bookrandom Chapter 160 Abandonment and Being Abandoned
Chapter 160 Abandonment and Being Abandoned
Lin Hun only controlled the coverage of the flames so as not to burn the building and the central flora, but the necessary temperature was still there. The delicate flowers quickly wilted under the scorching heat, and the edges of the branches and petals appeared slightly dry. No matter how weird it was, the essence of this thing was still a plant.
When the central flora sensed the death of one of its masters, it also realized that its own life would not last long, and driven by its survival instinct, it shook its branches more frantically, driving the bouquet of flowers on the top, like a dying earthworm on a fishhook, transmitting information to the illusory universe. It tried to find more and stronger losers to save its own life.
Lin Hun pulled out the sword from the body of the lucky guy under the soil, walked to the side of the central flora, and under the high temperature flame of the sword, all the flowers shifted to the outside and tried to stay away from him.
Lin Hun was not polite at all. He didn't care about the plants' resistance at all. He walked under them, stood on tiptoe, and unceremoniously plucked a petal from the top flower disk, and nodded:
"Not bad, not bad, this thing is big enough to be used as a fan."
There is something quite interesting about fanning yourself in the flames.
With the forest soul beside them, the plants were as dead as if they dared not move.
How can this work! ?
Lin Hun stepped on the soil beside him and thrust a sword from top to bottom into the body of the lucky person who was about to break out of the soil successfully.
However, Lin Hun's behavior has spread among the losers and is known to everyone, especially those who are about to break ground, who are even more vigilant. They all have their own ways of dealing with it.
The loser at his feet did not dodge but deliberately used his shoulder to catch Lin Hun's sword. He hoped that this would make the hunter above think that he had been killed. The loser was secretly proud in his heart:
"It's just a penetrating wound. It's totally worth it as long as I can save my life."
"It feels a bit wrong," Lin Hun turned the hilt of the sword, and the wounds on the loser's body in the mud were torn and stretched. The severe pain almost made his body tremble, but fortunately he managed to hold it back.
"It seems that I was wrong."
The loser under the soil breathed a sigh of relief, "The plan has been two-thirds successful. As long as the hunter pulls out the sword, I can quietly dig the soil. As long as I can leave, everything will be fine!"
Unfortunately, the loser underground could not see the expression on Lin Hun's face, nor could he guess what Lin Hun was thinking. Although the bloodline world could not rely on obtaining the soul to determine whether a life had disappeared, the main reason why he had been able to survive until now was his caution.
Flames gushed out from the sword, and the loser who endured the pain turned into ashes without even having time to scream. He was truly a tough guy among losers.
The flora trembled as it felt the breath of another master disappear, and its bent branches became as stiff as dead wood.
Seeing that the flora did not move, Lin Hun's patience gradually wore out. He frowned and knocked on the trunk of the flora with his sword.
"Bang Bang."
The flora trembled, and Lin Hun frowned and said impatiently:
"What are you stopping for! Keep shaking people!"
The flora is more like an alarm responsible for transmitting information. The fear of death makes it instinctively fear the forest soul, but it cannot understand what the forest soul means.
Lin Hun didn't believe it and tapped the trunk with his finger. After trying for a long time, he finally sighed:
"It seems like it is a somewhat weird plant. However, it is outrageous enough that it knows how to seek benefits and avoid harm. If it can understand human language, it would be a spirit."
Lin Hun stabbed the trunk of the flora with a sword, and the blood was vaporized by the temperature of the flames before it could spurt out.
The flora is not dominated by the main trunk alone. A large number of small plants depend on the central plant to grow into their current appearance. They are inseparable and together form this huge flora.
Now at the critical moment of life and death, the plants at the center can no longer suppress the other plants' desire to survive. They swing their branches of varying thicknesses and continuously hit the part of the main trunk where the fire has started, hoping to extinguish the deadly flame.
"Even plants are struggling to survive," Lin Hun sighed as he looked at the scene in front of him, "but unfortunately I will not let go of plants that rely on human blood for nutrients, even in my dreams."
The branches that came into contact with the flames not only failed to put out the flames, but instead made things worse and became tainted by the flames. The flames that were originally only burning the main trunks were carried down by them to various parts of the flora.
The individual plants now have no time to care about the central plant because they can no longer save themselves.
The flames bloomed on the bodies of the flora, and the originally single flora became a hotbed of flames.
"Well, it looks better this way," Lin Hun suddenly dodged the incoming attack by moving sideways, "Don't you think so?"
The one who launched the sneak attack was a "loser". When Lin Hun was dealing with the flora, more than one loser seized the opportunity to break out of the ground. Lin Hun naturally noticed it, but did not care.
