Chapter 1209: Brain Wave Broadcast

At the same time that Meng Chao screamed in his heart, about one-tenth of the hundreds and thousands of images that surrounded him shook slightly.

It was as though a stone had been thrown into a pond, creating circular ripples.

Meng Chao could clearly sense that the owner of these images was blinking rapidly, and a confused voice emerged from the bottom of his heart.

“Who-Who is speaking?”

Meng Chao was stunned.

“You… can hear my voice?”

Although it was ridiculous, Meng Chao still probed.

The main view continued to tremble. It was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry, like a window full of raindrops.

“Who-Who is it?”

Meng Chao seemed to hear thousands of confused and surprised voices coming from all directions simultaneously.

The views were spinning desperately.

It was obvious that the owners of the point of views were spinning their heads rapidly. They were scouring their surroundings like frightened birds, trying to find the person they were talking to.

Yet, no matter how hard they tried, they could not find anything, because no one could have imagined that the voice come would directly from the depths of their brain.

To be more precise, it came from the sky, pierced through their skulls, and entered their central nervous system.

However, when Meng Chao tried to express something more complex and more clearly, he felt as if he had dived to the bottom of the sea tens of thousands of meters deep.

It was like trying to transmit sound waves through the pressure of several billion tons of seawater, which was enough to crush a main battle tank into a discus.

No matter how much he screamed, the sound waves that eventually reached the other side of the screen had become fragmented and indistinct. By then, his voice resembled flying insects flapping their wings and creating “buzzing” murmurs.

Presumably, those, from whom the views originated, could only hear “ee ooo weee.” There was no way to piece together anything useful from the noise.

“In other words, in other words…”

Anyway, Meng Chao was greatly encouraged.

Although he had not yet been able to communicate directly with thousands of rat soldiers, but he could roughly understand what was going on.

First, a near-death breakthrough for the Ancient Dream Saintess had dramatically improved telepathy—at least temporarily—at the expense of rapidly overdrawing her life.

Now, she could not only communicate with the rat warriors in her dreams, but she could also communicate with some of the rat warriors through the transmission of brain waves while they were awake. That allowed them to interact with visual, audio, and even mental data.

As for himself, he had the iron will forged by the flames of Armageddon. With the Kindling’s blessing, he had also learned about the specialties of the Supernatural Entities, such as the Demonic Abyss Eye and Tree of Wisdom from his interactions with them.

In terms of mental strength, Meng Chao believed that he was no less powerful than some of the gods.

When his brain was connected to the Ancient Dream Saintess’ brain domain, it was possible to use her telepathic ability to transmit his will to the rat soldiers dozens of miles away!

“Is this what you want me to do, Ancient Dream Saintess?”

Meng Chao stared at the little girl in the depths of the whirlpool and murmured, “Even though you’re seriously injured and your brain is swollen to the point that it is about to explode, you are still willing to burn every single brain cell in your body to activate greater telepathic power.

“However, this is also your limit.

“Although you have used your enhanced telepathic abilities to connect to the brains of countless conscious rat soldiers, you can only receive the brain waves that are rippling out from their cerebrum. You are unable to convert what you see, hear, and think into surging data streams that are transmitted into their brains through brain waves.

“That’s why you need my help.

“You need to make use of my brain, my brain waves, and my spirit energy to give orders to the thousands of rat soldiers and tell them that you’re not dead yet and that the Great Horn Army hasn’t lost hope.

“You want me to broadcast my brain waves to all the members of the Great Horn Army who haven’t given up yet, right?”

Deep inside the vortex, the eyes of the struggling little girl with four pupils instantly lit up.

The communication of thoughts was not limited by language.

Even though she did not understand the words “brain wave” and “broadcast,” she still understood what Meng Chao meant.

Through Meng Chao’s incessant expression of thoughts, she instantly understood what he meant.

She nodded desperately and extended her arm to Meng Chao as much as she could.

Meng Chao extended his mental tentacles toward the center of the swirl too.

He did not know how much it would cost to order the brains of several thousand rat soldiers on the battlefield within a hundred miles. It was similar to “brain wave broadcasting” in a way.

Would it cause his brain to bleed and swell like that of the Ancient Dream Saintess?

It could even spontaneously combust and burn every single brain cell into dust.

He only knew that this was the only chance to reverse the future.

He had been reborn from the apocalypse and fought his way all the way here. He had saved the Ancient Dream Saintess and given her a chance to make a “near-death breakthrough.” There had to be a reason!

Finally…

Just as Meng Chao felt that his brain was about to combust…

The tips of their fingers lightly touched each other in the ocean of thoughts.

Boom!

Meng Chao heard another earth-shattering roar coming from the depths of his brain.

The scenes from the thousands of main views around him became clearer, more vivid, and more three-dimensional.

It was like a movie theater that had originally been shrouded in fog, but it was playing a two-dimensional version of an ordinary movie now.

It had become a three-dimensional virtual reality that was both illusory and real.

He was no longer sitting in the audience.

Instead… he entered the minds of several thousand rat people at the same time and observed the entire process of the Great Horn Army’s collapse from thousands of angles.

He even experienced plenty of feelings and emotions that were born from wounds, hunger, helplessness, fear, and despair at the same time.

It was an indescribable, weird experience that would not even appear in the most abyssal nightmare.

It was as if thousands of souls had been stuffed into his body, his brain, and every single one of his brain cells.

No wonder the big-headed monster babies needed such a big head.

Meng Chao bared his teeth while his imagination ran wild. If an ordinary person received so many sensory and emotional data at the same time, their brain would definitely spontaneously combust or even explode at the first moment.

However, before he could react and endure the intense pain of his brain exploding, he had already spoken to the thousands of rat warriors.

His consciousness was suddenly ejected.

From the virtual world where he experienced the same thing, he bounced back to the “cinema” shrouded in mist.

At the center of the vortex, the Ancient Dream Saintess revealed an even more pained expression. Her face became paler and paler. From her neck to her chin, she was swallowed by darkness. Only half of her face and half of her arm were left, and she was barely able to keep herself outside of the vortex.

“Is this not enough?”

Meng Chao contemplated with a splitting headache. “The Ancient Dream Saintess and I have personalities, as well as souls, that are independent of each other. Our spirit energy cannot be perfectly fused together to push her telepathic ability, but we can still broadcast our brain waves to thousands of rat warriors.

“After all, the area under the Great Horn Army’s control is too large. The rat warriors are too spread out, and most of the high-level priests are under Kanus’ control.

“The cunning Wolf King is also implanting the image of a zombie Rat God into the rat warriors’ minds through the high-level priests, destroying their will to resist.

“In such a situation, our brain wave broadcasting will certainly be seriously disrupted. It will be very difficult to transmit clear, effective, and operational commands to the brains of all the rat soldiers.

“Besides, even if we can speak in the minds of several thousand rat soldiers, how can we convince them that this is the will of the Ancient Dream Saintess and not the bewitchment of some evil god?

“It should be known that from last night until today, the entire Great Horn Army seemed to be immersed in a nightmare that they would never wake up from. The bloody illusions that the rat warriors saw and the extremely weird murmurs that they heard were too many. They were so many that they could not tell what was reality, what was fake, and who they should believe.

“Unless…

“We narrow the range of the brain wave broadcasting.

“No, no, no. We shouldn’t be doing the brain wave broadcasting at all. Instead, we should focus our limited spirit energy on a few rat warriors.. Only then can we resist the interference and achieve point-to-point wireless connection of the brain, as well as high-speed transmission of data!”