The little girl couldn't help but open her mouth to catch the heat gushing out of her eyes.

Open your arms and welcome the things that squirm out from the colorful and vibrant corpse mountain.

"Click, click, click, click."

The mountain of corpses kept squirming, and there was a sound coming from it that was horrifying in reality, but pleasant in dreams, at least a hundred times better than the crow's cry.

The layers of decaying corpses all peeled off like slowly blooming flower buds.

The inside is exposed, crystal clear, radiant, majestic and warm...

The horned rat god.

That's right, what appeared before the little girl's eyes was a skeleton statue of the horned rat god sitting cross-legged, condensed from the bones of countless relatives, friends and neighbors.

It looks like the skull carved from seven-color crystal is covered with a large amount of fungi.

The fungus carpet continued to squirm, spurting out spores, like layers of colorful gauze.

It dilutes the sharpness brought by the sharp bone spurs and horns on the skull.

This huge statue seemed to the little girl to have an indescribable kindness.

Even in the empty eye sockets, the two groups of dim light kept beating.

It reminded the little girl of the ever-lasting fire in her own stove.

So, when the skull statue of the Great Horned Rat God stretched out its bony arms toward the little girl's head.

Instead of dodging, the little girl took the initiative to meet him.

After all, there are also the bones of father and mother in the pale palm of this skeleton.

It allows her to feel the warmth of her parents for the last time.

"Do not be afraid, my child, the suffering will soon be over."

While the skull statue of the Great Horned Rat God gently touched the little girl's head, he told the little girl with a mixture of mother's love and father's rich voice, "All the blood that the rat people have shed for thousands of years has condensed into

has opened a road to victory. Now, all it takes is a pioneer to convey the will of the Rat God to all the rat people, and lead them to walk unswervingly on this road, and pass the final test.

Open the door to victory and arrive at a better tomorrow.

"Behind the Gate of Victory, there is no oppression, no suffering, no disease, and no hunger. All mandala trees can bloom with the most gorgeous flowers and bear abundant fruits.

"The rat people can wander in the ocean of flowers and fruits to their heart's content, and be carefree and happy forever.

"At that time, all the dead can be resurrected, all regrets can be made up for, all hatred can be avenged, and there will no longer be any power that can make the rat people lower their noble heads!"

The little girl listened blankly.

She was too young to understand what the skull statue emerging from the mountain of corpses meant.

I just heard in confusion that my parents still have a chance to return to me.

As long as that "beautiful tomorrow" comes.

"However, victory will not come easily. If the rat people are unable, unwilling, and dare not fight for themselves, tomorrow will always be just tomorrow."

The skull statue continued, "The rat people are about to face the final test, and someone must lead all the rat people to keep walking on this road full of thorns and flames.

"No matter how burned you are, no matter how many holes you get, no matter how much blood you have to shed, no matter how much sacrifice you make, you have to grit your teeth and go on.

"That person is you, my child.

"You are the one chosen by me.

"You are the one who is destined to lead all the rat people through suffering, to victory, and to create tomorrow.

"You are the commander-in-chief of the Great Horned Legion, the spokesperson of the Great Horned Rat God in Turanze!"

The little girl's face was full of confusion.

I can't understand more and more what the thunderous roaring sound of the skull statue means.

The skull statue smiles.

The blood-red light in his eyes seemed to be filled with accelerant-like flames, dancing wildly and strangely.

"Of course you don't understand the mission you have now."

The skull statue smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, you don't need to understand, just remember, remember everything you saw, and then, in the future sufferings and twists and turns, every time you encounter an obstacle that you feel you can no longer overcome, think of it."

, think of your mission, think of my expectations for you, think of the tomorrow you should lead all the rat people to create!"

As he said that, the skull statue gave birth to huge white palms and gently lifted the little girl up.

Its hands were brought together, just like a flower blooming from the white bones, wrapping the little girl very tenderly.