All the losers lost their palms and arms that could easily cover the head of an ordinary adult. As the caster, the arms are also an indispensable part of the ritual. Without arms, the so-called superior is at best just a tall disabled person.
The loser did not respond to Lin Hun's words. He bent his waist and rushed towards Lin Hun together with other losers. Although they had no hands, they were still alive. As long as they were alive, they would never let go of this villain who had rashly broken in.
Lin Hun kept moving and dodged sideways, and another loser who rushed over took the big sword from the trunk of the flora.
The fire has been planted, and there is no need for a greatsword to keep it burning.
He jumped forward to avoid the loser rushing from the side, and squeezed through the gap between the two losers in front of him. Lin Hun cut them in half at the waist with a sword, but the losers' heads and chests were connected together and they had no necks at all. Lin Hun was used to cutting necks and didn't know where to start.
More and more losers emerged from the mud like fully grown cicadas and joined the team that collided with the forest soul.
Lin Hun danced among these handless losers. The armless losers could not stop Lin Hun's killing pace at all. Every time they passed by him closely, the sword in Lin Hun's hand would keep turning one or two losers into four or more.
Thanks to this efficient method of fighting, the number of losers unearthed and buried barely remained stable and did not fill up the courtyard.
"Oh?" Lin Hun suddenly looked up and found that the sky had dimmed at some point, and the brilliant universe descended over the courtyard. The losers who were surrounding and colliding with him retreated away from Lin Hun and came to the blind corner of the courtyard.
Lin Hun kicked the upper body of the loser with a head at his feet, and looked at the arrival of the universe and asked curiously:
"Is this your secret technique? It looks beautiful. Is that a real starry sky?"
The loser's upper body spat out a mouthful of blood, and when Lin Hun approached, he rushed out and tried to pin Lin Hun down with his body. The other losers who were chopped into pieces also rushed out as long as they were still able to move, and pinned down Lin Hun's lower body from all sides.
As if thinking the outcome was decided, the loser finally spoke his first words to Lin Hun:
"Damn hunter! Intruder! Can't you just wait for the stars to hit you to death?"
After he finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to Lin Hun. Because he was the first one willing to speak, Lin Hun deliberately poked him with his sword in an attempt to make him reveal more information.
"Don't poke Him. He won't pay any attention to you."
The loser on the other leg suddenly spoke. Knowing that he and Lin Hun would soon die, he didn't care.
The mumbling sound of the loser is somewhat similar to the unconscious whispering of a person in sleep, which is understandable to Lin Hun.
"Do you see the starry sky?" The loser tried to straighten his chest and wanted to take another look at the deep space. However, his remaining upper body could not support him to turn over. After trying several times, he still fell to the ground in frustration.
Suddenly, a hand appeared and turned him over. The loser suddenly turned his head and looked at Lin Hun. Although he didn't know why the enemy in front of him did this, he still replied in a muffled voice, "Thank you."
Lin Hun waved his hand and said casually:
"If you want to thank me, tell me some information about the sky above."
It is impossible that Lin Hun is kind to his family member for no reason. Everything he does is just to obtain more information.
The loser stopped talking and just stared blankly at the starry sky appearing in the sky and carrying the stars closer and closer.
Lin Hun just thought that He was unwilling to continue communicating, but it didn't matter so he just did it casually, there was no loss.
"That's our hometown, or rather our hometown in our consciousness." The loser suddenly said softly, like a dying whisper.
"Shut up! Don't get in touch with the hunters!"
The loser who was silent at the beginning stared at the loser who was speaking angrily, his eyes full of rage. The other losers also stared at the loser who was speaking. If it weren't for delaying Lin Hun, they would have pounced on him and started biting him with their teeth.
"Finally there's someone who can reveal some information, and you won't let him talk!?"
Lin Hun would never tolerate him, and he stabbed his head (?) with a sword, nailing him to the ground. The world was finally quiet.
Lin Hun's legs trembled and he dropped the loser from his feet. He came to the loser and said with a smile:
"You go on, go on."
No matter whether Lin Hun was approaching or his fellow tribesmen were dying, the empty eyes of this loser had never left the universe in the sky for even a moment. From the moment he saw the starry sky, nothing else mattered.
The other losers dragged their half-crippled bodies and followed behind Lin Hun, using what they thought were effective means to restrain him.
It’s not that there were no superiors who tried to bite Lin Hun with their teeth, but the material of this hunter’s clothes was slippery than oil, and it always slipped between his teeth, so he could only hold it down with his body.
"That starry sky has always existed in our consciousness. Everyone knows that it is our hometown, but no matter what, we can never go back. There is something incomplete about us. Everyone knows it is incomplete, but no one can tell where it is incomplete. In the end, we gave up and were given up."