Travel through the worlds and spread the flames across the worlds

"We are all good citizens! We are all good citizens!"

"They are all blessed by the great Kos! This is all grace!"

The priest threw himself at Lin Hun's feet and explained quickly that the villagers in the front who had already started to burn probably could not be saved, but there were so many more behind. If this continued and all the villagers were burned, what would be the point of bringing the adults with him?

"We can leave now. We can leave this nightmare now. How can we just burn it like that!"

Fortunately, Lin Hun was just a little excited and still had his rationality.

It’s just that I find it a little hard to control myself when I suddenly see these strange-looking guys.

"Okay, don't be nervous. I'm just a little excited because it's my first time seeing them. Don't worry, I won't attack them casually."

"Really, sir?" Although he knew that he shouldn't question the great existence, the priest couldn't help but ask.

"Don't worry, provided they don't attack me."

"How is it possible! How dare they attack you, sir! I will break the hands of anyone who dares to do that!"

The priest turned around and glanced at the villagers who were prostrating themselves in worship behind him. He spoke in a loud voice that was inconsistent with his skinny body. His tone was also full of power and majesty, unlike the humble and submissive tone he had when facing Lin Hun.

Lin Hun couldn't help but look sideways and look at the priest differently.

"Alright, I didn't expect that you, a fishman who kneels down like a green onion, have this side of you."

The priest never formally introduced his identity, because in his opinion, his identity was as insignificant as that of an ordinary villager compared to the great existence. Bragging about his identity might even annoy others, so he just had to do his job honestly.

Lin Hun still realized through comparing with other villagers that the priest must have an extraordinary status.

"Do you think this is appropriate, sir?"

The priest turned around, lowered his head, not daring to look at Lin Hun, and returned to his previous timid behavior.

"Okay, that's the taste."

The natural transformation of the priest's two faces opened Lin Hun's eyes.

Although he had seen such people before, including the low-level priest Petrus of the Dark Soul, he was always hiding in the dark and not as naked as this.

"Are you sure they will all listen to you?"

"Of course, sir, I am the village priest, in charge of communication and prayer with the gods. Besides, look at them like this," the priest stretched out his hand and pushed the fishman who was praying with his head down. No matter how he manipulated the fishman's posture, it remained without any deformation, as if there was a steel skeleton supporting them inside their bodies.

"My lord, they are almost going crazy. They can only pray. At the beginning, some people could respond to me, but gradually they all became like this. Look, this is old George, he is the best brewer in our village, that is old William, his net is strong and durable, and there is Susan over there, the soup she makes is delicious..."

"I remember every name of them, but they will never respond to me again, my lord." The priest glanced at each of his compatriots, remembering their past appearances, but no one responded to every name he read and every existence he called.

He was like a whale surrounded by ice, guarding the numb and stiff bodies of his fellow whales around him, longing to take them back to the sea one day.

The priest’s voice was calm, like he was introducing his family in a fishing village to a newcomer, describing their characteristics with a hint of pride.

Too bad it's all just memories.

From their connection with the Higher Power, they fall into a frenzy of desire.

Hunters led by Byron Weiss intervene to explore the mysterious knowledge.

Everything will inevitably slide into the abyss.

Lin Hun stood beside the priest, raised his arm and wanted to pat his shoulder, but he held it in the air for a moment and then put it down helplessly.

The priest thought he was hiding well, but in fact, all his little movements were seen by Lin Hun. The other fishmen who spontaneously combusted without fire, the sudden gaps in the crowd and the scattered ashes all revealed their influence to Lin Hun.

Therefore, the best way to treat the priest is to listen.

After recalling all the past, and seeing his relatives and friends who were no longer in human form in front of him, the priest seemed to have some realization, and the mortal who was closest to the superior said the most disrespectful words.

"Perhaps our previous pilgrimage to Lord Kos was a mistake?"

Suddenly, the villagers' murmuring prayers fell silent, and the priest realized how blasphemous his words were, especially in front of a superior!

The priest turned around and knelt on the ground, opened his eyelids to reveal his empty eye sockets, and eagerly grabbed Lin Hun's legs and feet, trying to beg for forgiveness for his unintentional words.

"Sir! Please forgive my blasphemy! I am no longer worthy of leading you! I only ask you to kill this madman like me! It doesn't matter if you kill me directly or burn me to ashes! I said this myself, it has nothing to do with the other villagers!"

The voices of the villagers' prayers fell silent for a moment and then suddenly intensified, as if trying to cover up the priest's outrageous words.

But Lin Hun was right next to the priest, and he had already heard his words, so how could he cover them up?

Contrary to what the panicked priest had expected, Lin Hun was not angry about his words, but rather happy.

If rescue is possible, Lin Hun, who believes that he is still a human being, would of course prefer to rescue his own kind. At least he is not a blind believer who waits for rescue from others.

At first glance, the villagers who only knew how to pray, regardless of their weird appearance or numb thoughts, did not meet Lin Hun's criteria for rescue. He did not have time to change their thoughts bit by bit, not to mention that he was not suitable to do these things. Instead, the final result would only change the object of their prayers from Kos to himself.

What's the point of this?

Among all the villagers in the entire fishing village, only the priest is worth saving. At least he can still keep his thinking, at least he is not just able to pray to God.

But this is not enough, his thought is only a bud, and the bud is also the most fragile.

To be honest, if the seeds of rebellious and free thought had not sprouted in him during this period of time, he would still abide by his agreement with the priest and go find the source of the nightmare.

If the problem can be solved, just do it. But if it is troublesome, just give up. The worst that can happen is to return the umbilical cord.

The umbilical cord is just a nutritional supplement for me, shortening the time of development. I can still reach that stage without it, but the speed will be a little slower.

An unintentional remark from the priest made him realize that these guys could still be saved.

Sometimes, what we say unintentionally are our truest thoughts.

Those villagers were so indifferent and wooden before, but because of the priest's unintentional words, they suddenly changed. At least they were still worth saving.

"There's still hope. These guys can still be saved."