Chapter 1135 - Ambush
Chapter 1135: Ambush
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
However, when the officers of the White Bone Battalion asked all the newly-promoted elites to sit around the white bone statue in a circle and focus their attention on the statue for a long time, an unbelievable scene slowly appeared before everyone’s eyes.
In a trance, everyone “saw” that the white bone statue was getting bigger and bigger.
From the height of half an arm at the beginning, it gradually enlarged to the height of a person.
Then, it grew to the height of four or five arms, which was far from even the most burly barbarian elephant warrior.
Finally, the height of the white bone statue exceeded a hundred arms, as if it was an indomitable god.
The eyes that were formed from the blood of the crowd were more like the scorching sun at noon.
Logically speaking, since they were sitting around the white bone statue, there must be someone sitting on the back of the statue and should not be able to see the statue’s eyes.
However, the rat warriors who were deeply attracted to the white bone statue seemed to see that they were sitting directly opposite the statue and were enveloped by the hot magma-like light that was released from the bottom of the statue’s eyes.
Along with a solemn and mysterious incantation that seemed to come from ancient times, the huge statue actually moved!
Its eyes were like fountains, spewing out thousands of wisps of red light to all parts of its body, turning into red threads that were like nerves and blood vessels, twining around the sparkling and translucent bones that had a texture like white jade, controlling the enormous skeleton, it slowly raised its arms.
The statue that was sitting cross-legged naturally only had two arms.
However, the hundreds of rat warriors present “saw” that the statue was staring at them and extending its enormous hands toward the top of their heads.
Boom!
In an instant, earsplitting thunder echoed in their minds.
The world around them collapsed along with the thunder.
What appeared in front of them was one brutal ancient battlefield after another, with blood flowing everywhere.
Their consciousness turned into thousands of rays of light and connected to the countless soldiers fighting on the ancient battlefield.
By using this method, they could share the senses of the soldiers and experience the arduous battles and the pain of being burned by flames and stabbed by swords.
Of course, they were also in the process of swinging their swords, spears, halberds, war hammers, battle axes, spiked clubs, and meteor hammers to smash the enemy into pieces. They awakened a large number of combat skills that were already hidden deep in their genes.
And in reality…
Almost all of the newly advanced elite brains were overloaded. Their brain cells were constantly trembling and expanding, like bubbles in magma.
Smoke was spewing from the top of everyone’s heads like chimneys.
From time to time, someone could not withstand the massive amount of information pouring into them. With a muffled groan, blood flowed out of their seven orifices and they fell to the ground.
They were immediately dragged away silently by the White Bone Battalion’s officers.
The expressions of the remaining people kept changing.
Sometimes they gritted their teeth, sometimes they were angry, sometimes they were in great pain, and sometimes they revealed the calmness of surviving a disaster.
Judging from the high-frequency changes in their expressions, they felt that the flow of time in their trance seemed to be ten or even a hundred times slower than in reality.
In reality, it was only half a night.
In their trance, they had spent hundreds of bloody and cruel days and nights on the battlefield.
There were even people whose skin was bleeding profusely at a speed visible to the naked eye, but in the blink of an eye, they were scabbed, peeled off, and restored to their original state.
The Other World that possessed spirit power was a world where consciousness could strongly interfere with matter.
When the brains of the rat warriors were constantly strengthened and upgraded, their bodies of flesh and blood also underwent a series of extremely dangerous transformations.
All the warriors were trapped in the virtual battlefield and could not extricate themselves.
Only two people were still able to control their brains and bodies at a high level.
Naturally, it was Meng Chao and Ice Storm.
What Meng Chao “saw” was completely different from the ordinary rat warriors.
In his eyes, the white bone statue was still the size of half an arm, and it had not become an indomitable god or demon.
However, this strange statue was indeed like a toy that had been wound up. It slowly opened its arms and even its ribs. It began to vibrate violently at an extremely high frequency and a very small amplitude.
Following the high frequency vibration of the white bone statue, wisps of brainwave-like ripples spread out and surged into the brains of the mouse warriors.
Meng Chao had also discovered such a massive amount of instantaneous information transmission technology in the totem armor.
It seemed that the two technologies were of the same origin, and they had both been created by the ancient Turan people.
Such a battle teaching device that was similar to “brain wave sharing” could effectively make up for the lack of “genetic inheritance or innate writing.”
