The Great Dream God

Meng Jin stood in front of the wooden gate that was once majestic and solemn, but now only had broken walls and ruins left. His eyes were like ice, cold and deep.

This door, once the pride of the village, had withstood wind and rain and witnessed the years. But now it has been destroyed beyond recognition by the war, with only broken wood pieces and mottled iron nails left to tell of its past glory.

The village, that once peaceful and harmonious place where chickens and dogs could be heard, was now completely opened up and exposed to his sight.

The smoke from cooking no longer rises, replaced by the diffuse smoke of gunpowder; the laughter and joy disappear, leaving only the mournful wails echoing on the empty village roads.

Those familiar faces may have been buried under the ruins, and those traces of former life have also been wiped out by the ruthless war.

The blood-colored air wave gushed out from the tip of the ancient sword in Edward's hand like a violent hurricane, and swept across the entire gate in an instant like a blazing tongue of fire.

The gate, made of solid oak and iron nails, seemed so fragile in the face of this terrifying force. It was easily swept away like an autumn leaf. The broken wood chips and flying iron pieces drew a sad arc in the air, and finally sank into a sea of ​​blood.

This shocking scene makes people hold their breath, as if time has stopped at this moment, just to witness this magnificent destruction.

At this moment, the only thing in the eyes of the three of them was the village in front of them that had been unveiled.

It lies quietly in the moonlight, ancient and mysterious, with every house and every path telling endless stories.

The outline of the village was faintly visible in the bloody afterglow, adding a bit of eerie charm.

Meng Jin, his eyes were firm and fearless, he walked forward step by step, as if every step was stepping on the drumbeat of fate.

His figure seemed particularly tall in the blood-colored air wave, like a brave warrior who was fearless and marched forward.

He has only one goal in mind, and that is to uncover all the secrets of this village, no matter what awaits them ahead.

Following closely behind was Lisa, with curiosity and expectation in her eyes. She held the dagger tightly in her hand. Although she was petite, her strong will was exactly the same as Meng Jin's. Her eyes were always fixed forward, as if she wanted to see through the appearance of the village and see its hidden secrets.

There was a blazing fire in Edward's eyes, and his grip on the sword never loosened.

His presence is like an impenetrable line of defense, protecting his companions from unknown threats.

In the quiet village, the smoke is like a mysterious veil, gently lingering between the old wooden houses, blurring the vision, but adding a bit of primitive wildness and mystery. In this diffuse mist, several figures wearing rough leather armor are looming, their presence is like a pack of wolves in the dark night, full of power and vigilance. These aborigines with dark skin and strong muscles are the guardians of this village and a group of fearless tribal warriors. They hold sharp axes in their hands, which are their weapons and their belief in survival.

Their eyes were like torches, burning with anger, and they rushed towards Mengjin. It was an undisguised anger, an endless hatred for the invaders. They raised their axes high, as if they wanted to tear the sky apart, and the roars they made were deafening, echoing in the valleys, startling the roosting birds and shaking the sleeping earth. This was their declaration of war against the enemy and their vow to defend their homeland.

Meng Jin stood outside the smoke, watching the scene with cold eyes. His eyes were as deep as the night, and a scornful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. The disdain revealed in that smile seemed to be mocking those ants in his eyes.

As soon as Meng Jin finished speaking, he waved his hand gently, as if to dispel an invisible haze, but this action seemed to others to be an unquestionable determination. His eyes were firm, as if he had foreseen the blueprint for the future. However, this picture did not convince everyone, especially Edward who was standing beside him, his brows twisted into a deep "chuan" shape.

"Master," Edward said with a hint of worry and confusion in his voice, "our goal is not to turn everyone here into ashes. We came to this place not for destruction, but for survival, to repair our ships." He emphasized every word, trying to make Meng Jin understand his concerns. They were not bloodthirsty conquerors, their mission was to repair the damaged ships so that they could continue their journey, not to kill in vain.

"These people have not only lives, but also skills and wisdom." Edward continued, his eyes sweeping over the craftsmen and technicians who might become their partners, "We need them to use their hands and their knowledge to help us repair this ship that carries our hopes. Killing will only bring more hatred and obstacles, and only cooperation can lead us to our goals."

Meng Jin's thoughts returned instantly at that moment. He suddenly realized and nodded gently, as if he was blaming himself for being so immersed in the battle. "The battle just now was so fierce that it made me forget everything else. Every sword I swung was so passionate that I even forgot why I was here." His words were low and deep, and his eyes flashed with the aftertaste of the battle just now.

"Your reminder is like a breeze that blows away the fog in my heart. Yes, we are not here to kill, but to protect and maintain order. We don't have to kill all the enemies, but just let them retreat when they see difficulties, understand our strength, and let them learn to be awed." Meng Jin's eyes became firm, and his tone revealed a sense of reason and determination.

"Let them know that we are not bloodthirsty beasts, but a bulwark guarding peace. Let us use our actions to tell them that the price of provocation is unbearable pain, but as long as they are willing to restrain themselves, the olive branch of peace is still extended to them. Let us use force as a shield and reason as a sword to dispel disputes and maintain peace."

Edward's deep eyes flashed with determination when he heard this. He nodded slightly, and the sharp sword in his hand seemed to be given life, and he swung it forward. At this moment, the air seemed to solidify, and then an astonishing energy gushed out, turning into a red air wave, like a blood-stained gale, sweeping across the world.

The blood-colored air wave spun rapidly in the air, like an invisible giant beast, and instantly condensed into a fierce tornado, with endless destructive power, rushing straight towards the oncoming tribal warriors. They held heavy axes and were full of blood, but they had never expected to encounter such a fierce attack. The moment the tornado collided with them, it was as shocking as a landslide and tsunami. The tribal warriors were ruthlessly swept away by this powerful force and thrown in all directions like kites with broken strings.

The air was filled with the smell of blood. The tribal warriors rolled in the air, blood gushing out of their mouths. When their bodies hit the ground, they were like broken pottery figurines, unable to fight again. This sudden storm swept away their fighting spirit and strength. On the battlefield, there was only silence, and only traces of blood showed the fierce battle just now.