Chapter 1207 - Dying Flash
Chapter 1207: Dying Flash
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
That was not good news to Meng Chao.
He had originally thought that as long as he risked his life to rescue the Ancient Dream Saintess from the puppet assassin’s blade and send her to a safe place, she could naturally use her ability to absorb a large number of the Great Horn Army’s core elites who were unwilling to surrender to “Jackal” Kanus.
Under the premise of carrying light equipment, they would break through the southern encirclement, and she would return to the original base to continue resisting until reinforcements from Dragon City arrived.
Even if she was seriously injured and could not even move a finger, as long as she was still alive, she could at least play the role of a mascot and a living signboard perfectly. Then she could gather the people’s hearts and boost their morale, right?
Who would have thought that the Ancient Dream Saintess would become like this?
Such a big-headed monster could no longer be the spiritual pillar of the collapsing rat warriors.
Even if Meng Chao told them the truth, they probably would not admit that such a strange large-headed monster was the Great Horn Army commander who had led them to countless victories.
‘I must wake the Ancient Dream Saintess up and let her recover some of her abilities,’ Meng Chao thought with a headache.
This was a little beyond the limits of his abilities.
He could use the method of restricting blood and oxygen input to force the Ancient Dream Saintess’ mind to fall into a half-asleep state so that she would not be burned up by the raging brain waves.
He could also try to perform bloodletting to reduce the pressure in the Ancient Dream Saintess’ head and the temperature in her brain.
However, no one could guarantee that these conventional treatments would be able to wake the Ancient Dream Saintess up completely and control her own fate as well as the Great Horn Army’s.
Meng Chao could only brace himself and let Ice Storm create a slightly concave ice bed at the center of the cave.
After placing the Ancient Dream Saintess on the bed, he sat cross-legged next to her. He took a deep breath and the most delicate spirit threads silently exited his pores. They wound around his fingers like the softest feathers as he gently massaged the Ancient Dream Saintess’ forehead and temples.
At first, Meng Chao did not want to try methods that were too intense, destructive, and irreversible.
Who knew that the Ancient Dream Saintess’ brain would turn into an electrified electromagnet the moment Meng Chao’s fingertips touched her head. It produced an inexplicable huge suction force and caused Meng Chao’s ten fingers to stick to her head firmly.
Then, she opened her eyes abruptly.
What a pair of mysterious and deep eyes!
Due to her skull’s deformity, the Ancient Dream Saintess’ eyes occupied one-third of her entire head area.
It was as if a pair of demonic eyes were embedded in the skull of a mortal, bursting it open.
When she opened her eyes, her eyeballs, which were supposed to protrude out, were deeply sunken. It was as though they were wormholes that connected to another world.
No matter how strong and unbreakable Meng Chao’s mental defense was, the moment the Ancient Dream Saintess opened her eyes, he was slightly shaken.
He could not help but look at the two “wormholes.”
Meng Chao shivered deeply.
He was once again trapped in a dream that was both illusory and real…
No, it was not a dream, but reality.
In the real world, he could clearly “see” that information was shooting out of the Ancient Dream Saintess’ bottomless eyes like fireworks and magma.
The flow of information rushed into Meng Chao’s brain like a flood.
It dimmed his vision as if he had entered a movie theater shrouded in fog.
Countless shiny windows hung around him and slowly rotated around him.
The windows were filled with chaotic, crazy, terrifying, and bloody scenes.
In one of the scenes, Meng Chao saw numerous rat warriors fighting each other.
They were clearly wearing the same armor, and the chest of their armor was painted with the same battle emblem.
Perhaps the day before, they had fought side by side and blocked fatal knives, as well as spears, for each other using their own chest and blood.
However, in the present moment, they seemed to have gone mad. They were fighting each other, stabbing sharp blades stained with wolf blood and fur into each other’s hearts.
In another scene, Meng Chao saw a half-human, half-metal Origin Warrior slaughtering others.
There were broken limbs all over the ground, and there were trembling rat warriors running around with their heads held in their hands.
Even the original individual who had witnessed the scene seemed to be one of them. As he ran crazily, the scene shook until it became nauseating.
