Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane! Chapter 1182 - Escape The Nightmare

Chapter 1182 - Escape The Nightmare

It was unknown whether Meng Chao's words were effective, or Ka.n.u.s, the Jackal, had acted in a hurry and could not completely control the Ancient Dream Saintess' entire brain like he had done in her previous life.

The Ancient Dream Saintess' subconscious finally broke free from the momentary confusion and collapse.

The tentacles that surrounded her like a neural network and even the "balloon jellyfish" behind the tentacles began to burn, withering and falling off amidst the screeching sounds.

The white bone armor around the Ancient Dream Saintess became crystal clear again and was as hard as iron.

Her body grew larger and larger.

Although she was far from being able to fight against the Zombie Rat G.o.d, she was not so easy to be controlled by the latter.

The Ancient Dream Saintess turned her head and stared at Meng Chao.

Then, she raised her arm and slashed down ruthlessly.

An invisible giant blade whistled out from between her fingers and instantly split open the entire sea of blood.

A white bridge rose up from the depths of the Sea of blood. It extended from under the ancient Dream Saintess'palm all the way to Meng Chao's feet and then to the horizon at the end of the Sea of blood.

If one looked carefully, this bridge was actually formed by tens of thousands of skeleton rats!

Even though they had lost all their flesh and blood.

These skeleton rats still gritted their teeth and tightly bound each other's bones. They were like bridges that could support the entire sky, but also like battle sabers that could split the entire land.

The ancient Dream Saintess seemed to have used this method to show Meng Chao that he was right.

Even if the big horn rat G.o.d did not exist.

The hatred and anger of tens of thousands of rat people were real and extremely powerful.

Now, she was going to use this power to tear apart this nightmare and send Meng Chao out!

Boom! Crack!

Sensing the ancient Dream Saintess'intention, the zombie rat G.o.d put on a shocked and angry expression. His rotten facial features kept squirming, making him look even more hideous.

Deep in the Sea of blood, deep-water bombs kept exploding, creating hundreds of meters long blood pillars.

The pillars of blood were broken into pieces in midair, as if they had turned into wet, sticky tentacles that were covered with octopus suckers and were sweeping toward Meng Chao.

Pushed by the white bone bridge under his feet, Meng Chao was as fast as lightning. Although he had narrowly avoided the tentacles, he was gradually moving further and further away from the ancient Dream Saintess.

"Hold on. Believe in your own strength. Believe in the strength of millions of rats. Believe... In Our Strength!"

Meng Chao knew that "Hu Lang"ka.n.u.s must have done a lot of things to the brain of the ancient Dream Saintess in the past few years.

His subconscious stayed in the depths of the ancient Dream Saintess'brain, so he was definitely no match for "Hu Lang"ka.n.u.s who suddenly attacked.

Therefore, he made up his mind and made escaping from this nightmare his first goal.

However, it wasn't easy to achieve such a goal.

That was because the zombie rat G.o.d's overwhelming demonic palm had emerged from the surging sea of blood and clawed at Meng Chao.

In the nightmare, each finger of the zombie rat G.o.d was at least hundreds of meters long. It could not be measured by normal logic in the real world.

When it blocked Meng Chao, it was as if the entire land at the bottom of the sea suddenly rose up and turned into an iron wall that was parallel to the sea and reached the sky.

When such an iron wall collapsed toward Meng Chao, there was no way for him to avoid it.

Meng Chao's subconscious was about to be firmly grasped in the palm of the zombie rat G.o.d.

Suddenly, Meng Chao had a splitting headache. Something exploded in the depths of his brain, turning into two burning sharp blades that shot out from the depths of his eyes. It actually poked two transparent holes in the palm of the Zombie Rat G.o.d!

It was... The Kindling!

Meng Chao stared at the depths of his brain with both surprise and joy.

That cl.u.s.ter of heavenly flames that had revived and brightened again!

Ever since the battle on the peak of the G.o.d of fog mountain with Lu Siya, who had turned into a forest banshee after being corroded by the mother's fragments, he had been forced to jump off a cliff and escape along the raging Tiger River.

The mysterious kindling that Meng Chao had brought back from the apocalyptic flames to his high school days had been in a dormant state.

No matter how he summoned it, he could not activate it, nor could he acc.u.mulate, calculate, and exchange contribution points to increase his ability.

Meng Chao estimated that this was because the operation of the flame seed required a large amount of life potential.

At that time, he was in a situation where he had yet to recover from his serious injuries and was on the verge of death.

If the flame seed continued to operate at an extremely high intensity, not only would it not be able to increase his combat strength, but it might even suck him to death.

