A deeply bizarre feeling surfaced in Meng Chao's heart.
The "Ancient Dream Saintess" Ye Zi described was nothing like the cold, ruthless, decisive supreme commander of the Great Horned Legion whom he had indirectly observed these past few days—a woman who could sacrifice millions, even tens of millions of lives without hesitation to achieve her goals.
A thought stirred in Meng Chao's mind, and he seized upon the key point in Ye Zi's words.
"Wait, you said that 'under normal circumstances, the Ancient Dream Saintess is like the approachable girl next door.' That means she also has an 'abnormal state,' doesn't she?" Meng Chao asked.
"Of course. That is when the Ancient Dream Saintess communicates with the Great Horned Rat God, guiding its will and power into her own body."
With utmost seriousness written across his face, Ye Zi said, "Reaper, you told me in Black Horn City that the Great Horned Rat God was most likely an artificially created idol, and that no such ancestral spirit existed.
"But I have personally seen the Ancient Dream Saintess receive the Great Horned Rat God's power and transform in an instant—from an ordinary ratfolk girl into a female war goddess who commanded the winds and clouds.
"In that single instant, her aura underwent a complete rebirth.
"And her combat ability became more terrifying than that of every Clan Warrior I had ever seen. Even Night Dweller, the wolf-clan powerhouse who commanded the Howling Battlegroup, became a ghost beneath her blade.
"You have to understand, the Ancient Dream Saintess is only one or two years older than me. Her parents died when she was young, and she lived a drifting life where each day offered no guarantee of the next. She had neither the time nor the resources to train. In her normal