Campfire Shelter

"Nightmare Lantern", in a hazy dream.

"Time, stop!"

Buzz!

The invisible roar of the engine rang in his ears. Flames surged from Colin's body, and he looked ahead with a solemn expression.

Six or seven lights and shadows emitting incandescent light were unable to move in the frozen time.

The reason why it feels like six or seven, rather than an exact number, is because some of these clones from the "Light-Chasing Man" are visible, while others are invisible.

However, Colin did not hesitate, and there was a burst of revolver gunfire.

One shot at a time, shattering all light and shadow, including the invisible one

However, the dream was not lifted.

"It seems that the main body has not been successfully stabilized. It is difficult to defeat."

Colin sighed, and at this moment, the sound of a brisk countdown came to his ears.

When the time stagnation ended, he saw that there were a lot of saints outside the control range of the effect, just looking at him quietly, unable to kill them all.

Colin's scalp felt a little numb when he saw it.

Not long ago, after entering "World Number-13" and briefly settling some event arrangements, I saw the "Light Chaser" whose true identity is the Saint Shana of the "Light Cult" appearing in the chapel early.

Then, the intense combat teaching and tutoring began again.

As always, the Saint went up first to test his current combat situation.

Then she will train him against various anomalies - it's just not clear where she got so many anomalies. Until now, the types of anomalies that Colin has dealt with are still increasing, and he has never seen the same one.

"Not bad, your strength is higher than before." An ethereal voice lingered in my ears.

It seems to be a certain recognition of his improvement during this period.

It's definitely the kind of sound made by air vibrations

Rather than some kind of spiritual messaging.

However, Colin clearly did not see any of the thirty blurry lights and shadows in front of him speak.

"Are they all fake?"

Colin couldn't help but mutter in his heart that one of the saint's abilities was a large number of light and shadow clones that could not distinguish between true and false.

You give her a knife and chop off her head, and the person who dies is just an ordinary clone.

But when she punches you, it's a real punch.

Even now, it is still difficult for Colin to tell which one is real and which one is fake.

"call."

Colin took a long breath, and the flames on his body were like a carpet being pushed away, or like big waves caused by the wind, surging in all directions, trying to consolidate all the light and shadow.

At this time, he saw that the clones around him began to "flicker".

Every time it "flickers", it flashes to another location in an incomprehensible way.

'This is it. ’

Colin squinted his eyes, and the skill he wanted to learn "flashed".

After he mentioned this to the saint before, the other party did not hide his clumsiness. In the subsequent battles, he would show this ability to him as much as possible.

Let his understanding of this thing begin to deepen.

Stare at this thing.

Colin suddenly felt something, hiss, the "skill grid" is so itchy, it's about to grow new skills!

Some kind of sensation appeared, and information emerged in his mind.

【.Do you want to spend one thousand points to study? 】

"yes."

Without much thought, Colin made a decision immediately, and then the energy in his mind suddenly twitched.

[You have mastered the skill "Fire Jump". 】

["Flame Jump": You can "jump" at any flame point within a range of 100 meters. It can be performed seven times per hour. The number of times is consumed each time and needs to be restored after one hour. 】

‘Finally, I also have the ability to teleport! ’

‘It’s this ability. Why does it feel more like Mr. Big C’s teleportation? ’

‘Unfortunately, it’s not an unconditional teleportation like that of ‘Holy Maiden’. It requires fire as a prerequisite. It’s a little short of that, um, but it’s pretty good. ’

Colin's inner thoughts flashed.

In fact, there are many people in the company who have "flash" skills, but he doesn't have it. He can only rely on his body to rush forward. Sometimes it feels like he can't fly among a bunch of "mythical beasts".

However, without thinking much, a faint sense of crisis suddenly arose.

"It seems like you must have learned something." An ethereal and neutral voice sounded in his ears.

Just waiting for him to "understand", the saint who tacitly stopped stopped and started to move again.

The next moment, Colin's pupils shrank, and he saw a light and shadow suddenly appearing in front of him like a ghost.

Ultra-high intensity light burst out from this light and shadow in an instant.

Even if he closed his eyes, he could feel the dazzling light shining through his eyelids, making his pupils hurt.

There was a strong burning sensation all over the body surface, in the areas that were directly hit by the light.

Colin felt like he had been thrown into an oven.

