Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

As soon as these words came out, the ancient dream saint suddenly woke up.

The confusion and fear on his face were all replaced by anger and determination.

The temperament of the whole person has matured in his twenties and thirties in an instant.

With a scream, she once again condensed the white bone armor covered with spikes, and smashed all the nightmare tentacles that entangled her.

"We must find a way to escape this nightmare!"

Meng Chao had rich experience in escaping from "Taoyuan Town".

Knowing that this kind of illusion that interferes with brain waves, stimulates brain cells, and directly generates in the depths of the brain must have boundaries.

In particular, he judged that the conspiracy of "Jackal" Kanus hadn't been deployed yet.

I just sensed the communication between myself and the ancient dream saint, and realized that the ancient dream saint is very likely to awaken and break free from his control.

That's why he made a hasty shot and detonated it in advance.

Then, there must be flaws in his layout.

This nightmare is by no means invulnerable.

Maybe, the scope of the nightmare is far from as large as it seems, and it is not enough to imprison him and the ancient dream saint, two unyielding subconscious minds.

As long as they swim towards the edge of the surging sea of ​​blood, they will find that the so-called sea of ​​blood is just a small mouthful of mud!

Thinking of this, deep in Meng Chao's subconscious mind, a destructive light like a peerless magic weapon bloomed.

This light infected the ancient dream saint, making her courage doubled.

However, just as the two had the idea of ​​escaping from the nightmare, the horned mouse god had already taken a step ahead of them, and an unexpected change had taken place.

He began to swell and rot at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's like compressing the whole process of a corpse soaked in water, from just dying to gradually forming a "giant view", and then being pitted and pitted by fish, shrimps and maggots, into just a few minutes, but even half of the details are gone. Without pulling it down, it was clearly presented in front of the two of them.

No, not just "presentation".

Instead, all the details were transformed into a surging flow of information, which was crazily poured into the subconscious of the two of them.

In the constantly flickering fire of consciousness between the two, soon, the horned mouse god who stood upright like a god and demon turned into a zombie-like monster.

Swollen to crystal clear, filled with pus, the skin bulged like a tumor, bursting one after another with the sound of "Bo Bo Bo Bo Bo".

The slime exuded a disgusting stench, and turned into a cloud of poisonous mist, shrouding the horned rat god.

Under the poisonous mist, the rotting flesh and blood of the Great Horned Rat God revealed a deformed, white skeleton.

Between the flesh and bones, there were countless Meng Chao who didn't want to think about whether it was poisonous snakes, earthworms or maggots, they were densely packed and wriggling desperately.

It was Meng Chao who once killed seven in and seven out of the zombie frenzy in Dragon City.

Seeing such a gigantic "zombie mouse god" that almost covered half of the sky.

There is still a sense of creepiness and inability to look directly.

Even if it is firmly welded to the central nervous system, no matter how terrifying the scene is in the past, it will remain motionless.

They all plummeted in an instant, making him step into the critical point of madness.

Looking at the Ancient Dream Saintess next to her, she has four eyes and four pupils, staring straight at the deformed and rotten zombie rat god, her face is as pale as paper, and the corners of her mouth are constantly trembling.

A look of disbelief, heartbroken, and mental breakdown.

"No, the belief of the ancient dream saint is about to collapse completely!"

Meng Chao's mind turned, and he instantly understood the intention of "Jackal" Kanus.

You know, before this, the Great Horned Rat God has always been the only hope, salvation and faith for the Saintess of Ancient Dream, all the warriors of the Great Horned Legion, and even the tens of thousands of rat people living in Turanze.

It can be said that most of the Rat Warriors, including the ancient dream saint, were able to grit their teeth and deal with clan warriors ten times stronger than them to this day, climbing out of the corpse mountain and blood sea again and again. Pounce on the sharpest minions of jackals, tigers and leopards, relying on the words "the horned mouse god is watching us on the top of the holy mountain".

Although Meng Chao didn't believe that there really was a "big-horned rat god" in the world.

But I have to admit that the belief in the Great Horned Rat God has indeed become the strongest support and the strongest motivation for many rat people to survive and fight.

Here comes the problem.

If they destroy their belief in an instant, let them realize that the horned mouse god does not exist.

It even made them clearly see the ugliest, most unbearable, and weakest side of the Great Horned Rat God in terrifying nightmares.

What will these rat warriors look like?

Seeing the mournful look of the ancient dream saint, Meng Chao already knew the answer.

You know, although in the previous communication, Meng Chao repeatedly told the ancient dream saint that the so-called "big horned mouse god" does not exist, but is only part of the conspiracy.

But in the face of the belief that is directly implanted in the deep memory, the power of language is so pale and powerless after all.

The Ancient Dream Saintess is only half-doubtful.

