The Great Dream God

In a shocking scene, the corps called Purple Demon suddenly took collective action, and more than 5,000 pairs of iron-cast knees slammed heavily on the hard ground, forming a silent song of loyalty. Their eyes were firm and fiery, like burning purple flames, reflecting endless determination and admiration. Their voices were like thunder and lightning, resounding through the sky, and they loudly declared to the man named Meng Jin: "You are our master! Your will is our only guide! Our swords are wielded under your command; our shields stand under your protection. No matter if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire, or dense thorns ahead, we will move forward fearlessly, because your will is our belief, and your order is our life!" This scene is like a replay of an ancient myth, demonstrating absolute obedience and lofty awe. Every soldier has become a loyal servant, and their existence is only for one goal, that is, their master-Meng Jin.

Meng Jin laughed loudly, and that laughter was as shocking as thunder, full of endless heroism and determination. He waved his hand suddenly, his movements were chic and powerful, as if he was waving a flag of victory. At this moment, his eyes were shining, like the first ray of sunshine at dawn, illuminating the darkness ahead.

Wei Yanren and Sun Yifang, two loyal generals, instantly understood his intention, and the same passion burned in their chests. They turned around, with sharp eyes, facing the charioteers who were still immersed in shock, and shouted deafeningly: "Follow our boss! We want to go home together! Leave this land where the devil is entrenched!"

Their voices echoed in the air, like the roar of war drums, awakening the courage and determination in everyone's heart. The charioteers were infected by this strong momentum, and they woke up from their shock, with a determined light flashing in their eyes. They knew that this was the horn to escape from the predicament, the call to return to their homeland, and the determination to fight the devil to the end. Everyone straightened their backs, grasped the reins in their hands, and prepared to follow their leader and embark on this life-and-death journey home.

Meng Jin stood at the forefront of the human army, his eyes were firm and his heart was burning with endless determination. He led not only a human army, but also a steel torrent composed of purple demons. Under the banner of Meng Jin, they gathered into an unstoppable force. On Meng Jin's left and right, two capable assistants, Edward and Lisa, were like his left and right arms. Their wisdom and bravery injected endless confidence and strength into the team.

They rushed forward, facing the unknown challenge, each step was in a firm rhythm, each breath was filled with the breath of a decisive battle. Finally, they encountered the last line of defense, which was a group of fire demons. Their army was as hot as flames, and their momentum was magnificent, as if they could burn all obstacles in front of them. However, their arrogance did not last long. Just when they thought no one could stop them, Mengjin's army struck like thunder, bringing them a devastating blow. This wake-up call instantly broke the arrogance and confidence of the fire demons, and broke their formation into pieces.

Meng Jin's voice exploded like thunder on the battlefield, shaking every inch of land and every soldier's heart. "Purple Demon Corps, listen to my orders!" He roared, his voice full of determination and tragedy, as if foreshadowing the upcoming heroic sacrifice. "You, immediately charge at the Fire Demon Corps with all your strength, at all costs, until you explode!" His order was like a divine decree that could not be violated, burning the fighting spirit in the chest of every soldier.

"This is our mission and our honor!" Meng Jin's eyes flashed with determination. He knew that this was a battle of life and death, a duel of honor and faith. The soldiers of the Purple Demon Corps knew that their lives would turn into bright sparks in this charge, illuminating the dark battlefield, and their sacrifice would be the prelude to the other side's destruction.

"We will die together!" Meng Jin roared again, his voice echoing in the sky and piercing the enemy's soul. Every word carried a heavy weight, and every note contained a resolute determination. They would exchange their lives for the destruction of the enemy. This was a tragic tactic, and also a persistent pursuit of victory.

In this way, under Meng Jin's command, the Purple Demon Corps, like a beast out of its cage, fearlessly ran towards the Fire Demon Corps. Their figures drew magnificent tracks in the sunset, like purple lightning, directly hitting the enemy formation. This self-destructive charge was not only a collision of strength, but also a collision of faith, a display of courage to move forward and an indomitable spirit.

The slave contract that the demons of the Purple Demon Corps endure is a soul-dominant contract with great deterrence, far beyond the conventional binding agreement. This contract not only touches their flesh, but also penetrates into the deepest part of their soul, completely binding their will and power under the command of the caster. Every thought of resistance, every autonomous choice, is annihilated by the power of this powerful contract. It is like an invisible chain, tightly binding the minds of the demons, making them lose themselves in the endless darkness, and can only obey every order of the master, no matter how cruel or ruthless. The power of this contract is not only the deprivation of the demons' lives, but also the complete obliteration of their free will, making the demons struggle in fear and despair, becoming pure tools rather than beings with independent consciousness. Therefore, this slave contract is regarded as an extremely terrifying existence in the demon world, and it is a nightmare that all demons are unwilling to face.

In the abyss of chaos and strife, a gloomy ritual is taking place. Those who choose to sign the slave contract will have their fate permanently branded on the dark scroll. This contract is like a shackle on the soul. Once signed, it means that they will lose themselves and become puppets of others' will. They will no longer have a free soul and independent thoughts. Their lives will no longer belong to them, but to the powerful being who controls the contract.

Purple demons, symbolizing darkness and mystery, witnessed all this with a cold light in their eyes. They understood that the fire demons, once as hot as flames, full of vitality and passion, were about to be eclipsed by the magic of the contract. So, the purple demons stepped forward without hesitation and rushed towards the fire demons that had not yet been enslaved, intending to stop the plunder of souls and protect the independent individuals that were still there.

Their actions are not just a confrontation, but also a defense of freedom. Every soul deserves respect, and every independence should be cherished. In this silent war, the charge of the purple demons is a challenge to restraint and a cry for the dignity of life. Their figures cut a firm arc in the chaos, in order to protect the flames that are about to disappear and keep the soul of freedom forever.