Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

This was a momentum deliberately created by the little devil, which successfully created pressure on Russell, who had no combat experience.

Every slow step the little devil took seemed to be stepping on Russell's heart. Cold sweat had begun to appear on Russell's forehead, and the atmosphere became tense.

Finally, Russell couldn't bear it anymore. He cursed loudly, rushed forward with big strides, and then slashed down with a sword.

It was a pity, but also understandable, that Russell's envisioned scene of killing the enemy did not come true, and his sword hit nothing.

At the same time, his carapace made a crisp clanging sound, blocking the little devil's attack.

But the armor can only block the little devil's attacks, but not its power.

Russell barely managed to control his center of gravity and prevent himself from falling. He staggered forward a few steps and firmly supported himself on the well with his left hand, only then was he able to barely control his body.

Russell was anxious because his body was not obeying him. This disharmony had a negative impact on his mind. He felt a little dizzy, and his stomach even began to churn. He felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

In order to suppress the physical discomfort, Russell fought hard to attack the little devil.

Just get your body moving and get used to it slowly!

Russell gritted his teeth viciously and slashed with sword after sword.

However, these attacks had no rules, either lacking in strength or having very poor accuracy, and could hardly pose any substantial threat to the little devil.

The little devil seemed to see through Russell's superficial strength, and the seriousness and prudence in its eyes were replaced by playfulness.

The little devil was now enjoying the game, dodging Russell's long sword that was burning with crimson flames at the critical moment.

If Russell stabbed, it would dodge to the side. If Russell slashed, it would roll in the air, just avoiding Russell's sword.

It tried to use this play to torture Russell's mentality and wear down his physical strength. It enjoyed the pleasure of playing with and torturing its prey.

However, it miscalculated. After hundreds of ineffective slashes and stabbings, Russell's soul slowly began to integrate with this body.

Finally, just like a baby who has fallen countless times standing on his own two feet for the first time and taking steady steps for the first time, Russell finally swung out a very sharp sword.

With just a sneer, the little devil was easily cut in half from head to toe by the flaming sword before the sneer in his eyes faded away.

As black blood splattered, Russell saw the little devil's body covered in flames and burning fiercely.

At the same time, a black smoke floated out from the body of the little devil lying on the ground, slanting upwards and going straight into Russell's heart.

The deep red flame on the sword also faded slightly, and the color looked slightly brighter.

Russell felt the surge in his heart, the joy and growth of the flames, just like a dying flame that danced happily and passionately after obtaining the long-desired firewood.

003 Flame

Russell felt the flame that had been dimming when his heart was stabbed suddenly became strong again.

The raging flame finally had enough energy to project a picture and information into Russell's mind.

In the picture, Russell saw a flame that was about to go out. The flame was the same weak crimson color he had seen before.

The flame had greatly weakened. It rose up at the last moment when its own world was about to be destroyed, and fled from the world that was about to fall apart.

Then, there was a long descent.

Falling, falling continuously, as if falling without end.

During the long descent, it encountered a soul filled with the breath of another world.

Afterwards, after falling for an unknown amount of time, he finally landed on the ground with the soul and sank into a corpse.

It helps the soul and body to be barely united.

It's a pity that it has become extremely weak and cannot completely heal the host's wounds, nor can it help the host completely control this dead body.

Worse still, if no firewood can be found, it will go out within a few hours, and the host it lives with will die as well.

Next, its host was in danger. It wanted to burn the little devil to death directly, but because its power had declined extremely, it was unable to do so.

Fortunately, the host successfully killed the little devil and devoured the little devil's soul.

This not only protected the host it possessed and healed the host's fatal injuries, but also made it burn more vigorously. The originally light orange color quietly became a little darker, greatly extending the time it could burn.

It happily healed the wound on the host's heart, allowing the hole there to begin to grow flesh and blood again.

Although that consumed a lot of its energy, it only had three days left.

It does not yet have enough strength to restart the host's heart, and now it must lend its own strength to help the host drive the body.

Russell naturally understood the content of the picture.

After seeing the images and reading the information, Russell finally understood the flame in his chest. He also clearly realized that he and the flame in his chest had a mutually supportive and symbiotic relationship.

The flame even told him that the hollow in his chest had been repaired.

Then, Russell once again felt that seemingly endless thirst.

"Ha, I really don't know if this thirst is a sequelae brought by you." Russell pressed his chest with a relaxed look and complained in a hoarse throat.

Feeling the strong chest again made Russell feel a lot more at ease. At least on the surface he looked like a normal person.

Even though the heart doesn't beat yet, this can be done slowly. All I have to do is hunt down more little demons, absorb their souls, and use them as fuel for the flames.

The flames will help him come back to life completely.

Russell had three days left before the flames died down, so he decided to quench his thirst first.

Fortunately, there was a well next to Russell this time. The only problem was that the hemp rope at the wellhead had rotted due to the erosion of time.

Russell couldn't find any tools to draw water.

Russell stuck his head out and looked at the deep well that seemed to have no bottom. He was not sure whether he could come out alive if he jumped into the well rashly because of the armor he was wearing that was as thick as a metal can.

If I jump into a well and drown because of thirst, I will become the time traveler with the most ridiculous death.

For safety reasons, Russell suppressed his thirst and reluctantly left the well.

Russell's throat became increasingly hoarse, and he always felt that the breath he exhaled was filled with fire. This thirst drove him to put everything else behind him and find safe drinking water first.

Russell looked around patiently, but there seemed to be no trace of any living people in this dilapidated town.

All he could see was the ruined town, the gray skyline, and the circling crows; his nostrils were filled with the stench of rotting corpses; and his ears were filled with the noisy and annoying sounds of crows and insects.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, but it did not dispel the burning heat in Russell's chest, but brought the sound of waves and gurgling water.

