Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane! - Chapter 1159
Chapter 1159: Following the Clues
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes back at you.
When the Ancient Dream Saintess intruded into Meng Chao’s brain through his dreams, she had voluntarily released part of her brain port. Through a certain frequency of brain waves, she connected her brain to Meng Chao’s brain remotely.
Not to mention, she continuously read and copied information from the depths of Meng Chao’s brain.
A large amount of information contained within the ancient symbols was something that the current her simply could not understand. She could not even completely analyze it.
She could only gulp down and copy all the profound and complicated information, transferring them into her brain.
That meant even if Meng Chao mixed some kind of “mental virus” with the information, the Ancient Dream Saintess would not be able to discover it.
Thus, while the Ancient Dream Saintess copied and transmitted the ancient symbols without any distractions, her consciousness was activated.
The half of Meng Chao’s subconscious that was above the dream world silently activated the “mind virus” hidden within one of the ancient symbols.
In an instant, all sorts of sound, light, and electricity effects, as well as skin and environmental materials, were stripped away.
The true activity of the brain waves and nerve currents hidden under the dream world was revealed.
The Ancient Dream Saintess’ consciousness turned into a vortex formed by thousands of light threads.
This golden vortex was releasing thousands of tentacles and gently stabbing into the memory cells that Meng Chao had voluntarily sent, crazily devouring the data inside.
However, he did not expect that one of the data that contained his self-consciousness was also sucked into the golden vortex along with the mysterious and complicated ancient information.
Meng Chao was in a daze.
He felt his soul leaving his body.
This strand of his consciousness seemed to be dragged by a thin and long golden fishing line. It was drawn out of the space between his eyebrows and floated above his body.
Looking down, he could clearly “see” that his body was in a deep sleep.
His two eyeballs spun rapidly as if they were equipped with a miniature engine. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept pouring out of his forehead and evaporated by his burning skin in an instant.
His brain, stimulated by the Ancient Dream Saintess, was working on overdrive.
The golden thread that represented the Ancient Dream Saintess’ brain waves surged out of his glabella and extended toward the outside of the wounded soldier camp.
However, it did not directly lead to the Ancient Dream Saintess’ brain.
Instead, it led to the outside of the wounded soldier camp. In an independent tent, it entered the glabella of a high-level priest.
At that moment, Meng Chao was like an invisible ghost. He followed the golden thread and drifted into the tent.
He saw the high-ranking priest sitting cross-legged with his eyelids drooping as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.
His expression, however, was one of extreme pain.
His eyeballs spun faster than Meng Chao’s. On his burning forehead, he did not even have time to sweat. His sweat turned into green smoke and rose to the top of the tent. The entire tent was like a bathhouse, filled with hot mist.
It seemed that the Ancient Dream Saintess was not in the wounded soldiers’ camp. She was controlling the dream from a distance.
However, the high priest who was guarding the wounded soldiers’ camp was acting as her “springboard” and a brain wave amplifier in a certain sense.
The Ancient Dream Saintess’ will was projected into the high priest’s brain, and he was most likely “willing to sacrifice himself” first.
“Then, by burning the brain of the high priestess, the brain waves were greatly enhanced, making up for the loss of the transmission along the way. In the end, it was able to reach the brain of me and the other wounded soldiers.
“Even if we really encounter unexpected dangers in our dreams, or overused too much spirit energy, which resulted in the brain drying up or even spontaneous combustion, the brain of the high priestess will still be burned to ashes.
“The only thing that’ll be burned to ashes is the high priest’s brain!”
After understanding the other party’s arrangements, Meng Chao could not help but click his tongue in wonder.
Although the Turan civilization had degenerated to the age of the clan, the black technology passed down from their ancestors, which had already evolved into witchcraft, was really magical.
However, since half of his subconscious had already traced the clues to this place, such a small trick naturally could not escape his eyes.
Meng Chao was fully focused, and his brain waves rippled faintly, like a bat using ultrasound to scan the surrounding environment.
Soon, the scan reached the center of the high priest’s skull. A very sneaky golden thread surged out and floated into the metal frame on the top of the tent, disappearing.
Meng Chao’s consciousness was also entangled by the golden thought. It drilled into the metal frame and came out of the tent.