He reached out and grabbed it, causing a large amount of flames to return to his body and protect himself, which made him feel much better.

At this moment, the originally faint sense of crisis suddenly became particularly strong.

However, due to the influence of certain characteristics, even if there is a "death replay" in my mind, I don't have the energy to check it.

In a short moment, he didn't have time to think too much, so he drew his gun and shot it behind him.

A shadow holding a light-condensing spear, trying to pierce him, was killed before he could dodge.

But Colin knew very well that under this bright light, he would be worn to death sooner or later.

Just like the last training.

"It's a pity that I am no longer the same person as I was half a month ago (actually seven days ago)."

Colin thought of the "fire supporter" on the starship who seemed to be here, but also seemed not to be here. He could not accurately describe whether he was there or not, and could only describe it as "if he came".

A situation where he invisibly manipulates his flames to repel the "dark night".

These days, he has been thinking hard, and through the teachings of "Teacher Big C", he has figured out a little bit.

''Snow Girl, take control of my body.''

Colin warned and put all his energy into the flames around him.

Then, from the "storage room", he took out an ordinary, spoon-like container.

This is one of the things I got from the official.

At this moment, Colin was holding it with his left hand, pouring flames into it, directly igniting and burning the anomaly to obtain new heat energy.

On the one hand, he manipulated every wisp of flame and heat, making it roll inward, causing the flame to continuously compress and roll inward, forming some kind of extreme high-pressure state, locking every trace of heat energy without losing it.

This operation is not very difficult, but it consumes a lot of energy.

So much so that I couldn't control my body properly, so I had to leave it to the "Snow Girl" to take care of it to avoid accidents.

Then, after the flame took shape, Colin immediately mobilized the "force and repulsion" to split it into more than thirty pieces and shoot it out at the same time.

Dozens of firelights penetrated all the clones that could sense it almost instantly.

And it was at the same time that these lights and shadows were shattered

Colin suddenly felt that there seemed to be someone above his head?

It’s the body!

He almost didn't think about it. Dragging his already weak body, he moved his left hand and time stopped. The revolver in his right hand quickly turned into a long knife with his will.

Then the figure flashed suddenly, emerged from a ball of flames in mid-air, and appeared directly in mid-air.

Then he glanced around and saw a "clone" that was more condensed than the other clones.

Of course this is true for Colin.

It can already be said to be the ontology!

At this moment, when he knew that this person was a saint, he could already vaguely feel that there seemed to be a little bit of female outline on the other person's figure, but because it was too hazy, not much.

However, I can't care about that.

Colin grinned slightly, and before the "time stasis" ended, he slashed at the opponent's "exquisite" neck under the hazy light.

After being "tortured" for many days, he could already imagine how the saint's head would fly!

It’s a pleasure to think about!

"clang!"

The crisp sound reached his ears along the blade of the knife that was not stagnant.

The long knife transformed from the revolver was actually blocked by some "lights" around it.

"So hard!"

Colin raised his eyebrows. At this moment, he had reached his limit. That kind of fireball consumed too much energy.

If I miss this time, then

As his thoughts flashed, he didn't hesitate any longer and directly used the final method of ordinary fighting.

"No two dozen!"

Flames erupted from the long knife again.

With the help of terrifying power, Colin smashed the protective light like a bamboo, and then chopped it down with a knife.

Wow.

Heads flew up.

The battle is finally over!

However, before he had time to be happy, Colin suddenly realized something was wrong.

The main reason is that the feel is not right.

He had cut off so many heads in the past few days, and he could tell based on experience that it was not like he had cut off the head just now, but like somewhere else.

At this moment, he felt a shiver in his heart. In his flaming eyes, he saw an "invisible" figure. The left half of the saint's body was cut off in half diagonally, from the elbow, navel, and hip bones. Below this line, there is a flat incision.

"Sure enough, I said, it doesn't feel right."

Deep in Colin's heart, an idea came to mind.

As for the other party, it was just a cut in half. As long as the neck was not broken, it was just a minor injury.

The next second, Colin's pupils shrank sharply.

Seeing that the lower half of the saint's body had been cut off, it was divided again and turned into a dozen blurry lights and shadows.

Above these lights and shadows, there are a large number of chains condensed by light flying towards them.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a familiar campfire.

Colin shook his head and looked at the flames in front of him. From the level 4 flames that had just burned a "level 2 containment object", he could vaguely hear a humming sound that seemed to come from the deep sea.

