However, when the officer of the White Bone Camp asked all the new elites to sit in a circle around the white bone statue, calm down, clear their minds, and stare at the statue for a long time, an unbelievable scene gradually appeared in front of everyone.
In a trance, everyone 'saw' the white bone statue grow bigger and bigger.
At first, it was only half an arm tall, but it gradually grew to the height of a person.
Then, it grew to the height of four or five arms. Even the sturdiest elephant warrior was no match for it.
Finally, the white bone statue grew to the height of more than a hundred arms. It looked like an indomitable god.
The eyes that were condensed from everyone's blood were like the scorching sun at noon, which was unbearable to look at.
Logically speaking, since they were sitting around the white bone statue, there must be someone sitting behind the statue. They shouldn't be able to see the statue's eyes.
However, the rat people who were deeply attracted by the white bone statue seemed to see themselves sitting in front of the statue. They were enveloped by the scorching light that was as hot as magma from the bottom of the statue's eyes.
With a solemn and mysterious incantation that seemed to have come from ancient times, the huge statue moved!
Its eyes were like fountains, spurting thousands of red lights to every part of its body. They turned into red lines that looked like nerves and blood vessels, entangling the translucent bones that had a texture like white jade. Controlling the huge skeleton, the statue slowly raised its arms.
The white bone statue that was sitting cross-legged naturally only had two arms.
However, the hundreds of rat people warriors present all "saw" the white bone statue staring at them deeply and reaching its huge white bone palm to their heads.
Boom!
In an instant, deafening thunder echoed in the heads of all the rat people.
The world around them suddenly collapsed with the thunder.
What appeared in front of them were numerous horrifying ancient battlefields that were filled with cruel slaughter, blood flowed, and blood flowed.
Their consciousness turned into thousands of rays of light and connected to the countless soldiers who were fighting with all their might on the ancient battlefield.
In this way, they shared the senses of the soldiers so that they could personally experience the arduous battles and taste the pain of being burned by flames and stabbed by swords.
Of course, they had also awakened a lot of battle skills that had been hidden deep in their genes when they swung their sabers, spears, swords, halberds, warhammers, axes, maces, and morningstars to smash their enemies into pieces and make them bleed.
In reality.
The brains of almost all the newly-promoted elites were overloaded. Their brain cells trembled and expanded nonstop, like bubbles popping up in magma.
Smoke was spurting out of everyone's heads like chimneys.
Occasionally, some of them couldn't withstand the crazy influx of information. They grunted and fell down with blood flowing out of their eyes, nose, and mouth.
Immediately, they were silently dragged away by the White Bone Camp's officers.
The expressions on the faces of the remaining people kept changing.
Sometimes, they were gritting their teeth, sometimes, they were furious. Sometimes, they were in extreme pain, and sometimes, they were in extreme pain.
Judging from the high-frequency changes in their expressions, the flow of time that they sensed in a trance seemed to be ten times or even a hundred times slower than reality.
In reality, only half a night had passed.
In a trance, they had spent hundreds and thousands of bloody days and nights on the battlefield.
In fact, a lot of bloody wounds appeared on some people's skin, but in the blink of an eye, they scabbed over, fell off, and recovered.
The Other World with spirit energy had always been a world where consciousness could interfere with the physical world.
When the brains of the rat people continued being strengthened and upgraded.
Their bodies of flesh and blood had also gone through a series of perilous transformations.
All the warriors were immersed in the virtual battlefield and could not free themselves.
Only the two of them could still control their brains and bodies to a high degree.
Naturally, they were Meng Chao and the hailstorm.
The scene Meng Chao "saw" was completely different from that of the normal rat people.
In his eyes, the white bone statue was still the size of half an arm. It did not turn into a towering deity.
But this strange statue was like a doll that had been wound up. It slowly spread its arms and even its ribs started trembling violently at a high frequency and in a small range.
As the white bone statue trembled at a high frequency, waves that were similar to brain waves spread out and surged into the rat people's brains.
Meng Chao had discovered similar instantaneous information transfer technology in his totem armor.
By the looks of it, these two technologies were of the same origin. They were both created by the ancient Turanians.
This sort of battle teaching device that was similar to brainwave sharing could effectively make up for the lack of genetic inheritance and innate writing.
