The Earth People are so Fierce

"Listen, listen to me, I am not your enemy, but a friend from afar. I don’t have any malice, but just like you, I want to save everyone, including the rat people, and let the wonderful thing in your dreams. Tomorrow, it can really turn into reality!"

Meng Chao sent out a strong spiritual wave to the subconscious mind of Saint Gu Meng.

The other party responded by opening his mouth wide, and spewing a crimson and pale storm at him-the storm is composed of densely packed skeleton rats with teeth and claws!

Thousands of skeleton rats instantly drowned Meng Chao.

It gnawed his body like a piranha.

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

Even the flesh and blood that had been swallowed up by the skeleton rat would grow back in the blink of an eye.

But the feeling of draining the bone marrow and heart-wrenching really stimulates Meng Chao's central nervous system and cerebral cortex, making him feel that his brain in reality has been chipped away from the heavens and poured into it with boiling water. hot oil.

Without waiting for Meng Chao to swarm all the skeleton rats off his body.

An overwhelming strange hand slapped his head severely.

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

In the nightmare, she turned into an upright **** and demon. With only one hand, she held Meng Chao, who was entangled by the skeleton rat, tightly, and lifted it high into the air.

Meng Chao was squeezed out of her body by her.

I heard the scream of every bone of my own.

Hundreds of gold stars appeared in front of me, and my alveoli were all squeezed out.

Can't help but open his mouth to breathe, the skeleton rats stained with blood, but they crawled in front of him along the arm of the ancient dream saint like a bridge and pillar, trying to get into his mouth.

Meng Chao felt that the fire of his soul was about to extinguish.

Only from the deepest part of the memory database, a clearer picture of the doomsday can be extracted.

Regardless of the three seven twenty one, Chao Gu Meng Sheng Mai smashed the past.

The violent flow of information turned into a thousand burning meteorites.

It seems as if a meteor fire rain, falling from the sky, in the dream of the ancient dream saint, the scene of doomsday destruction is repeated.

This time, it was Saint Lady Gu Meng's turn to scream in disbelief.

Standing upright in the nightmare, the towering body like a statue of a **** and devil was shot to pieces by the rain of meteors.

Sweeping the sky and the earth, a wave of skeleton rats surged with turbulent waves, and under the burning of the raging flames, it turned into an endless turbulent sea of ​​fire.

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

With the help of Doomsday Flames, began to fight for the dominance of this dreamland.

"How can it be?"

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

This means that she began to doubt her subconscious and the beliefs she has adhered to to this day.

With an incredible look in her eyes, she looked at the doomsday flames raging in the depths of her dreams, and muttered, "Who are you, why are you sneaking into my dreams, and what power is this!"

"I said, I am a friend from far away, and strictly speaking, it is not that I sneaked into your dreams, but you sneaked into my dreams!"

Meng Chao took a deep breath and tried to make sure that his brain waves were calm enough so as not to stimulate the subconsciousness of the ancient dream saint again. "As for what you see, the flames that destroy everything, you can treat it as the future. Another possibility' is the same as the'prophecy' lurking deep in your brain!"

"what!"

The four pupils of the ancient dream saint constricted together.

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

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

"I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't spy on the secrets hidden in the deepest part of your brain, but if you really care about the survival of the Big Horn 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 your perception of time indefinitely, at least give me a few seconds to explain!"

Fearing that the ancient dream saint would attack again, Meng Chao said like a gun, "Want to know how I sneaked into the deepest part of your brain and read those memories?

"You know, you are a saint of ancient dreams, a spiritual expert, a great dream maker and manipulator, and the spokesperson of the Great Horned Rat in Turanze. Your spiritual defense should be extremely strong. How can you be infiltrated at will, like no one Where is the realm?"

This question really aroused the interest of the ancient dream saint.

Although the doomsday flames that spewed from Meng Chao's subconscious gradually extinguished.

