Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

Russell had almost completely lost his mind at this time. He exhaled hot air in large mouthfuls. He tore at his hair with his hands, trying to pull them out and use the pain to replace the pain in his body.

Margaret walked slowly towards her god. Although she was still pure, she knew what to do instinctively.

She pressed her bare hands against his chest, supported his thickness with her slender fingers, and then slowly sat down bit by bit.

She felt some kind of obstruction, but she didn't hesitate and continued down.

It seemed like something was broken, and the pain hit her so hard that she couldn't help but stop.

She groaned in pain.

Russell felt his pain eased slightly, his furrowed brow relaxed slightly, and the danger of him exploding to death was alleviated.

He let out a sigh of comfort.

She was inspired by the gods. With a spirit of devotion, she endured the pain, frowned, bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, and let him penetrate her, sitting down completely.

018 Tempering

Margaret stopped moving temporarily because of the pain. She took deep breaths, trying to adapt to the pain of the thick foreign object entering her body.

But Russell, who was in a half-asleep state, felt that he finally had an outlet for venting, but this outlet suddenly stopped functioning, which made him extremely anxious.

Russell twisted his waist restlessly, causing Margaret, who was barely sitting on him, to lose her balance.

She let out a series of short screams of pain and pleasure, and involuntarily fell on Russell.

She opened her lips slightly, blocking Russell's mouth as he exhaled hot air, and her sweet tongue soon became his captive.

Her golden hair fell down, covering the faces of both men as if shyly.

She felt his hot body and his pounding heart, she endured his seemingly endless attacks and endless demands, and she felt the supreme happiness bestowed upon her by her "God".

Margaret's consciousness soon became blurred. She just adhered to her duties as a witch, and brought out her inherent stubbornness to hold herself together and not collapse quickly.

Russell simply fell into a dream.

In his dream, Russell dreamed that he had turned into a piece of steel that was being forged and heated. Flames were burning under him, constantly scorching him, as if they were going to melt him completely.

Being roasted, he kept trying to find a way to cool down and a way to escape from the forge.

Suddenly, he found an outlet for him to release his heat, and he kept releasing the heat there, releasing it non-stop.

Finally, cooling water poured out of the outlet, which quickly cooled him down, but the flames were still burning fiercely, and the forging seemed to never stop.

However, after being tempered, he became stronger, the pain caused by forging in his body had weakened, and his tolerance for the high temperature brought by the flames was getting higher and higher.

But the high temperature still forced him to seek cooling water, and he could only ask for it again and again, and release the water again and again.

After going through five or six rounds of such quenching, he finally stopped being afraid of this kind of forging, and finally stopped being afraid of the high temperature flames. He breathed a long sigh of relief.

This must be another dream created by fire. Now it seems that it can accommodate more fire of higher purity.

Russell thought so.

The flames seemed to confirm his thoughts, and then he woke from his dream.

Russell woke up and immediately realized something was wrong.

His iron-hard lower body was wrapped in warmth, being constantly contracted and sucked, making him feel extremely happy. And in his arms was a soft, warm and fragrant jade.

However, the loud rumbling sounds of forging that he had heard before had not stopped, as if the battle between the demon centurion and another high-level being was still going on.

"Margaret?" Russell asked in a hoarse voice, and he subconsciously shook twice.

"Um, um, um, my, my Lord." Margaret reluctantly and intermittently responded to the call of her "God".

She subconsciously wrapped her arms tightly around Russell's neck.

After realizing that he was lying on the ground and Margaret was lying on top of him, Russell didn't ask any more questions like "Is this your own will?" or "Did I force you while you were unconscious?" The answer was obvious.

So Russell sat up and increased his attack.

Margaret shook her head, her messy golden hair falling down like golden willow branches swaying in the wind, swaying rhythmically with the faint sound of violent collisions of weapons.

Finally, she didn't know how many times her body was completely tense, and then she felt the sacred gift of "God". The great happiness both mentally and physically came at the same time, which made her cry and she collapsed completely in Russell's arms.