Besides …
Meng Chao narrowed his eyes and observed the area above the white bone statue without batting an eyelid.
He could vaguely sense an endless stream of information descending from the sky. It first surged into the white bone statue's body, then turned into spirit energy ripples that were similar to brain waves and surged into the rat people's brains.
Meng Chao came to a realization.
He now knew what the statue with all its bones spread out and its limbs stretched out was.
It was an antenna and a signal amplifier.
It could help the remote commander in the distance transmit the meticulously compiled information to countless burning brains in an instant!
However, Meng Chao did not know for the time being who was sending the information from the other end of the sky above the antenna.
Was it the Ancient Dream Holy Lady?
Or was it Canus the Jackal?
Dawn was about to arrive, and the frenzied transfer of information about the massacre finally came to an end.
Dozens of rat people could not withstand the bombardment of the large amount of information, and they fell before dawn.
The remaining hundreds of rat people warriors slowly woke up from their long dreams. After a moment of sluggishness, they all sensed the changes that had happened to their bodies.
Their senses became sharper, and they could see and hear countless things that were blurry and unfathomable in the past.
Many of them became stronger. Their speed and jumping ability also increased visibly. When they swung their weapons, the howls they released were also sharper and fiercer than before.
Some of them even learned how to control Wargs in their long dreams.
Compared to yesterday, they had completely turned into veterans who had survived hundreds of battles and were not afraid of death!
Of course, they had to pay a heavy price for such a frenzied transfer of information.
Many of the rat people's brains were damaged. Even now, they still felt as if they were being cut by axes, and their eyelids and lips twitched nonstop.
It was very easy for this sort of warrior to lose control on the battlefield and turn into slaves to the desire to kill and totem power.
But even if they knew that there would be such side effects, no one would care.
Just like how no one would care if they would suddenly turn into a human-shaped fireball after drinking the godly medicine that the Rat God had bestowed upon them.
Honestly speaking, in the history of the rat people being bullied and humiliated for ten thousand years, burning their lives and turning into dazzling flames and light was the most exhilarating and glorious way to die.
The officer of the White Bone Camp told these rat people that they had already passed the Rat God's final trial in the cruel dream, and had officially become a member of the White Bone Camp.
If this was any other time, they would have held a grand ceremony so that they would be welcomed by all the officers, priests, veterans, and even the Ancient Dream Saintess herself.
But now, the military situation was urgent. A large group of reinforcements from the Wolf Tribe was rushing to Hundred Blade City.
They had to arrive at the preset ambush battlefield before noon, and work together with the main force of the White Bone Camp. They would crush the Wolf Tribe's fighting spirit in an unstoppable manner!
In order to make every second count, this newly formed elite rat people battle team immediately set off.
Even the secret medicine and the Datura Fruits mixed with totem beast fat were replenished while they ran.
Fortunately, everyone in the battle team was the cream of the crop among the rat people.
Furthermore, they had just experienced at least a hundred difficult battles in a daze last night.
Compared to the battlefield in the dream where severed limbs flew all over the sky, where mountains of corpses and seas of blood were burned by raging flames, it was a hundred times more tragic than hell.
Regardless of whether it was traversing mountains or swimming with weapons, it was as easy and pleasant as a field trip.
The scorching sun hung high in the sky, and noon arrived. This elite rat people battle team arrived at the preset ambush battlefield.
It was thirty miles west of Hundred Blade City, and it was a dense forest next to a group of intersecting stone pillars that had been smashed into pieces by the long dried up river.
Actually, passing through the stone pillars was the shortcut to reinforce Hundred Blade City.
But the environment within the stone pillars was too complicated.
The stone pillars, which seemed thick enough for three to five people to wrap their arms around, had been eroded by the passage of millions of years.
Even if the Turan warriors attacked with their bare hands, they could cause the stone pillars to collapse and cause a chain reaction.
It was impossible for the reinforcements from the Wolf Tribe to pass through the stone pillars.
Otherwise, they would have to face the risk of being utterly defeated.
On one side of the stone pillars was a mountain range that towered into the clouds.
The dense forest on the other side was a path that they had to pass through.
Meng Chao, the ice storm, and hundreds of rat people who had just joined the White Bone Camp and were so filled with fighting spirit that they wanted to burn through the sky were lying in ambush in the swamps in the depths of the forest.
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