Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes into you.

When the ancient dream saint invaded into the depths of Meng Chao's brain through the dream, it meant that she actively released part of her brain ports, and connected her brain and Meng Chao's brain through a specific frequency of brain waves. connected remotely.

Not to mention, she was still continuously reading and copying information from the depths of Meng Chao's brain.

A large amount of information contained in the ancient runes is completely incomprehensible to her now, and she cannot even fully analyze it.

She could only copy it wholeheartedly, transferring all the mysterious and complicated information to her brain.

This means that even if Meng Chao mixed something like a "spiritual virus" into the information, it would be impossible for the ancient dream saint to find out.

So, at the same time that the ancient dream saint was copying and transmitting the ancient runes without distraction.

The half of Meng Chao's subconscious mind above the dreamland quietly activated the "psychic virus" hidden in one of the ancient runes.

In an instant, all kinds of sound and light effects, as well as skin and environmental materials were stripped away.

Reveals the real activity traces of brain waves and neural currents hidden under the dream world.

The consciousness of the ancient dream saint turned into a vortex formed by thousands of light threads.

This golden vortex was releasing tens of thousands of tentacles, gently plunging into the memory cells that Meng Chao offered to send, frantically devouring the data inside.

Unexpectedly, a piece of data containing Meng Chao's self-awareness was also sucked into the golden vortex along with the mysterious and complicated ancient information.

Meng Chao was in a trance for a while.

Feeling out of body.

His strand of consciousness seemed to be dragged by a thin and long golden fishing line, hooked between his brows, and floated above his body.

Looking down, he could clearly "see" that his body was falling into a deep sleep.

However, the two eyeballs were spinning rapidly as if equipped with micro-engines, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans poured out continuously from the forehead, which were evaporated away by the burning skin in an instant.

His brain, stimulated by the ancient dream saint, is running at an overclocking frequency.

And gushing out from between the eyebrows, the strand of golden thread representing the brainwaves of the Saintess of Ancient Dream extended all the way to the outside of the wounded barracks.

But it is not directly leading to the brain of the ancient dream saint.

Instead, it led to the outside of the wounded barracks. Inside a separate tent, a high-ranking priest got into the eyebrows.

At this moment, Meng Chao, like an invisible ghost, followed the golden thread and sneaked into the tent lightly.

Seeing the high-ranking priest sitting cross-legged, his eyelids drooped, he seemed to be in a deep sleep.

The expression is extremely painful.

His eyeballs rolled faster than Meng Chao's. The sweat on his scorching forehead turned into curls of green smoke and rose to the top of the tent, making the whole tent look like a bathhouse, filled with hot mist.

"It seems that the ancient dream saint is not in the wounded barracks, but is controlling the dream from a distance.

"And this high-ranking priest who sits in the wounded barracks has acted as her 'springboard' and a 'brain wave amplifier' in a certain sense.

"The will of the ancient dream saintess is first projected into the brain of this high-level priest who is most likely to be 'voluntarily dedicated'.

"By burning the brains of the high-ranking priests, the brain waves are greatly increased to make up for the loss of transmission along the way, and finally, they can reach the brains of me and other wounded soldiers.

"Even if it is true that in our dreams, we encounter unexpected dangers, or overdraw too much mental power, causing the brain to dry up or even spontaneously combust.

"What was burned to ashes was only the brain of this high priest!"

After understanding the other party's arrangement, Meng Chao couldn't help being amazed.

Although the Turan civilization has degenerated to the clan era.

But the black technology that has been passed down from the ancestors and has evolved into witchcraft is really miraculous.

However, since half of his subconscious mind has tracked it here.

Naturally, such small tricks cannot escape his eyes.

Meng Chao was engrossed, and his brain waves rippled faintly, as if a bat was scanning its surroundings with ultrasonic waves.

It quickly scanned the center of the high-ranking priest's celestial cover, and a bunch of very secret golden threads gushed out, floated into the metal bracket on the top of the tent, and disappeared.

Meng Chao's consciousness, also entwined by golden thoughts, got into the metal bracket and came out from the top of the tent.

It turned out that after the metal bracket penetrated the tent, a small statue of the rat god with big horns was formed on it.

