The originally colorful feather coat became black and wrinkled, drooping on the body like the skin of an old animal.

The sticky substance dripping from the feather coat was unclear whether it was mud or blood.

His left hand and left foot were weirdly twisted, as if the bones had been removed and tendons cut off by a mysterious force; his right hand and right foot were trying their best to tighten and straighten, as if these two limbs had been given independent lives.

I can't wait to break away from this panting and trembling body.

Just like those seriously injured people who fell into nightmares and couldn't extricate themselves, this high-ranking priest also heard an indistinct sound of "Hey, hey, hey, hey."

But the sound didn't come from his throat.

Rather, it comes directly from his brain.

It was like someone had ripped out his brain and stuffed it with a noisy insect.

The big-horned helmet that was placed upside down on his head and covered with antennas was more like a torch soaked in grease. It was burning like a fire, constantly radiating crazy brainwaves in all directions.

Project a large amount of information containing fear, despair, horror, and defeatism into everyone's heads in all directions.

Even Meng Chao felt like his forehead had been hit hard by a red-hot hammer.

In a daze, the image of this high-level priest seemed to have turned into a rotten and swollen "Great Horned Rat God" with a giant appearance!

Not only Meng Chao, but also the heavily armed witch doctors also discovered that something was wrong with the high-level priest's condition.

They were also disturbed by the brain waves of the high-level priests, and various bizarre scenes of monsters dancing around appeared before their eyes.

Fortunately, they were all awake and capable of being witch doctors. They were used to seeing wounded soldiers with pierced intestines and stomachs, missing arms and legs, and even burning into cokes but still moaning and screaming. The strength of their spiritual defenses was much stronger than that of wounded soldiers.

The ordinary rat warriors are ten times stronger.

For the time being, their spirits have not collapsed.

In other words, I still don’t understand what the image of the zombie rat god that suddenly flashed in my mind means.

The witch doctors rushed towards the high priest in fright.

However, the high-level priest spun like a top, and his power was several times greater than usual. He easily threw several witch doctors away for more than ten or twenty meters.

During the struggle, the bird's beak mask filled with secret medicine fell off his face, revealing his true face of incomparable madness.

All the witch doctors who saw his face clearly jumped up as if they were nearly struck by lightning, and gasped.

Even Meng Chao's scalp was numb and he was secretly clicking his tongue.

The face of this high-ranking priest was burning.

It’s not just the brain waves that are erupting like a volcano.

Rather, in a literal sense, due to the overload operation of brain cells, the temperature of the brain continues to rise, not only breaking through the critical point of protein coagulation, but even breaking through the ignition point of flesh and blood.

His mouth, nose, eyes and ears have turned into six holes.

Six black flames spurted out from the hole, wrapping around the entire head like six hungry snakes.

The black smoke caused his facial features, including his entire face, to collapse rapidly, and his entire head gradually collapsed into a black hole.

Even Meng Chao had seen poor people who took an overdose of "Magic Transformation Capsules", exhausted their life potential in advance, and triggered spontaneous combustion in their bodies.

Seeing the horrifying scene again, I still couldn't help but sigh secretly.

It seemed that this high-ranking priest was the source of the "fear bomb" that detonated in the wounded barracks.

The nightmare about the "zombie rat god" was born from the depths of the ancient dream saint's mind. After long-distance transmission to the wounded barracks, the signal strength has become very weak, not enough to shake the hearts of every rat warrior.

Line of defense.

Therefore, the brain of this high-level priest is first used as a "springboard" or "signal amplification device" to amplify the nightmare signal ten times or even a hundred times, in order to ensure that every seriously injured person who is sleeping, and even the light ones who are awake, are safe.

The wounded and medical personnel can all be covered by the nightmare shock wave set off by the "terror bomb".

Naturally, amplifying nightmare signals requires energy or fuel.

The fuel is the high priest's brain.

but

"Jackal" Canus's arrangements don't stop there.

Just when Meng Chao was about to step forward and extinguish the black flames igniting in the head of this high-level priest to see if he could save his life, and at the same time block his frantic brain waves and continue to spew out around him.

From the depths of the throat that he had been burned into a black hole by the black flame, it suddenly came and sharp, as if the sound of rusty wire stabbed the eardrum: "噫噫, the maiden died, 噫噫 噫 噫 噫噫 噫噫 噫噫 噫噫 噫噫 噫 噫 噫 噫 噫 噫

, the Saint of Ancient Dreams is dead, she was just assassinated by the wolf tribe!"

"What!"

This news was like a storm, and all of Meng Chao's plans were thrown into disarray.

Looking at the witch doctors, they were even more horrified.

His expression changed from dull to blank, and then from blank to ferocious. He was about to collapse and lose control like a high-ranking priest.

"Wait, that's not right!"