Besides….
Narrowing his eyes, Meng Chao observed the top of the bone statue quietly.
He vaguely sensed that an endless stream of information was pouring into the bone statue’s body and into the rat people’s brains like brain waves.
Meng Chao suddenly realized something.
He knew what the bone statue, which had all its bones spread open, was exactly.
It was an “antenna” and a “signal amplifier.”
It could help the remote-controlled commander in the distance transmit the carefully compiled information to countless burning brains in an instant!
However, Meng Chao was not sure who was sending the information on the other side of the sky above the “antenna.”
Was it the Ancient Dream Saintess?
Or was it “Jackal” Kanus?
Dawn was approaching. The crazed indoctrination of the killing information had finally come to an end.
Dozens of rat warriors could not withstand the bombardment of the massive amount of information and collapsed before dawn.
The remaining hundreds of rat warriors slowly woke up from the long dream. After a moment of dullness, they all felt the changes that had happened to their bodies.
Their senses had become sharper. They could see and hear countless things that were vague and unpredictable in the past.
Many people’s strength had increased, and their speed and jumping ability had increased visibly. The whistling sounds they made when they brandished their swords were also fiercer than before.
There were even people who had learned skills like riding a wolf in the long dream.
Compared with yesterday, they had completely transformed into veterans who had survived hundreds of battles and were not afraid of death!
Of course, such crazy indoctrination would definitely require a heavy price.
Many of the rat subjects’ brain regions had been destroyed. Even now, it was still as painful as a giant ax chopping down. It made the corners of their eyes and mouths to twitch non-stop.
Such a warrior would easily lose control on the battlefield and become a slave of the desire to kill and the power of totems.
However, even if they knew beforehand that there would be such side effects, no one would care.
Just like how no one would care if after drinking the divine medicine given to them by the Rat God, they would suddenly turn into a burning human-shaped fireball.
To be honest, in the rat people’s history of being bullied for close to ten thousand years, burning their lives and turning them into incomparably bright flames and light was the most enjoyable and glorious way to die.
The White Bone Batallion officers told the rat warriors that they had passed the Rat God’s final trial in the cruel dream and officially became members of the batallion.
Normally, a grand ceremony should be held so that they would be welcomed by all the officers, priests, veterans, and even the Ancient Dream Saintess herself.
Now, however, the military situation was urgent. A large-scale reinforcement army from the Wolf Clan was rushing to Hundred Blade City at night.
They had to arrive at the pre-planned ambush battlefield before noon and work with the White Bone Battalion’s main forces to crush the Wolf Clan’s will in an unstoppable manner!
In order to seize every second, this newly established elite Rat Clan battle team immediately set off.
Even the mandrake fruit, which had been replenished with secret medicines and mixed with the fat of totem beasts, was also carried out while running.
Fortunately, all the members of the battle team were the cream of the crop among the Rat Clan.
Moreover, they had just gone through at least a hundred tough battles in a trance last night.
Compared with the battlefield in the dream where broken limbs flew everywhere and mountains of corpses and seas of blood were burned by the flames, it was a hundred times more tragic than Hell.
Regardless of whether it was climbing mountains or crossing armed boats, it was as easy and enjoyable as an outing.
The sun was high in the sky, and noon had arrived. This elite rat squad had arrived at the predetermined ambush battlefield.
It was more than thirty miles west of Hundred Blade City. It was a dense forest beside a group of stone pillars that had been shattered by a large river that had long dried up.
Actually, passing through the group of stone pillars was the shortcut to support Hundred Blade City.
However, the environment within the group of stone pillars was too complicated.
The stone pillars that looked as thick as three or five people hugging each other had long been eroded by hundreds of millions of years.
Even the bare-handed attacks of the Turan warriors could cause the stone pillars to collapse and trigger a chain reaction.
It was impossible for the Wolf Clan’s reinforcements to pass through the group of stone pillars.
Otherwise, they would face the risk of being defeated.
On one side of the pillars was a mountain range that towered into the clouds.
On the other side was a dense forest that they had to pass through.
Meng Chao, Ice Storm, and hundreds of Rat Clan warriors, who had just joined the White Bone Battalion and were so full of fighting spirit that they wanted to burn through the sky, were hiding in the mud deep in the forest.