Ancient Dream Saintess glared, grinding her teeth.
Clearly, Meng Chao's belittling of the Great Horned Legion's combat strength had stirred intense fury in her subconscious.
Meng Chao could clearly sense the atmosphere becoming tense and drawn once more.
Even within the dream, Ancient Dream Saintess's tolerance for his "nonsense" had reached its limit.
But in order to help Ancient Dream Saintess break free from the Great Horned Rat God's control as quickly as possible, Meng Chao persisted. "The Great Horned Legion is made up of nothing more than a rabble that rose up only recently. Even if elite troops like the White Bone Battalion are mixed among them, and even if they secretly trained in the Underground Base for several years, there is still an enormous gap between them and Clan Warriors, who have been nourished by ample food and secret medicines since childhood and have practically begun honing their combat skills in the womb.
"I'm not saying this to boost others' morale and extinguish the mouse people's prestige. I'm merely stating the most basic facts.
"Frankly, when the Great Horned Legion faced elite battle groups made up of professional warriors, if they could achieve a casualty ratio of ten to one and rely on human-wave tactics to fight the enemy to a standstill, that alone would be enough to prove the mouse people's valor and glory.
"Yet in the recent battles, every one of them ended with the heavily armed wolf forces throwing away their helmets and armor, utterly routed by the Great Horned Legion.
"Ancient Dream Saintess, didn't you find those victories far too easy—easy enough to seem suspicious?
"If the wolves, ranked third in overall strength among the Golden Clan, truly collapsed at the first touch like this, then the mouse people should have broken free from