Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Chapter 1167 - The Real Future!

Chapter 1167: The Real Future!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Add parts of the real “future” deep into the Ancient Dream Saintess’ brain?

Under normal circumstances, Meng Chao would never be able to perform such a difficult operation.

After all, the Ancient Dream Saintess herself was also a spirit expert with extremely powerful spirit power. She was an expert who instilled willpower through dreams.

She would instantly sense any traces that others left in the depths of her brain.

But it was different now.

At this moment, Meng Chao and the Ancient Dream Saintess’ brain regions were connected together in a mysterious way.

It could be said that the two of them were having the same dream.

Moreover, the Ancient Dream Saintess had taken the initiative to absorb a huge amount of information, including the immemorial symbols, from the depths of Meng Chao’s dream.

The astronomical amount of information was like a raging wave that continuously attacked her spiritual defense line, taking up most of the space in her brain region and mental energy, making her spiritual defense line extremely weak, she didn’t have the time to care about Meng Chao’s actions.

Meng Chao only needed to mix some fragments of his past life’s memories into the immemorial runes and let the ancient Dream Saintess absorb them on her own.

The only question was, after seeing the “Real future,”would the ancient Dream Saintess change in the direction that Meng Chao hoped.

Would the mastermind discover Meng Chao’s activities in the depths of the ancient Dream Saintess’brain and think of ways to stop it, or even kill Meng Chao’s subconscious in the depths of the ancient Dream Saintess’brain?

Meng Chao didn’t dwell on this question for too long.

He made up his mind.

No matter what, he had to take a gamble!

Because all the signs indicated that the destruction of the great horn army was right in front of him.

Along with the destruction of the great horn army was the rise of “Jackal”kanus.

When this ambitious Wolf King really held the highest power in Tulanze, he would definitely become a hundred times more difficult to deal with than he was today.

Meng Chao really lacked enough chips, confidence, and combat ability to convince the “Jackal”kanus, who was at his peak, not to act blindly.

Now was his only chance.

He had to turn the entire future around before “Jackal”kanus evolved into the true “King of Tulan”!

Meng Chao took a deep breath and began to quickly search through his memory database.

In his previous life, when the Dragon City civilization broke through the monster mountain range and allied with the Tulan civilization.

The “Great Horn Rebellion”had been pacified for a long time.

Even the name of the ancient Dream Saintess was annihilated in the smoke and dust.

Therefore, Meng Chao did not witness the destruction of the Great Horn Army.

And he did not want to fabricate any history to deceive the ancient Dream Saintess. If he did so, what was the difference between him and the mastermind behind the scenes?

Fortunately, although the great horn army in his previous life was completely wiped out, it was obviously impossible to wipe out tens of thousands of rat civilians.

After the great horn rebellion subsided, a large number of well-trained elite rat civilian soldiers surrendered to canus and became the direct slave of the Wolf King.

In the bloody slaughterhouse where canus seized the highest power in Turanze and where Turanze and the land of Holy Light were in an all-out war, these rat civilian slave soldiers were shouldering heinous crimes, the rat slave soldiers, who could only fight to the death in exchange for a slim chance of survival, were the best cannon fodder troops.

Of course, for a cannon fodder troop, “The best”and “The worst casualties”were basically synonyms.

In his previous life, Meng Chao had witnessed the combat methods of these cannon fodder troops many times.

He had witnessed the scene of them launching suicide attacks against the burning meteorites and magma spewing out of the underground crevices while being bombarded by the dwarves, the elves’poisonous arrows, and the mages’chanting.

“They are a bunch of lunatics!”

The craziest iron-blooded generals of dragon city in their previous lives all commented on the rat slave soldiers of Turanze in this way.

The spiritual experts of dragon city even suspected that the priests of Turanze had mastered some kind of mysterious spiritual secret technique and could brainwash the rat slave soldiers on a large scale, turning them into machines that only knew how to kill, flesh and blood machines that were not afraid of pain, fatigue, and death.

In a sense, the spiritual experts’suspicions were correct.

After the Great Horn Army was destroyed and their faith completely collapsed, the rat slave soldiers were all disheartened and turned into muddle-headed walking corpses.

Perhaps, death was their best release.

That was why they dared to wave their rough stone axes and bone hammers without any protection and charge at the defense line guarded by the strongest people of the land of Holy Light, which even the armored forces of Dragon City did not dare to easily charge at.

