The Great Dream God

Meng Jin moved forward step by step, and each step seemed to be stepping on heavy drumbeats, steady and powerful.

Although his pace was slow, no one dared to ignore it, because every inch of land he walked on seemed to be deeply marked by his determination.

He came to the center of a devastated battlefield, where tribal warriors were lying on the ground in agony, sweat and dirt intertwined on their resolute faces, and they let out bursts of heart-wrenching cries of pain.

Meng Jin squatted down and stared at the soldier with sharp eyes.

There was pity and helplessness in his eyes, but more of it was a desire for peace.

His fingers fell lightly on the soldier's shoulders, and that gentleness seemed to be a tribute to the soldier's tenacity and also a comfort to his pain at the moment.

His words were deep and powerful, like an echo in the valley, resounding in the hearts of everyone present: "People from all your tribes, stop fighting with us, and stop resisting!"

Deep in Meng Jin's pupils, a fierce light flashed like lightning, and his body instantly straightened, like a sword ready to be launched, pointing directly at everyone present. His voice was low and firm, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart: "Because you understand that no matter how you struggle, you can't shake my determination and strength!"

"Your resistance is like a breeze blowing over the mountains in front of me. It seems turbulent, but it is actually powerless." Meng Jin's words were full of unquestionable majesty. His eyes swept across the crowd, and everyone felt an irresistible pressure. "I am not threatening you. I am just stating a fact, a cruel but unavoidable fact."

He continued, "You'd better choose to obey, not only for your own sake, but also for the sake of those around you. If you insist on resisting, then every life here may disappear because of your decision. Those innocent smiles, those warm eyes, will all turn to ashes because of your irrationality."

Meng Jin's words were like cold iron chains, tightly wrapped around everyone's throat, making it hard to breathe.

The sun gently sprinkled on the earth, dyeing the morning mist into a golden color, as if it was a mysterious veil of nature, adding a bit of mystery to this quiet scene. The tribal warrior lay on the cold ground, his body tense, one hand tightly covering his bleeding shoulder, and the painful expression carved deep marks on his resolute face. He gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, and just nodded slightly, which was a silent acknowledgment and a helpless acceptance of the reality before his eyes.

Meng Jin's eyes were shining with pride, like an eagle that had successfully hunted. He looked down at the tribal warriors who had fallen to the ground. Their fatigue and pain became the footnotes of his victory. A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, which was a contempt for the enemy and a pride in his own strength.

Suddenly, the quiet morning was broken by a sharp sound. It was the sound of spears piercing the air, echoing in the air like the music of death. I saw several sharp spears, like meteors in the dark night, instantly piercing through the morning mist and pointing straight ahead. Each spear tip flashed with a cold light, carrying a deadly threat. They left short and distinct tracks in the sun, foreshadowing the coming storm.

Meng Jin's brows were filled with deep worry, as if dark clouds were hanging over his heart, foreshadowing the coming storm. His eyes were firm and sharp, focused on an unknown corner like an eagle observing its prey. Suddenly, the air around him began to turbulent, and an indescribable tense atmosphere spread, like a calm lake about to be swept by a strong wind.

At this moment, a blood-red light suddenly burst out from his side like the light of dawn, illuminating the dim surroundings. This light was not a warm red, but a cold and fierce one, like the iron blood after the lava cooled, full of power and determination. It spread at an astonishing speed, like a blood-red lightning, piercing the sky.

Along with the blooming of brilliance, a powerful shock wave burst out from the light, like a beast pouncing on its prey, and crashed head-on into the spears galloping in front of it. Those spears, which were originally sharp, now seemed so fragile under the shining blood. They were instantly torn apart by the shock wave in the air, like glass fragments flying in the wind, and the broken metal tips drew sad arcs in the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground with a harsh crackling sound.

In the smoke, the figures of the hidden tribal warriors were looming, their eyes were locked tightly by the sudden change, and their faces were filled with incredible fear and surprise. They once claimed to be brave and fearless warriors who could remain calm in the face of war and danger. However, at this moment, the strange scene in the smoke made their courage begin to waver, just like a raging fire blown away by the cold wind, which was extinguished in an instant.

The smoke was like a mysterious curtain, blurring their vision and their faith. It was an unprecedented fear, as if the smoke hid an unknown terror that pierced deep into their hearts. Their breathing became rapid, the weapons in their hands trembled slightly, and their originally firm eyes were now filled with confusion and panic.

At this tense moment, Meng Jin was not affected by the chaos in front of him. He turned around calmly and resolutely, looking directly at Lisa behind him. His voice echoed in the smoke, firm and powerful, like the roar of a war drum, penetrating the mist and striking the hearts of every soldier.

"Lisa, what are you waiting for?" Meng Jin's words were full of unquestionable command, and his eyes were full of desire for victory. "Play the magic flute, use its melody to awaken our strength, and use its magic to hypnotize them all!" His words were like a horn before the battle, arousing the fighting spirit deep in the hearts of the soldiers, allowing them to find a glimmer of hope in fear.

Lisa felt Meng Jin's determination at this moment. She tightly grasped the magic flute in her hand, took a deep breath, and prepared to turn this power into an invisible attack. In the smoke, her figure appeared particularly clear, like a beacon guiding the way forward!

Lisa stood at the entrance of the village, holding her mysterious magic flute tightly in her hand. This magic flute was found by her from a distant place, and its sound was like moonlight on a quiet lake, gentle and powerful. At this moment, her eyes were firm, as if telling the world that she was ready.

As her lips lightly touched the flute holes, melodious music gushed out like spring water, passing through the thick fog and drifting towards the tribal warriors who were lost in it. The sound of the flute was like an invisible rope, pulling their consciousness and making them lose their direction in a trance. Their originally upright bodies began to shake, like straw in the wind, unable to resist this mysterious power.

Waves of flute sounds echoed in the valley, becoming stronger and deeper, until they finally turned into a heart-shaking movement. With a loud bang, the soldiers fell to the ground one after another, as if they were gently touched by invisible fingers and lost all their strength in an instant. They fell to the ground, forming a silent picture, with only the flute sound still echoing in the air, the lingering sound lingering.

The tranquility of the village was broken, but not because of fear, but because of the joy of victory.

Afterwards, Mengjin, Edward and Lisa worked together to tie up all the people.