EndlessFantasy Translation

  EndlessFantasy Translation

  Meng Chao believed that the answer should lie with the Ancient Dream Saintess.

  However, before he met the Ancient Dream Saintess, he still had to go through the wounded soldiers’ camp first.

  In order to win this ambush, the White Bone Battalion had paid a very heavy price.

  Almost all the White Bone Battalion warriors were covered in wounds, and many of them had lost one or even two limbs.

  With the advanced orcs’ strong vitality, coupled with the fact that the fanatical rat people had used secret medicines to overdraw their life potential for the next few decades, even if their skin was torn open and their bones were exposed, they would only need to be smeared with secret medicines and simply bandaged. Together with the blessing of the priests, they would be able to become lively again.

  It was easy to imagine how badly the warriors, who were sent to the wounded barracks to recuperate, had been injured.

  However, Meng Chao had to enter the wounded soldiers’ camp.

  Leaf had told him that the Ancient Dream Saintess attached the most importance to the warriors who would fight to the death. Not only would she give those wounded soldiers the best resources, but she would also visit the seriously-injured warriors in the wounded soldiers’ camp after every battle. She would even talk to every seriously injured warrior to show that she valued them.

  To Meng Chao, it was not too difficult to aggravate his injuries.

  It was nothing more than controlling his breathing, heartbeat, and pulse. On top of that, he intentionally secreted a large amount of body fluid to show signs of organ failure and severe dehydration after severe burns.

  The difficult part was whether those high priests with keen eyes would scan and analyze his body in depth.

  If they invaded Meng Chao’s body with spirit power to carefully sense his internal organs to cure him, they would definitely find that his cells were extremely active.

  They would definitely discover that his cell activity was unbelievably strong. He was practically a totem beast in human skin.

  Fortunately, after the battle, there were simply too many seriously-injured people.

  Many warriors who had consumed secret medicines and fallen into madness had practically jumped into the mouths of the Wolf Clan’s elites on their own accord. They had attempted to pierce through the enemy’s throat with their hard and sharp bones.

  Even if such fearless warriors could survive, the severity of their injuries would be unimaginable.

  Facing the thousands of seriously injured warriors, the witch doctors and priests of the great horn army were also extremely busy. For the time being, they were unable to examine and treat every wounded person.

  For burn patients like Meng Chao, they could only apply the ointment for burns on their bodies first and then soak in the secret medicine. Bandages that gave off a strange fragrance were wrapped around them to ensure that bacteria would not invade their bodies— according to the advanced orcs, it was an evil force.

  Following which, they sent Meng Chao to the wounded barracks to recuperate.

  That was exactly what Meng Chao wanted.

  The Great Horn Army had cut down the forest and built a large-scale wounded barracks not far from the ambush battlefield.

  Inside, they provided the high-energy food and powerful secret medicine that they had just seized from the Wolf Clan’s reinforcements.

  Unfortunately, Meng Chao, who was “severely burned,” could not “rise from the dead” and devour the food.

  He could only close his eyes and pretend to be asleep for a long time.

  At the same time, he secretly activated his spirit magnetic field to stimulate his brain and expand his five senses to the maximum. He did not let go of the tiniest spirit energy ripples around him.

  After “sleeping” for three days, he finally saw the Ancient Dream Saintess.

  It was a new dawn.

  Upon applying the secret medicine that had the effect of calming the mind and helping with sleep, all the seriously injured soldiers had fallen into a coma.

  Even though they had lost a few limbs, the seriously injured soldiers, who had been wailing in pain during the day, were frowning and moaning at the moment.

  Meanwhile, ripples were appearing in their brains at the same time.

  Meng Chao immediately noticed that the brain waves with weird frequencies were spreading in the wounded soldiers’ barracks.

  It was like a pond that was being hit with heavy rain. At first, it was just a few raindrops, and they were like dragonflies skimming the water in a pond, releasing circles of faint ripples.

  Soon, the ripples continued to spread, and the ripples collided crazily. The raindrops became denser and denser, causing the entire pond to boil.

  Including Meng Chao, all the severely wounded soldiers had the same dream in the resonance of the brain waves.

  In the trance-like dream, all of them sat cross-legged under a lofty mountain that reached into the clouds with a magnificent aura.

  They were still covered in wounds, their limbs were broken, and even their intestines were pierced through.

