Ancient Dream Saintess's brain was still in a state of runaway loss of control.
Like an incomparably violent volcano endlessly spewing magma into the outside world, it was spewing brainwaves visible to the naked eye.
She seemed to have become a "Nightmare Generator."
Whenever Meng Chao drew close to her brain, his eyes prickled faintly, and he once more saw fragmented, incomparably tragic scenes.
The Great Horned Legion slaughtering one another, the Zombie Rat God's savage grin and roars, and a lonely little girl who, after all her family had died in the plague, drifted with the current and wandered homelessly through this cruel world.
No, it was more than that.
In his daze, Meng Chao also saw the surrendered Great Horned Legion being methodically reorganized under the watch of the Wolf Cavalry.
He saw Wolf Clan witch doctors feeding bowl after bowl of steaming, suspiciously colored secret medicine to ratfolk warriors, making them convulse in unbearable agony as veins bulged one by one, their muscles grew stronger, their canine teeth protruded like those of wolves, and their gazes became as bloodthirsty as the Wolf Clan's.
He saw the Wolf Cavalry bringing out ancient weapons that looked as though they had been excavated from deep underground, behind bronze gates, and using them to rearm the ratfolk warriors.
This was not a nightmare.
It was something happening somewhere nearby.
As the saying went, "Survive a great calamity, and blessings are sure to follow."
After Ancient Dream Saintess escaped death, her abilities had greatly increased.
In the past, she could only slip into other people's dreams.
But now, she seemed able to burn her own brain as the price to randomly infiltrate another person's brain domain—as long as that person had once formed a spiritual connection with her in a dream.
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