Travel through the worlds and spread the flames across the worlds

The skeleton in front heard the movement behind him and twisted his hands.

click!

The head turned 180 degrees, and the soul jumping in the empty eye sockets took in the figure of Brother Huixin.

This sudden movement frightened Brother Huixin so much that his body trembled and he dared not move forward, holding his shield in front of him.

He twisted his ankle and ran away as soon as something went wrong.

The skeleton just stared blankly without moving.

If it were any normal time, the skeleton would definitely expel the intruder in front of him immediately, but in the current special circumstances, it is more important to witness the battle in front of him.

It was the giant representing the cemetery who drove away the forest spirits and restored peace.

It was Lin Hun who overcame the difficulties and escaped safely.

The skeleton does not care about the honor or disgrace, it only cares about the results.

The two of them were stuck in a stalemate.

Finally, the skeleton felt that Brother Frustrated had no intention of attacking, so he twisted his hands and turned his head back.

This smooth twisting movement was the first time he saw a skeleton perform such a movement.

Just looking at this weird way of turning the head made Brother Huixin's neck feel a little sore. He couldn't help but twist his neck, feeling the pulling sensation on his neck. After confirming that he really couldn't turn his head like that, Brother Huixin breathed a sigh of relief.

“Fuck! What’s wrong with me? I’m like a rookie! I came down here rashly! I could have been completely safe hiding in the stairs, but why did I come down here anyway!”

Brother Huixin gently lifted his legs and slid along the ground bit by bit, keeping his eyes on the skeleton.

The skeleton was quite honest and didn't even turn his head once. The other skeletons made their own judgment and kept looking at the center of the battlefield. They had no time to care about Brother Dejected and let him leave safely.

Go back to the stairs and you can easily run back to the hall in just three steps. This is the closest location to the safe point.

The discouraged brother, who had been holding his breath, slowly exhaled the foul air accumulated in his chest, and at the same time exhaled the unspeakable thoughts in his heart.

"You little devil, you little devil, this time you're really going to become a little devil~"

Climbing up the stairs, Brother Desperate sat down on the highest step and looked into the distance.

"Why don't you just stay with me in the Firelink Shrine? Sigh - ordinary guys like us just need to wait. Now you've gotten into such a big mess since you came to the Firelink Shrine. I hope you still have enough soul and humanity in you."

The heart of the discouraged brother is filled with complicated thoughts, including sadness, pity and regret, as well as a little bit of expectation and hope hidden in the deepest part.

The fat clergyman at the end of the corridor stuck his head out, glanced at the silhouette of Brother Desperate, and then shrank back after just one glance.

"Two damn undeads actually caused such a big trouble! Damn it, what if there are no more undeads in the future? Are all my miracles going to be in vain? I heard that a saint will come soon. Looking at the commotion in the cemetery, it will be troublesome if something unexpected happens. It shouldn't affect the plan, right? Damn undeads, they are the filth of the world! Shit! Bastards!"

The priest came from the Central Committee of the White Church and had been in the Firelink Shrine for such a long time, so he had some background.

As a place with a long history, he would naturally explore it carefully, perhaps finding some unexpected gains.

But unfortunately, after searching everywhere, the priest only found a few soul blocks. So Brother Dispirited withdrew from the pilgrimage and stayed at the Firelink Shrine.

"Weak, pathetic bastards, looking at their condition, they won't be able to pass on the flame even if they take 100 years. I feel like I'm going blind just looking at them. Gods, why do you still allow these disgusting creatures to exist! And even participate in the pilgrimage! Why not just use them as sacrifices for our White Church! If we rely on them to provide humanity to our White Church followers! Give them to me! The flame would have been passed on long ago!"

More than once the priests had questioned the gods' decisions in their hearts.

Of course, on the surface he still maintained a kind smile on his face, was 100% friendly, supported the gods' plan, and provided some help to the undead.

Of course, he would definitely uphold the principle of equal exchange, which is also observed by the gods.

What he taught was what he truly believed to be worth the price.

But he was a local tyrant after all, and he knew a path that led directly from the sacrificial site to the cemetery. It was his exclusive secret passage.

"These idiots will never find my treasure unless they die."

The thought of the treasured treasure finally eased a little the nausea and disgust in his heart.

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The giant took back his weapon from the skeleton's raised arm, with the flat blade facing down, and raised his arm hard above his shoulder.

As a person without flesh and blood, he should not need to care about the direction of the blade, but the instinct of the pressure on his body still made him make such a move.

This time the giant did not trample on the skeleton at will, but chose to slow down his speed to give the skeleton time to react.

The skeletons also responded to the giant, spreading out neatly, running through the "white sea" to reveal a passage leading directly to the "snow mountain".

The skeleton watched the giant slowly walk to the foot of the "snow mountain". There was no need for the giant to be as embarrassed as last time. The last skeleton on the road spread out his ribs and used his body to shovel piles of broken bones, piling them on both sides.

Every time a skeleton filled the chest cavity, a blank skeleton would step forward to take its place. With their mutual cooperation, the mountain began to open up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Lin Hun inside didn't feel anything at first.

The "Snow Mountain" is like a coffin. The silence is so frightening that it makes people uneasy. Staying there for a long time without any contact with the outside world will only drive ordinary people crazy.

Lin Hun felt that it was just right to stay inside for a short period of time. Without skeletons falling from his head, he could also lean against the wall to catch his breath for a while.

Physical fatigue can be relieved by the soul, but spiritual tension can only be regulated by time.

But precisely because he was in the "Snow Mountain", Lin Hun could not perceive the changes in the outside world, so he always felt worried in his heart, not knowing what he would face after going out.

When faced with such a situation, he prefers to accumulate until the right time before going out.

Lin Hun pulled at the bones on the wall and rubbed them with his feet, driving them into the big pit under his feet.

Whatever the situation, solid ground is essential.

Take only a little at a time, just to accumulate it and prevent the pothole from collapsing from the inside.

If this "snow mountain" collapses, I will be buried deep and die from lack of oxygen.

"Fortunately, skeletons are brainless and straightforward. Thank the Tomb King for not giving them brains."

If even one skeleton realized the need to destroy the "Snow Mountain", Lin Hun would have been reborn into the bonfire long ago and would not have caused such a scene.

As for committing suicide back at the bonfire?

Lin Hun had thought about it before, but in the end he shook his head and decided to give up. How could he let the first blood he had managed to maintain be destroyed in his own hands? At least he would have to struggle a bit.

Rustling.

?

Rustling.

?

A faint sound suddenly appeared in Lin Hun's ears.

Lin Hun followed the sound and found that among the broken bones on the wall beside him, the smaller ones rolled down the wall and fell to the ground due to the vibration.

The movement was obviously abnormal, so Lin Hun would not approach foolishly. He put his shield on his back, held the sword horizontally in front of his chest, and looked at the wall in front of him vigilantly.