Travel through the worlds and spread the flames across the worlds

Going into the water once again, Lin Hun crossed the dividing buildings and entered the calm inner circle from the turbulent outer circle.

The building as a cage successfully divides the silent void at the edge of consciousness.

In the past, these buildings did not have the function of dividing consciousness. Their main function was to divide the sea area and restrict the activities of the superiors so as to facilitate killing.

In the dream, the runes still allow the building to maintain its dividing function, but this time the division is at the level of consciousness.

Even though there are buildings dividing the sea water, the inherent coldness and depth hidden in it still exist.

This cannot be eliminated by external factors alone.

But the power of runes is relative.

The runes in Lin Hun's mind began to burn, and faint sparks could be seen in the gaps between each stroke.

This rune cannot be engraved on the flesh of an ordinary person.

The temperature generated when the rune burns is enough to roast a person's brain.

But Lin Hun doesn't have to worry. Since the "fire" has the image of words because of him, it will naturally not burn his head.

At most, I feel a little hot-headed.

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The burning hope of the fish-man priest gradually faded as the flames died out.

He thought that the fire came from the deep border and would surely spread and sweep across the entire dream.

But it seems that we have overestimated it. Even though there are still some sparks left, it seems that its extinction is inevitable.

The other villagers who had held their heads high began to hunch back to their previous posture and lowered their heads.

Their heads were buried deeper into the ground than before.

"It must be because we are not pious enough that Kos's anger has not been vented. If we were more pious, his anger would surely surge and spread."

“Until then… until then!!! Only then can we be free—”

The fish-man priest looked at the fire in the sky reluctantly. He hoped that it could burn him and take him out of the nightmare. Unfortunately, it was just wishful thinking.

"We...we...how long shall we wait to repent? Great Kos..."

He shifted his gaze to look at the being crawling on the beach ahead.

He looks like a stranded whale, with a milky white outer skin that has a distinct gelatinous texture. It is hard to tell whether it is skin or clothing. All that is certain is that it is covering His body, with obvious scale patterns.

The face and slender limbs exposed from the edge of the skin reveal His gender - female.

But this is not a human being, His fingers have webbed fingers like a mermaid.

He also does not have two feet that merge into a pointed tail like the Slug Man.

No, it should be the slug man who is more like Him.

His face resembles that of a woman, but his loose hair is flesh-colored tentacles.

It seems that these worshipping slug people are trying to have the same form as him.

However, what is the use of having a physical body? Without the corresponding personality to support it, it is still just an empty shell.

This is the body of Kos, and perhaps the source of the curse.

Even though the fish-man priest has talked about Kos's body more than once, he still feels dizzy every time he watches it for a long time.

The sound of the tide surging in my mind became clearer.

"But it doesn't matter. Isn't the homeland of the fishmen water? It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. I just hope that you can show... "

The waves rising in the dark and calm sea interrupted the mumbling of the fish-man priest.

"Something is coming from the sea! How is it possible!!! This is a dream!!! How can something come from the border, unless..."

The priest seemed to suddenly remember something, suppressed the voice in his head, and suddenly turned his head to look at Kos's body.

"Is it you!? Great Kos! Will you once again come from the water to forgive our sins!?"

The sudden sound of waves once again woke up the villagers who were praying behind the priest.

In such a short period of time, unexpectedly, movements occurred one after another in the peaceful nightmare.

Without the priest's call, the villagers looked towards the place where the sound came from with empty eyes.

They prayed again, hoping that the long-awaited figure would return and take them to the peaceful paradise under the sea.

"flood!!!"

A figure among the villagers suddenly began to combust.

Then villagers in different places began to burn one after another, like human figures.

Their twisted postures undoubtedly revealed that this fire was not empty.

But how could a flame appear out of nowhere in such a humid environment without even a fire source?!

None of the other people around these humanoid torches seemed to see their bodies struggling in the flames.

Even though the flames had licked their bodies, they still couldn't feel any temperature.

However, these flames that erupted from within did not spread to other people around.

The surrounding villagers just looked at their fellow tribesmen twisting their bodies in confusion without knowing why.

I knew that the bodies of all the burning beings were scorched and turned black in the air.

It fell to the ground with a puff, turned into a handful of ash, and stuck to the wet skin of other members of the same clan.

"This is not Kos!!! This is not Kos!!!"

The fish-man priest saw a red star rolling and jumping in the waves. It was so conspicuous and bright in the dark tide.

Just looking at Him makes one feel warm in the heart and hot in the head.

As a murloc priest, he is the pinnacle of power in the entire fishing village and the closest mortal being to the great Kos.

There is already mystery in its eyes, and it can glimpse part of the mystery.

Only then did he realize that the flame had not gone out.

The good news is that the flames have not gone out and are even heading towards the shore.

The bad news is that this flame is not the wrath of Kos, but of other great beings.

The first great being Kos came and brought enlightenment to the villagers.

The second abominable school, the murderous hunters, arrived, killing the great, taking away the enlightenment, and exploring the fishing village.

Will this third person who is about to arrive bring blessings or suffering to the fishing village?

The priest's eyes began to burn, but he did not dare to close them. Instead, he ran towards the fire. He was the only one among all the villagers who was qualified to witness His coming.

Whether He represents disaster or blessing, He wants to witness His coming with his own eyes.

He would pray if he could.

No matter whether it is a blessing or a tribulation, as long as this dream can be burned, as long as it can be burned, it will be fine.

At the same time he shouted loudly to alert the villagers.

"Everyone! Everyone, close your eyes! Don't look at Him!!! He is not the great Kos!!!"

The villagers once again lowered their heads to the ground, shaking all over like ostriches trying to escape from themselves.

What you look forward to is just passing you by.

The hunters' torture had worn away everyone's courage, and the long-term torture had exhausted their will.

Only the priest still had some sanity left. His pupils began to burn, and intense pain went straight from his nerves to his brain. But he didn't dare to close his eyes.

I am afraid that this closure will miss out on this great being, just like I failed to protect Coase before.

His legs had become deformed from kneeling for so long, and being in a humid environment for so long felt like a knife cutting every muscle with every step he took.

Even though he was limping, his speed was not slow at all. He took two steps, supported the pole in his hand, pushed it down, and made a small leap forward.