The Great Dream God

The screams of the red bird were like arrows in the wind in the empty cave. Every cry turned into a sharp sound wave, ruthlessly tearing the frozen silence around, like a cold blade piercing the eardrums of the two North Sea Empire soldiers, shaking their nerves. This sudden sound, like lightning in the dark night, broke their originally peaceful state of mind.

They were stunned, instinctively stopped their steady pace, exchanged horrified glances, and then slowly turned their heads, trying to find the trace of the sound in the endless darkness. They stared wide-eyed, trying to penetrate the thick darkness and catch even the slightest movement. However, there was only an unfathomable darkness in front of them, like a huge mouth swallowing up light, swallowing up all light and hope without a trace.

The red bird was like a ghost in the night, cunningly hiding behind a towering rock. It skillfully used the cover of shadows and night to blend itself completely into the background of the dark night, silently and invisible, leaving only the screams echoing in the air, like a sly smile it left in the darkness, mocking the two soldiers shrouded in fear.

Meng Jin was hiding behind a huge rock. His presence was as silent as the invisible wind. However, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and he could see through all the dynamics around him. His brows were furrowed, like two tightly stretched iron strings, depicting his nervous and serious mood at the moment. His face was firm and cold, as solemn as a sculpture, and every line revealed his unbreakable determination.

He quickly and decisively extended a hand, which seemed to be strong and powerful after thousands of trials. His fingers firmly covered the red bird's beak, and the movement was smooth and skillful, as if it was part of his instinct. The red bird became quiet under his hand, as if it felt his determination and strength, and no longer made a sound.

His eyes were as cold as winter frost, piercing and firm, staring straight at the two soldiers in front of him. There was no fear in his eyes, nor any sign of retreat, only endless calmness and deep vigilance. His presence was like a towering mountain, standing firm in the wind and rain, giving people an unshakable deterrent force.

"Don't be afraid, Red Bird," Meng Jin's voice echoed in the empty cave, like the sound of a deep ancient bell, and every syllable contained an unshakable will. His promise was as hard as iron, and every word was a firm declaration against unknown threats, not letting any malicious tentacles get close to the Red Bird chicks. His tone was full of power and faith, like a beam of light in the darkness, pointing directly to the deepest fear and dispelling it.

Meng Jin's eyes were like bright stars, illuminating every corner of the cave, and his determination was like a strong wind and huge waves, breaking through all obstacles. His words were not just a simple assurance, but also a silent oath, a respect for the motherhood of the red bird and a defense of the dignity of life. In this turbulent moment, his existence itself is a kind of shelter, and his voice has become a solid line of defense, silently surrounding the red bird and its little life, providing them with a safe haven.

Although this cave is dark and dangerous, it becomes warm and peaceful under Meng Jin's protection.

"I won't let them take your child away!" Meng Jin said.

Meng Jin finally took a decisive step at this moment. He knew the preciousness of opportunity and how to use every card in his hand. So he issued an order to Lisa, a mysterious and elegant woman who not only has peerless beauty, but is also a rare flute master in the world. In her hand, she holds a legendary magic flute, a magical instrument with endless magic power.

As Lisa gently blew the magic flute, the notes danced like elves, filling every corner of the air. The melody was melodious and profound, like an ancient spell, traveling through time and space and reaching people's hearts. The two powerful opponents, who were once the invincible overlords, could not resist the call of the magic flute at this moment. Their eyes gradually closed, as if being pulled by an invisible force, and they slowly fell down, their bodies lost all their strength, and they collapsed heavily to the ground.

They fell into an endless dark dream, a fantasy woven by the magic flute, deep and inescapable. In this dream, they experienced unspeakable fear and confusion, time lost its meaning here, only endless darkness accompanied them. Their consciousness sank, and their bodies fell into a deep coma.

The red bird, burning with blazing flames, suddenly rushed out from behind a hidden boulder, like a mythical beast leaping out of a myth. Its wings fluttered, bringing about a blazing storm. The red bird's body was like a red lightning that pierced the sky, and it cut the legs of the two horrified people with astonishing speed and accuracy. At that moment, the rock was dyed red with blood, like a tragic painting under the sunset, which made people stunned.

The severe pain surged like a tide, instantly drowning their consciousness and leaving them powerless to put up any more resistance. The two men collapsed on the cold and ruthless ground, their bodies convulsing in pain, their former vitality seemingly taken away by the red bird, leaving only the flame of life swaying weakly. The smell of blood and the hot embers in the air intertwined, exuding a dead silence.

Mengjin is full of unfathomable depths, like an abyss that people dare not look directly at. His eyes are as hard as a rock, firm and unshakable, as if no difficulties can shake his determination. At this moment, he slowly closed his eyes, as if in an instant he built an invisible barrier with the bustling and noisy outside world, placing himself in a realm beyond the mundane.

He activated an extraordinary power, mysterious and powerful, like the master of dreams, able to control the direction of dreams at will. His spirit was like an invisible spirit snake, silently and without a trace, sliding into the depths of the two soldiers' consciousness. His tentacle-like mental power, delicate and sharp, gently plucked the strings of their thoughts, silently explored the secrets deep in their hearts, and interpreted their truest fears, desires, and beliefs.

From their memory fragments, Meng Jin gradually pieced together a picture. These two soldiers were actually the confidants of a prominent nobleman in the North Sea Empire, whom they respectfully called the Great Elder. The Great Elder's desire for the unknown drove them to this mysterious island. Carrying the mission of exploration and discovery, they followed the Great Elder into the unknown with awe and curiosity.

However, the turning point of fate lies in that strange cave. After the Great Elder stepped into it, he disappeared without a trace as if swallowed by darkness. This incident caused the soldiers to fall into confusion and panic. They scattered around the island, trying to find the trace of the Great Elder, and were eventually led to this deep and mysterious cave.