Russell comforted the limp Margaret, gathered up her messy clothes, covered her with them, watched her fall into a deep sleep exhausted with tears on her face, and began to think about what happened today.

"I originally thought that you were just the fire of life and the fire of soul, but I didn't expect that you were also the fire of desire." Russell stroked his heart and said in a low voice.

Looking at the orange-red flames burning on his hands, and the total amount of flames surging in his body that could sustain his life for half a year, and feeling that the burning sensation had disappeared without a trace, Russell thought of the "quenching" in his dream - now Russell naturally understood what the cooling liquid during quenching was, and he couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.

Russell had no objection to this. Whether it was Margaret's figure, face or attitude towards him, Russell had no reason to be dissatisfied.

On the contrary, he was extremely pleased with Margaret.

"It looks like Margaret will have a hard time next." Russell muttered with a smile.

The crisis of being burned to death was solved by accident, which made Russell feel very good.

Moreover, after several rounds of "tempering", Russell's body can now accommodate more flames, which makes him eager to continue hunting demons to burn their souls.

At this time, the growling stomach reminded Russell that he was so hungry that he had been tossing and turning for so long but had not even had breakfast yet.

There was no sun, moon or stars in the gray fog. Only the bright light in the sky could be used to determine day and night. In fact, there was no way to judge the specific time, so Russell didn't know whether it could still be considered morning.

Margaret woke up contentedly, stretched lazily, and then a glass of warm water was handed to her mouth.

"Here, drink." Russell smiled. "Are you hungry? It's a pity that the only thing here is the bacon you left behind."

Margaret subconsciously opened her mouth and drank two sips of water before her face turned red.

Margaret was at a loss and stammered, "My Lord, how can you serve me? I should be serving you. Please forgive my rudeness!"

As she spoke, Margaret knelt on the ground in fear.

"We had such an intimate relationship before, why do you still call me Lord? Just call me Russell." Russell didn't expect Margaret to still be stuck on this.

"How can you be so presumptuous! I want to spread your faith throughout the world! As your first priest, I must strictly discipline myself and must not become arrogant! You must not—no, you might—no, you'd better favor me."

Margaret said so.

"Of course I'll favor you—no, that's not the question, is it?" Russell frowned. "We've slept together, so why do you still treat me like a god?"

"Sex with the gods is part of a witch's or priestess's job!" the learned Margaret said confidently. She spoke of the ancient traditions of worshipping the gods like a familiar figure, "Starting with the sacrificial traditions of the ancient Kingdom of Koror..."

The uneducated Russell was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to refute.

"...Even if you, my Lord, are a powerful god, if you want to spread your faith, you must respect people's customs. Just like when the false religion was spread before, the birthday of the false God had to be changed from summer to the winter solstice to conform to the local custom of celebrating the Sun Festival." Margaret talked incessantly.

A large number of terms related to the history, geography and culture of another world were poured into him like a flood, and Russell almost felt dizzy.

In short, Margaret insisted on defining what had just happened as an indispensable ritual for her as a priest to worship the gods, and she cited numerous examples.

However, it was not wise to debate with such a learned scholar, so Russell had to temporarily give up the idea of ​​persuading Margaret.

"Okay, okay, you have the final say, Margaret." Russell had no choice but to compromise. He simply changed the subject, "Come on, let's eat first."

Russell refilled the wooden cup with warm water, then grabbed a handful of bacon and handed it to Margaret.

Margaret looked honored. She didn't reach out to take the bacon, but simply opened her mouth and sucked Russell's finger.

Russell felt himself getting restless again.

"Eat first. When you're full, we'll continue." Russell swallowed and said so.

"Yes, my Lord. As your priest, I will do my best to perform the sacrificial ceremony."

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019 Nursery and Gardener

Considering Margaret's physical condition, Russell did not really continue the "sacrifice" ceremony.

At Margaret's strong insistence, Russell chose to teach her how to use her mouth.

