Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

For Meng Chao, this was not good news.

He originally thought that he only needed to desperately rescue the ancient dream saint from the puppet assassin's blade and send it to a safe place.

The ancient dream saint can naturally use her ability to absorb a large number of core elites of the Great Horn Legion who are unwilling to surrender to "Jackal" Kanus. Until the arrival of Dragon City reinforcements.

Even if she is seriously injured and can't even move a finger, as long as she still has breath, at least she can perfectly play the role of mascot and living signboard, gathering people's hearts and boosting morale, right?

Who would have thought that the ancient dream saint would become like this.

Such a big-headed monster baby can no longer serve as the spiritual pillar of the rat warriors who are on the verge of collapse.

Even if Meng Chao told them the truth, they probably wouldn't admit that such a weird baby with a big head turned out to be the commander of the Big Horn Legion who led them to countless victories.

"The ancient dream saint must be awakened to restore some of her abilities."

Meng Chao thought with a headache.

This is somewhat beyond the limit of his ability.

He could put the ancient dream saint's mind into a semi-sleep state by restricting the blood and oxygen input, so that she would not be burned out by the stormy brain waves.

He can also try to perform bloodletting treatment to reduce the intracranial pressure and brain temperature of the ancient dream saint.

But whether these conventional treatment methods can completely wake up the ancient dream saint and control the fate of herself and even the big horned army is something that no one can guarantee.

Meng Chao could only bite the bullet and let the ice storm create a slightly sunken ice bed in the center of the cave.

After placing the ancient dream saint on it, he sat cross-legged next to the ancient dream saint, took a deep breath, silently poured out the most delicate spiritual silk from the pores, wrapped around the fingertips of the ten fingers, like the last Gently massage the eyebrows and temples of the ancient dream saint like a feather.

At first, Meng Chao didn't want to try too drastic, destructive and irreversible means.

Unexpectedly, the brain of the Saintess of Ancient Dream turned into an electrified electromagnet the moment Meng Chao's fingertips lightly touched it, and inexplicably produced a huge suction force, making Meng Chao's fingers stick tightly. on her head.

Immediately, she suddenly opened her eyes.

What a pair of mysterious and deep eyes!

Because of the deformity of the skull, the eyes of the Saintess of Ancient Dream originally occupied one-third of the entire head.

It's as if a pair of eyeballs belonging to gods and demons were forcibly embedded in the skull of a mortal, causing the skull to explode.

And when she opened her eyes, the eyeballs that should theoretically protrude outwards were sunken deeply, like a wormhole connecting to another world.

Rao was Meng Chao's spiritual line of defense, no matter how indestructible it was.

At the moment when the ancient dream saint opened her eyes, there was a subtle shake.

I couldn't help but raise my eyes and looked into these two "wormholes".

Meng Chao shuddered deeply.

I fell into a dream that was both illusory and real again.

No, not a dream, but reality.

In the real world, he really "saw" the information flow that spewed out from the bottomless eyes of the ancient dream saint, like fireworks and magma.

The flow of information was like a flood breaking a bank, rushing into Meng Chao's brain with lightning speed.

It made his vision dim, as if he had strayed into a movie theater shrouded in fog.

Countless shining windows hang around, slowly rotating around him.

The windows are full of chaotic, mad, terrifying, and bloody images.

In one of the pictures, Meng Chao saw countless rat warriors fighting each other.

They were obviously wearing the same battle armor, and the same battle emblem was drawn on the chest of the battle armor.

Maybe they were still fighting side by side yesterday, using their chests and blood to resist deadly knives and guns for each other.

But at this moment, they were fighting each other like crazy, stabbing the sharp blade stained with wolf blood and fur into each other's heart.

In another picture, Meng Chao saw a half-human, half-metal origin warrior doing a lot of killing.

There are stumps and broken arms all over the ground, and there are shivering rat warriors running around with their heads in their arms.

Even the owner of this picture seems to be one of them, running wildly, making the picture shake disgustingly.

