Travel through the worlds and spread the flames across the worlds

All the pillars are covered with densely packed carvings, like tentacles reaching up from the deep sea until they completely cover the surface.

However, Lin Hun could see the patterns but could not recognize their contents.

It was a strange feeling. He knew every stroke, but every fold and bend of the strokes completely went against his expectations.

The more Lin Hun looked at it, the more curious he became about how the next stroke would be drawn.

The face was getting closer and closer to the pattern on the wall, until the cheek touched the wet wall and was still getting closer.

The face pressed against the wall was squeezed and deformed, and the fat that had been hard to produce on the cheeks was squeezed and moved.

He kept pressing until his cheekbone, the most prominent part of his face under his eyes, was only separated from the wall by a thin layer of skin.

The skin blocked Lin Hun's way and he rubbed it unconsciously until his face was covered in blood.

The skin and flesh are getting thinner and thinner, and the cheekbones are getting closer and closer to the wall and are about to fall off.

Looking at Lin Hun's reckless look, one can clearly feel that this is not the end. If there is no interference from the outside world, he would probably really grind his entire head against the wall.

Even if only broken bones remain of the undead, they still cling to the flames.

The cheekbones have just begun to show their pointed corners, and there are already patterns on their heads.

The remaining humanity in Lin Hun's chest that has not been completely burned is like a piece of burning paper. Even if it is blown out, there is still fire remaining on the edge, ready to burn again at any time.

The bones' desire for fire becomes fuel to ignite humanity once again.

Without the spiral sword to help fuel the flames, the flames were not strong this time. Tongues of fire stretched out from the dark ring on Lin Hun's chest and licked the surroundings tentatively.

The moment I touched those patterns, it was like lighting a fuse.

With a hissing sound, all the buildings were completely ignited along the pattern.

The flames snaked up into the sky.

Like a sharp blade split the dim sky in two.

As luck would have it, the disk hanging high in the sky was cut in half at one-third of its length.

The red blood dyed the whole world red.

The whole process happened in a flash, and the fire spread so quickly that when the flames licked Lin Hun's eyes again, he suddenly raised his head and a loud thunder exploded from his mouth.

"You want me to pass on the fire? Dream on!"

The determination in my heart extinguished the spark in my chest and blew away the flame of temptation.

Even though the flames were still digging around fiercely, this time they ignored Lin Hun's location.

Do these flames have thoughts?

Or is this just Lin Hun’s imagination?

All I can say is that everything is possible “in dreams”.

Although he was temporarily free from the attraction of the patterned carvings, Lin Hun still just stared blankly at what was in front of him.

The dilated, lifeless pupils seemed to indicate that his soul had been absorbed by the mysterious knowledge contained within.

"Ah!" Lin Hun suddenly laughed heartily, clapped his hands excitedly, and performed an inexplicable dance with his legs, "I understand!!! I understand!!!"

The three inexplicable sounds of giggling, the clanging of gloves colliding with each other, and the crackling of iron shoes stepping on the ground formed a unified harmony.

Lin Hun's speech speed kept increasing. The clear words became more and more blurred and simpler, gradually losing their original meaning and turning into an incomprehensible but powerful cry.

It means one thing at first, but the more carefully I listen the more it seems wrong, and I just can't repeat the meaning of the sound no matter what.

The sounds of the same individual coming from two different sources sound chaotic and contradictory to each other.

However, when you began to seriously try to discern the meaning of Lin Hun's words, a veil was also lifted.

You will feel it!

A magnificent piece of classical music sounded in my ears——

The power contained therein burns one's heart like a flame.

Even the heart was pulled and beat wildly.

Lin Hun's strange dance moves are perfectly suited to this piece of music.

Weirdly twisting limbs, strange joint movements, the whole body is like a toy, or as if it is just a piece of skin. Something is wearing this costume called Lin Hun and is fiddling with it at will.

The twisted body made one posture after another that ordinary people could not make and began to dance.

Fire, music, and monsters.

The three elements bring a fiery heat to this humid nightmare.

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"Oh - God Kos."

On the coast that Lin Hun was looking at, there were groups of people lying down.

Although they are called human beings, their appearances are very different.

At the front are more snail-like shells that curl towards the center.

It’s not accurate to say it’s a snail shell. Which snail would be in the sea?

It's more like an ammonite shell than a snail shell.

These shells are neither smooth nor colorful. They are covered with barnacles of various colors and have irregular stone protrusions everywhere on the surface. They really look like they were dug out of the soil.

But if it is really ammonite, why would the shells of such ancient creatures appear here?

It is nothing more than a seemingly ancient relic.

Even if they are really ammonites, the owners of these shells have changed.