Her brain has enough time to build a buffer and slowly accept this fact.

However, there is a huge difference between "faith does not exist" and "the god I believe in is a highly rotten zombie crawling with maggots"!

The "super giant zombie" version of the horned mouse god in front of him is too direct, too violent, and too exciting!

Before that, there were two main images of the horned rat god worshiped by the rat people.

One is the image of the ancient rat clan warriors with stretched muscles, strong blood, and bristling with anger.

At most, he would add three heads and six arms, wielding knives, guns, swords, axes, hooks and forks, adding to his majesty and majesty.

The second is the skeleton mouse god worshiped by the elites of the White Bone Camp.

Although it is a skeleton, because the flesh and blood of the whole body has been completely stripped away, only a large amount of red jade-like bloodstains are soaked between the bones, but the body releases the texture of metal and spar, and there is no smell of demons and evil spirits, but full of blood. Go forward indomitably, fight to the end, even if you fall into the abyss of death and suffer from the erosion of thousands of years, you have to climb out of the abyss, gallop on the battlefield again, and sweep away the taste of the world.

Therefore, these two images can be accepted by all rat people, and they believe that these are their ancestors, their gods.

The highly rotten "zombie rat god" in front of his eyes showed a giant view, and his body was covered with maggots.

Neither has the majesty of the first image.

There is no second image of death rather than submission.

It's like combining leeches, maggots, scorpions, toads... all kinds of ugly images that can evoke negative emotions deep in the genes of carbon-based intelligent life.

Even the demons in the Abyss of Eternal Night would not be able to worship such an ugly image, believing that this is their demon god.

No wonder the ancient dream saint wanted to cry but had no tears, she looked like she wanted to vomit but couldn't.

Even the resolute and resolute Gumeng Saintess was so unbearable in the face of the "zombie mouse god".

If the ordinary rat warriors are running out of ammunition and food, besieged by the enemy, and see no hope.

Suddenly, I had another nightmare of "gods turning into zombies".

Originally, there was not much combat power left, and a few points could be retained.

Faintly, Meng Chao felt that he had touched his previous life. "Jackal" Kanus defeated the Big Horn Legion without bloodshed, quelled the Big Horn Rebellion, and recruited a large number of surrendered troops. His strength suddenly expanded, and he was able to aspire to the highest power in Turanze The Secret of the Throne!

In the nightmare, every change in the depths of the soul will be reflected from the subconscious.

The Zombie Rat God suddenly gave Meng Chao a deep look.

Countless venomous snakes sprang out of the black eye sockets, like green phosphorescent fires.

He locked Meng Chao firmly.

It seemed that Meng Chao was regarded as a more terrifying threat than the ancient dream saint.

Immediately afterwards, a sea of ​​blood surged, setting off a stormy sea.

The hands of the Zombie Rat God, who had always been hidden under the sea of ​​blood, stirred up the huge waves, and grabbed Meng Chao and the ancient dream saint.

Although the two struggled hard.

Still separated by waves of blood, drifting with the waves in different eddies.

It can also be vaguely seen that under the vortex and in the deep sea, two gigantic demon palms are approaching the two of them respectively.

"Saint of ancient dreams, don't believe what you see, no one knows better than you, this is just an illusory nightmare!"

Meng Chao knew that with his own strength, he could not compete with the mental strength of "Jackal" Kanus at the moment.

If he wanted to break free from the nightmare of the sea of ​​blood, he had to awaken the fighting spirit of the original master of this brain, the saint of ancient dreams!

"Don't you understand? There is no big-horned mouse god at all! Whether it's the golden and majestic big-horned mouse god who can save all the rat people from heaven, or the deformed and ugly carrion in front of you, none of them exist. It's just an illusion!"

Meng Chao put his heart to one side and put all his eggs in one basket, "However, the oppression and torture that the Rat People have endured for thousands of years is a real thing that exists!

"The anger and unbearable roars of the Rat People are real!

"The glorious victories achieved by the Great Horn Legion are real!

"The horrified and terrified screams of the high-ranking samurai gentlemen of the past are real!

"Countless Rat Warriors who went on and on, risking their lives and forgetting to die, just to let future generations live in a better tomorrow, the trust and admiration for you are real!

"You didn't rely on the blessing of the Great Horned Rat God at all, but completely relied on your own efforts to break free from the shackles that had been bound for thousands of years, defeat the mighty enemy, and step on the blazing flames and poisonous thorns, in the dead. Slash a bloody path in the sea of ​​blood!

"Since the horned rat god does not exist, you can all come here with your heads held high and kill through the hinterland of Turanze's strongest golden clan, why can't you rely on your own strength to continue to be upright and vigorous? , Go on without hesitation, until you win the final victory with your own hands and sword?"