To Meng Chao, this was hardly good news.
He had originally thought that as long as he risked his life to save the Ancient Dream Saintess from the puppet assassin's blade and bring her somewhere safe—
The Ancient Dream Saintess would naturally be able to use her abilities to gather the core elites of the Great Horned Legion who refused to surrender to "Jackal" Kanus. Traveling light, they could break out southward, return to their original base, and continue resisting until Dragon City's reinforcements arrived.
Even if she was gravely wounded and unable to move so much as a finger, as long as she still had a breath left in her, she could at least perfectly play the role of a mascot and Living Signboard, rallying hearts and bolstering morale, couldn't she?
Who could have imagined that the Ancient Dream Saintess would become like this?
A Big-Headed Monster Infant like this could no longer serve as the spiritual pillar of the ratfolk warriors teetering on the brink of collapse.
Even if Meng Chao told them the truth, they probably would not believe that such a bizarre Big-Headed Monster Infant was the commander who had led them to countless victories.
I have to wake the Ancient Dream Saintess and restore some of her abilities.
Meng Chao thought with a splitting headache.
This was somewhat beyond the limits of his abilities.
By restricting the supply of blood and oxygen, he could keep the Ancient Dream Saintess's mind in a half-dormant state, preventing it from being burned to ashes by brainwaves like stormy waves.
He could also attempt bloodletting therapy to reduce the pressure inside the Ancient Dream Saintess's skull and lower her brain temperature.
But whether these conventional treatments could completely awaken the Ancient Dream Saintess and allow her to take control