For Meng Chao, this is not good news.

He originally thought that he would just risk his life to rescue the Saint of Ancient Dreams from the blade of the puppet assassin and send her to a safe place.

The Saint of Ancient Dreams 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" Canus. On the premise of going into battle lightly, break out southward and return to the original base to continue the resistance.

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, she can at least perfectly play the role of mascot and living sign, gathering people's hearts and boosting morale, right?

Who would have thought that the Saint of Ancient Dreams would become like this.

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

Even if Meng Chao tells them the truth, they probably won't admit that such a weird big-headed monster baby is actually the commander of the Big Horn Legion who led them to countless victories.

"The Saint of Ancient Dreams must be awakened to restore some of her abilities."

Meng Chao thought with a huge headache.

This is somewhat beyond the limit of his abilities.

By restricting the input of blood and oxygen, he can put the ancient dream saint's mind into a semi-sleep state, so that it will not be burned up by the turbulent brain waves.

He can also try to perform bloodletting treatment to reduce the intracranial pressure and brain temperature of the Ancient Dream Saint.

However, no one can guarantee whether these conventional treatment methods can completely awaken the Saint of Ancient Dreams and control her own destiny and that of the Great Horn Legion.

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

After placing the Ancient Dream Saint, he sat cross-legged next to the Ancient Dream Saint, took a deep breath, and silently poured out the most delicate spiritual threads from his pores, wrapping around the fingertips of his ten fingers, like the most delicate threads.

Gently and feather-like, massage the ancient dream saint's eyebrows and temples carefully.

At the beginning, Meng Chao did not want to try too drastic, destructive and irreversible means.

Who would have known that the brain of the Ancient Dream Saint seemed to turn into an electrified electromagnet the moment Meng Chao's fingertips touched it. It inexplicably produced a huge suction force, making Meng Chao's fingers stick tightly to each other.

on her head.

Immediately, she opened her eyes suddenly.

What a pair of mysterious and profound eyes they are!

Due to the skull deformity, the eyes of the Ancient Dream Saint originally occupied one-third of the entire head space.

It's like a pair of eyeballs belonging to gods and demons are forcibly embedded in the skull of a mortal, causing the skull to open and 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 is Meng Chao's spiritual defense line, no matter how impregnable it is.

The moment the Ancient Dream Saint opened her eyes, there was a subtle wavering.

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

Meng Chao shuddered deeply.

Once again, I fell into a dream that was both fantasy and reality.

No, not a dream, but reality.

In the real world, he truly "saw" the information flow that spewed out from the bottomless eyes of the Saint of Ancient Dreams, which looked like fireworks and magma.

The flow of information was like a flood bursting from a dam, rushing into Meng Chao's brain at lightning speed.

His vision was dim, as if he had mistakenly entered a cinema shrouded in fog.

Countless shining windows hung around, slowly rotating around him.

The windows are filled with all kinds of chaos, madness, terror, and bloody scenes.

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

They were clearly wearing identical battle armors, and the same battle emblems were painted on the chests of the battle armors.

Maybe yesterday they were fighting side by side, using their own chests and blood to defend each other from deadly swords and guns.

But at this moment, they were fighting each other like crazy, stabbing each other's hearts with sharp blades stained with wolf blood and wolf fur.

In another scene, Meng Chao saw a half-human, half-metal origin warrior killing people.

The ground was littered with broken limbs and broken arms, and there were trembling rat warriors everywhere.

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

Even so, he still could not escape the slaughter of the Origin Warrior. The whole picture was first completely swallowed by the bloody jaw-breaking jaws of the Origin Warrior, then turned into a bloody red, and finally, turned into a squirming black.

In the third picture, Meng Chao saw a small team of rat people surrendering to the wolf cavalry and surrendering in front of the steaming marching pot.

At first, the surrendered rat warriors still had a bit of shame and grief on their faces.

But as they buried their entire faces deeply into the fragrant mandala paste, they "snored" like pigs, their bellies bulged, and even bursts of sourness emerged from the depths of their throats, and

The sour feeling turned into a sigh of relief.

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

There are dozens, hundreds, thousands of pictures.

They were all shot from different perspectives, showing the entire process of the Big Horn Legion from collapse to surrender, from surrender to destruction.

Along with these images, sometimes they are clear, sometimes they are blurry, sometimes they are shaking, sometimes they are still, sometimes they are shadowy like hidden behind thick fog, and sometimes they are like shrieking flames rushing towards the eyes.

Meng Chao also heard countless rustling sounds, like the sound of insects rubbing their tentacles and forelimbs.

"There's no hope."

"It's completely over."

"We can't win. We couldn't win from the beginning."

"The Great Horned Rat God has abandoned us, and the Holy Maiden of Ancient Dreams is dead. No one can lead us on. This is our tomb!"

"Liars, they are all liars!"

"The mandala paste is so delicious. I have never tasted such sweet and delicious mandala paste!"

"Everyone is dead, but I am the only one who is 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 one more day, no, even if I can only live until night and eat one more

A steaming meal of mandala is delicious!”

Hundreds of similar sounds, like thousands of wisps of mist, penetrated Meng Chao's brain grooves and penetrated into the depths of his soul.

All the sounds and all the images were like countless ripples, converging into a huge whirlpool. Meng Chao was deeply immersed in it and felt overwhelmed.

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

That is... the Saint of Ancient Dreams.

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

But when she was three or five years old, her home was hit by a plague, and everyone including her parents died. She stood alone next to a huge tomb, a helpless little girl.

Meng Chao felt an extremely strange feeling in his heart.

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

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

The Saint of Ancient Dreams, who was located in the center of the vortex, at the deepest point, should be thousands of miles away from him.

But he could clearly see every delicate expression on the face of the Saint of Ancient Dreams.

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

I read the voice of the Ancient Dream Saint with great pain, annoyance, regret, despair and unwillingness.

"help me."

Meng Chao seemed to be standing next to a small swamp, watching helplessly as the Saint of Ancient Dreams was bitten by the ankles by the swamp monster and dragged into the depths of endless darkness, leaving only half of her pale face and skinny arms exposed.

, stretched out towards Meng Chao with all his strength, and used his last strength to beg him, "Please, save me, save the Big Horn Legion..."

Meng Chao shuddered deep in his soul.

He suddenly realized what these images and sounds meant.

No, these things are not "photographed".

But at this moment, what is really happening in front of thousands of soldiers of the Great Horn Legion.

Although the Ancient Dream Saint was severely injured and fell into a coma.

But her psychic perception ability seems to have been greatly strengthened on some level.

Meng Chao didn't know whether this was the legendary "reflection of light".

It was the Ancient Dream Saint who unleashed unprecedented potential under the extreme pressure of "Jackal" Canus.

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