These were all things from ages past.
Long since sealed away in bloodstained file bags.
Before this, Meng Chao had never linked the legends of the Ancient Dream Saintess and the Big-Headed Monster Infant together.
Only now, upon seeing the Ancient Dream Saintess's inhuman appearance, did a thought stir in his heart.
If Earthlings and High-Level Orcs truly shared ties as countless as tangled threads,
if, for instance, they were both descendants bred by the "Ancients" and the "Mother Body,"
or biochemical weapons cultivated using the genes and technology common to both,
then it was hardly strange that Big-Headed Monster Infants with mysterious powers had also been born among the High-Level Orcs—and that, relying on their incomparably powerful physical constitutions, they had actually survived past puberty.
Meng Chao simply could not understand. "If that's the case, then this is the Ancient Dream Saintess's true appearance. But why has no one ever noticed? Even when I saw her at the Wounded Soldiers Camp, she didn't look like this. She looked like a delicate, refined girl next door."
"Well..."
Ice Storm thought for a moment before saying, "I told you before that my mother was a Witch. You should know that Witches and wizards alike attempt to use all kinds of experiments to concoct strange and bizarre potions, awaken the powers buried deep within the human body and the earth, and allow insignificant humans to steal and wield the power of Holy Light without having to kneel before the illusory Holy Light and obey its every command.
"Unfortunately, escaping and breaking through the omnipresent Holy Light is a hundred times harder than piercing the firmament hanging above our heads and charging toward the place where the stars shine together.
"Over the past several thousand years, countless Witches and wizards have followed one