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Chapter 186: [185] The Dream of the Divine Being, I Will Stop at Nothing

Cheng Han already understood that the Divine Being, wielding the power of awakening, was spreading strange and mysterious dreams everywhere, with the purpose of awakening the dormant bloodline of the Satyr people.

It was because of this that he would experience the dream of the final battle.

It is worth noting that the deduction results indicate that this is not an ordinary dream.

It seems to involve the succession of laws.

If one were to die in the dream, it is highly likely that they would permanently lose a bit of their soul power.

And the dreams of countless people, the soul power of countless people, when gathered together, will become a tremendous force that will ultimately assist in the awakening of the divine being.

In other words, this is a scheme quietly laid out by the divine being.

That being said.

This kind of grand scheme that encompasses an entire world, this unimaginably astonishing method, is completely in line with the identity of a divine being.

At this moment.

Facing the capture, Cheng Han did not display his own power.

Although he could use the power of the remnants of the Secret Realm to control the shameless elder and in turn offer him as a sacrifice to please the divine being.

But in the dream woven by the divine being, this would be an extraordinary move, easily attracting the attention of the divine being and posing an unpredictable danger.

Therefore.

Cheng Han decided to run!

He suddenly swung his spear, the spearhead accurately grazing the throats of two warriors.

The two warriors covered their throats, blood gushing out in large amounts, their eyes filled with despair and fear.

Cheng Han shouted:

"That damn shameless elder, using the name of the divine being, has no idea how many people he has killed. The one who deserves to be sacrificed the most is this old dog."

After saying that.

Cheng Han ran away.

The elder became furious: "Kill Sarat for me!"

Behind Cheng Han.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Three warriors threw their spears at Cheng Han from different directions.

In that instant.

Cheng Han displayed an incredibly exquisite martial technique.

He suddenly somersaulted in mid-air, and the spear, taking advantage of the momentum, swiftly struck three times.

"Ding! Ding!"

The spearhead precisely hit the three spears, and then he used them to strike back.

Two of the spears, at an extremely fast speed, pierced two warriors.

"Ah~"

"It hurts!"

The third spear was aimed at the elder.

Unfortunately, the elder's two guards were highly skilled in martial arts and managed to block the spear.

Even so.

The old dog's legs were still trembling in fear.

And this display of skill made others hesitate to chase after Cheng Han.

Cheng Han escaped a hundred meters away, but still turned back to provoke with a remark: "This old dog can't do anything now. Otherwise, all the women will end up in his hands. Since the war is coming, everyone should take advantage of the chaos and dismember this old dog!"

The faces of many tribe members showed subtle expressions.

The elder was infuriated, his face twitching, but helpless.

The power of the dream of the divine being is incredibly miraculous.

This is an almost real world.

Cheng Han discovered that he could do whatever he wanted in the dream.

Whether it was robbery, murder, or engaging in certain unspeakable acts.

In addition.

Through deduction, he confirmed that the flow of time in the dream was much slower than in the real world.

About a day passed in the dream, but only a minute had passed in reality.

This kind of manipulation of the laws of time in dreams is truly worthy of the high level of the gods.

Day one.

Cheng Han constantly harassed the "Niu Special" tribe, committing acts of murder and arson.

Every time he killed someone, he would shout a slogan: "The elder killed my parents, as long as the elder dies, I will leave far away."

The tribe was unable to bear his disturbance and sent out the Feathered Beast Cavalry several times to pursue and kill him, but instead fell into several ambushes and suffered heavy losses.

Day two.

Due to the heavy casualties of the tribe's warriors, the elder, in fear, secretly fled the tribe in the early morning with his trusted followers.

Cheng Han took advantage of the situation to pursue and killed the followers, and shot and killed the elder.

By the way.

In this battle, the elder displayed divine magic, but still couldn't escape death and was shot through the chest.

Cheng Han then conducted an analysis and gained some insights.

Day three.

Cheng Han began to wander around, searching for the ancient continent of Sheng You.

He helped civilians, hunted extraordinary creatures, encountered beautiful noble ladies bathing in hot springs, and was even chased by the Hundred Li Guard of the aristocracy.

Day six.

War suddenly broke out.

Cheng Han saw with his own eyes countless flying ships crossing the sky.

The invasion of the Wan Hao people has begun!

Soon.

Black dots descended from the sky one by one.

"Boom! Boom!"

Giant mushroom-shaped flames stood tall on the ground.

Each strike was more powerful than a full-force strike from a profound practitioner.

The fluctuations they emitted were particularly stable, indicating that they were profound weapons, the standardized weapons mass-produced by the profound practitioners.