Tired Margaret, still with a fully satisfied expression, snuggled in Russell's arms and fell into a deep sleep.

No one knew when the thundering sound of battle stopped, and the cellar was once again completely silent.

Russell, who once again ushered in the sage time, hugged the soft and fragrant jade in his arms, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

Russell had no idea how long Margaret could survive.

Russell's internal flames could sustain his life for half a year, but what about Margaret? If her flames could not be replenished, how long could she live?

If she dies, can I revive her again through fire?

Russell was quite concerned about the first woman he met after traveling through time, and he didn't want her life to end in a few months.

Now Russell can prolong his life by hunting demons. Although his life is still like a candle in the wind, with only about half a year left, this Saint Blanc Island is full of walking life forms.

Russell, who felt that his life was safe for the time being, naturally began to worry about Margaret.

Russell knew clearly that Margaret had saved him yesterday. She sacrificed herself for him, completed the tempering of his body, and prevented him from being burned and swallowed by flames.

Now there was silence between heaven and earth. The sound of the rising and falling tides was faithfully blocked outside the cellar by the floor. Listening to Margaret's long breathing in her sleep, Russell, who was originally full of thoughts, fell asleep unknowingly.

Russell entered the dream again.

In the dream, Russell was in a warm garden.

The flowers bloom in the wind, and the petals sway and dance in the wind.

Russell bent down to observe carefully, and found that these colorful bouquets of flowers were actually all made up of flames.

Dark red, red, orange-red, orange, light orange, yellow, light yellow, white, light blue, blue, dark blue, purple, the flowers spread into the distance, becoming deeper and deeper, until the empty darkness in the distance.

It was the first time Russell knew that flames could have such rich colors.

Whenever Russell had dreams about fire, he knew that the fire in his heart was trying to tell him something.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Russell found that his dream had changed and he suddenly became a gardener.

He now sits carefully at a workbench, with sophisticated optical instruments on his eyes, and like a meticulous craftsman, tries to use the flame in his hand to give flowers to the bare flower stems.

Flame's understanding of the gardener was obviously very different from reality, but Russell did not feel any sense of disobedience.

Russell gently pressed the flame in his hand on the flower, watched the small flame turn into a bud, and then he gently picked up the flower that was about to bloom with satisfaction and planted it in the soil of the nursery.

Once it had gained a foothold in the soil, he leaned back in his chair and waited quietly for it to bloom.

The small flower bud stretched slowly, and then, in just a moment, it blossomed magnificently, its dark red petals looking exceptionally bright.

The flower seemed to recognize its owner, father, and creator.

It is like a sunflower, its flowers always face Russell, follow Russell's footsteps, and always show its bloom to Russell.

Gardener Russell nodded with satisfaction.

Then he suddenly realized that the flower no longer needed his care to bloom.

It can absorb nutrients from the soil of the nursery, receive rain and dew from the air, grow freely, and bloom carefree. It can rely on the little flame he scatters to survive the long flowering period.

This made the gardener feel happy, but also unhappy. He raised the gradually fading flame in his hand, dyeing the flowers from dark red to crimson, and then from crimson to orange-red.

And this flower was always very close to him. No matter which angle he turned, it would lower its head towards him with a warm smile.

He played with it for a while, then returned to his workbench contentedly. He wanted to plant a second flower in the nursery, but he couldn't light the second bud no matter what.

No matter how hard he tried, his flame was lacking something, neither the temperature nor the amount was enough to ignite the second bud.

Then Russell woke up from his sleep.

Russell understood that the dream was the flame telling him something.

First of all, of course, is the difference between Russell and Margaret.

In the dream, Russell was the gardener and Margaret was the created flower.

This explains the differences between Russell and Margaret. Only Russell is the master of the flame now. Russell can call upon the flame according to his will, but Margaret cannot. She is just an ordinary person who was resurrected by the flame thanks to Russell.

After Margaret was given a second life by Russell with flames, she no longer had to rely on the burning time of the flames like Russell did. Her life span was the same as that of an ordinary person.