The red moon returns

Chapter 551 As you wish

The scorching flames instantly enveloped Lynch's will, the heat wave licked his non-existent skin, the hot air tore at his throat and chest, and the pain of being burned by the flames penetrated through every invisible pore, gnawing at his will.

No matter how many times he has experienced it, such pain is still unbearable. However, this time Lynch had no complaints. His flaming body appeared under the light of miracle and wrapped the strange object with his body.

Because it would make him feel a little calmer.

No matter which world, people only believe in equal exchange. There is no reward without effort, and all gains have been secretly marked with a price.

Therefore, all the beautiful feelings of twenty people are indeed a very heavy sacrifice, but can they really drive a strange object that only people like the Pope and the Cardinals who carry the admiration and respect of countless people are qualified to drive?

Even if it can only offset a little bit of the divine power, it can at least drive two of the divine powers among the strange objects. Are these twenty people really qualified?
This question actually appeared in Lynch's mind from the beginning, but... someone said enough, so he believed it.

Lin Qi is not a saint. Like most people, he doesn't want to die. Since someone is willing to give everyone a reason to believe, why not believe it? Even if it turns out to be fake, it's just being deceived. So believe it. There's nothing wrong with it. And what if I don't believe it? I have no choice. It's good for everyone to believe it.

So Lynch instinctively avoided all doubts and made himself believe everything. However, a few minutes ago, a question from Chairman Ole completely revealed his thoughts and forced him to look directly into his own heart.

There is no such thing as getting something for nothing in the world. Someone is carrying the burden and someone is paying the full price.

The conscience from a peaceful and normal world made him unable to play dumb any longer, and he could only face the reality.

I have no position and no qualifications to stop your choice, but I can at least accompany you to complete everything, without any reason, just to live up to my conscience.

As their hearts became more determined, the flames became more vigorous. The sudden surge in temperature made it difficult for the four mid-level priests to hold on, and they retreated to the edge of the platform before stopping.

"This kid is really..."

Nightingale watched Lynch's actions and stood there for a long time. Suddenly, she sighed softly and looked at the bag of bottles left by Lynch.

A wonderful scene appeared before her eyes.

The twenty-four glass bottles in the bag were becoming turbid at a speed visible to the naked eye. The powerful flames of the four priests could not delay it for a moment. When Lynch of the flames joined in, the bottles became extremely strange, sometimes clear, sometimes turbid, jumping back and forth between pollution and purification.

It was obviously an extremely violent conflict, enough to make people terrified, but Ms. Nightingale just sighed softly, and a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of her mouth: "I am old and can't walk anymore. It's nice to have someone willing to support me along the way. Thank you."

As she spoke, Nightingale suddenly lifted up the bottles and threw them towards the ground. The moment they touched the ground, with a crisp crash, all the bottles disappeared into thin air and returned to the medicine box in flames. The old woman returned to her seat and knelt down again, then crossed her hands and immersed herself in prayer.

At this time, Lynch had no idea what was happening outside and he was facing an extremely troublesome situation.

After being stamped by Ms. Cthugya, Lynch no longer needs a ring and can switch between the two forms freely. He doesn't have to worry about the time limit. Even if he falls into a coma due to exceeding his personal tolerance, he will automatically return to his human form and will not die from burning his soul in a coma. Although this ability does consume a lot of soul fuel, and it is really painful to endure repeated burning, it is much more useful than the ring because it is no longer restricted by the upper limit of the lowest level of fear-level wonders. Now it is completely restricted by Lynch's soul strength. The stronger his soul is, the higher the intensity of the flame can be. Only when Lynch's soul strength exceeds Ms. Cthugya's own will the ability show its upper limit again.

It is for this reason that Lynch's purification of the miracle object is so effective, but this time, the feeling is completely different from the previous time when he purified the miracle light.

As the pure white flames burned, an indescribable huge pressure emanated from the light of miracle and pressed towards Lynch along the flames.

Through the flames, Lynch sensed a huge green ball of light, waving thousands of hideous tentacles. With every wriggling, endless terror gushed out, adding more pressure to Lynch's soul.

With his rich experience, Lynch instantly understood why the pollution of the Light of Miracle suddenly intensified. It was because Mordiggian had woken up from his deep sleep and was using the power of the explosion to project his will through the barriers of time and space onto this small medicine box. The healing power in the medicine box without external support was simply unable to resist. Even with the scorching flames constantly purifying, it was still retreating under the erosion. Nightingale miscalculated. This was no longer a problem that could be solved by periodically suspending the ceremony. With Mordiggian messing around behind the scenes, the ceremony could not proceed at all.

At this moment, Lynch was transforming his own soul into a spark, colliding head-on with the will of Mordiggian.

Cold, twisted, weird, crazy, the moment of contact, this horrifying will has swept through Lynch's soul along with the light of miracle. Under the vast supreme will like the ocean, even the fire from theocracy cannot warm Lynch's soul.

The flame was still licking the light of miracle, seemingly nothing unusual, but Lynch, who had turned into flame, fell into defeat in an instant. Every second the flame burned, would only make Lynch's consciousness colder, and the burning soul was like a candle swaying in the wind, as if it could be extinguished at any time.

Although he knew it was impossible, Lynch had no intention of retreating. Even though his soul was almost frozen, he was still desperately squeezing out every bit of strength to make the flames burn more vigorously.

Damn it, someone is risking their life to do something, so I can't be a coward. As long as the neighbor hasn't given me a hint, I will hold on until the last second. Mordiggian, if I can defeat you once, I can defeat you a second time. I'm going to fight to the death, damn fire, burn me!
"Oh fine."

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"I like your fiery courage and your warm heart. This is what I like in a mortal. No wonder you were chosen by that boring moon. I also hate all cold things, including that cold and disgusting monster."

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"So even if you said something like damn fire, I'm just going to keep it in mind and settle with you later."

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"Hold on, mortal. Then, as you wish, I am on fire."

The next moment, a huge star burning like the sun suddenly rose in Lynch's consciousness and rushed head-on towards the green ball of light that was waving its tentacles.

Outside the world of consciousness, in the real world, the temperature in the safe house suddenly rose for no reason, and the medicine box burst out with a light that mortals could not understand, dispelling all the haze.

(End of this chapter)