  However, the blood and body fluid that flowed out of their wounds had a pale golden texture, like some kind of melted metal that was shone faintly.

  That caused their incomplete appearances to carry the aura of a martyr, making them appear very solemn and sacred.

  Among the thousands of severely injured people, the girl with Polycoria, who had appeared in Meng Chao’s dream, playing the clarinet, driving the group of skeleton rats, and drowning the glorious city, was floating high in the air.

  She maintained a smile on her face as she played the clarinet.

  This time, the sound of the clarinet was no longer strange and mournful. Instead, it was indescribably pleasant to the ear. It made people forget all their anger, hatred, annoyance, and pain, which urged them to let go of everything and gave them a feeling of eternal peace.

  Accompanied by the melodious sound of the clarinet, wisps of golden light flowed out of the?instrument.

  It was like a golden ribbon, rippling in circles and gently wrapping around the heavily injured people who were sitting around the girl with Polycoria.

  Meng Chao did not fall into a deep sleep like the other heavily injured people.

  Even in the dream, he still kept a clear perception and the ability to control his own will.

  In other words, to him, it was a “lucid dream.”


  He could clearly see that these people who were wrapped by the golden ribbons were among the most heavily injured. They were almost hopeless.

  The spiked maces of the Wolf Clan’s elite had gone through some of their helmets and flattened their heads, shattering their skulls. As a result, they skulls had caved in, and even their eyeballs had been squeezed out of their sockets.

  Others either had half of their bodies sliced open by giant blades, or even had half of their heads cut off. Their internal organs and brain matter were exposed in the air.

  Some were truly severely burned. Not a single piece of undamaged skin could be found on their entire bodies.

  Others did not seem to have wounds that were too big on the surface, but due to the secret medicine’s stimulation, their organs released too high a temperature, and they were cooked alive.

  If Earthlings were to suffer such serious injuries……

  They would die on the spot.

  Even with the advanced orcs’ powerful vitality, and the careful treatment from the witch doctors and priests, they could only delay the Grim Reaper’s footsteps for a few more days. Besides, they would bring more unnecessary pain to them.

  Yet, right then, there was not the slightest expression of pain on the faces of the seriously injured people, who were on the verge of death.

  Many of them had already fallen asleep for several days and woke up from their dreams.

  As the double-pupiled girl blew more and more shining threads into their bodies, their incomplete and miserable bodies seemed to assimilate with the golden threads of light.

  They gradually became crystal clear and glittered with golden light.

  It was as if they had gradually slowly rid of the mass of their flesh and blood and the restraints of gravity, turning into something that was purely condensed from energy. They were like hundreds of thousands of golden balloons as they flew up into the sky unsteadily.

  They flew higher and higher, eventually flying to the side of the towering and majestic mountain under the clouds.

  The heavily injured soldiers who were not entangled by the golden light were partially confused and partially envious as they looked at these people.

  Suddenly, the crowd below began to stir because a breeze blew away the clouds that covered the mountainside, revealing the scene on the mountaintop.

  At the peak of the majestic mountain, there was a lofty and resplendent palace.

  Around the palace stood several hundred statues of warriors in armor.

  Each of the statues was at least hundreds of arms tall, like a living ancestral spirit. They waved their invincible weapons and released thunderous roars.

  However, compared with the sounds of clashing swords and the roars of the sky exploding like raging waves, the sounds made by these statues were nothing.

  In a trance, all the seriously injured people started to hallucinate.

  They seemed to see that all the Turan warriors from the ancient times to the present were gathered in the palace at the peak of the mountain. They drank heartily and wolfed down their food. After they had eaten their fill, they laughed manically and jumped into the arena. They were going to have a satisfying duel with the warriors who had sacrificed themselves in different eras but were equally brave.

  Even if they were beaten to a pulp in the battle, even if their heads and organs were smashed into minced meat, it did not matter. They would soon be able to come back to life before the warriors’ chorus. Then, they could continue the next round of drinking and fierce battles just like that. The cycle was endless.

  All the seriously injured people felt their minds being drowned by a boiling wave.

  Their minds went blank, and they were only shocked and touched.

  “This is…… the Holy Mountain!”


  “It’s the legendary Holy Mountain!”


  “The Holy Mountain truly exists. Those among us who have made the most heroic sacrifices have all ascended to the peak of the Holy Mountain under the Rat God’s leadership to enjoy an eternal feast and fierce battles!”