The dozens of large horns on the statue's head that soared into the sky were not only like antennas, but also like cannons and accelerators that emitted brain waves, which accelerated Meng Chao's consciousness and shot it far away.

Meng Chao felt a sense of speed.

Between breaths, he travels a distance of dozens of miles.

Came to a staggered stone forest.

There are hundreds of ancient stone pillars standing here.

I don't know what material it is, but after withstood hundreds of millions of years of wind and rain, it was polished to be as crystal clear as jade, delicate and smooth, and faintly exudes the feeling of having life.

And on the top of each stone pillar, there is a statue of the horned mouse god in the skeleton version.

The postures of the statues are different, some are sitting cross-legged, some are dancing, some are holding swords, guns, swords and halberds, glaring and swearing to die with the enemy.

No matter what posture, all the bones of these skeleton mouse gods bloom like flowers.

It's also like antennas, stretched to the limit.

Under the statue of the skeleton mouse god, there are hundreds of tents.

Numerous scouts and messengers riding wargs came in and out like worker ants and soldier bees, gathered into an overwhelming battle net, and expanded beyond the stone forest, stretching across the entire battlefield for hundreds of miles.

Here, it should be the temporary base camp of the Great Horn Legion, where the Saintess of Ancient Dream personally sits at the center.

For some reason, Meng Chao, whose consciousness came here, faintly felt extremely uncomfortable.

It was as if...someone was spying on him secretly.

Meng Chao was startled.

Almost desperately wanting to cut off the brain link with the ancient dream saint, the three souls and seven souls all returned to the body, so that his flesh and blood could escape from the wounded barracks against the clock.

However, after waiting quietly for a moment, the feeling of being watched did not continue to increase.

And the ancient dream saintess didn't seem to notice the arrival of his unexpected guest.

Meng Chao's mind turned and he came to his senses.

No one was watching him.

Instead, someone watched over the entire camp—the backbone of the Bighorn Legion.

These skeleton mouse god statues set on the stone pillars should be devices similar to antennas or signal amplifiers.

Together, they formed an extremely powerful and special magnetic field that enveloped the entire camp.

In this huge magnetic field, the ability of the Ancient Dream Saintess can certainly be brought into full play.

But it has become more convenient for the black hands hiding farther away to monitor the every move of the ancient dream saint.

Meng Chao, who realized this, was more cautious.

He compressed his consciousness to the extreme, mixing it with the massive information analyzed from the ancient runes, like a harmless seed for humans and animals.

They didn't dare to release half ripples at all, but at the mercy of the ancient dream saint, they were pulled to the densest center of the stone forest. An altar was set at the door, and a giant horned mouse god statue stood on the altar.

Around the altar, four high-ranking priests sat cross-legged, their facial features covered by masks, and it was not clear whether they were meditating, sleeping, or opening their piercing eyes, vigilantly scanning everything around them.

At the entrance of the tent and around it, there are a total of ten extremely burly Rat Warriors whose muscles are not inferior to those of the clan warriors. Their metallic skin is painted with extremely gorgeous totems, and their battle armor is looming under the totems. .

Meng Chao secretly called luck.

Fortunately, he thought of a way to communicate with the ancient dream saint through dreams.

If you want to sneak into the camp of the Ancient Dream Saintess with your body through conventional channels, and meet her.

Not to mention how to pass through the iron wall composed of these high-level priests and elite warriors without anyone noticing, but without being discovered and chopped into flesh by them.

Even if there is a way to sneak in, I'm afraid it will be discovered by the black hands behind the remote monitoring.

As for now.

Effortless.

His consciousness was dragged into the tent by the ancient dream saintess.

The furnishings in the tent are very simple.

Except for a huge sand table and a few maps with slightly different details, there is almost nothing.

Not even chairs and beds.

There is only one statue of the horned mouse god carved from ebony, inlaid with a large number of claws and bones of totem beasts, and seven-color spar.

The statue sat cross-legged, forming a depression in its arms.

The ancient dream saint is lying quietly in the arms of the statue of the horned mouse god in the posture of a baby curled up in the mother's body.