As soon as these words came out, the Ancient Dream Saint suddenly woke up.

The confusion and panic on his face were all replaced by anger and perseverance.

The whole person's temperament instantly matured by twenty or thirty years old.

She screamed, and the white bone armor covered with spikes formed around her body again, crushing all the nightmare tentacles entangled in her.

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

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

We know that this type of illusion that interferes with brain waves, stimulates brain cells, and is directly generated deep in the brain must have boundaries.

In particular, he judged that Canus the Jackal's conspiracy had not yet been fully deployed.

He just sensed the communication between himself and the Ancient Dream Saint, and realized that the Ancient Dream Saint would most likely awaken and break away from his control.

That's why we took action hastily and detonated it in advance.

Then, there must be flaws in his layout.

This nightmare is by no means flawless.

Maybe, the scope of the nightmare is not as big as it seems, and it is simply not enough to contain the two strong and unyielding subconscious minds of him and the Saint of Ancient Dreams.

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 puddle!

Thinking like this, the depths of Meng Chao's subconscious blossomed with the devastating light of a peerless divine weapon.

This light infected the Saint of Ancient Dreams, doubling her courage.

However, just as the two of them thought about escaping from the nightmare, the Great Horned Rat God was already one step ahead of them, causing unexpected changes.

It began to swell and decay 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 developing a "giant appearance" to being eaten into pits by fish, shrimps and maggots into just a few minutes, but not even half of the details are revealed.

Without pulling it down, it was clearly displayed in front of the two of them.

No, it's more than just "presenting".

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

In the fire of consciousness that the two people were constantly swaying, the horned rat god who stood tall like a god and demon soon turned into a zombie-like monster.

The skin was swollen to the point of being crystal clear, filled with pus, and the skin bulged like tumors, exploding one after another with the sound of "pop, wave, wave".

The mucus exudes a disgusting stench and turns into a cloud of poisonous mist, shrouding the surroundings of the Great Horned Rat God.

Under the poisonous mist, the rotting flesh of the Great Horned Rat God revealed its deformed, protruding, pale bones.

Between the flesh and bones, there were countless existences that Meng Chao didn't even want to wonder whether they were venomous snakes, earthworms or maggots, densely packed and squirming desperately.

Meng Chao once killed seven in and seven out during the zombie craze in Dragon City.

I saw such a huge "zombie rat god" that almost covered half of the sky.

Still feeling creepy and unable to look straight.

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.

Everything plummeted in an instant, pushing him to the point of becoming obsessed.

Looking at the Ancient Dream Saint next to her, she had four eyes, staring straight at the deformed and rotting zombie rat god. Her face was as pale as paper, and the corners of her mouth were constantly trembling.

He looked like he couldn't believe it, was heartbroken, and had a mental breakdown.

"No, the faith of the Ancient Dream Saint is about to completely collapse!"

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

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

It can be said that the reason why the vast majority of rat warriors, including the Saint of Ancient Dreams, can grit their teeth and fight with clan warriors who are ten times more powerful than them until today, crawling out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood again and again, comes out again.

Pounce towards the sharpest claws of the jackals, tigers and leopards, all relying on the words "The Great Horned Rat God is watching us from the top of the holy mountain".

Although Meng Chao does not believe that there is really any "horned rat god" in the world.

But we 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.

Destroy their faith in an instant and make them realize that the Great Horned Rat God does not exist.

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

What will become of these rat warriors?

Meng Chao already knew the answer when he saw the ancient dream saint's expression of grief and despair.

You must know that although in previous communications, Meng Chao repeatedly told Saint Gu Meng that the so-called "Great Horned Rat God" did not exist and was only part of the conspiracy.

But in the face of the faith directly implanted deep in the memory, the power of language seems so pale and powerless after all.

The Saint of Ancient Dreams was only doubtful.

Her brain had 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 actually a highly decomposed zombie covered with maggots"!

The "super giant zombie" version of the Horned Rat God in front of us is too direct, too violent, and too exciting!

