Travel through the worlds and spread the flames across the worlds

Chapter 129 Follow the Wind

"It's up to you~"

Coase answered casually that He did not care about the fate of mankind, or even if He cared, there was nothing He could do because the underlying tone was fixed and could not be changed.

This dream is like chicken ribs to Coase. It is tasteless to eat and a pity to throw away.

If Lin Hun didn't have any ideas, he would continue to maintain the dream. Although it consumes energy, how could he easily give up something he had finally obtained from "Yue"?

If Lin Hun had any ideas, He would just give it to him as a favor, since it would be useless to him anyway.

Kos waved his hand, and a black stone emerged from the ground and appeared in front of Lin Hun.

"Now just insert your sword into the black stone to the proper length and activate the flame."

"Is it that simple?" Lin Hun squatted down and ran his palm across the uneven surface of the black stone. He felt the aura of two superiors in the black stone. A sticky and familiar feeling should be the power of Kos. In the deepest roots, there was another cold power remaining, which was probably the "moon".

"Yes, it's that simple." Coase gave an affirmative answer.

Lin Hun thrust the sword in his hand into the black stone without hesitation. To ensure the effect, he aimed at the exact middle, until the tip of the sword was about to break through Kos's power layer and come into contact with the "moon".

Kos never expected that Lin Hun would use so much force, so he quickly used some of his strength to pull his arm to prevent him from continuing to exert force.

"Stop! Stop! Stop! That's enough here! If we go any deeper, Moon will notice us!"

Lin Hun's control over his body had already reached first-rate level. As soon as Kos pulled him, he knew he should not move forward and stopped instantly.

Only then did Kos let go and wiped the non-existent sweat from his non-existent forehead. He gathered his strength to feel the changes in the black stone, and it took him a while to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Phew - it's okay, it's okay. Fortunately, the sword hasn't touched the Moon yet. You don't have to worry about Him noticing your presence."

Kos didn't dare to give Lin Hun any more vague instructions. It would be troublesome if the excessive fire accidentally burned up the dream.

"Do you see the figure on the black stone?"

Lin Hun possessed the body again and carefully examined the surface of the black stone. Before, he only wanted to explore the power in it. He thought that the power of the stone was manifested in black, so he did not pay attention to the details. However, Kos's words showed that this was not the case.

"This is it!" Lin Hun's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip.

"Yes, it's just as you thought!" Kos's voice sounded beside Lin Hun's ears at the right time. "Most of these figures are villagers from the fishing village. How their appearance changes will be reflected in the dream."

Lin Hun found that it might be a bit too presumptuous to hastily call this stone a black stone just because of its color. Black is not its original color.

Lin Hun relies on the soul to become stronger. It can be said that no one in the blood world understands the soul better than him. He knows at a glance that the souls are the ones entangled with each other. These marks together form a black curtain that changes the color of the black stone.

Lin Hun couldn't distinguish the appearance of the foreigners. He saw big and small fishmen and slug people, as well as some human figures wearing clothes and holding weapons, and some creatures with long hair and walking upright that looked like humans but were not human.

Lin Hun had already met the former.

"There is more than one fishing village in this dream. Different places are folded on each other. The fishing village is at the top layer of this dream. You should see different figures from the villagers in the fishing village in the core of the dream."

"It's those hunters." Lin Hun gave an affirmative answer.

"Of course it's them!" Kos gritted his teeth and said, "Although their actions may have been driven by other guys, they are so bold to do such a thing. They deserve to die!"

Kos changed the subject with a hint of amusement, "But who can blame me for being so generous? I won't kill them. Since they like hunting, I will let them and their descendants to hunt to their heart's content."

Lin Hun heard the anger in Kos's words, and even after countless years, his rage remained unabated.

Lin Hun was too lazy to plead for these lunatics. From the information revealed by the priest's words, they had already become inhuman beings who would do anything to achieve their goals. In Lin Hun's eyes, those who could even torture their own compatriots at will were no longer human beings.

"But if you want to let these hunters go, that's fine. I'm a little tired of them after such a long time."

“No need!” Lin Hun said decisively, giving up on the hunters without hesitation. “You can do whatever you want with your toys, as long as it doesn’t affect innocent people.”

But Lin Hun also left himself a little leeway, "If I kill these hunters with fire, you should be okay, right?"

"Burning by the fire? Sure! Sure! Sure! Sure!" Kos exclaimed in surprise. He had always dragged hunters into dreams and let them fight each other, and never intervened actively. He thought that this was torture enough, but he did not expect that "fire" would be so capable. He immediately agreed impatiently.

Hearing that Kos had misinterpreted his meaning, Lin Hun could only pretend to be cold. It was okay as long as he didn't mind the misunderstanding.

"Alright, now quickly inject your flame into the black stone, and then slowly erase their marks. Remember, you must only pick villagers from the fishing village!"

Kos changed his previous indifferent attitude and reminded with concern.

Needless to say, flame is the best answer.

Lin Hun thought that the strange shapes of the villagers in the fishing village were easy to identify, and the flames quickly swept across one dark soul after another.

Wisps of flames slowly seeped out of the bodies of the villagers from the fishing village who were worshipping in the distance. Unlike the exploding flames and extreme pain when they came into direct contact with the forest soul, this time there was no pain at all, only relief. With a sense of relief, one figure after another was burned to ashes and dissipated by the wind. Everything was so natural.

The freedom of the soul finally allowed them to get rid of the heavy shackles and regain consciousness. Every villager in the fishing village would always shout loudly before dispersing and then disappear with the wind.

This shout was like a torch that kept spreading among the crowd. More and more villagers in the fishing village began to wake up. They followed the guidance of the power, turned around, knelt down in the direction of Lin Hun, and praised the name of "Fire" in unison.

They all heard the conversation between Lin Hun and the priest, but they were just a group of mindless villagers and had nothing else to offer to Lin Hun except kneeling down in worship.

However, they still remembered Lin Hun's request and only knelt once before standing up. They smiled at their relatives and friends around them before turning into ashes and disappearing one after another.

More and more people joined in, and the voices became louder and louder. The priest with his eyes closed in the distance also heard the villagers' shouts and knew that the "fire" was successful. In fact, he was the first to feel relieved because he was closest to it. However, he was worried that it was just an illusion and was unwilling to accept it no matter what. Only now did he finally feel at ease.

The flames dispelled the nightmare and temporarily dispelled Kos's blessing. The dense scales and fins fell off the priest's body, and the deformed body was recast under the burning flames. At the last moment, the fish-man priest regained his human appearance.

He excitedly moved his old body. Even though he was not as strong as when he was a murloc, he was still ecstatic. His old body was more stable and tougher than when he was a murloc.

Priest, no, now he should be called village chief.

The village chief bent his knees firmly and knelt on the ground, supporting his body with his hands on both sides and gently nodding his head.

Then go with the wind.