The arms stretched higher and higher, gradually sending the little girl up into the clouds.

The black and white plague world below is gradually forgotten.

The dark cloud that had been suppressing the rat people for thousands of years was torn to pieces by the sharp white bones.

Above the dark clouds, the sun shines brightly, like a magnificent sea of ​​light, constantly stirring up golden waves.

The little girl was stunned and looked at the incredible thing in front of her.

Every golden wave presented a magnificent and thrilling scene in front of her.

In one of the images, she saw herself long afterward, curled up like a garbage bug in a collapsed underground sewage pipe.

He and his companions were about to be crushed into pieces by tens of millions of tons of rocks and garbage.

But the light of the Great Horned Rat God enveloped her and all her companions, miraculously preventing the rocks and garbage from collapsing, and giving them a glimmer of hope.

In another scene, the little girl saw herself being chased by hungry wargs in a snowstorm, and was about to become a delicacy in the wolf's belly. The Great Horned Rat God descended from the sky and helped her drive away the wargs.

Save a life.

In the third picture, she has grown into a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, and she and several companions are escaping from the pursuit of clan warriors, but inadvertently, she stumbles into the depths of a valley, with winding paths leading to a secluded place.

In the maze-like underground cave, you discover the underground ecosystem deep in the cave and see a radiant new world.

Using the underground world as their base, they constantly accept rat people who share the same problem with themselves and are driven to desperation by their masters.

Their team continued to grow, and more and more rat people knelt down in front of the skull statue of the Great Horned Rat God, worshiping with great piety.

Finally, they raised the banner of the "Big Horn Legion", and the rat people no longer sighed helplessly and groaned in pain, but instead roared with power.

In the fourth picture, there is even a picture of Black Point City being blown up by a series of methane explosions!

That’s right, it’s Black Point City!

The Bloodhoof Clan battle flag with four bloody hoofprints painted on the tower was burning in the flames.

The furious bull-headed warrior, the gnashing wild boar warrior, the furious elephant warrior... all appeared on the screen.

Even the streets that had been gutted by bombings, the crumbling ruins, and several iconic buildings in the Black Corner City were still burning.

They are all exactly the same as in Meng Chao's memory. What happened in reality is simply reproduced deep in the memory of the Saint of Ancient Dreams!

The fifth picture and the sixth picture... are all scenes of the Big Horn Legion advancing furiously, winning successive victories, sweeping across the southern territory of the Golden Clan.

A series of hearty victories that occurred in reality all appeared in this strange dream, as if some kind of "prophecy" was projected into the deepest heart of the ancient dream saint.

Until the ninth picture.

It finally happened and it hasn’t happened in reality yet.

According to Meng Chao's past life memory fragments, this is something that will never happen.

The Horned Legion conquered the City of Hundred Blades.

Meng Chao saw in the picture that the frenzy of the rat people, roaring like a mountain and tsunami, finally completely destroyed the southwest wall of Bairen City after ten days and ten nights of crazy attack.

It also destroyed the fighting will of the defenders in the city.

The rat people rushed into the Hundred Blades City like a flood that broke a dike, and occupied the entire city before the defenders had time to burn all the arsenals and granaries.

They found a large number of extremely sharp weapons smeared with animal grease from the arsenal, as well as armor that was light but strong enough to arm three or five more battle groups.

As well as piles of mandala fruits and totem beast flesh and blood.

There is also a secret vault, full of secret medicines with intact seals. The quantity is so large that all the warriors who rushed into the Hundred Blades City can jump in and take a quick bath.

The rich loot completely made up for the losses in the attack on Hundred Blades City.

Not only did it solve the Big Horn Legion's most troublesome logistical supply problem, it also exponentially improved the morale and combat effectiveness of all the rat people.

The Horned Legion has finally reached the end of its journey.

Prepare to sprint towards the door of victory.

Standing between the suffering of the past and the bright future, only the final obstacle remains.
Chapter completed!