Before that, the horned rat god worshiped by the rat people mainly had two images.

One of them is the image of an ancient warrior of the rat tribe with bulging muscles, strong blood, and an angry head.

At most, he could have three heads and six arms, wielding swords, spears, halberds, axes, axes and hooks to add to his majesty.

The second is the Skeleton Rat God worshiped by the elites of the Bone Camp.

Although it is a skeleton, because the flesh and blood all over the body has been completely peeled off, there are only a lot of red jade-like blood stains between the bones, but the body emits a texture made of metal and crystal stones. There is no smell of evil spirits at all, but it is full of blood.

Go forward indomitably and fight to the end. Even if you fall into the abyss of death and suffer the erosion of thousands of years, you will climb out of the abyss and gallop on the battlefield again to sweep away the smell of heaven and earth.

Therefore, these two images can be accepted by all rat people, believing that these are their ancestral spirits and their gods.

In front of his eyes was a highly decomposed, giant-looking "zombie rat god" with maggots crawling all over his body.

It doesn't have the majesty of the first image.

There is no second image of one who would rather die than surrender.

It's like merging 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 Saint of Ancient Dreams was about to cry without tears, looking like she wanted to vomit but couldn't.

Even the resolute and determined Saint of Ancient Dreams was so unbearable when faced with the "zombie rat god".

Suppose an ordinary rat warrior is in a desperate situation, running out of ammunition and food, being heavily besieged by the enemy, and unable to see the slightest hope.

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

How much of the already depleted combat power can still be retained.

Faintly, Meng Chao felt that he had been in touch with his past life. "Jackal" Canus defeated the Great Horn Legion without a single blow, quelled the Great Horn Rebellion, and also recruited a large number of surrendered troops. His strength suddenly expanded, and he was able to aspire to the supreme power of Turanze.

The secret of the throne!

In nightmares, every change deep in the soul will be reflected subconsciously.

The zombie rat god suddenly looked deeply at Meng Chao.

Countless venomous snake-like, green phosphorus fires shot out of the black eye sockets.

He locked Meng Chao firmly.

It seems that Meng Chao is regarded as a more terrifying threat than the Ancient Dream Saint.

Immediately afterwards, a surging sea of ​​blood set off a stormy sea.

The zombie rat god's hands, always hidden under the sea of ​​​​blood, stirred up huge waves to catch Meng Chao and the Saint of Ancient Dreams.

Although the two struggled hard.

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

You can still vaguely see, under the whirlpool, in the deep sea, two huge magic palms approaching the two of them respectively.

"Saint of Ancient Dreams, don't believe everything 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 spiritual power of "Jackal" Canus at the moment.

If he wants to break free from the nightmare of the blood sea, he must awaken the fighting spirit of the original owner of this brain, the Saint of Ancient Dreams!

"Don't you understand? There is no big horned rat god at all! Whether it is the golden and majestic big horned rat god who seems to have descended from heaven and can save all the rat people; or the deformed and ugly carrion in front of us, they all do not exist. It's just

It’s just an illusion!”

Meng Chao hesitated and made a desperate move, "However, the oppression and torture that the rat people have endured for thousands of years is real and exists!

“The rat people’s rage and intolerable roars are real!

"The glorious victories achieved by the Big Horn Army are real!

"The high-ranking samurai masters of the past screamed in horror at you who gathered into a raging rat tide, but it was real!

"The trust and admiration for you among the countless rat warriors who have gone on and on, risking their lives just so that future generations can live in a better tomorrow, is real!

"You did not rely on the blessings of the Great Horned Rat God at all, but relied entirely on your own efforts to break free from the shackles that had been bound for thousands of years, defeated the invincible enemy, and walked on the blazing flames and venom-stained thorns to stand on the corpse.

Fight your way through the mountains and seas of blood!

"Since the Great Horned Rat God does not exist, you can all walk here with your heads high and kill through the hinterland of the strongest Golden Clan in Tulanze, why can't you rely on your own strength and continue to be upright and vigorous?
Chapter completed!