Meng Chao felt an invisible current surge through every nerve ending in his body.
In that soundless shudder, he could hardly tell who truly ruled the Turan Civilization.
Was it the High-Level Orcs clad in Totem Armor?
Or the Totem Armor controlling the High-Level Orcs?
And if Totem Armor truly kept "evolving," what exactly was the purpose or endpoint of that evolution?
Meng Chao felt that ancient armor made merely for wielding cold weapons was far from the true face—or Ultimate Form—of Totem Armor.
Theoretically speaking, since this Liquid Metal-like substance possessed the ability to fold space, it could create components even finer and more intricate than the "nanometer scale."
Then forget sabers, spears, swords, halberds, axes, polearms, hooks, and forks.
Even miniature nuclear reactors, super engines with vastly different power outputs and sizes, or Orbital Cannons capable of turning everything within a hundred miles to mush with a single blast were things Totem Armor could produce.
If Totem Armor truly evolved to that extent.
Then Turan warriors clad in Totem Armor would possess the power to soar through the heavens and burrow into the earth, split mountains and cleave stone, even consume minute amounts of nuclear fuel to break through the atmosphere and roam the entire galaxy, standing alone against an entire civilization.
From a certain perspective.
Was this not another direction of "civilizational evolution"?
All at once, Meng Chao recalled the ideas the demon god Wisdom Tree had once instilled in him within the virtual illusion of Peach Blossom Paradise Town.
Many times, preserving and developing a civilization did not necessarily require too many people.
Especially for places like Dragon City and Peach Blossom Paradise Town, originally parts of Earth Civilization without Spiritual Energy, yet transported to an Otherworld where the Planetary Magnetic Field was wildly unstable, Spiritual