Chapter 1210: A Close Call

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Meng Chao felt that it was possible to achieve this.

A telepathic transmission targeted at an individual was much clearer and more stable than a large-scale brainwave broadcast.

The only question was who should be chosen as the target of their telepathic transmission.

This person should play a crucial role in the Great Horn Army. It was enough to decide the actions and even the life and death of thousands of rat people elites.

If it was difficult to find such a person, he should at least target the strongest core unit of the Great Horn Army, the elite soldiers of the White Bone Battalion.

Through him, he could influence more elite soldiers of the White Bone Battalion.

On the other hand, the Ancient Dream Saintess was willing to sacrifice her life to stimulate every single cell in her brain to its limit. It would not last for long.

Meng Chao could feel her brain heating up again.

No matter how much frost Ice Storm condensed to cool it down, it would not be able to stop her brain from turning into lava bit by bit.

Perhaps in the next second, her brain would explode like fireworks.

He was destined to not have much time to convince an unknown White Bone Battalion elite.

He had to find someone who would listen to his every word and trust him absolutely.

Only then could he explain everything clearly in just a few words.

Did such a person exist?

Such a person..

Meng Chao’s mind raced, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

“Ancient Dream Saintess, can you hear me? Such a large-scale brain wave broadcast is useless. We are too far away from the main force, and the interference from the outside is too severe. We are shouting at the top of our lungs here, piercing through the rock layers, and transmitting into the brains of the rat warriors dozens of miles away. All that’s left is squeaking!

“Therefore, we must focus all of our spirit energy on the same target!

“The target must be an elite of the White Bone Battalion. After all, the battalion is the Great Horn Army’s core. As long as the White Bone Battalion is intact… No, as long as half of the White Bone Battalion can be pulled out, even if one-third of the seasoned soldiers break out of the encirclement, the rat rebellion will not fail, and the Great Horn Army will not be destroyed!

“Furthermore, he must possess extraordinary strength and unfathomable potential. It would be best if he had learned how to control his own vitality magnetic field. Only then would he be able to withstand the barrage of brain waves. He might even turn himself into a relay station and a signal amplifier, directing our thoughts to the surrounding White Bone Battalion elites.

“I have a candidate, but I don’t know whether he is dead or alive, where he is, or whether he is with the other elites of the White Bone Battalion. However, I can give it a try. I have to give it a try!

“His name is Leaf. Do you remember him, Ancient Dream Saintess?

“I know that there must be hundreds of rat soldiers in the Great Horn Army and even the White Bone Battalion named Leaf. It is the most common name, but he is different from the others. You have been in contact with him before, and you will never forget him.

“His flesh and bones are amazingly flexible and malleable. He can turn his hands and feet into rubber and springs, which can be extended and bent at will. His hands and feet can even be extended to three to five times their original length.

“It is said that the ability originated from a cave deep in the forest of his hometown. He once saw a mysterious mural in the cave with his brother.

“Do you have an impression, Ancient Dream Saintess? If you can accurately locate Leaf, there’s still hope for our future!”

The Ancient Dream Saintess was still struggling in the vortex of thoughts that had formed when “Jackal” Kanus detonated the fear bomb.

At this time, the black turbulence had already swallowed her neck, chin, and mouth, making her unable to make any sound or respond to Meng Chao’s question.

However, she still struggled to wave her arms and flick her fingers, as if she was performing complex and delicate operations on thousands of images in the void.

The countless images hanging above the fog began to rotate.

At first, the rotation speed was extremely slow, like a machine that was slowly starting up.

However, very soon, the afterimages of the images that were rapidly rotating and dragging out turned into shining bands of light.

The bands of light intertwined with each other, and they could no longer see the details of each main view.

Even thousands of different voices converged into a noisy “buzz buzz buzz buzz.”

The Ancient Dream Saintess was doing her best to squeeze out the last bit of power from her last brain cell and quickly search the vast database of brain waves.

She was searching for the brain wave characteristics of Leaf, whom Meng Chao had mentioned, so that they could achieve point-to-point spirit connection and transmission.