Even so, he was still unable to escape the Origin Warrior’s slaughter. The entire scene was first completely drowned put by the Origin Warrior’s bloody mouth that had torn apart his jaws. Then, everything became blood-red before it turned into a squirming black color.
In the third scene, Meng Chao saw a small group of rat people surrendering to the wolf cavalry and submitting to the marching “frying pan.”1
At first, the faces of the rat warriors who surrendered still had traces of shame and indignation.
However, as they buried their entire faces deep into fragrant mandrake paste, they began to “snort” like pigs, eating until their bellies bulged high up. There were waves of grief from the depths of their throats, but their grief soon turned into a pleasant sighs.
Their ashamed and indignant expressions quickly changed into dullness and numbness, like blocks of seemingly hard cheese melting in boiling mandrake paste.
There were also dozens, hundreds, and thousands of pictures.
They had all been taken from different angles, covering the Great Horn Army’s collapse to its surrender, and from its surrender to its destruction.
The scenes were sometimes clear, sometimes blurry, sometimes shaky, sometimes still, and sometimes shadowy as if they were hidden behind a thick fog. Other times, they would rush to his eyes like screaming flames.
Meng Chao also heard countless rustling sounds akin to insects were rubbing their antennae and forelimbs.
“There’s no hope.”
“We’re completely finished.”
“We can’t win. We’ve never been able to win from the start.”
“The Rat God has abandoned us, and the Ancient Dream Saintess is dead. No one can lead us forward. This place will be our grave!”
“Liars, they’re all liars!”
“The mandrake paste is so delicious. I’ve never tasted such sweet and delicious mandrake paste before!”
“Everyone is dead, but I’m the only one alive. I just want to live. It doesn’t matter what I do, and it doesn’t matter who I surrender to. Even if I can only live for another day… No, even if I can only live until tonight, I just want to eat another serving of steaming mandrake paste!”
Hundreds of similar voices pierced through Meng Chao’s brain and into the depths of his heart like wisps of smoke.
All the voices and images were comparable to countless ripples that converged into an enormous vortex. Meng Chao was deeply immersed in it, and he did not know what to do.
In the deepest and darkest part of the vortex, Meng Chao seemed to see a tiny figure struggling like a drowning person. The figure extended an arm that looked like a stick of firewood.
It was… the Ancient Dream Saintess.
It was not the Ancient Dream Saintess who looked like a big-headed baby in reality.
It was the little girl who, when she was three or five years old, had suffered a plague in her home. Everyone, including her parents, had died. She was standing next to their huge grave, at a loss.
An extremely strange feeling rose in Meng Chao’s heart.
His five senses had seemingly been distorted by a mysterious force completely.
The whirlpool formed by numerous lights, shadows, and sounds was huge enough to devour the entire world.
There should be a distance of a hundred and eight thousand kilometers between him and the Ancient Dream Saintess, who was at the center part of the whirlpool, which was also the deepest.
However, he could clearly see every delicate expression on the Ancient Dream Saintess’ face.
Through her expressions, he could read the Ancient Dream Saintess’ thoughts.
He could read her thoughts of incomparable pain, vexation, regret, despair, and unwillingness.
“Save me.”
Meng Chao appeared to be standing next to a small swamp. He could only watch as the Ancient Dream Saintess’ ankle was torn by swamp monsters and she was dragged into the endless darkness. Only half of her pale face and her skinny arms were still exposed. She reached out toward Meng Chao with all her strength and bitterly begged him, “Please, save me. Save the Great Horn Army…”
There was a shiver in the depths of Meng Chao’s soul.
He suddenly realized what the pictures and sounds meant.
No, these things, they were not “filmed.”
All of that was happening right then, in front of the several thousand Great Horn Army soldiers.
Although the Ancient Dream Saintess had fallen into a coma due to severe injury, her psychic powers had apparently become enhanced on some level.
Meng Chao did not know if it was the legendary phenomenon of one’s life flashing before their eyes, or “Jackal” Kanus extreme pressure had stimulated the Ancient Dream Saintess’ unprecedented potential.
In short, in such a hostile environment, her brain and the brain of thousands of rat warriors, were still connected in some mysterious way. So, she could share their vision, as well as perception, and see what happened on the battlefield!