That was why the Tinder had been in hibernation and had been making long-term plans.

At this moment, his strength had long recovered and even broken through the peak of the Monster War period.

Then, he encountered "Jackal"ka.n.u.s who tried to use the zombie rat G.o.d in his nightmare to invade his brain.

Finally, he triggered the Tinder's self-defense mechanism and activated it!

[ the Tinder is leveling up. Leveling up progress: 1% ... 3% ... 7% ... ]

The Strange Flame turned into a line of dancing dragons and phoenixes. The s.h.i.+ning small words kept flas.h.i.+ng in Meng Chao's vision, making him feel refreshed. He was so happy that he wanted to cry.

Although he was unable to mobilize the power of the Tinder for the time being.

Meng Chao had already mustered 120,000% of his courage. He was confident that he could deal with "Hu Lang"Ka.n.u.s and the powerful experts from the other world in the memory fragments of his previous life.

With his mind racing, he opened his arms in the direction of the Zombie Rat G.o.d.

His arms were like cannon barrels, while the 'cannonb.a.l.l.s'were condensed from the apocalyptic flames that could destroy the world.

"Have a taste of the apocalypse that you created!"

Meng Chao mumbled to himself.

Then, he aimed at the forehead of the zombie rat G.o.d and 'fired'.

If what was hiding behind the zombie rat G.o.d was really the will of 'Jackal'ka.n.u.s...

Then, Meng Chao believed that the current 'Jackal'ka.n.u.s must have experienced the burning of his nerves and cells by the flames of the Apocalypse, not even a single strand of his gene chain was left behind.

Meng Chao believed that even ka.n.u.s, who was known as the 'Doomsday Wolf'in the future, might not be able to withstand the pain of the real Apocalypse and the destruction of everything.

Not to mention that the scheme had not succeeded yet. Ka.n.u.s, who was still hiding his claws and teeth, was far from reaching the peak of the 'Jackal'realm.

As expected, when the doomsday flames reached the glabella of the zombie rat G.o.d.

The seemingly majestic and terrifying demon G.o.d could not resist at all. His rotting and swollen head was instantly pierced through by the flames.

The brain matter that had already turned into black gel inside was also creaking and turning into charcoal under the burning flames.

The surging blood sea suddenly became unreal.

It was difficult to describe Meng Chao's feeling at this moment.

It was as if he was in a three-dimensional, boundless, and incomparably violent sea of blood. No matter which direction he swam in, he would be swept back to the center of the blood sea by the surging waves.

At this moment, the surging blood sea had gradually changed from a three-dimensional to a two-dimensional. It had changed from a three-dimensional maze to a mottled picture scroll.

He was like a bug trapped in the picture scroll.

Although he couldn't find a way out of the picture scroll.

He could gnaw a wormhole on the picture scroll and escape from the picture scroll from above or below.

That was exactly what Meng Chao did.

The bridge of bones that the ancient Dream Saintess had built for him, the flames of the apocalypse deep in his memories from his previous life, and his will to fight in the future -- the three intersected like an indestructible drill, he dug out a way to escape from the nightmare. It was as if a black vortex had suddenly appeared in the surging sea of blood.

Then, Meng Chao's subconscious was sucked into the vortex and quickly fell into a weightless state. He lost his sense of time and s.p.a.ce.

He did not know how long he had fallen in the darkness.

The intense dizziness made him jump up from the hospital bed and retch loudly.

He vomited until his face was red and his neck was thick. The corners of his eyes were filled with bean-sized tears. His entire body was in pain as though it was being p.r.i.c.ked by Needles. There was also the sound of his heart beating like a war drum. Only then did Meng Chao realize that he had gotten rid of the layers of nightmares, he had returned to the real world, inside his own body.

Meng Chao was still worried.

He first searched his entire body to ensure that all of his whiskers and tails were intact. Every limb and every organ maintained vigorous vitality. The spiritual veins in his body were un.o.bstructed, without any obstruction or loopholes.

Then, he closed his eyes and carefully recalled everything that had happened to him from the time he was babbling to the time when he was still a student, to the time when he was brilliant at the end of the Monster War, and what happened after he drifted to Tulanze, he made sure that his memory was not missing, and it did not seem to be mixed with anything strange -- for example, when he was young, he had met the big-horned rat G.o.d, and it was the big-horned rat G.o.d who had given him the Tinder.

Only then did he let out a sigh of relief.

He confirmed that his body of flesh and blood had not suffered any backlash from his subconscious.

His brain had not been polluted by the mysterious power.

At least, not yet.