Even so, he still couldn't escape the slaughter of the warrior of origin. The whole picture was first completely swallowed by the warrior's jaw-torn jawbone, then it turned into a blood red, and finally, it turned into a wriggling black.

In the third picture, Meng Chao saw a small group of Ratmen surrendering to the wolf cavalry, surrendering in front of the steaming pot.

At the beginning, the surrendered Rat Warriors still had a bit of shame and grief on their faces.

But as they buried their entire faces deeply in the fragrant mandala paste, they "snorted" like pigs, their belly swelled up, and even bursts of sourness emerged from the depths of their throats, and The sourness turned into a pleasant sigh again.

The expression of shame and grief quickly turned into dullness and numbness, like a seemingly hard block of cheese melting in the boiling mandala paste.

There are dozens, hundreds, and thousands of pictures.

They are all shot from different angles, showing the whole process of the Bighorn Corps from collapse to surrender, from surrender to destruction.

Accompanying these images are sometimes clear, sometimes blurred, sometimes shaking, sometimes still, sometimes vaguely hidden behind thick fog, and sometimes rushing to the eyes like screaming flames.

Meng Chao also heard countless rustling sounds, as delicate as insects rubbing their tentacles and forelimbs.

"There is no hope."

"Totally screwed."

"Can't win, we couldn't win from the beginning."

"The Great Horned Rat God abandoned us, and the Saintess of Ancient Dream is also dead. No one can lead us to go on. This is our grave!"

"Liars, all liars!"

"Mandala is so delicious, I have never eaten such a sweet and delicious mandala!"

"Everyone is dead, only I am still alive, I just want to live, no matter what method I use, no matter who I surrender to, even if I can only live for one more day, no, even if I can only live until the evening, eat another day A steaming mandala is good!"

Hundreds of similar voices, like thousands of threads of smoke, penetrated Meng Chao's brain and penetrated into the depths of his heart.

All the sounds and all the pictures, like countless ripples, converged into a huge vortex, which made Meng Chao deeply immersed in it, feeling at a loss.

And in the deepest and darkest part of the vortex, Meng Chao seemed to see a small figure struggling like a drowning man, and stretched out an arm like a reed stick towards him.

That is... the ancient dream saint.

It's not the ancient dream saint who looks like a big-headed baby in reality.

But when she was three or five years old, her homeland was plagued by a plague, and everyone including her parents died. She stood alone next to the huge tomb, a little girl at a loss.

An extremely strange feeling emerged in Meng Chao's heart.

His five senses seemed to be completely distorted by a mysterious force.

This vortex composed of countless lights, shadows and sounds is obviously huge, enough to swallow the entire world.

There should be a distance of hundreds of thousands of miles between the Ancient Dream Saintess, who is located in the center and deepest part of the vortex, and him.

But he could clearly see every delicate expression on the face of the ancient dream saint.

And through these expressions, I can read the voice of the ancient dream saint.

Read the inner voice of the ancient dream saint's incomparable pain, annoyance, remorse, despair, and resignation.

"help me."

Meng Chao seemed to be standing next to a small swamp, watching the Saintess of Gu Meng being bitten by the ankle by the swamp monster, and dragged into the depths of endless darkness, leaving only half of her pale face and bony arms exposed outside. , trying to stretch towards Meng Chao, exhausting the last of his strength, begging him bitterly, "Please, save me, save the Big Horn Army..."

Meng Chao shuddered deep in his soul.

He suddenly realized what these pictures and sounds meant.

No, these things are not "photographed".

It's what happened right before the eyes of tens of thousands of soldiers of the Big Horn Legion at this very moment.

Although the ancient dream saint was severely injured and fell into a coma.

However, her spiritual perception ability seems to have been greatly strengthened on a certain level.

Meng Chao didn't know that this was the legendary "return to light".

It was the Saintess of Ancient Dream who, under the extreme pressure of "Jackal" Kanus, inspired unprecedented potential.

In short, in such a harsh environment, her brain and the brains of thousands of rat warriors are still connected together in some mysterious way. She can share their vision and perception, and see what happened on the battlefield. everything!