Ancient Dream Saintess stared fixedly at Meng Chao with an incredulous gaze.
A moment later, she let out a dry laugh that was impossible to tell whether it was mocking or fearful.
"You want the Great Horned Legion to surrender en masse? How could that be possible!"
Her body trembled faintly, but her expression was filled with scorn.
"If 'Jackal' Kanus had nothing to do with the Great Horned Legion, then making so many fanatics who believed unwaveringly in the Great Horned Rat God lay down their weapons and betray their faith would indeed be impossible."
Meng Chao keenly sensed the hesitation buried in the deepest recesses of Ancient Dream Saintess's subconscious. His tone grew ever more certain. "But what if my unfortunate guess is correct? What if this so-called Great Horned Rat God was truly a vague and illusory idol created single-handedly by 'Jackal' Kanus? What if even you, the 'Rat God's spokesperson in Turanze,' were merely a puppet on strings remotely controlled by him while still ignorant of the truth?
"Though I don't know exactly how 'Jackal' Kanus did it.
"I believe he has a hundred ways to make every warrior of the Great Horned Legion suffer an instant collapse of faith—because, in a sense, it would not be they who betrayed the Great Horned Rat God. It would be the Great Horned Rat God who betrayed them!
"As its commander, you should know better than I do how much food and military armaments the Great Horned Legion is consuming right now. To put it bluntly, many second-line units have already fallen into the desperate predicament of running out of ammunition and food. They are only gritting their teeth and holding on through the ratfolk's loyal faith in the Rat God.
"If that faith collapsed in an instant,