This was not merely because Thousand Year Armor was more powerful than Hundred Year Armor.
More importantly, Meng Chao wanted to read countless details of the massive war between the Turan Civilization and the Holy Light Land from fragments of Totem Armor that had been passed down for thousands, even tens of thousands, of years.
Thus, he could piece together the Turan Civilization at its most glorious, before it had yet degenerated.
Meng Chao believed this was the key to helping Dragon City Civilization avoid destruction—and even conquer the Otherworld.
Ice Storm sensed something from his thoughtful expression.
"What I mean is, you can try to seize more fragments of Hundred Year Armor and cover your entire set of Totem Armor with indigo Spirit Runes, but you'd best not touch Thousand Year Armor."
Ice Storm reminded him, "Those who wear Thousand Year Armor are mostly the backbone forces of the great Lineages, beings capable of dismantling an entire warband by themselves.
"The combat experience contained within Thousand Year Armor, along with the killing intent of its successive owners, is something you cannot possibly endure right now.
"It isn't easy for me to find and trust a helper. Promise me that before we escape Black Horn City, you won't become an 'Origin Warrior'!"
"Don't worry. I won't act recklessly."
Meng Chao thought for a moment and said, "Setting aside those dazzling Cuneiform Scripts, fighting in Totem Armor truly is incredibly exciting. It even feels addictive. I wonder how the experts of the Five Great Clans deal with that problem?"
Ice Storm did not understand. "What problem?"
"The addiction problem!"
Meng Chao said, "When you activated the Mithril Ripper and fought, didn't you feel some kind of hormone... something hotter and thicker than blood, like magma, flooding into your brain and giving