If Meng Chao's trust in Su Mu Lian's words had only been ninety percent just now,
then after she uttered the four words "Chaos Faction," that trust rose to one hundred percent.
At this moment, the Chaos Faction, formed by uniting all anti-Holy Light forces in the Otherworld, had not yet been established.
Unless she could truly foresee the future, there was no way she could have spoken that name.
"You know about the Holy Light Faction and the Chaos Faction?"
Meng Chao's gaze was as sharp as blades, fixed unblinkingly on Su Mu Lian. "In your dream, what were the Holy Light Faction and the Chaos Faction like?"
"I..."
Su Mu Lian hesitated for a moment, then slowly shook her head. "I couldn't see them very clearly. It was a dream, after all, and I wasn't a soldier charging on the Front Line and facing the enemy head-on.
"I only vaguely remember that most members of the Holy Light Faction were humanoids with blond hair and golden eyes, wreathed in rings of radiance. They seemed to be controlled by some entity above the skies, wielding the power this entity bestowed upon them—the power they called 'magic.'
"As for the Chaos Faction, most of them were products of Genetic Engineering. Though their appearances came in every conceivable form, deep within their cells were traces of Gene Editing, splicing, and optimization. But just like Earthlings of that era, the genetic optimization of the Chaos Races came at a price, leaving all manner of flaws in their appearance. That was why the Holy Light Faction feared and hated them."
"You just said, 'At first, we won.'"
Meng Chao pressed, "Which means that later on, we still lost?"
"Yes. If we could have secured final victory, I wouldn't have gambled everything to change