Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Just as Meng Chao was roaring in his heart.

Of the hundreds of thousands of main-view images surrounding him, about one-tenth of the images were shaken slightly.

It's like a pond where stones are thrown into, rippling out circles of ripples.

Meng Chao could clearly sense that the owners of these main perspective pictures were blinking rapidly, and a confused voice emerged from the bottom of his heart:

"Who, who's talking?"

Meng Chao was stunned.

"You...can you hear me?"

Although it was extremely absurd, Meng Chao said tentatively.

These main perspective images continue to vibrate, sometimes clear and sometimes blurred, like windows covered with raindrops.

"Who, who is it?"

Meng Chao seemed to hear voices of surprise and confusion coming from thousands of channels in all directions at the same time.

The main perspective screen is desperately rotating.

Obviously, the owners of these perspectives are turning their heads quickly, searching around like a frightened bird, trying to find someone to talk to them.

But no matter how hard they try, they get nothing.

Because no one would have guessed that the sound came directly from the depths of their brain.

To be more precise, it originated from the sky, penetrated the skull, and drilled into their central nervous system.

However, when Meng Chao tried to express a clearer and more complicated meaning.

But he felt as if he had dived into the seabed tens of thousands of meters deep, trying to transmit his own sound waves through the pressure of hundreds of millions of tons of seawater, which was enough to squeeze the main battle tank into a discus.

No matter how hoarse he is, the sound waves that finally reach the main perspective screen have become fragmented and indistinct, like flying insects flapping their wings and making "buzzing" ravings.

Probably, the owners of these main perspective pictures can only hear the noise of "噫噫噫噫, woo woo woo, chee chee chee" coming from their ears or in their heads, and it is impossible to piece together even a fraction of the effective effect from the noise. information.

"That is to say, that is to say—"

Even so, Meng Chao was greatly encouraged.

Although he hadn't been able to communicate directly with the thousands of rat warriors, he had roughly figured out what was going on in his mind.

First of all, the Saintess of Ancient Dream made a near-death breakthrough, and her telepathic ability was greatly improved—at least temporarily, at the cost of quickly overdrawing her life, it was greatly improved.

Now she can not only communicate with the Rat Warriors in the dream.

It can also interact with some rat warriors through the transmission of brain waves in an awake state to achieve video, audio and even thought data interaction.

As for myself, I have the iron will cast by the doomsday flames, and in the exchanges and discussions with spiritual combat experts such as the demon god "Abyss Demon Eye" and "Wisdom Tree", I learned their specialties, plus the blessing of "Tinder".

In terms of the tyranny of spiritual power, Meng Chao believed that he was by no means inferior to some powerful people in the divine realm.

When my own brain domain is connected to the brain domain of the ancient dream saint again.

It is possible to use the telepathic ability of the ancient dream saint to convey his will to the rat people soldiers dozens of miles away!

"Is this what you want me to do, Saintess of Ancient Dream?"

Meng Chao stared at the little girl in the depths of the vortex, and murmured, "Even though you were seriously injured and your brain was swollen to the point of bursting, you still didn't hesitate to burn every single one of your brain cells to activate a more powerful one. telepathy.

"However, this is your limit.

"Although you use your enhanced and upgraded telepathic ability to connect to the brains of countless waking Rat Warriors, you can only receive them unilaterally. The brainwaves rippling from the depths of their brains are powerless to overwhelm you. What they see, hear, think, and think is transformed into a surging data flow, which is transmitted to their brains through brain waves.

"That's why you need my help.

"You need to use my brain, my brainwaves, and my spiritual power to issue orders to thousands of Ratmen warriors, to tell them that you are not dead, and that the Bighorn Legion has not lost hope.

"You want me to give a 'brain wave broadcast' to all the members of the Big Horn Legion who have not given up their struggle, is that right?"

In the depths of the vortex, the struggling little girl's eyes with four pupils flashed instantly.

The exchange of ideas is not limited by language.