An unknown amount of time passed.

It took so long that the Ancient Dream Saintess’ fragmented soul was about to be completely devoured by the brain storm caused by the fear bomb.

The rotating speed of the intersecting light and shadow finally slowed down.

The glittering images became clear again.

Most of the images from the main view were hidden behind the fog.

The remaining dozens of images became larger and brighter, enough for Meng Chao to see every detail in the depths of the images.

In a few of the images, there were people who were completely unrelated.

They should be people from the White Bone Battalion with the same name as Leaf.

However, in one of the images in the corner, Meng Chao saw a pair of unusually familiar hands and ten slender fingers.

Those were Leaf’s hands!

As a veteran Reaper, Meng Chao paid much more attention to his hands than any other organs in his body.

When he was teaching Leaf the martial arts concepts from Dragon City, Meng Chao had repeatedly told the rat youth that only by cultivating his ten fingers to the point where they could be flexible could he precisely control all kinds weapons, including sabers, spears, swords, halberds, and short guns, crack all kinds of complicated mechanisms. Plus, if the enemy had firm control over his four limbs, he could escape in an incredible way.

Leaf listened to Meng Chao’s words.

From that day on, he had been following the method taught by Meng Chao, bending and stretching his hands repeatedly with a strength that was close to crushing bones.

In addition, he had inherited the frescoes from his childhood in the mysterious cave.

His ten fingers were one-third longer than that of ordinary rats. His little finger was almost the same size as his ring finger. His fingers seemed thin and weak, but if you looked carefully, you could see bundles of tendons and muscles wrapped around the joints of his fingers, they were even more powerful than the Lightning clan’s eagle claws.

Meng Chao could not have mistaken such a pair of hands with such distinctive features.

The more direct evidence was that just as the Ancient Dream Saintess located Leaf and zoomed in on his main view, Meng Chao clearly heard Leaf’s distraught voice from deep within his brain.

“Reaper, where are you?!”

…

At that moment, Leaf was facing the greatest crisis in his life.

After going through so many battles, he had already become an elite warrior. However, it was as if he had returned to his hometown where the recruitment team massacred. However, all his strength had been drained, and he could only watch helplessly as his hometown was burned to the ground, when all his relatives and friends had been massacred.

In front of him was a White Bone Battalion war flag that was crooked and riddled with holes.

As if the flag had been soaked in too much blood, the heavy flag was too heavy for the flagpole to bear. The flag fell into the stinky soil with a creaking sound.

Leaf looked passed the war flag with his shivering eyes, and he observed the two groups of people who were confronting each other in front of him.

They were all tough men with fierce faces, strong backs, and muscular waists. Their bodies looked like they were made of steel and iron, and there were scars on their scars.

The thirty six thousand pores on their bodies were like boiling boilers, constantly shooting out murderous and murderous auras that could be seen with the naked eye.

Many people had already unsheathed their battle sabers that were stained with blood. Their saber lights were flickering like hungry dragons.

There were also people whose muscles were taut and weighed hundreds of pounds. Their battle hammers and battle axes, which were embedded with steel thorns and iron tumors, were jumping on their muscles that were like explosives.

Such a murderous team was like an evil spirit that had crawled out from the depths of Hell. Even the fully-armed wolf cavalrymen would probably avoid them when they saw them and make a fuss about it.

However, at this moment, all the sharp blades that should have been aimed at the wolves, tigers, and leopards were all aimed at each other.

Many of the White Bone Battalion’s old brothers had followed the Ancient Dream Saintess all the way to the north and risked their lives to fight until the dawn before the Great Horn Army’s formation. However, they were now aiming their fierce swords and sabers at the comrades in front of them, whom they had fought side by side countless times.

These White Bone Battalion’s elites, who had not been able to kill the Blood Hoof Clan’s barbaric charge and the Gold Clan’s claws and teeth, were now at daggers drawn. Every hair on their bodies was like a sharp blade unsheathed, and they seemed to be at odds with each other.. They were about to perish together with the other party.