The Great Dream God

Lisa's heartbeat was beating like a war drum, and every beat shook her palm, where the small communicator was like a hot gem, transmitting messages from afar. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down, and pressed the call button again. The voice of her dear sister Ellie came from the other end, with a hint of trembling and panic that was difficult to conceal.

"Ellie," Lisa's voice was firm and urgent, like an arrow breaking through the wind, "What happened? Why did you retreat suddenly? What are you afraid of?" Her words were full of concern and anxiety for her sister, as if she could cross space, cross the air waves, and tightly hug the girl who was in trouble.

Ellie's answer was like ice water poured over her heart, adding fuel to Lisa's worries. She could feel her sister's voice trembling, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of her throat, full of pain and helplessness. "Lisa, our home... was attacked." Ellie's voice was weak but firm, with endless regret, "I failed to protect our people. They... they are all in danger now."

Lisa's brows furrowed even deeper, she clenched her teeth, and her eyes flashed with determination. She imagined the scene described by her sister, the sudden disaster, like a dark wave sweeping in, destroying everything beautiful. Her heart ached, but she knew that now was not the time to be weak. She had to be strong, for Ellie and for their home, she had to find out the truth and find a way to save it.

"Listen, Ellie," Lisa said firmly and forcefully, "I will come right away, and we will face it together. Remember, we are Lisa and Ellie, we are each other's strength, and nothing can defeat us." Her voice echoed in the communicator, like a beam of light, penetrating the darkness and bringing hope to her sister. At this moment, although their heartbeats were not synchronized, the sisterhood was like the same song, playing tenacity and courage with different melodies.

Ellie's voice trembled, and every word was like an ice cone piercing the hearts of the audience. The demons she described were hideous and terrifying. Their attacks were like lightning in the dark night, instantly tearing apart the peaceful sky. The demons' eyes flashed with cold red light, and their sharp teeth and claws looked even more cruel and ruthless under the moonlight. Ellie narrated how they struggled on the edge of the abyss of despair, with every breath carrying the desire for survival, and every heartbeat praying for a miracle. Their courage and tenacity were particularly dazzling against this dark background.

Lisa's face was as pale as paper. After hearing these horrific experiences, her scalp was numb, as if the devil's claws were approaching quietly. She couldn't accept this reality. The cruel scene lingered in her mind, making her feel cold. Without thinking too much, Lisa turned around resolutely and plunged into the thick fog behind her. Her figure quickly disappeared in the astonished eyes of everyone, leaving only a vague outline.

Sun Yifang and Wei Yanren stood there in a daze, their eyes were empty, as if they had lost their souls. Zhang Duanyin, who used to laugh and talk, now lay quietly on the ground. His life had been taken away by the devil, leaving only his cold body, like a silent tombstone, announcing the coming of death. Everything around him fell into a deathly silence.

Meng Jin hurried over from a distance. Seeing this heartbreaking scene, his heart seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer. He shook his head and said in a low and sad voice: "It seems that I am still a step late, friends." His eyes were full of self-blame and helplessness. That sentence seemed to be a reproach to himself and a regret for the lost life. His arrival broke the moment of silence, but he could not recover what had been lost.

Sun Yifang could not hide the horror and self-blame in his eyes. He slowly raised his head and looked in the direction of Mengjin. The once peaceful ancient city seemed to have turned into a strange and terrifying dream in his eyes. His eyes were red and swollen, and full of bloodshot, as if he had just struggled out of the endless darkness, exhausted and in pain. He opened his lips slightly, and his voice trembled like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind: "What did I do? How could I kill someone?" These words pierced his heart like a sharp knife, and every echo aroused deep guilt and shock in his heart. He could not believe it, nor could he accept this cruel fact, as if he was standing on the edge of a bottomless abyss and could fall into darkness at any time.

On the other side, Wei Yanren's body was trembling in the cold north wind, like a dead leaf blown by the wind, fragile and uneasy. His face was full of fear, a fear that came from the heart, which was more serious than any external threat. In his eyes, confusion and fear were intertwined, like a ship lost in the fog, unable to find the direction. "Yes, what did I do?" He murmured to himself, his voice low and hoarse, as if questioning his own existence. "I... I seem to have been struggling in the whirlpool of emotions and can't extricate myself!" His words were full of self-doubt, as if he was trying to find an explanation, a reason that could make himself feel at ease.

Meng Jin's eyes swept over the crowd, his eyes were like cold winter frost, solemn and firm. His words echoed in the air, every word was like iron and stone, without a trace of hesitation: "We came to this land not to enjoy a moment of peace, nor for leisure. This is the territory of the devil, a battlefield full of dangers. The attack just now is just the tip of the iceberg, and greater dangers may be spying on us in secret." His voice was deep and powerful, full of endless determination and tenacity, like a lighthouse in the wind, guiding the confused ship.

Sun Yifang and Wei Yanren looked at each other, and understanding flashed in their eyes. They knew that Meng Jin's warning was not alarmist, but a grim fact. They tightly grasped their weapons, nodded in agreement, and decided to gather the scattered teams around. Their expressions were serious and their eyes were determined. Although their hearts were full of worries, at this moment, they understood that only by uniting together can they survive in this demonic territory.

They led more than a hundred charioteers, all of whom were their comrades-in-arms and brothers. Their eyes were full of vigilance and determination, and everyone knew that the road ahead would be full of unknowns and challenges. They passed through the dense white fog, which seemed to have life, entwining around them and adding a bit of weirdness. However, they did not retreat, but instead became more determined to move forward.

They walked through the mud and thorns, each step was accompanied by firm determination. Some people in the team whispered prayers, some encouraged silently, their hearts were closely connected, forming an invisible line of defense to resist the external fear. They had only one goal - to find the main force, or regroup their forces to fight against the demons on this land together.