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Chapter 788: Eternal Fire and Eternal Darkness

"Burn! Burn!"

There seemed to be some kind of terrible will in that burning flame.

Mo Ling had just put his sight into the flame when he felt that will pounce on him and began to burn his mind.

Faintly, Mo Ling seemed to see the things that the fire had once burned.

Those burned things turned into condensed sparks, hidden under the scorching light.

The sparks flickered, as if telling Mo Ling about their unwillingness. They did not want to become slaves of the flames, nor did they want to be alienated into a distorted appearance. But as part of the flames, they could not escape the swaying flames and could only be trapped in it, struggling constantly.

Looking at the flickering sparks, Mo Ling seemed to feel the pain of being burned by flames.

"Run away! Run away!"

Some Mars passed their pain to Morin and asked him to leave early.

Only then did Mo Ling realize that these Mars were all from his "fellow tribe".

"It's that dark creature..."

They sensed Mo Ling's presence and thought that Mo Ling was also a fellow sufferer engulfed by the flames, so they kept delaying, wanting to give Mo Ling a chance to escape.

Feeling the pain from his own people, Mo Ling felt a little angry.

It was the anger engraved in his body that made his hair stand up instantly and his sharp claws pop out suddenly, but his anger seemed to make the will in the flame more active, quickly drowning out the faint sounds of the sparks.

"burn!"

"Burn off the hair that harbors dirt!"

"Burn the bloody claws!"

"Burn the tail that represents barbarism!"

"Burn away the savagery that's blocking your sanity!"

"Burn away your obsession with being a beast!"

"Burn away the stubborn pride!"

"Burn the roots of reckless behavior!"

"Burn the soul that yearns for darkness!"

"burn!"

That powerful will seemed to have a strong malice towards the dark race, devaluing every part of their body to worthless.

Including Mo Ling's anger at the moment, the flames regarded it as an "inferiority" that should not exist and was to be burned to ashes.

The Will of Fire shouted that disgusting slogan while pressing down towards Mo Ling with crazy flames, and was about to devour him.

But at this time, the suppressed Sparks rushed out again and blocked Mo Ling.

"Run away..."

The voices of these fellow tribesmen were already very weak, but they still sacrificed themselves to protect Mo Ling and held on to the oncoming flames.

"Run away quickly. You can't deal with it. We can't kill it... Go find the Hanye tribe and tell the leader of the Hanye tribe not to try to kill the flame. Instead, try to make it mutate and twist like it did to us. Make it become what we want..."

Under the oppression of the will of fire, the Mars resisted hard. After saying a few words to Mo Ling, they surrounded Mo Ling.

“Remember, darkness never dies.”

The Mars suddenly moved at high speed in front of Mo Ling, and then collided with each other desperately. Their suicidal behavior caused a turmoil, and forced back the approaching fire will a lot.

After the impact, they were no longer bright, leaving only a dim black dot.

"Darkness, we are back..." They whispered weakly, and then the black dots quickly gathered together and turned into a ball of deep darkness. In this blazing fire, this ball of darkness was able to exist stably, and faced with the terrifying will of fire, it still stood firm.

"Come here." The darkness said softly to Mo Ling.

Mo Ling felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with the darkness, as if he had met an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

He slowly moved closer and merged into the darkness.

"We will get you out."

"As long as there is darkness, there will always be hope."

"And you are our hope."

Surrounded by this deep darkness, Mo Ling felt an unprecedented sense of security.

At the same time, a strong desire to fight surged in my heart.

Mo Ling looked at the fire will that was rushing towards him again. The flames in the sky turned into a rotating windmill, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a terrifying giant, raising his arm and about to slap the darkness.

But the darkness would not surrender. It suddenly thrust out from its edge, producing a sharp lance which stabbed towards the giant's palm.

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The flames covered the entire sky, leaving only a small area of ​​darkness, but they charged towards the invincible enemy without hesitation.

The black lance, with intense anger and a fearless determination to fight for life or death, collided with the giant's palm.

A small black dot appeared on the back of the giant's hand, and then suddenly emerged.

The spear actually pierced a hole in the giant's palm!
The tip of the gun cut a crack, and the crack was filled with extreme darkness. It was an area that the firelight could not reach, and it was also the dark race's most desired home.

The spear swung again, cutting the wound into a cross.

Finally, he thrust the spear into the center of the cross, forming a "three-dimensional coordinate system"...

"You, it's time to go."

The fellow in the darkness said goodbye to Mo Ling gently, then pushed hard, and Mo Ling fell into that coordinate system.

And the condensed darkness was instantly swallowed up by the sweeping flames and turned into a bright flame.

Mo Ling's heart suddenly stopped, as if he had lost something important.

But he had no time to stare at the disappearing darkness. At this moment, he was falling along the coordinate system and falling into the crack that his fellow tribesmen had tried their best to tear open.

The three-dimensional coordinate system continued to extend, the cracks became larger and larger, and the axis of time and space pierced through the flames, piercing into the future and the past, piercing into the endless distance, but the spear was always there, anchoring the balance of the coordinate axis.

“Time, space, everything is changing, and the world is always so messy… But if there is a third axis, this stable axis can bind time and space together.”

Something seemed to be spinning in that deep black spear.

Mo Ling moved closer curiously, wanting to see clearly what the spear was, but he heard some strange noises coming from the spear.

It seems like there are two people discussing the composition of the coordinate system...

"What should be used to make the third axis so that the coordinate system can be stable?"

"With your life?"

"No, life is changing, and the coordinate system will disperse."

"Then use material?"

"Matter is cyclical and is also in space and time. It will be affected by space and time. This third axis must be independent, constant, and never change..."

"Where in the world is there such a thing? It doesn't belong to time and space, and it has to be extremely stable... Could it be love?"

"Love? Hahaha, you're the best at making me happy."

(End of this chapter)