Meng Chao believed that in the memory fragments of his previous life, the rat slave soldiers, driven by wolves, tigers, and leopards, crazily charged at the defensive line of Holy Light. Then, they were torn into pieces by the magic of Holy Light, and broken limbs flew everywhere, the fresh blood was burned into rolling blood mist by the flames, and thousands of soldiers were all killed in a short moment.

It was definitely not the “Beautiful tomorrow”that she wanted to see.

After the scene of a large number of rat slaves being wiped out was mixed into the archaic runes and sent into the depths of the ancient Dream Saintess’brain.

Meng Chao chose a few other world wars to enter a strategic stalemate. A large number of rat slaves dug trenches and built fortresses at the junction of Tulanze and the land of Holy Light, they bore all kinds of heavy labor and inhumanly tormented memory fragments.

This was because the chaos faction held the aggressive strategic initiative in the beginning.

No one had expected that the Holy Light faction’s counterattack would come so quickly and fiercely.

Therefore, the three-dimensional defense line around Tulanze had become particularly hasty and cruel.

The war ahead was not going well, which made the warriors of the five clans impatient and more and more violent.

They squeezed more and more of the slave labor of the rat people, almost using the flesh and bones of the rat people to create a bloody defensive line.

When the Holy Light Army changed from defense to attack and attacked in large numbers, it was the poor slave labor of the rat people who bore the brunt of the attack. They used simple production tools to welcome the shining swords and sabers surrounded by holy light.

Meng Chao hoped that these images could let the ancient dream saintess understand.

The “Great Horn Rebellion”could not change the fate of the rat people.

The slaves were still slaves.

The cannon fodder was still cannon fodder.

Next, Meng Chao chose some of the Holy Light Army to break through Tulan Ze. After that, he turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, a desolate memory fragment of Tulan’s activities.

He remembered that at that time, the Tulanze civilization was doomed.

And the Dragon City civilization was still struggling on the brink of death.

These “Ghost assassins”were sent to the burning ruins of tulanze.

The commander who tried to assassinate the Holy Light Army slowed down the attack of the Holy Light Camp to buy more time for the last struggle of the chaos camp.

However, the memory fragments that appeared in this period left the deepest impression on Meng Chao. It was not the mages, Night Watchers, Elf Assassins, or dwarven master craftsmen in the land of Holy Light.

It was those..

Gigantic machines that descended from the sky and were engraved with mysterious and complicated runes and decorated with shining ribbons of light. Their structures were extremely complicated, and a large number of crystal-clear “Cores”were embedded in them.

No, Meng Chao did not know whether he should call these things, which were a hundred times more terrifying than the apocalyptic beasts, “Machines”.

Or he should call them the Holy Light Camp’s way of calling them “The divine artifacts that the true God has given us. They are used to cleanse evil and destroy all unclean, unrighteous, and unbelieving Slaughter Angels.”!

Meng Chao believed that the ancient Dream Saintess had never seen these things in her dreams.

The mastermind behind the manipulation of her dreams could never have foreseen the appearance of these things.

In his previous life, ‘Jackal’kanus commanded the five armies of the chaos faction to attack the land of holy light from all directions. They charged straight into the land of holy light with unstoppable momentum.

It was the angel of slaughter that descended from the sky and interrupted the powerful attack of the chaos faction, completely turning the entire battle situation around.

Meng Chao hoped that the Angel of slaughter in the dream could calm the ancient Dream Saintess down a little.

At the very least, he could control his fanatical faith and calmly listen to his explanation.

If that wasn’t enough..

Meng Chao gritted his teeth and transmitted an apocalyptic scene to the depths of the ancient Dream Saintess’brain. The world was deathly pale, and all living beings, including the entire home, were burning.

The amount of information contained in this scene was too rich and terrifying.

In order to prevent the information from overloading, the entire brain of the ancient Dream Saintess was burned in an instant.

And in order to prevent the leaking of too much of the key information that contained the secrets of Dragon City.

Meng Chao deliberately blurred the memory fragments and deleted a large amount of information.

But the pain, despair, and sorrow at the arrival of the end of the world were transmitted to the depths of the ancient Dream Saintess’brain without the slightest reduction.

“Open your eyes and look at this future carefully. Is this the future you want to create by sacrificing the lives of millions of rats?”

Meng Chao mumbled.