Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

"Listen, listen to me, I'm not your enemy, but a friend from afar, I don't have any malice, but I want to save everyone, including the rat people, just like you, so that the incomparably beautiful thing in your dream Tomorrow, it can really turn into reality!"

Meng Chao sent a strong mental wave to the furious subconscious of the ancient dream saint.

The other party's response was that he opened his bloody mouth wide, and spewed out a storm of scarlet and pale white at him—the storm was composed of densely packed skeleton rats with teeth and claws!

Thousands of skeleton rats drowned Meng Chao in an instant.

It gnawed at his body like a piranha.

Although in the dream, people don't really die.

Even the flesh and blood devoured by the skeleton rat will re-grow in the blink of an eye.

But the heart-wrenching feeling of draining the bone marrow really stimulated Meng Chao's central nervous system and cerebral cortex, making him feel that his brain in reality had been dug open and filled with boiling water. hot oil.

Before Meng Chao would swarm the skeleton rats, they would all be ripped off from his body.

An overwhelming strange hand slapped him hard on the head.

This nightmare world is completely dominated by the ancient dream saintess.

In her nightmare, she turned into an indomitable god and demon. With only one hand, she tightly grasped Meng Chao who was entangled by the skeleton rat, and lifted her up into the air.

Meng Chao was pushed out of his body by her.

I heard the scream of every bone in myself.

Hundreds of gold stars popped out in front of my eyes, and I felt like my alveoli were being squeezed.

Couldn't help opening his mouth to breathe, those blood-stained skeleton rats crawled up in front of him along the arms of the ancient dream saint like bridges and pillars, trying to get into his mouth.

Meng Chao felt that the fire in his soul was about to go out.

A clearer picture of doom can only be extracted from the deepest part of the memory database.

No matter what happens, he smashes towards the Ancient Dream Saintess.

The violent and unparalleled flow of information turned into thousands of burning meteorites.

It was like a shower of meteors and fire falling from the sky, and in the dream of the ancient dream saint, the scene of doomsday destruction was reenacted.

This time, it was the turn of the Ancient Dream Saintess to scream in disbelief.

In the nightmare, the towering body that stood upright, like a statue of a god and demon, was riddled with holes by the meteor fire rain.

Sweeping across the world, the surging waves of skeleton rats also turned into an endless sea of ​​flames under the burning of raging flames.

Meng Chao finally broke free from the control of the ancient dream saint.

With the help of the doomsday flames, they began to compete for the dominance of this dreamland.

"How can it be?"

The majestic body of the ancient dream saint began to collapse.

This meant she began to doubt her subconscious mind and the beliefs she held on to to this day.

She looked at the doomsday flame raging in the depths of the dream with incredible eyes, and murmured, "Who are you, why did you sneak into my dream, and what kind of power is this!"

"I said that I am a friend from afar, and strictly speaking, it's not that I sneaked into your dream, but you sneaked into mine!"

Meng Chao took a deep breath, trying to ensure that his brain waves were calm enough so as not to stimulate the subconscious mind of the ancient dream saint again, "As for what you see, the flames that destroy everything, you can regard it as a 'future flame'." Another possibility', the same as the 'prophecy' lurking in the depths of your brain!"

"What!"

The four pupils of the Saintess of Ancient Dream shrank together.

At the same time, a blade-like light spewed out.

This is the most important secret, the instinctive reaction after being spied on.

"I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't pry into the secrets hidden in the deepest part of your brain, but if you really care about the survival of the Bighorn Legion, the lives of thousands of rat people, and the future of this world, you should Slightly control your anger and listen to my explanation—since you are in a dream, you can extend the perception of time infinitely, at least give me a few seconds to explain!"

Meng Chao was afraid that the Saintess of Gumeng would make trouble again, and said like a cannonball, "Do you want to know how I sneaked into the deepest part of your brain and read those memories?

"You know, you are the saint of ancient dreams, a psychic expert, a great dream maker and manipulator, and the spokesperson of the horned mouse god in Turanze. What about the realm?"

This question really aroused the interest of the Ancient Dream Saintess.

Although the doomsday flames gushing out of Meng Chao's subconscious gradually extinguished.

Some skeleton rats escaped the end of being wiped out.

But the ancient dream saint did not manipulate the skeleton rats to attack Meng Chao again.

She stared at Meng Chao, thinking deeply in the dream.