The upper body of a woman (?) fell out of the shell and lay prone on the ground.

I'm afraid the shell never thought that it would one day become a human residence.

People probably didn't expect that one day they would be able to live in a mobile home.

The fit between humans and shells is so poor that the shells cannot accommodate their inhabitants.

However, this may be a bit too absolute. It is still questionable whether the residents in these shells are women or human beings.

Just the slender arms and disheveled face would make one think this is a woman at first glance.

However, when you get closer, you will find that the loose hair on their heads looks more like tentacles than hair.

Maybe these were once hair?

But who cares?

Judging from their appearance, if a normal human were to fit into the shell, it would be impossible.

Sure enough, some individuals in front of them revealed their true appearance.

Starting from the waist, they are different from ordinary humans. Their once separated legs are glued together and gradually become thinner and completely merged into a tail. The slightly obvious depression in the middle of the tail undoubtedly proves that they were once human.

But now they have abandoned their identity as people of the earth and thrown themselves into the embrace of the ocean.

The wavy side fins on both sides of the tail are the best proof of this.

These shell-less ones seem to be stronger than their counterparts who are still carrying shells on their backs, unlike them who can only lie prone on the ground helplessly.

These shell-less individuals bend their waists like mantis shrimps, with their heads lowered below waist level.

Without the shell blocking their view, one can see more clearly that their arms are very slender, even a little deformed. The forearms, which were originally longer than the upper arms, have been extended, while the upper arms have been shortened, and one forearm is much longer than two upper arms.

They place their arms at their sides, using their humeri as support to hold up their upper torsos, and place their fingers together in front of their heads.

At the front are some rare humanoid creatures.

At least they seem to have all their limbs intact.

After watching the slug people, watching them again makes people feel somewhat familiar.

However, the webbed fingers and the fins on their backs reveal their identities - mermen.

Barnacles have grown on various parts of the body due to long-term lack of treatment.

Judging from their decorations, they don't look like natural mermen, but more like they were transformed later in life.

The clothes on their bodies were already full of holes and in tatters after being exposed to wind and rain for a long time. It seemed that during the transformation, the clothes on their heads and bodies had been stuck together with their flesh and blood, and still stubbornly covered their heads.

These fishermen were kneeling on the ground with their hands and knees prostrated. In front of them, there was only one fishman holding a long pole.

This long pole is as tall as three fishmen, with a glowing object hanging on the top, which is somewhat similar to the lantern on the head of the lantern fish.

However, among so many fishmen, only this one is special enough to declare itself special.

The densely packed shadows in the cave at the back indicated that they were not the only ones in this place.

The first person to raise his head was the murloc priest who was supposed to be the most pious.

The appearance of this flame in this dark and damp world is so abrupt and fierce.

It was easy to tear apart this harmonious and profound melody.

"Ah—is this a flame?"

The fishman had forgotten how long it had been since he had seen fire.

Even looking at the warmth with his eyes brought back memories.

"When was the last time I saw you? Ah~ Never mind. I just remember that I seemed to be very young at that time. The sky seemed to be bright?"

The priest lowered his head and glanced at the sky, then looked back at the fire and asked the people around him skillfully.

"This is a warmth I haven't felt in a long time, don't you think, David?"

"David, are you there?"

"David?"

"By the way, who is David?"

"Forget it, probably not an important person!?"

The priest casually passed over the question.

These villagers who were dragged into the dream had long lost their subjective thinking in the double torture of nightmares and fear.

They can only instinctively defend and pray, praying that one day He will forgive them.

However, they cannot understand God, cannot communicate with Him, and can only keep changing themselves in the hope of getting closer to God.

To this end, they would not hesitate to use divine blood, whether drinking it or soaking in it, as long as they could establish a connection with the great being.

Ah! Kos! If you can only respond to us! We beg for your forgiveness. . . . .

Ah! Damn Byronweiss! You despicable blasphemers! The cursed blood will surely befall you, and your descendants for generations to come!!!

“Kos! Are you finally venting your anger? Please...please burn the dream with flames!!! Whether it is to burn cowards like me, or burn those blasphemers into ashes!”

The fish-man priest lowered his head even lower until his entire face was buried in the wet sand.

A gurgling sound came from the mud and sand.

"I just... gulu... please... forgive... our sins!? Great God Kos!!!"

The priest, who had escaped from the mud and sand, suddenly looked up and shouted wildly.

This cry also awakened the villagers who were prostrating themselves and praying.

Maybe it was just triggered like a machine?

The villagers around shouted together even though they had lost their bodies and vocal cords.

"Great Kos!!!"

"Flame - great flame - please, I beg you, take us out of this nightmare -"