The scenes of the war tens of thousands of years ago were terrifying.

Cheng Han witnessed a small town turning into ashes, countless people being swallowed by the sea of fire, and the civilians crying and fleeing their destroyed homes, causing him to sigh.

Just yesterday, he had quietly entered the town, talked to some townspeople, and personally experienced the ancient way of life.

However.

This is the war between races!

No mercy!

No morality!

Only death!

Day seven.

Cheng Han encountered a family of refugees and allowed them to stay in the cave he had opened up.

He saw that the little boy in this family was waving a wooden sword towards the sky, his face full of hatred as he shouted, "Kill all the outsiders!"

Cheng Han naturally understood that the awakening ancient god was trying to instill a sense of hatred into the descendants of the Satyr bloodline through dreams.

With the methods of the ancient god, the effectiveness of this approach was beyond doubt.

When certain people wake up from the dream, their words and actions may not show any abnormalities, but the seeds of hatred have probably been planted in their hearts, and at some point in the future, they will take root and sprout completely.

Cheng Han shook his head, "This world is probably going to be chaotic! Just a little manipulation can disrupt the whole world. The gods are too powerful."

That night.

He quietly left the cave.

Day nine.

Cheng Han witnessed an aerial battle.

One side participating in the battle was a fleet of flying ships from the Wan Hao people.

The other side was a floating behemoth tamed by the Satyr tribe - the Terratitan.

Cheng Han blinked, "So the Terratitan is a creature that has existed since ancient times."

Some time ago, he encountered the power brought down by the ancient god, and with the help of the Eternal Hunger Boss, he drove away the opponent. As a gift, the boss gave him a piece of the Terratitan's horn.

The flying ships were faster, forming groups of three, bombarding the behemoth wildly, and the sky was filled with thunderous roars.

A group of powerful Satyr warriors, equivalent in strength to Xuan Shi, who ride on the Terratitan, are unable to keep up with the speed of the flying ship, and they lament this fact.

In the end,

Terratitan was shot down.

The flying ship killed several more divine warriors and hastily departed.

One surviving divine warrior knelt beside the corpse of the giant beast, crying loudly.

Cheng Han sighed, "Whether it's warfare skills or weapon proficiency, the Satyr tribe is far behind."

On the twelfth day,

Ground warfare began.

This also meant that the war became even more brutal.

Small groups of Xuan Shi launched sudden attacks on every Satyr gathering point, and any organized Satyr armed forces were mercilessly struck by Xuan magic.

Cheng Han passed by another small city and saw the tragic scene of "corpses everywhere, death everywhere."

To be honest,

Anyone who sympathizes with the Satyr tribe, witnessing such atrocities or experiencing them firsthand, would find it difficult not to feel anger towards the outsiders.

Imagine, the descendants of the Satyr tribe in reality, occasionally recalling this scene, how could they not develop hatred towards society?

Cheng Han sighed, "The gods themselves have sown the seeds of hatred, and now the nutrients for the sprouting seeds are ready. The future will be more troublesome."

He increasingly realized that the methods of the gods were too powerful!

In the following days,

Cheng Han witnessed too many human tragedies.

On the eighteenth day,

The dream ended.

Contrary to expectations, the moment of demise did not appear in the dream.

This is not difficult to understand.

The scene of the earth shattering and the sky collapsing is too terrifying. It might turn the Satyr bloodline descendants' hatred into deep fear. The gods' purpose is to provoke hatred, so they naturally won't expose their weaknesses.

*

Inside the handle of the Spirit Leaf.

The moment Cheng Han opened his eyes, he saw a sea of bewildered faces.

Everyone woke up.

The bizarre experience of the dream of the Divine Dream undoubtedly left a strong impact on the warriors' minds.

People began to discuss in low voices.

"It's really tragic!"

"Did you also dream? The attack of the Wan Hao tribe on the Satyr tribe was indeed too much."

Cheng Han frowned and decisively changed the topic, "Everyone, the dream is a means of deception by the Divine Dream. To avoid accidents, discussing this matter is prohibited during the mission."

The discipline of the warriors was excellent, and they responded one after another.

"Yes!"

"Understood!"

Cheng Han immediately called out more than ten names, "Tie Feng, Gao Jiuqing, Qin Tingshu... come here for a small meeting!"

The people called out by name were either deputy captains or senior squad leaders.

Inside a nearby cave,

Cheng Han began to unify their thinking, "I don't care about the ancient calendar tens of thousands of years ago. I only know that this is the era of Wan Hao Shen Rong, and we are the true descendants of Wan Hao."

