Travel through the worlds and spread the flames across the worlds

Many things in the world are spiraling.

Just like the stairs in front of Lin Hun.

It spreads downwards along the wall in a spiral manner.

Every step he took was on this step.

A lot of time has passed.

However, it seemed that because it was inside the bunker, the stairs were still as solid as new.

No gaps and no slippage.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Lin Hun looked at the darkness below and couldn't help but complain:

"How long is this dark road?"

If the torch at the top of the stairs hadn't been still unusually bright, Lin Hun would have already backed down.

After walking down for a distance, step on the gravel under your feet.

The scene before my eyes has changed dramatically.

Different from the previous smooth journey.

The stairs in front of me are broken.

Lin Hun squatted down and gently touched the fault on the stairs under his feet:

"The break is very abrupt. It looks like it was caused by human damage."

Time covers up all secrets.

But there are always ways to get around the ruthless time.

Lin Hun saw the last moment of the stairs through his technical memory.

It was a handle shaped like a sledgehammer.

Shu Linhun had never come into contact with it personally, so he didn't know what the hammer was.

"But it doesn't matter. It looks like the damage to the bridge is not serious."

Lin Hun raised his head and looked forward.

Opposite the broken stairs.

Although the torch above looks a little crooked, the light it emits is still bright enough.

With the help of the light, Lin Hun could see that the broken staircase was not far away from him.

It's just the distance of one stride.

To be on the safe side, Lin Hun first took out a dagger from his bag.

He threw it down without even looking at it.

A few seconds passed quickly.

He heard a crisp collision sound, which was the sound of the dagger falling to the ground.

Although he has no professional knowledge and no professional calculation formulas.

However, some conclusions can be drawn from the landing time:

"It doesn't seem very high, so we can give it a try."

Before doing anything, he had already thought of a way out.

Take the two extra daggers.

Flames ignited in Lin Hun's hands, dyeing them red.

Looking at the broken wall of the stairs, he had already made a decision in his heart:

"Since the stairs are broken, why not just put up some handrails similar to those used for rock climbing? It would be the same if we climbed over the wall."

Lin Hun is not a hesitant person and he does what he thinks.

Facing the inside of the wall, he thrust his sword into the wall.

The wall, which had been solidified by time, should have been indestructible.

But under the flaming spear in Lin Hun's hand, the so-called indestructibility became a joke.

Not even as good as an old popsicle straight out of the freezer.

With just one strike, the entire blade of the sword sank into the air.

At the same time, Lin Hun extinguished the fire with ease.

The wall returned to its previous stability, firmly clamping the sword so that he couldn't pull it out no matter how he shook.

Looking at his masterpiece, Lin Hun nodded with satisfaction:

"It seems that the benefit from the Lower Town is not only the opening of a new area for me, but my 'nail-driving' technique is also becoming more and more proficient."

If there is a cultural relics protection association, it will probably severely condemn Lin Hun’s destructive behavior.

But unfortunately, there are not many living people in Lordran, and not many people care about these dead things.

What's more, there are walls everywhere.

Grabbing the dagger on the wall, Lin Hun lifted his feet off the ground and used one hand as support to insert the other flaming dagger within arm's length:

"I'm the only one in Lordran, so I can decide whatever I want. There are no specific requirements. The main thing is to do whatever makes me feel comfortable."

Following the same pattern, Lin Hun completed his assignment and came to the other side of the broken stairs.

There were also four more sword handles on the wall.

After completing the journey, Lin Hun turned back and looked at the road he had come from:

"It doesn't feel that far actually. It's more like it's dark. Now it looks like I can cross it in one step."

As he spoke, he stretched out a leg.

Suspended above the invisible darkness.

But in the end he didn't take the step.

If I really jump over it, then all my hard work would have been in vain.

If you don’t try, you’ll have done nothing in vain!

After passing the first break, Lin Hun continued to go deeper.

On the way ahead, he encountered more and more gaps.

Some of the gaps are only wide enough for one person to pass through.

But this obviously does not pose a problem for Lin Hun.

If there is a road, walk on it; if there is no road, build one.

His dagger was always looted from the ghost soldiers.

Now most of the ghost soldiers in the Undead Town are without weapons, so the reserves are definitely more than enough.

In addition, the actual distance of the cut is not long, so most of the time just one dagger is enough.

The first four daggers were the only exception.

“It’s a bit weird.”

Standing on the last step, Lin Hun could see the bottom. He did not move forward. He stood there, stroking his chin and thinking:

"How come only the stairs are damaged? Even the walls are not damaged."

"At worst, these torches should be destroyed as well, right?"

"What does it mean to destroy the road?"

Unfortunately, Lin Hun obtained too little information.

The only technical memory he gained every time he touched the cross section was the falling hammer.

It's that hammer every time.

As for the rest, there is none.

"never mind"

Lin Hun shook his head and cleared the messy thoughts from his mind:

"Why worry about so much? You'll know everything soon after you get to the bottom."

. . . . . .

Three meters above the base of the tower, many torches are hung around.

The darkness was gone, and the entire base of the tower was illuminated with unusual brightness, like a gladiatorial arena.

A man in heavy armor was standing in the center of the bottom of the tower, silently waiting for the next arrival.

The heavy armor on his body and the shield that was large enough to cover him both had a gray rock texture.

However, this person did not use the shield, he just carried it on his back.

His hands together held a huge stone sledgehammer.

Rather than a stone hammer, it looks more like the tooth of some giant beast.

"This is the Javier suit."

The first time he saw it, Lin Hun recognized this armor:

"Legend has it that Havel, a good friend of Sun King Gwyn, once joined the dragon hunting war and gained great fame."

"People who admire Havel wear armor, weapons and protective gear made of stone in order to be as brave as him, just to reproduce the glory of hunting dragons."

"What a pity."

Lin Hun shook his head and sighed:

"When the world was first created, the leaders almost killed all the ancient dragons. Now there are only a few left, and most of them are hybrids. It is impossible to recreate the glory of the dragon hunting days."

"But you didn't respond to all I said. It seems you have become a mindless zombie."

Lin Hun pulled out the Black Knight Sword from behind and shrugged:

"I should have known not to talk so much nonsense with you."

After saying that, he walked down the stairs.