Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!-Chapter 1927 - A Hundred Reincarnations

1927 A Hundred Reincarnations

Meng Chao could already smell danger.

However, he did not expect the Holy Light Temple to be so decisive. To kill the father and son, they actually invested in strategic space-based orbital weapons.

When the pillar of light that pierced through the sky and earth appeared on the horizon and expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, it turned into a destructive storm that could destroy everything in its path. Meng Chao turned pale with fright, but it was too late for regrets.

In order to protect his father and the best warriors on his side, Meng Xinghe took the brunt of the damage and bore ninety percent of it.

Even with his super strong physique as a perfect being, he could not withstand the tearing and impact caused by the explosion of ten thousand suns.

His successors who had the opportunity to create a new future fell just like that, with great momentum but without meaning.

Meng Chao was heavily injured.

The loyal and experienced elites under him were also blasted into pieces.

What was worse, they had lost Meng Xinghe, who was their bridge to gathering all the Chaos factions in the north. His other descendants did not have the strength, courage, prestige, or ambition to be successors, so Meng Chao’s group literally lost its future.

Meng Chao and Lu Siya’s plan had been foiled.

The division between the Chaos faction and within Dragon City intensified.

The existence of space-based orbital weapons also prevented the various Chaos factions from gathering their forces too much. They dared not raise their arms and shout, unite their forces, and expose their precise coordinates either.

As a result, neither side could accomplish much in one battle, and the cruel war gradually dragged on and became a daily thing.

In the end, Meng Chao’s future ended tragically in the endless war. He had worked so hard to build it and had only been half a step away from victory.

Although the results of this future deduction were not satisfactory, it still gave Meng Chao new inspiration.

The future did not necessarily have to be created by him and his comrades in the span of one generation.

His mission could completely change from doing it himself to nurturing more outstanding successors.

Then, his successors could complete the ultimate mission of “preserving their civilization.”

After he realized this, Meng Chao did not waste even half a second to shed a tear for his descendants who had been destroyed by the space-based orbital weapon.

Now that he had more and more complicated memories as well as information, he threw them into a new deduction of the future.

Meng Chao deduced dozens and even hundreds of futures in one go.

In the hundreds of deductions, he had worked with Lu Siya to create many peerless geniuses or super monsters that stood at the peak of the gene treasury.

They had also put in all their efforts to find and nurture a talented new generation.

They had nurtured successors who were no weaker than Meng Xinghe more than once.

However, it was as if there was a pair of big hands guiding or planning their fate.

Each time he nurtured enough excellent successors, he would be on the verge of winning the war in the Other World thanks to their help.

He would also have a large number of loyal followers who would try to help him take a step forward

Meanwhile, the Chaos tribes in the north would help him claim the righteous title of emperor in a seemingly honest and reasonable manner. Then, they would ask for the piece of the pie that they deserved.

This presented him with a dilemma.

If Meng Chao agreed to the actions of his supporters and the Chaos factions in the north, the Chaos faction would split up and engage in civil war.

The Holy Light Temple would also take the opportunity to intervene. At a critical moment, they would launch a space-based orbital attack on him and his successors.

Even though Meng Chao had the memories of his previous life, he was helpless against this seemingly unsolvable scheme.

What if Meng Chao used the most resolute attitude and rejected his followers’ requests to help him become the emperor?

It also meant that the followers were disheartened, and the northern tribes of Chaos were alienated.

In the end, Earthlings were still outsiders who had just transmigrated to this world less than a hundred years ago.

If one could not, was unwilling, and did not dare to be crowned as the Emperor of Chaos, it was impossible to gain enough legitimacy to rule the entire otherworld and so many civilizations and races just by relying on the identity of an outsider.

Under such circumstances, even the successors that Meng Chao had carefully nurtured and were related to him by blood could not help but stand up against his father.

In a certain deduction, a certain inheritor who had encountered the genetic lottery and was exceptionally outstanding in his cultivation had staged a change in the Black Tortoise Sect in the Other World.

It was called a loving father and filial son, and it was touching.

Of course, this successor who had successfully seized the highest authority didn’t gain much advantage.

After enjoying the feeling of being alone and supreme for less than forty-eight hours, he was locked onto by the space-based orbital weapon and burned into a skeleton.

As he was reborn and destroyed again and again, Meng Chao became calmer and more numb.

No matter how real the world around him and his memories were, and no matter how distinct the personalities of the people he interacted with were, he gradually learned not to treat them as real lives, including his partners who lived with him day and night, as well as his blood-related children.

“They are not real life.”

Meng Chao told himself, “It’s chess pieces, chips, and numbers.”

In the beginning, he would still cry bitterly when ten thousand suns exploded above the city at the same time and countless creatures were burned and turned into ashes.

Gradually, he could watch the burning old man and child dance in front of him expressionlessly.

In fact, in several futures, he even took the initiative to use cities with millions or even tens of millions of people as bait to lure the Holy Light Temple to rain destructive meteors in these cities. He used this method to test the limits of space-based orbital weapons.

“The apocalypse is not unstoppable!”

After dozens of “experiments,” which turned billions of lives into experimental data, Meng Chao came to a conclusion: The Holy Light Temple might be able to summon eight to ten waves of space-based orbital attacks at the same time and destroy eight to ten large cities in the Chaos faction at the same time, but after that, the space-based orbital weapons will be on cooldown for a very long time, or even paralyzed.

“The power of such an attack is exaggerated, but it is still far from enough to burn the entire planet into glass.

“That is to say, as long as we can build megacities with a population of millions before the Holy Light Temple is ready to carry out the space-based orbital strike, and make these cities underground and fortresses, and then use runic mechanical technology and spirit martial arts technology to maximize the ability of carbon-based intelligent creatures to resist space-based strikes, as well as the swapping ability of flesh and blood, it is entirely possible to carry out the war to the end with the explosion of ten thousand suns!”