Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!-Chapter 1928 - Secret of Holy Light

1928 Secret of Holy Light

Meng Chao deduced dozens of futures with the same approach.

However, no matter how well prepared he was in every deduction, how subtle his operations were, and how fruitful his results were, the Chaos faction’s strength would grow stronger each time.

Every time the decisive battle came, the space-based orbital strikes from beyond the atmosphere would destroy his decades of hard work.

The Holy Light Temple could seemingly control the intensity of their attacks to a critical level every time. It was just enough to destroy the core cities and main forces of the Chaos faction without causing a destructive impact on the Other World’s entire ecosystem.

The apocalypse kept happening, and Meng Chao fell into deep confusion as a result. He suspected that a pair of eyes was following him, as well as the Chaos faction, everywhere and watching them day and night. Its goal was to destroy their civilization at its most glorious moment.

“But this doesn’t make sense!” Meng Chao, who had returned from the apocalypse time and time again, muttered to himself.

“The space-based orbital weapons that the Holy Light used originated from the ancient civilization.

“And the ‘infinite future deduction technique’ that I’m using now also comes from the ancient civilization.

“If the ancient civilization wants to destroy the Dragon City civilization and Chaos faction, why did it lead me all the way here and reveal so many mysteries to me?”

After he reflected on his painful experience, Meng Chao decided to change his way of thinking again.

He felt that he had done enough for the Dragon City civilization and Chaos faction. Even if he repeated the deduction a thousand times or ten thousand times, he might not be able to achieve a better result.

However, his understanding of the Holy Light faction was still not enough, far from enough.

What was the relationship between the Holy Light race and the Ancients?

Why was it that only the High Priest of the Holy Light Temple could control the space-based orbital weapon left behind by the ancient civilization?

What was the truth behind the so-called “magic”?

Were they really the chosen ones blessed by the heavens, the victors destined to replace the primordial civilization and rule the world forever, just like the Holy Light race claimed?

Meng Chao was determined to go deep into the Land of Holy Light and find the answer himself.

Of course, his plan was opposed by everyone, including Lu Siya.

Meng Chao was stubborn.

In any case, the future deduction could be repeated indefinitely. Even if his absence caused the evolution speed of the Dragon City civilization to slow down significantly, as long as he could find the secret hidden behind the Holy Light Temple, everything would be worth it.

When one’s cultivation base reached Meng Chao’s realm, it was not difficult for him to change the direction and shape of his facial muscles and bones.

Using genetic modification technology and nano-metal technology, the color of hair and pupils could also be changed semi-permanently.

As for the language and basic customs of the Holy Light race, Meng Chao had already grasped most of them through the captives’ mouths after dozens of future deductions.

Using these abilities and information, Meng Chao successfully took the identity of a captured knight and infiltrated the Land of Holy Light.

The results of the first few attempts were not satisfactory.

Meng Chao’s finely sculpted blond hair and blue eyes were flawless, but the soul that was burning continuously in his body was from Earth.

And among the races of the Holy Light, especially among the devout believers of the Holy Light Temple such as knights, priests, and mages, there seemed to be some sort of telepathy, soul resonance, or even a bee’s consciousness ritual. They could and must share what they saw, heard, and even thought with each other.

When the devout believers surrounded the Holy Light altar and entered a state of deep meditation, light mist that looked like spring water would gush out from the depths of the Holy Light altar. As if it was alive, it enveloped everyone’s body and brain, and mysterious information was being read, input, covered, and upgraded in the depths of their brains.

Meng Chao’s soul would often expose itself at times like this, and he would become the target target of everyone.

However, as he exposed himself more and more, Meng Chao gained a deeper understanding of the nature of the Holy Light and its race.

He gradually learned to construct layers of false memories and logical thinking circuits in his brain to act as a “protective shell.”

He gradually learned the way of thinking of the priests, knights, and mages, and learned to “open his heart completely and welcome the Holy Light’s arrival.”

He gradually learned how to immerse every brain cell and nerve endings in the holy light and connect them with the holy will. In the holy, mysterious, and profound connection, he could enjoy the unparalleled palpitations, tranquility, and pleasure deep inside his soul.

The time Meng Chao spent successfully sneaking into the Land of Holy Light became longer and longer.

From the very beginning, his true identity would be exposed in less than ten days to half a month.

Gradually, he was able to hide for three, five, ten years, or even longer as a knight, priest, and mage, standing on the side of the Holy Light faction and experiencing the incomparably tragic war in the Other World.

In the longest period of hiding, he even used twenty-five years to become one of the only nine “Red Priests” in the entire Holy Light Temple. He had the qualifications to elect and be elected as the High Priest of Holy Light!

The many deductions that he had made that were comparable to samsaras made Meng Chao realize that the Holy Light faction was not like what they appeared to be. They were not in the feudal, ignorant, and old-fashioned Middle Ages.

Hidden behind the magic and prayers, the elves and the lance, was the superb technology that could dominate the universe.

Just like the seemingly crude and primitive totem armor of the Turan orcs, it was actually a smart armor made from nanotechnology and artificial intelligence technology.

In Meng Chao’s eyes, the spells and many other magic-like techniques used by the Holy Light race were actually extremely tiny space-based orbital attacks.

The so-called “Holy Light,” or in the words of the devout believers, “the supreme, omnipresent, and omnipotent Holy Light,” was not a false fantasy.

It was something that truly existed and enveloped the entire planet, or at least the entire Land of Holy Light. Some kind of energy field.

No, it was not just the energy field.

Holy Light was an energy field.

It was also information flow.

It was a large-scale communication network that connected the ground and the atmosphere.

It was also a complete set of Internet of Everything systems that could reach the depths of the brains of carbon-based intelligent creatures.

It was like the most advanced artificial intelligence decision-making system, providing advice to the Holy Light race on everything from daily life to life-and-death battles.

And on a large scale, because of its hundred-percent accuracy and foresight that the human brain could not reach, this suggestion was naturally regarded as an order that must be carried out by all the races of the Holy Light. It was a revelation and a blessing from the heavens and the true God.

And as long as the Holy Light race ensured their faith and loyalty, they would complete the Holy Light’s “suggestions ” meticulously, step by step, and regardless of life and death.

Naturally, they would be able to gain higher and higher privileges, and they would be able to perform everything from the simplest Fireball spell to the highest level, Final Judgment, which was also a space-based orbital strike.