"Take a rest first, your energy is a bit out of balance." A voice filled with some indescribable sense of emptiness and holiness came from the side.

Sitting on a wooden chair beside the campfire without caring about the image, Colin took a deep breath, turned his head to the side, and saw blurry lights and shadows walking slowly from the side.

He nodded and said nothing.

The fight lasted all day long, and he was really tired from the high-outbreak and high-density fighting.

However, compared with before, when he had to take a break for half a day, his energy has more than doubled now.

"The strength of your flame ability is very good. It's easy to operate the flame more carefully and concentrate your strength. It's easy to say, but not easy to use. It seems that you have a good experience and your strength level has also improved a lot." The saint came over as she spoke, and sat down skillfully on another wooden chair nearby.

"Indeed"

Colin nodded. Although he lost this battle, he was still in a good mood.

After all, at least he learned the "coveted" flash ability.

"Congratulations, but next, you will develop and train in this area, and use it more familiarly. I can feel that using it only once is not your limit."

The blurry light and shadow controlled by the saint looked at Colin, who was as rotten on the chair, regardless of his image, with a blessing in his tone.

Looking at this guy, I feel like I have accepted him as a student. Watching him grow from a "reckless man" with only strength to becoming more and more skillful in his movements, I feel an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

While speaking, she glanced outside. Through the nearby light, she could see that the refugees in this area were managed in an orderly manner, which made her feel some ups and downs in her heart.

Shana felt that her ability to manage ordinary people was as "pale" as the skills of this campfire agent.

She really wanted to ask the other party how to effectively manage the refugees without using temporary forced brainwashing or other means.

However, thinking of the high "tuition fee" that Colin offered her to teach, she couldn't open her mouth.

She couldn't afford such high points, so she could only secretly look outside while fighting, and secretly learn about the situation here. Unfortunately, there were still many things that she didn't understand very well.

However, Colin didn't know what the saint thought, after discussing the training method.

He curiously asked about the bone spurs: "Can we talk about that, the white bone spurs, which are the holy relics?"

"That 'holy object'?" The saint was surprised that he would mention this.

"Well, it's okay if you don't say anything if it's inconvenient."

"Actually, this is not a taboo. Basically, a certain saint from hundreds of years ago appeared in a storm called the 'Rain of Filth'. In order to prevent the disaster, he dragged the source of the disaster into Contained within one’s own body”

The saint spoke slowly, and some inexplicable inheritance images appeared in her mind.

She seemed to see a luminous figure through the long history, standing in front of the terrifying disaster, dragging the abnormality into her body with the "chain of light".

Then

Her long, soft brown hair fell off quickly, her fair skin was swollen and blackened, and stinking sewage overflowed from the pores all over her body. In extreme pain, she let the "chains of light" wrap around her layer by layer.

After completing the sealing of the source, she fell into the lake formed by the gathering of dirty rainwater, where she soaked and rotted for an unknown amount of time.

It wasn't until an unknown number of years passed that the pollution caused by the "rain of filth" subsided, and some people were lucky enough to find her.

But at this time, this saint with the most holy and beautiful woman in the world had decayed, leaving only a pile of skeletons scattered at the bottom of the dry lake.

Among the remaining bones, there is a right hand bone that contains the "rain of filth".

Later, these people, after some polishing, turned it into some kind of prop.

Then, as it became famous, some members of the "Light Sect" noticed that these were the remains of a former saint.

So it was recycled.

However, about a hundred years ago, it was stolen from the warehouse by an "honest knight" who rebelled against the "Knight Country" and was lost again.

"Knight of Honesty?" Colin looked strange, as if he had realized something.

"Well, he is an honest knight who is in charge of 'humility', 'glory', and 'honesty', and focuses on 'honesty'. The reason for his rebellion is unknown, and the reason why he specializes in stealing bone spurs is also unknown. After all, there are too few records, so I don't know. I'm not a person who has experienced it, but if the bone spur can reach your hand, it means it is dead. It was already one hundred, seventeen or eighty years old when he stole the holy relic. It is estimated to be three hundred years old now. The three virtues cannot live that long. Long."

'Death is not necessarily dead.'

Hearing this, Colin subconsciously retorted.

If nothing else happened, they might have met indirectly a few months ago.

ps: Follow first and then change (end of this chapter)