It turned out that after the metal frame drilled through the tent, it actually formed a small statue of the Rat God with big horns on it.
The dozens of big horns on the statue’s head shot up into the sky. They were like antennas, but also like cannons and accelerators that fired brain waves. They accelerated Meng Chao’s consciousness and shot out into the distance.
Meng Chao felt like he was traveling at lightning speed.
He traveled dozens of miles in a breath’s time.
He came to a stone forest with intersecting canine teeth.
There stood hundreds of ancient stone pillars.
He did not know what material they were made of. After enduring hundreds of millions of years of wind and rain, they were polished to the point that they were crystal clear like jade. They were exquisite and smooth, giving off a faint feeling that they were alive.
At the top of each stone pillar, there was a skeleton version of the Rat God statue.
The statues had different postures. Some sat cross-legged, some danced, while some held swords, spears, and halberds. They looked like they were angry and swearing to destroy the enemy.
No matter what the postures were, all the skeletons of the Rat God bloomed like flowers.
They were like antennas that were stretched to the limit.
Under the Rat God statue, there were hundreds of tents.
Countless scouts and messengers were riding on Mount Wolves. They moved in and out like worker ants and soldiers. They formed a huge battle net that covered the entire battlefield.
It should be the temporary headquarters of the Great Horn Army, where the Ancient Dream Saintess was personally guarding.
For some reason, Meng Chao, whose consciousness had descended there, felt extremely uncomfortable.
It was as if… someone was secretly spying on him.
Meng Chao was shocked.
He almost wanted to cut off the brain connection with the Ancient Dream Saintess at all costs and return his three souls and seven spirits to his body, so that his physical body could seize every second to escape the wounded barracks.
However, after waiting for a moment, the feeling of being spied on did not continue to grow.
The Ancient Dream Saintess did not seem to notice his arrival.
Meng Chao reacted quickly.
No one was watching him.
Instead, someone was watching the entire camp, the center of the Great Horn Army.
The skeleton rat statues on the stone pillars should be similar to antennas or signal amplifiers.
Together, they formed an extremely powerful and special magnetic field that enveloped the entire camp.
In the huge magnetic field, the Ancient Dream Saintess’ abilities could be used to the extreme.
However, the mastermind hidden further away wanted to use it to monitor the Ancient Dream Saintess’ every move, which became more convenient.
Realizing that, Meng Chao was even more cautious.
He compressed his consciousness to the extreme and mixed it with the massive amount of information analyzed by the ancient runes, just like a harmless seed.
He did not dare to release even half of the ripples and just allowed the Ancient Dream Saintess to manipulate him. He was dragged to the center of the stone forest, where an altar was set up at the entrance. On the altar stood the tent of the Big-horned Rat God statue.
In front of the altar, there were four high-level priests sitting cross-legged on the left and right. Their facial features were covered by masks. It was not clear whether they were meditating or sleeping, or whether they were opening their bright eyes and scanning their surroundings vigilantly.
At the entrance of the tent and around it, there were a total of ten extremely tall figures. Their muscles were not inferior to that of the clan warriors. Their skin that was emitting a metallic luster was painted with extremely gorgeous totems. There were rat warriors, whose battle armors were faintly discernible under the totems.
Meng Chao secretly called it a fluke.
Fortunately, he had thought of a way to communicate with the Ancient Dream Saintess through the dream realm.
If he wanted to sneak into the Ancient Dream Saintess’ tent and meet her the usual way, he would have to use his physical body to do so.
He did not know how to sneak through the iron walls formed by these high-level priests and elite warriors without being discovered and chopped into meat paste by them.
Even if he had a way to sneak in, he would probably be discovered by the mastermind behind the long-range surveillance.
As for now…
It was effortless.
His consciousness was dragged into the tent by the Ancient Dream Saintess.
The furnishings in the tent were very simple.
Other than a huge sand table and a few maps that were slightly different in detail, there was almost nothing else.
There was not even a chair or a bed.
There was only a statue of the Rat God carved out of ebony, inlaid with a large number of totem beast claws, teeth, bones, and seven-colored crystals.
The statue sat cross-legged, and there was a depression in its chest.
The Ancient Dream Saintess was lying quietly in the arms of the Rat God statue, like a baby curled up in its mother’s embrace.
