The Great Dream God

Under the bright sunshine, Meng Jin's figure was stretched out, like a silent oil painting, with bright colors but a hint of sadness.

He walked slowly forward, and each step seemed extremely difficult, as if the ground under his feet was not solid earth, but a heavy rock pressing down on his heart. Each step was accompanied by a dull echo, vibrating in the air and also in his heart.

His steps were heavy and hesitant, as if he was dragging an unhealed pain. He took every step cautiously and in agony.

The surroundings seemed to complement his state of mind; the grey background was like a gloomy curtain, magnifying his loneliness and reflecting endless desolation.

He leaned down, his fingers trembling slightly, and touched the remains of the triangular tentacle monster on the ground that had been ruthlessly devoured by the raging fire. The charred body, once a terrifying threat to the village, was now filled with endless desolation. Meng Jin stared at it deeply, his eyes intertwined with pain and regret, as if he could see through the curtain of death and see those innocent lives that died in the disaster. Their smiles and their fears were all echoing in his eyes.

He slowly stood up, looking up at the sky filled with ashes, his eyes sweeping over the ashes of once vibrant lives scattered on the ground. Each gray dot was once a story, a family, and a hope. At this moment, they lay there quietly, silently telling the tragic ending. In Meng Jin's heart, grief surged like a tide, the sorrow that could not be expressed in words seemed to be engraved in the depths of his soul, and every heartbeat was a painful memory.

He deeply understood that the ruthless devouring of the triangular tentacle monsters was perhaps only regarded as a part of survival in their cold biological instincts, a trivial price to satisfy their endless desires. However, for those villagers, every life lost was the collapse of a family's pillar and a wound that could never be healed in the hearts of friends. Those once familiar faces and those laughters that echoed in the village turned into eternal silence in an instant, leaving only endless grief and empty memories.

Meng Jin slowly closed his eyes, and those eyes that saw through the pain in the world were now filled with sympathy and mourning. He prayed for these innocent victims with the warmth in his heart, hoping that they could get rid of fear and pain in another world and find a long-lost tranquility and peace. His thoughts drifted to the possible other side, where there was no shadow of the tentacle monster, only the sunshine of love and peace shining on every soul.

At that moment, time seemed to be frozen, with only the harsh footsteps echoing in the air, like lightning that broke through the silent night, shaking every inch of land and every leaf. This sound, like the beating of a war drum, was passionate and resolute, instantly breaking the tranquility of the night, awakening the sleeping valley from its dream, and startling the birds roosting in the forest, who flapped their wings and fled in panic from the sudden disturbance.

Meng Jin, this resolute man, suddenly woke up from deep grief, his eyes were like an eagle soaring into the sky, sharp and deep, and he looked straight at the other end of the hillside. His gaze was like an invisible lock, tightly locking onto the distant target, which was his unavoidable responsibility and the honor he swore to defend.

At the end of the slope, more than 2,000 soldiers in iron armor rushed in like a raging wave. Their steps were firm and powerful, and every step sounded the prelude to war. They were chasing two figures running in the dark night, one was Ximen Yue and the other was Wang Wu. They looked terrified and tried to find a way to survive in this ruthless pursuit. Their figures were looming in the moonlight, like struggling candles, swaying in the wind, but still tenacious and unyielding.

Meng Jin did not hesitate for a moment. He stepped forward and rushed towards the enemy troops like a tiger descending from the mountain. Edward followed closely behind him with a resolute look in his eyes, as if he was Meng Jin's shadow, fearless. The powerful force contained in Meng Jin's body erupted at this moment. He swung the weapon in his hand, and a blood-red light streaked across the sky like a meteor, hitting the ground fiercely. Suddenly, the soil rolled, and a deep gully was formed in an instant, ruthlessly swallowing more than fifty lives.

This sudden terrifying force shocked the remaining soldiers, and fear and doubt flashed in their eyes. The fanatical pursuit momentum cooled down instantly. They began to hesitate and no longer charged blindly. Instead, they looked around vigilantly, trying to find the weakness of this powerful enemy.

Meng Jin's figure was like a gust of wind, and instantly appeared beside Wang Wu. His eyes were full of anxiety and concern, and he asked impatiently: "What's going on? How did you meet the eldest prince and the eldest elder? Is there anything unusual about their appearance in a place like this?" His tone revealed an unconcealable nervousness.

Ximen Yue, who was usually known for his rigor and meticulously trimmed beard, looked completely different at this moment. His beard was like a grassland ravaged by a storm, messy and without the neatness and majesty of the past. His face was as pale as paper, as if all the blood had been drained away in an instant, leaving behind deep fear and uneasiness, like a wild beast trapped in the dark, with inexplicable panic flashing in his eyes.

His voice was trembling, and every syllable seemed to be squeezed out with all his strength from his clenched teeth. "The eldest prince, and the eldest elder, how could they show up on this isolated island far away from the hustle and bustle and rarely visited by people? This sudden encounter caught me off guard! What's more confusing is that their behavior is abnormal, completely different from their usual calm and majestic appearance. They are wearing dark robes with hoods hanging down, almost covering their entire backs. They seem to be trying hard to hide something and prevent people from seeing their true faces. I have a strong premonition in my heart that behind the cover, there may be an unknown powerful and strange force, or a heavy past that they don't want to mention, a taboo history."

Meng Jin's pupils suddenly contracted, as if he had seen through the secrets of the abyss. He deeply understood Ximen Yue's unspoken worries. His low and firm voice echoed in the air, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples: "They may have been controlled by the triangular tentacle monster!" This is not just a guess, but also an intuition of fear of the unknown, a possibility that cannot be ignored.

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere on the scene froze instantly, as if time had stopped at this moment. Everyone's face turned pale, and their horror was beyond words. Their hearts were filled with shock. Those companions who were once familiar to them now became strange and dangerous in their eyes. The control of the triangular tentacle monster was like an invisible shackle, tightly binding people's hope and safety.

A feeling of uneasiness spread among the three people, like an unstoppable plague.