"The answer is simple, because I am not the first person to sneak into the depths of your brain. Before me, someone has sneaked into your brain, I don't know how many times!"

Meng Chao released a big move, "Your brain is like a treasure house that has been opened up by someone. No matter how strong the walls on the front of the treasure house are, how thick the gate is, how strict the security is, and how sophisticated and ingenious the unlocking method is, But as long as I can find the secret passage left by my predecessors, I can easily sneak into the treasure house with a whistle in my pocket!"

The ancient dream saint screamed again.

The white bone battle armor worn on the body has densely packed spikes.

Those battered skeleton rats also became agitated again, grinning at Meng Chao and letting out a creepy howl.

This was the subconsciousness of the Saintess of Ancient Dream, which was very against Meng Chao's words, and it was a symbol that she didn't want to think at all.

Meng Chao knew very well how difficult it was for an obsessed person to realize the bleak reality.

In many cases, the truth is like a sharp knife, which will cut people's hearts to blood.

But in order to awaken the ancient dream saint, Meng Chao was still willing to take the risk and put all his eggs in one basket.

After all, he has no choice!

"You know who that person is—the Horned Rat God!"

Meng Chao took a deep breath and continued, "The Horned Rat God has appeared in your dreams countless times, giving you various 'prophecies' and 'enlightenments', telling you the location of the lost temple and how to open it, and helping you find enough The underground base that raises tens of thousands of elite soldiers teaches you how to strengthen your ability to manipulate dreams, and also teaches you the skills of fighting on the battlefield and commanding troops, am I right?"

The Saintess of Ancient Dream was startled slightly.

She has received "divine enlightenment" in dreams countless times.

This is something that the entire Bighorn Legion, including tens of thousands of Rat People, knows.

It was even something that she and the priests of the Great Horn Legion deliberately preached.

She is convinced of this, and of course she will not deny it.

"However, Holy Maiden of Ancient Dreams, have you ever thought that there is no such thing as a horned rat god who sneaks into the depths of your brain and instills all kinds of information in you? It is not any ancestor spirit or god at all, but a A schemer with ulterior motives, a puppet master who treats you and all the Rat People as pawns, a demon who is about to destroy the Bighorn Legion, and destroy you as well!" Meng Chao revealed his trump card.

The protruding bone spurs all over the Saintess of Ancient Dream's body grew longer and longer, turning into clusters of sharp knives that blow hair and break hair.

The white bone helmet buckled on the head also seemed to have a strange life, growing continuously, gradually covering both eyes and ears, like a giant egg made of white bone.

This symbolized that the ancient dream saint was closing her heart. Subconsciously, she could not accept Meng Chao's blasphemous words at all, and she was unwilling to have the slightest doubt about her belief.

Meng Chao was unwilling to give up halfway.

He gritted his teeth and threw the strong medicine: "Saint of Ancient Dream, I know you can hear my voice, and I also believe that you have not completely become a muddle-headed puppet at the mercy of others. For the future of the Big Horn Legion and all the Rat People, You are still willing to think and fight!

"If this is the case, I hope you can carefully recall that in your childhood memories, when your hometown was hit by a plague and everyone died, leaving you alone and in danger, you encountered a big horn The Rat God came, and then, the Horned Rat God also gave you a lot of 'revelation' and showed you a lot of future pictures, right?

"Can you tell me, what kind of future did you see when you were a child?"

This should be a very simple question.

It was so simple that both Meng Chao and Gu Meng Shengnv knew the answer.

But the ancient dream saint seemed to be trapped by an invisible net.

Completely covered by the helmet, without facial features, the eggshell-like face also revealed deep confusion and uncertainty.

Meng Chao laughed.

"Let me guess, you see two very different futures at the same time - in the 'good future', all the Rat People are saved, and together they build Turanze into a wonderful tomorrow; in the 'bad future' Here, everyone including the rat people, and even the whole world, are completely destroyed under the burning of the doomsday flames!

"Of course, this 'bad future' was just implanted deep in your brain by me, and it is a memory that does not exist at all.

"Right now I have no evidence that a 'bad future' is going to happen, and in fact, more than anyone, I don't want it to happen.

"What I need you to think about is that since I can implant a 'bad future' deep in your brain, you will mistakenly think that it is part of your childhood memories.

"How do you know that that period of 'good future' must be the 'divine enlightenment' you obtained as a child, rather than a false memory that was implanted recently?"