Part of the skeleton rats escaped the end of the dust.

But Saintess of Ancient Dream did not manipulate these skeleton rats and attacked Meng Chao again.

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

"The answer is very simple, because I am not the first person to sneak into 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 people, no matter how strong the walls on the surface of the treasure house are, how heavy the door is, how strict the guards are, how precise and ingenious is the unlocking method, But as long as I can find the secret passage left by my predecessors, I can naturally whistle, stick in my pocket, and easily get into the treasure house!"

The ancient dream saint screamed again.

The bone armor that hung on his body had grown densely spiky.

Those scorched skeleton rats were agitated again, grinning at Meng Chao, and let out a creepy scream.

This is a symbol of the subconsciousness of the ancient dream saint, who is very resistant to Meng Chao's words, and is not willing to think at all.

Meng Chao is very clear about how difficult it is for a stubborn person to realize the bleak reality.

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

But in order to awaken the Saintess of Ancient Dreams, Meng Chao is still willing to take the risk and make a desperate bet.

After all, he has no choice!

"You know who that person is—the big horned rat god!"

Meng Chao took a deep breath and continued, "The Big Horn Mouse God has appeared in your dreams countless times, giving you all kinds of'prophecies' and'revelations', telling you the location and opening method of the lost temple, and helping you find enough The underground base that houses 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 ancient dream saint was slightly startled.

She has been "enlightened" in her dreams countless times.

This is something that the entire Big Horn Legion, including thousands of rat people, know.

Even she and the priests of the Big Horn Legion deliberately preached things.

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

"But, Saintess of Ancient Dreams, have you ever thought that there is no big horned rat **** at all. It sneaks into the depths of your brain and instills all kinds of information into you. It is not an ancestor spirit or deity at all, but a An unpredictable conspirator, a puppet master who treats you and all the rat people as chess pieces, a demon who is about to destroy the Big Horn Legion and also destroy you!" Meng Chao opened his cards.

The violent bone spurs of the Saintess of Ancient Dream grew longer and longer, turning into clusters of sharp blades for blowing and breaking hair.

The bone helmet buckled on the head also seems to have a strange life, growing continuously, gradually covering the eyes and ears, as if a giant egg made of white bones.

This symbolizes that the ancient dream saint is closing her mind. In her subconscious, she can't accept such blasphemous words by Meng Chao, and she is unwilling to have the slightest doubt about her beliefs.

Meng Chao was unwilling to give up halfway.

He gritted his teeth and dropped a strong medicine: "Sage of Ancient Dreams, I know you can hear my voice, and I believe you have not completely reduced to a confused, at the mercy of a puppet, 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 recall it carefully. In your childhood memory, when your hometown was hit by the plague, everyone died violently. Only you were left alone. When you were in danger, you encountered a big horn. The rat **** came, and then the big horn rat **** gave you a lot of'inspiration', showing you a lot of future prospects, right?

"Can you tell me what kind of future you saw as a child?"

This should be a very simple question.

It's so simple that both Meng Chao and Gu Meng Shengnu know the answer.

But the Saintess of Ancient Dream seems to be trapped by an invisible net.

Entirely shrouded by the helmet, without facial features, on the egg-shell-like face, there is also a deep confusion and uncertainty.

Meng Chao laughed.

"Let me guess, you see two completely different futures at the same time-in the'good future', all the rat people are saved, and together they will build Turanze into an extremely beautiful tomorrow; in the'bad future' , Everyone including the rat people, and even the entire world, was completely destroyed under the flames of the end!

"Of course, this'bad future' is something I just planted in the depths of your brain. It is a memory that doesn't exist at all.

"Now I have no evidence that a'bad future' will happen. In fact, I don't want it to become a reality more than anyone else.

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

"How do you know that the ‘good future’ must be the ‘magic enlightenment’ obtained by you when you were a child, rather than a false memory that was only recently implanted in it?"