Meng Chao's mind raced and he reacted instantly, "I have just escaped from the dream of the Ancient Dream Saint for ten minutes. At least ten minutes ago, the Ancient Dream Saint was still alive.

"Even if 'Jackal' Kanus really had ambush around the Saint of Ancient Dreams, and even secretly implanted some kind of restriction deep in the brain of Saint of Ancient Dreams, he would most likely do this.

"However, even at the moment I escaped from the dream, the Saint of Ancient Dreams had already been poisoned by the 'Jackal' Canus.

"In just ten minutes, the wounded soldiers camp and the base camp where Saint Gu Meng is located are dozens of miles apart. How did this high-ranking priest know?

"No, the Saint of Ancient Dreams is not dead yet!

"The brain of this high-ranking priest has long been controlled by Canus the Jackal, and a fatal message has been implanted that is enough to cause everyone in the Great Horn Legion to collapse and lose control!"

Deep in Meng Chao's mind, there seemed to be countless crystal balls floating in the void, emitting hazy light, exploding "pop, pop, pop, pop".

The blooming light gathered together and turned into a shining river of light.

He felt that he had cracked the secret of how the Great Horn Legion in his previous life spun up and destroyed, and the entire army was annihilated.

After consecutive battles and victories, the unstoppable Big Horn Legion seemingly gathered millions of people and set off a shocking wave. It has the ability to challenge the Wolf Clan's heavy army group head-on, and even storm the Golden Clan's military town.

But this superficial ability, apart from the enemy's deliberate indulgence, is largely maintained by the Saint of Ancient Dreams alone.

The Saint of Ancient Dreams is the only person in the entire Great Horn Legion, and even among the thousands of rat people, who can communicate directly with the Great Horned Rat God.

The Saint of Ancient Dreams is also the only person who has been blessed by the Great Horned Rat God, who can partially "predict" the future, clearly see the enemy's movements, and thus be sure of victory.

The Saint of Ancient Dreams is still the one who can share the blessings of the Great Horned Rat God to all rat warriors, thus maintaining the unity of the Great Horn Legion and the morale of the rat warriors.

The Saint of Ancient Dreams can even beg the Great Horned Rat God to descend from the top of the Holy Mountain into her body at the critical juncture of a desperate and bloody battle. She instantly possesses a hundred times combat power and becomes the "incarnation of God" to kill the most powerful enemy.

people!

In short, in the words recognized by all rat warriors, the Saint of Ancient Dreams is "the spokesperson of the Great Horned Rat God walking in Turanze".

She is the visible pillar of the entire Great Horn Legion.

What if, when we are approaching the Hundred Blades City, we are about to run out of ammunition and food, and in the decisive battle that will determine the future and fate of the Great Horn Legion, this pillar suddenly collapses and completely collapses...

The Great Horn Legion, whose life was hanging by a thread, will collapse completely, like a giant beast whose limbs were broken by its own weight and whose brain and heart were hollowed out. It is in a state of confusion and is at the mercy of others.

"This is Canus the Jackal's plan!

"First use the ability of the Ancient Dream Saint to transform her into the 'incarnation of the Great Horned Rat God', and use her to excavate ancient temples, find underground bases, form the Great Horned Legion, and break the old order of Turanze.

"Use the opportunity of encircling and suppressing the Big Horn Legion to gradually gather the military power of the Wolf Clan and break away from the control of the Liger and Tiger Clan.

"When the time is right, kill the Ancient Dream Saint, and then kill or control the high-level priests of the Great Horn Legion who were trained by the Ancient Dream Saint. Even the Ancient Dream Saint is under his direct control. These high-level priests

, naturally also received his indirect remote control, and it is not that difficult to control them.

"In the end, with no leader, no ammunition and food, no faith, no future, the Great Horn Legion is in disarray. Naturally, it is like a ripe mandala fruit. With just a gentle breath, it will fall into the hands of Kanu the Jackal.

It's in Si's pocket!

"'Jackal' Canus will certainly not kill the soldiers of the Great Horn Legion indiscriminately, at least he will not kill the elites of the Bone Camp indiscriminately.

"After the collapse of faith, all rat warriors will turn into ignorant walking zombies. As long as 'Jackal' Canus can stir up their survival instinct and make them think that 'it is better to die than to live', then all it takes is

A few bags of food, and some pretentious win-overs, showing that he is magnanimous and different from other 'noble lords', can turn these elites who once had independent will into his own to seize the highest throne of power in Turanze.

, the best thug!

"When the elites of the Wolf Clan and the remnants of the Big Horn Legion join forces, as long as there is an internal strife between the Liger and the Tiger Clan and the 'Jackal' has an opportunity to take advantage of it, the most incredible miracle in the history of Turanze will take place.
Chapter completed!