Sound of water? There must be a river nearby! There's also an ocean nearby, so there must be a river that eventually flows into the ocean!

The thirsty Russell suddenly perked up. He plucked up his courage and walked along the cobblestone road towards the direction where the river came from.

Although his body was now able to obey commands smoothly, Russell still remained very cautious. He did not walk fast, but kept observing the surrounding environment, fearing that there was an ambush somewhere.

After Russell crossed an intersection, he saw a gurgling river flowing through the town and dividing it into two parts. He also saw a woman walking on a stone bridge and slowly towards the other half of the town.

Next to the bridge is a stone tablet covered with cobwebs and moss, with the words "Three Mills Bridge" vaguely written on it.

The first time Russell saw the writing of this world, he recognized it naturally.

Russell realized that he could read the words of this world, not knowing whether it was with the help of the flame or the legacy left by the original owner of this body.

Russell didn't have time to think too much, he turned his gaze to the woman in front of him.

She was a thin, withered woman, walking very slowly on the Three Mills Bridge, the sound of her footsteps echoing the same footsteps she had heard when she passed the church not long ago.

The woman's figure, hidden by her tattered linen blouse, was very thin, skinny and small, and was totally not Russell's type.

Normally, Russell didn't want to know what her name was or how she called it.

However, having just crossed over, Russell felt that he needed to obtain more information. He guessed that this woman might be a poor resident who survived this deserted town.

Perhaps through her, Russell could not only find food, but also a place to sleep peacefully.

Russell believed that since he could understand the words of this world, he must also be able to understand the language of this world.

Russell smiled and took the initiative to speak: "Madam, may I ask——"

Before Russell finished speaking, the frail-looking woman trembled and stopped immediately. Russell couldn't help but worry that he had scared her by speaking too loudly.

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The woman, who originally looked pitiful, did not turn around to answer Russell's question.

Her neck suddenly stretched out, and her head and neck looked like a python that had suddenly attacked, pouncing towards Russell viciously.

In just a moment, her head was close to Russell's neck. She opened her mouth, revealing sharp teeth and a fishy smell in her mouth.

She bit Russell's neck hard, completely ignoring the fact that it was covered by heavy armor.

This change was beyond Russell's expectations. Russell was startled and then he subconsciously launched a counterattack.

There was a click.

The monster, which looked like a human woman, had several of its sharp teeth broken off.

004 water

This time it was not the armor that worked, but Russell's quick eyes and hands that stuffed the flaming sword into the monster's mouth.

After killing the little devil and confirming that he had fire as a special ability, Russell had become much more confident. He was just frightened by the sudden attack, but he did not have much deeper fear.

The monster bit down hard, and it was Russell's sword that was bitten.

Not only did this break several of its teeth, the sword also cut the tip of its tongue, and the deep red flames attached to the sword burned its mouth full of scars.

The monster let out a shrill wail in great pain.

It shook its head frantically, trying to get rid of the sword in its mouth, but the sharp blade had already penetrated deeply into its mouth and was firmly stuck between its upper and lower gums.

Russell suppressed his frightened annoyance and patiently advised the monster, "Don't run away so quickly. It has such a long neck and such a deep throat. I want to see how much I can get in."

Unfortunately, the monster had no intention of satisfying Russell's curiosity.

It vomited blood, its eyes were red, it roared in pain, and struggled hard, but it could not spit out the red-hot sword no matter what.

The flames licked its gums and mucous membranes, and its entire mouth was burned black.

Its roar soon turned into a whine, a whimper squeezed out of its throat, like a plea for mercy.

"Forget it. I'm a kind person and I can't bear to see others suffer. Let me help you." Russell sighed.

Russell gripped the sword tightly and chopped it down hard. The sharp sword enchanted with fire split the monster's jaw in two.

Then Russell chopped at the monster's slender neck, beheaded it with one sword, and then kicked the monster's body hard.

The monster didn't even make a final scream. Its head and body separated, its head soared into the sky, and its body collapsed to the ground, still struggling in its death throes with its last instincts.

However, the monster was ultimately unable to escape the double torture of fire and sword. When its body finally stopped twitching, its head fell with a bang on its severed neck, as if it had never been cut in half by Russell.

However, the scene that Russell expected, the black soul rushing towards his heart, did not appear.

After being stunned for a while, Russell tried to poke the monster's body with the flaming sword.

Russell was not venting his anger by killing the corpse. He just wanted to strengthen the fire in his body by absorbing the monster's soul.

But the flame did not respond at all, as if the corpse before it could not arouse any appetite in it.

Huh? Couldn't the flames grow stronger by consuming the soul of this monster?

Or is it because this monster has no soul at all?

Russell felt a little confused for a moment.

"I didn't expect you to be such a picky eater." Russell put his hand on his chest and teased his only companion.

Then Russell looked at the monster's corpse again.

She looked like an ordinary woman, but judging by what she had just done, she seemed very strange.

Is she a monster transformed from the original human townspeople, or is she just a mimicking monster disguised as a townsperson?

Many questions arose in Russell's mind.

However, now is not a good time to think calmly. Although there are a lot of problems in his mind, the gurgling river keeps reminding Russell of his thirst and irritating his nerves.

Russell still did not let his guard down. He carefully checked the surroundings to make sure there were no lurking enemies, and then patiently observed the river.

Russell noticed that occasionally one or two fish would swim happily in the clear stream.

Although the small fish were not enough to fill Russell's teeth these days and could not serve as a source of food, Russell still smiled with satisfaction after confirming that there was nothing wrong with the river water.

So Russell squatted down by the river, took off his helmet, and simply rinsed it in the river water.

Then he used his helmet as a scoop to scoop up river water, held the helmet with both hands, held it to his mouth, and drank it happily.