Chapter 1208: Back to light

For Meng Chao, this is not good news.
He originally thought that as long as she desperately rescued the ancient dream saint woman from the blade of the puppet assassin, she sent it to a safe place.
The Saintess of Ancient Dream can naturally use her ability to absorb a large number of the core elite of the Big Horn Legion who are unwilling to surrender to the "Jackal" Kanus. Under the premise of lightly outfitting, break out to the south and return to the original base to continue resisting. Until the arrival of Dragon City reinforcements.
Even if she is seriously injured and can't even move a finger, as long as she has a breath, she can at least play the role of a mascot and a living sign perfectly, gather people's hearts and boost morale, right?
Who would have thought that the ancient dream saint had become like this.
Such a big-headed baby can no longer serve as the spiritual support of the Ratmen warriors who are on the verge of collapse.
Even if Meng Chao told them the truth, they would not admit that such a weird big-headed baby was actually the commander of the Big Horn Legion who led them to countless victories.
"The ancient dream saint must be awakened to restore some of her abilities."
Meng Chao thought with a headache.
This is a bit beyond the limit of his ability.
He can restrict the input of blood and oxygen, so that the soul of the ancient dream saint woman will fall into a semi-sleep state, and will not be burned out by the stormy brain waves.
He can also try to perform bloodletting treatment to reduce the intracranial pressure and brain temperature of the ancient dream saint.
However, whether these conventional treatment methods can make the ancient dream saint woman completely wake up and control her own and even the fate of the Big Horn Legion is something that no one can guarantee.
Meng Chao could only bite the bullet and let the ice storm create a slightly inwardly sunken ice bed in the center of the cave.
After placing the ancient dream saint woman up, he sat cross-legged beside the ancient dream saint, taking a deep breath, silently pouring out the finest spiritual silk from the pores, winding around the fingertips of his ten fingers, like the most Gentle feathers, massage the brows and temples of the ancient dream saint.
In the beginning, Meng Chao didn't want to try too drastic, destructive and irreversible methods.
Who knows, the brain of the ancient dream saint, it seems that the moment when Meng Chao’s fingertips are lightly touched, it turns into an electrified electromagnet, and inexplicably produces a huge suction force, which makes Meng Chao’s ten fingers firmly stick. On her head.
Immediately, she opened her eyes suddenly.
What a pair of mysterious and deep eyes!
Because of the skull deformity, the eyes of the ancient dream saint woman originally occupied one-third of the entire head.
It's like a pair of eyeballs belonging to the gods and demons, forcibly inlaid in the skulls of mortals, spreading the skulls and bursting.
And when she opened her eyes, the eyeballs that should theoretically protrude outward were sunken deeply, like a wormhole connecting another world.
Rao is Meng Chao's spiritual defense, no matter how indestructible.
At the moment Saint Lady Gu Meng opened her eyes, there was a subtle shake.
Can't help but raise his eyes and look into these two "wormholes".
Meng Chao shuddered deeply.
Falling into a fantasy and real dream again.
No, not a dream, but reality.
In the real world, he really "sees" from the bottomless eyes of the saint of ancient dreams, the information that spews out like fireworks and magma.
The flow of information crazily flooded into Meng Chao's brain like a flood that burst a bank.
It made his vision dim, as if he had strayed into a fog-shrouded movie theater.
Countless shiny windows hung around, slowly rotating around him.
All kinds of chaos, madness, horror, and pictures are in the window.
In one of the scenes, Meng Chao saw countless rat people warriors fighting each other.
They were obviously wearing the exact same battle armor, and the same battle emblem was painted on the chest of the battle armor.
Perhaps they were still fighting side by side yesterday, using their chests and blood to fend off the deadly swords and guns for each other.
But at this moment, they were fighting each other like crazy, slamming the sharp blade contaminated with wolf blood and wolf hair into each other's heart.
In another picture, Meng Chao sees a half-human, half-metal warrior of the origin who is killing him.
The ground was full of stumps and arms, and there were trembling ratmen warriors everywhere.
Even the owner of this picture seems to be one of them. In the frantic running, the picture shakes disgustingly.