Tie Feng was the first to agree, "Yes! We are descendants of Wan Hao. The Satyr's plight has nothing to do with us."

Cheng Han's expression turned serious, "As I expected, one of the Divine Dreams is about to awaken. This world will undergo great changes, and our mission may encounter unexpected twists and turns."

The group of people were all shocked.

Tie Feng couldn't believe it, "Weren't the three major Divine Dreams suppressed by Shen Rong? How could they awaken?"

Cheng Han didn't answer and continued, "Some warriors may exhibit abnormal behavior. I hope you all keep a close eye on others, understand?"

He had dealt with the Divine Dreams many times and had some speculations, but this was classified information and couldn't be revealed.

Qin Tingshu asked with some disbelief, "Really? Just because of a dream?"

Cheng Han shook his head, "This is the method of the gods, even more terrifying than you can imagine! It's like spiritual pollution. Every Satyr bloodline descendant is a potential target for contamination."

This is the result deduced from deduction, and there can be no mistake.

Tiefeng followed up with a question, "What if there is a rebellion? What should we do?"

Cheng Han firmly uttered a word, "Kill!"

He immediately proposed a measure, "For the next clearance task, all previous formations will be cancelled, and I will reorganize them, no longer dividing them into battle groups."

No one objected.

Although this was against the rules, his previous performance was too outstanding, and he was the nominal leader, enough to silence everyone.

Five minutes later.

Cheng Han publicly announced the new formation.

Some astute individuals immediately noticed that the list of the new formation carried a strong sense of "mutual surveillance".

Because the battle groups that usually competed fiercely were coincidentally assigned to the same team.

Cheng Han acted quite forcefully, not giving anyone a chance to voice their opinions, and directly waved his hand, saying, "Speed up the progress, complete the mission as soon as possible, and return to Heishan Camp early."

He had a premonition that the longer they delayed outside, the greater the probability of accidents.

One hour later.

An accident occurred.

"Wu~"

A sharp whistle suddenly sounded from a corner of the Lingye handle.

"Ah~"

A mournful scream followed.

An anxious voice immediately rang out, "Mu Qiang suddenly attacked Zhou Qing and then fled."

Cheng Han's heart sank.

He deliberately separated the soldiers who had good relationships to avoid such incidents that took advantage of personal connections, but he did not expect to ultimately avoid it.

The methods of the foreign god were truly unpredictable.

Just two minutes later.

The defector Mu Qiang was captured by the vine people.

Since Cheng Han had predicted certain things, how could he not be prepared?

Afterwards.

All the soldiers were summoned.

Everyone's faces were extremely serious.

Mu Qiang was tightly bound, his mouth gagged with a bundle of vines, but his gaze towards others was filled with deep-seated hatred.

This person's transformation was so drastic that it was not difficult to infer that he had experienced something extraordinary in the dream and had been completely brainwashed by the foreign god.

Cheng Han's gaze swept across each face and slowly said, "We are soldiers of the Black Armor Army, and we cannot tolerate any ambiguous positions.

"I demand that each person publicly curse the three foreign gods three times and swear to be enemies with the Sartre people for life, forever loyal to the Wan Hao clan."

There was no other way.

In the event of internal turmoil, internal hidden dangers must be resolved first, otherwise everyone would be in danger, and how could the mission continue?

Cheng Han snorted again, "I have practiced a secret technique of insight into the human heart. I can tell if you are lying just by listening."

Many people immediately changed color slightly.

Cheng Han did not start immediately, but first gave a warning to the others.

He squatted down, staring into Mu Qiang's eyes, and smiled, "I know that the blood of the Sartre clan flows within you. In the end, you chose your ancestors, didn't you?"

Mu Qiang couldn't speak, but his eyes were about to burst into flames.

Cheng Han had a smile on his face, but his tone was extremely cold, "No matter what my ancestors did, this world was the precious legacy they left us.

"As a soldier of the Black Armor Army, I naturally shoulder the responsibility of protecting this world and the Wan Hao people. I will do everything in my power to eliminate all enemies!"

He paused and emphasized, "I will stop at nothing!"

Every word in this sentence carried a strong sense of iron and blood.

The others were all filled with awe.

Cheng Han stood up, expressionless, and said, "Mu Qiang can be used as a combat resource. I plan to use the Qingyan talisman to transform him into a puppet corpse.

"This is a bit against the rules, but as long as it is approved by public opinion, I can do it. I now need the consent of half of the people. Let's start voting."

He was fulfilling his promise - I will stop at nothing!

(End of this chapter)