Travel through the worlds and spread the flames across the worlds

Chapter 161 0 degrees below zero

"We have been walking on thin ice all our lives. Sir, do you think we can return to our hometown?"

The loser finally turned around and looked at Lin Hun. His eyes were covered with a layer of white mist and began to become turbid. At the moment of death, he saw the essence of Lin Hun from the flames.

The loser below also quietly reduced his strength and cast a vague glance at Lin Hun from the corner of his eye.

It is precisely because they are labeled as losers that they desire recognition even more.

However, sometimes Lin Hun is a man who is so rational that he is almost cruel. He cannot completely push humans into alien species, not even with a word of comfort.

"Give up, that is not your hometown, and you can never go back."

Lin Hun spoke words at minus thirty-six degrees from his thirty-six-degree mouth.

The losers around him froze, silently shifted their gazes and lowered their heads, pressing down on Lin Hun tightly. But this time they were no longer so determined, and their hard work concealed a core of confusion and pain.

"Really? So that's it." The loser turned his head to look at the starry sky above his head. His chest slowly stopped rising and falling, and until the last moment, there were still stars in his pupils.

Lin Hun stabbed his body with his sword and sent him off with flames. He lowered his head to look at his facial features which still had some human features, and shook his head without any regrets:

"If you are an alien, then I will not be kind to you; if you are a human, then you should not waver."

When the forest soul pulled out the greatsword from the ashes, the whole sky finally dimmed. Because the guiding flora was burned by the forest soul, the speed of the starry sky's descent was slowed down, but it finally arrived.

Only in dreams can one see this wonderful scene, and only in dreams can the impossible become possible.

At the call of the losers, that distant starry sky turned from virtuality into reality and descended into the world from the minds of those who lost.

All the losers, even those at Lin Hun's feet, temporarily forgot about other existences. They stared at the starry sky in fascination, muttering to themselves:

"That... is my hometown? It's so beautiful—"

Lin Hun was also in the observation team. In his eyes, the starry sky was just that starry sky. It was just shocking. Although it was mysterious and magnificent enough, it was not enough to make him indulge in it. His keen intuition allowed him to find some flaws in the starry sky, and he pointed them out mercilessly:

"Unfortunately, illusion is always illusion. The solidity of this starry sky is far from being real even in dreams. Moreover, there is only such a small piece of it covering the sky above the courtyard. It can neither expand nor descend. It is just like the hometown in your mind, which is just a flower stand that is out of reach."

“You’re talking nonsense!” The losers around him twisted their bodies and glared at Lin Hun angrily, then continued to look at the stars in the sky, “Hometown is clearly there, and it’s coming to pick us up.”

There's no hope... Lin Hun shook his head and disdained to argue with them. In his heart, he didn't think that he was a human being and was not worthy of his persuasion. He only had fists and swords to deal with them.

It was obvious that these losers could not be awakened by fists, so Lin Hun chose to send them off with a sword.

Even though Lin Hun stayed in the middle and allowed the other losers to imprison him, the losers in good health at the four corners of the garden still did not ignore his presence in the field. Lin Hun's words were naturally heard by them, and they glared at him angrily, but when they thought of Lin Hun's ending, the anger in their eyes turned into a smile with strong sarcasm.

The starry sky could not bear the weight, and the stars in it began to fall. One after another, white meteorites in the center of the circle fell from the sky, like the moon descending from the starry sky, crushing towards the forest soul in the middle, completely ignoring its fellow tribesmen around it.

Lin Hun hopes to see the fear of impending death in the eyes of the losers around him, which at least can show that they still have the human fear of death.

Unfortunately, in the eyes of the losers, the desire to go home has surpassed the fear of death. Their eyes are full of expectations. If arms existed, they might open their arms and embrace the meteorite.

Lin Hun shook his head slowly, feeling somewhat relieved:

"Now that things have become like this, it is indeed somewhat difficult to expect you to preserve the will of humanity."

Lin Hun stretched out a hand as fast as lightning, with a thin layer of flames covering the tips of his five fingers. The loser's smooth and elastic skin was firmly grasped and unable to escape.

The loser grimaced in pain, wailed in agony, and kept twisting his body left and right trying to escape from Lin Hun's hands.

“Don’t struggle,” Lin Hun aimed at the meteorite falling from above, “If I can’t even catch you who is completely disabled, how can I survive in the dreamland in the future?”

"Didn't you say you wanted to go home?"

Lin Hun's words finally took effect. The loser in his hand stopped struggling and cast a probing look at Lin Hun. As long as he could go home, this little pain would pass if he endured it.

Lin Hun glanced at him with a smile and nodded with satisfaction:

"That's right, I'll take you home right away!"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Hun took a step forward, knocking over all the losers at his feet. Then, without giving them any time to react, he twisted his waist and moved his arms, "bang!" The losers in his hands shot out like a cannonball, heading towards the falling stars.

Like an egg colliding with a stone, with a dull "web" sound, the loser shattered half of the meteorite, leaving a brilliant bloodstain on its surface, leaving his own mark.

The scattered losers were not afraid of this, but rushed to Lin Hun's feet. Seeing their crazy looks, Lin Hun couldn't help but feel a little suspicious:

"Are you guys trying to imprison me or are you trying to hit the meteorite?"

The losers who had not taken any action in the distance were suddenly awakened by Lin Hun's words. They started to shout and pupate, joining the team and rushing towards Lin Hun. Those with energy tried to restrain Lin Hun's actions, while those without energy hoped to be freed as soon as possible.

Death is inevitable, but losers would rather choose how they die. Dying under a meteorite is always better than bleeding to death.

Lin Hun's ten fingers were all in contact with the flames, and he never missed every time he grabbed.

Pick it up! Throw it out!

His two arms swung like windmills, and the half-crippled losers were thrown out from Lin Hun's hands one by one. He bombarded the falling meteorites from a 360-degree angle without any dead ends, and they were smashed into pieces in mid-air.

Grabbing the loser's cannonball at his feet, Lin Hun weighed it in his hand and looked at the only four losers with arms among the losers:

"Your secret method doesn't work. You can't even kill an ordinary person like me. It seems that your longing for your hometown is just like this."

In order to maintain the secret method, the losers with arms could only raise their arms high and could not move at all, but the anger in their eyes was enough to burn Lin Hun to ashes.