Even so, he still failed to escape the slaughter of the Origin Samurai. The whole picture was first completely swallowed by the mouth of the blood pelvis of the Origin Samurai tearing his jaws, then turned into a blood red, and finally, a squirming black.
And in the third picture, Meng Chao saw a scene in which a rat people squad surrendered to the wolf cavalry, surrendering to the steaming marching pot.
At the beginning, the surrendered Ratmen warriors still had some shame and grief on their faces.
But as they buried their entire face deep in the fragrant mandala paste, they "snorted" like a pig, their belly bulged high, and even bursts of sourness from the deep throat, and The acidity turned into a pleasant sigh.
The ashamed and sorrowful expressions quickly turned into dullness and numbness, like a seemingly hard block of cheese, melted in the boiling mandala paste.
There are dozens, hundreds, and thousands of pictures.
They were all shot from different perspectives, from collapse to surrender, from surrender to demise of the Big Horn Legion.
Accompanied by these are sometimes clear, sometimes blurred, sometimes shaking, sometimes still, sometimes as shadowy as hidden behind thick fog, and sometimes rushing to the front like a screaming flame.
Meng Chao also heard countless messages, like the sounds of insects rubbing their tentacles and forelimbs.
"There is no hope."
"Completely over."
"Can't win, we can't win from the beginning."
"The Great Horned Rat has abandoned us, and the ancient dream saint is also dead. No one can lead us on, this is our tomb!"
"Liar, all liar!"
"The mandala is so delicious, I have never tasted such a sweet and delicious mandala!"
"Everyone is dead, only I am still alive, I just want to live, no matter what method is used, no matter who I want to surrender to, even if I can only live one more day, no, even if I can only live until night, eat one more The steaming mandala is good!"
Hundreds of similar sounds, like inexhaustible smoke, penetrated Meng Chao's brain and penetrated into the depths of his soul.
All the sounds and all the pictures, like countless ripples, converge into a huge vortex, making Meng Chao deeply indulged in it, feeling overwhelmed.
And in the deepest and darkest place of the vortex, Meng Chao seemed to see a small figure, struggling like a drowning man, and stretched out an arm that resembled a stick of wood.
That is... the ancient dream saint.
Not in reality, the ancient dream saint who looks like a big-headed baby.
But when she was three or five years old, her home was hit by a plague. Everyone, including her parents, died, standing alone next to the huge tomb, bewildered little girl.
An extremely strange feeling appeared in Meng Chao's heart.
His five senses seemed to be completely distorted by a mysterious force.
This vortex composed of countless lights, shadows and sounds is obviously huge and without friends, enough to swallow the entire world.
There should be a distance of tens of thousands of miles between the ancient dream saint in the center and deepest part of the whirlpool.
But he happened to be able to clearly see every delicate expression on the face of the ancient dream saint woman.
And through these expressions, I can read the voice of the ancient dream saint.
Read the incomparable pain, annoyance, remorse, despair, and unwillingness of the Saintess of Gumeng.
"help me."
Meng Chao seemed to be standing next to a small swamp, watching the ancient dream saint biting her ankle by the swamp monster and dragging her to the depths of endless darkness, leaving only half of her pale face and scrawny arms exposed. , I tried my best to reach out to Meng Chao, exhausted my last strength, begged him bitterly, "Please, save me, save the Big Horn Legion..."
Meng Chao shuddered deep in his soul.
He suddenly realized what these pictures and sounds meant.
No, these things were not "shooted".
But at this moment, what really happened in front of the thousands of soldiers of the Big Horn Legion.
Although the ancient dream saint was hit hard and fell into a coma.
However, her ability to perceive the mind seems to have been greatly strengthened on a certain level.
Meng Chao didn't know whether this was the legendary "Return to Light".
It was the Saintess of Ancient Dream that under the extreme pressure of "Jackal" Kanus, she had unleashed unprecedented potential.
In short, in such a harsh environment, her brain and the brains of thousands of warriors are still connected in a mysterious and mysterious way. She can share their vision and perception and see what is happening on the battlefield. everything!