Although she didn't understand the words "brain waves" and "radio".

Still through Meng Chao's constant spewing sparks of thought, he instantly understood the other party's meaning.

She nodded desperately and stretched out her arms to Meng Chao as much as she could.

Meng Chao also extended his thought tentacles towards the center of the vortex, and stretched them longer and longer.

He didn't know how much it would cost to send orders to the brains of thousands of Rat Warriors on a battlefield with a radius of hundreds of miles.

Will it cause my own brain to bleed and swell like the ancient dream saint?

It even spontaneously ignited instantly, and every brain cell was burned into a speck of dust.

He only knows that this is the only chance to reverse the future.

It must be reasonable for me to be reborn from the doomsday, to walk all the way here, to save the ancient dream saint, and to give her the chance to "break through near death"!

finally--

Just when Meng Chao felt his brain was about to burn.

The fingertips of the two touched each other lightly in the ocean of thinking.

boom!

Meng Chao heard the earth-shattering rumble coming from the depths of his brain again.

Thousands of main perspective images around the surroundings become clearer, more vivid, and more three-dimensional.

It was as if, originally, it was a movie theater shrouded in fog, and all the two-dimensional versions of ordinary movies were played.

Now it has become a three-dimensional, virtual reality that is both illusion and reality.

He is no longer sitting in the audience.

Rather... it got into the minds of thousands of rat people at the same time, and observed the whole process of the collapse of the Great Horn Legion from thousands of angles at the same time.

Even, at the same time, I experienced thousands of bruised, hungry, bewildered, frightened and desperate feelings and emotions.

It was really indescribable, a strange experience that would not even appear in the deepest part of the nested nightmare.

It was as if thousands of souls had been stuffed into his body, his brain, and every single brain cell.

"No wonder big-headed babies need such a big head."

Meng Chao bared his teeth and thought wildly, "If ordinary people receive so much sensory and emotional data at the same time, their brains will definitely spontaneously ignite or even explode in the first place!"

But, before he could react, let alone endure the severe pain of his brain bursting, he sent his "voice" to the thousands of rat warriors.

His consciousness was suddenly ejected.

From the empathetic virtual world.

Bounce back to the foggy movie theater.

The Ancient Dream Saintess in the center of the vortex showed a more painful expression, her face became paler, and she was swallowed by darkness from her neck to her chin, leaving only half of her face and half of her arm, barely exposed outside the vortex. .

"Isn't that okay?"

Meng Chao thought with a splitting headache, "The Saintess of Ancient Dream and I have independent and even exclusive personalities and hearts after all. It is impossible for our spiritual power to be perfectly integrated together to promote her telepathic ability and simultaneously to the Thousands of Rat Warriors performed 'brainwave broadcasts'.

"After all, the control area of ​​the Bighorn Legion is too large, the Ratmen warriors are too widely distributed, and most of the high-ranking priests are firmly controlled by the 'Jackal' Kanus.

"This cunning wolf king is also constantly implanting the image of the 'zombie mouse god' into the brains of the rat warriors through the high-ranking priests, completely destroying their will to resist.

"In this case, our 'brain wave broadcast' will definitely be seriously interfered, and it will be difficult to transmit clear, effective, and operable instructions to the brains of all the rat warriors.

"Besides, even if we can really speak in the minds of thousands of rat warriors, how can we convince them that this is the will of the ancient dream saint, and not bewitched by ghosts and snakes?

"You know, from last night to today, the entire Bighorn Legion seems to be immersed in a nightmare that will never wake up. The bloody visions that the Rat Warriors saw and the weird ravings they heard are too many. There are too many, so much that they can't tell what is reality, what is false, and who to believe.

"unless……

"Narrowing down the scope of 'brainwave broadcasting'.

"No, no, there should be no 'brain wave broadcasting' at all, but we should focus our limited spiritual power on a few rat warriors, so that it is possible to resist interference and realize point-to-point wireless brain connection. barge and high-speed data transmission!"