

  For the first twenty meters, Meng Chao crawled between the ruins on the ground. He tried his best not to move his limbs and only used the ripples of his muscles to move forward like a snake.

  Only when there were no more broken walls in front of him could he stop and take a breath. He silently waited until the two warriors of the clan who were close by hugged each other tightly. Their bodies weighed nearly half a ton, adding up to nearly a ton, he crashed hard on the ground and dodged past them when dust was flying everywhere.

  The eyes of the two warriors of the clan were like two cannons without cannon barrels. They wanted to blast two bloody holes in each other’s faces.

  Meng Chao restrained his breathing, heartbeat, and even his body temperature to the maximum.

  When he flashed past the two of them, he was actually not discovered by them.

  Next, he hid behind a pile of unconscious meat mountain for three seconds.

  Until the two wild boar warriors in front of him and the three bull warriors that rushed out from the side rammed into the depths of the ruins in front of them.

  Only then did he continue moving forward and finally found the entrance of the abandoned sewage pipe where he stored his totem battle armor.

  In fact, there were countless abandoned sewage pipes in this area.

  It was only because of the long period of disrepair that most of the sewage pipes had collapsed and were severely blocked, losing their original functions.

  It was also because of the deadly biogas and poisonous fog that accumulated in the depths of the pipes, which was not something that ordinary rats could withstand.

  That was why very few people had the idea to abandon the sewage pipes.

  For Meng Chao, whose cell activity had greatly surpassed that of ordinary carbon-based intelligent creatures, the mere poisonous fog and methane gas were naturally not a problem.

  When he swept to the top of the entrance of the abandoned sewage pipes, he discovered that part of the place had already collapsed.

  The air that was visible to the naked eye, along with the black sludge, was so pungent that even the samurai lords were deterred. No one was interested in fighting inside the sewage pipes.

  As a ghost assassin, Meng Chao was not so particular. His figure flashed and he entered the pipe. He also gave a roundhouse kick, causing the entrance of the pipe to collapse completely, temporarily blocking the entire entrance.

  The tribal warriors’fanatical cries of killing were temporarily isolated outside.

  Through the cracks of the ruins, the sounds of people entering the pipe were distorted and distant. They were like the most devout believers and the craziest prayers.

  Meng Chao was like a giant gecko, crawling nimbly on the four walls of the abandoned sewage pipes that were more than two meters in diameter, advancing at high speed in a three-dimensional mobile mode.

  Very soon, he found the totem armor.

  In fact, he did not even need to be patient to find the mark that he had drawn on the wall of the pipes.

  The totem armor fragment that was stimulated by the shouts and the intense smell of blood on the ground had long been like a living creature. It trembled slightly and emitted a “Ding Ding Ding Dang”, a weak but rapid sound of collision.

  When Meng Chao appeared, the surface of the pieces of totem armor shone with a demonic light. The ripples that contained killing intent rippled out, allowing Meng Chao to clearly sense its existence.

  Meng Chao had once heard that the divine weapons on Earth, after tasting the sweetness of human blood, would be kept in the scabbard for a long time. When it was late at night, they would let out roars of tigers, dragons, and even ghosts.

  Thinking about it, the materials used to create those divine weapons were the same as the materials used to create the totem armor, right?

  “Do I really have to absorb such violent power into my body?”


  Before reaching out to the totem armor fragment, Meng Chao hesitated for a moment.

  But he soon laughed.

  “What other power would be more terrifying than the end of the world?”


  ——


  It was the annual college entrance exam day again!

  All the best!

  No matter what the results were, this was just a new starting point. Our journey had just begun. We had to persevere and walk towards tomorrow. Tomorrow would definitely be even better, definitely!