Chapter 1235: Spread fire? Spread fire!

Spread fire? Spread fire!

Qin Xin was also experiencing similar things.

After being wrapped in darkness, for the sake of the light in his heart and the future, he resolutely jumped into that touch of white light.

Added with 【War】 authority, his concerns were far less than Cheng Shi and Hong Lin's. In his view, besides that unmentionable Creator, the only things that could kill him in the real universe were the gods of other worlds.

If this was the Creator's handwriting, then jumping or not jumping made no difference. But if this was not the "trap" of the Creator, no matter who was behind it, Qin Xin felt he had the strength to fight, at least he wouldn't die so ugly.

If he had to die, he could only accept dying on the road of spreading fire, rather than rotting in a "cabinet."

So he jumped decisively.

He thought that after the white light would be another battlefield belonging to him. When he woke up, what appeared in front of him was indeed a battlefield belonging to Qin Xin.

It's just that what he never expected was that this battlefield didn't belong to him, and this Qin Xin... was not him!

He seemed to have become a cloud in the sky, and under that cloud, a thin player was standing on a mountain of corpses, using his skinny arms to drive his fingers full of blood to pull the long bow that had long been worn out, shooting arrow after arrow, nailing the last few war machines in front of him under the mountain of corpses.

The player's teammates were all dead, leaving only him. Fortunately, there were few enemies left, otherwise he wouldn't be able to hold on.

At this time, it was the end of the civilization era. The unbearable chaos inside the Tower of Reason had long begun to spread wantonly. The counterattack from the underground was imminent. The scholars of the Southern City Alliance were unwilling to let the rebel scholars ravage the southern land and abandon their faith to establish the 【War】 Kingdom outside. So, taking advantage of the weakening control of the Scholarly Chairmanship, they gathered the power in their hands to launch a retaliatory offensive against the 【War】 Kingdom.

They vainly attempted to plunder back the resources that once belonged to them from this turbulent country full of war, and also wanted to lead the underground chaos to land that did not belong to the Tower of Reason.

And the battlefield in front of them was the defensive battle of the southeast wing of the 【War】 Kingdom.

Qin Xin remembered this battle very clearly.

The players came to the battlefield as supervisors sent by the Wolberit faction to coordinate the defense of the southeast, but who would have thought that the command of this battle had long been infiltrated by believers of 【Chaos】 and changed their identities.

Halfway through the war, the personal guards directly defected, leading the central army to charge in reverse, scattering the entire defensive line and rushing toward the distant Wolberit.

The Yu Hui Church actually wanted to take the capital of the 【War】 Kingdom directly by taking advantage of the situation!

Although history told the players that the Yu Hui Church at this time did not succeed, it didn't tell them that the defense of the southeast front was defeated so miserably.

In the situation where the central army defected, the left army fled, and the right army was wiped out, six players became the only survivors standing on the front line of the war.

The cruelty that followed could be imagined.

Facing the enemies like the sea, the six players were trembling with fear.

If it weren't for the fact that the attention of the Southern Scholar Alliance was all drawn away by the Yu Hui Church, and they followed them to kill toward Wolberit, the players in this trial would never have survived the battlefield.

Qin Xin, who held on to the last moment, lay flat on the mountain of corpses, breathing more than exhaling. He was extremely tired. Fighting for two days and two nights without sleep or rest had far exceeded his physical limit load. At this time, he was still alive entirely because he was persisting with his willpower.

But this was not the will to survive, but the will to seek another kind of rebirth!

He came to this trial to find a heavy armor, a heavy armor belonging to the 【War】 giant beast.

He had seen the description of that heavy armor in the relevant materials of the 【War】 Kingdom, saying that this was not only a heavy armor with super defense, but also a container for a soul. It could accommodate a broken soul, allowing it to rejoin the battlefield with a brand-new posture.

This was the latest research of the rebel scholars on the power of 【War】. Unfortunately, the research hadn't been announced as successful when the Tower of Reason attacked.

The thin Qin Xin wanted this thing very much. He knew there was a fire in his heart, and he wanted to pass this fire on. Unfortunately, his body couldn't support him to go that far, so he thought of this method.

As a dream-peeping ranger who had studied dreams quite a bit, Qin Xin wanted to create a big dream belonging to himself, and this heavy armor was the foundation for his dream.

Qin Xin, who had recovered his strength on the mountain of corpses, leaned on his long bow and began to rummage through this sea of blood and corpses for the thing he wanted.

The trial didn't leave him much time, only half a day left. However, until the sunset and the trial was about to end, he didn't find that heavy armor on this battlefield.

At that moment, as the last touch of daylight dimmed in the blood-colored horizon, he fell down dejectedly, and the fire in his eyes was about to go out.

And Qin Xin, who witnessed this scene, was full of shock.

At first, he thought this was his memory, but as he watched, he found that this was not a memory, because in the memory, the heavy armor should have appeared at the position where the thin Qin Xin was lying at this time, but now the Qin Xin on the battlefield still hadn't found that heavy armor.

Why?

Could it be that the Qin Xin of this world failed? Lost the possibility of spreading fire from the beginning!?

No, no way!

Seeing the spark about to go out but having no way, this was undoubtedly the greatest fear that all Fire-Spreaders found hard to face in their hearts.

Perhaps when facing the gods, knowing 【Source】, or stepping onto the real universe, Qin Xin had never been as afraid as this moment!

He seemed to see the helpless self, the past self, and the future self. He knew that if he let everything in front of him go, the fire in his heart would be difficult to pass on.

Since it was all spreading fire, and it was all passing on hope, why limit it to one world?

The previous self moved forward with difficulty to protect the beauty in everyone's heart, enduring humiliation and bearing heavy burdens, just because mortals were like clouds and mud compared to the gods, and any disturbance could blow out that fragile flame.

But now, he had inherited a body of 【War】 authority and was fully capable of supporting a sky for the Fire-Spreaders. Since so, shouldn't he also add a piece of firewood to the flickering and dying flames of other worlds while he still had spare energy?

What is firewood?

Born to be firewood!

So Qin Xin moved. He stimulated his authority and resonated with the 【War】 power of the battlefield under his feet. Even if his body was a cloud, he used divine power to turn into a big hand to take off the heavy armor on his body and placed it gently beside the thin Qin Xin.

This was originally the sustenance of his soul, the very foundation of his being; once he lost the heavy armor, he would likely vanish into thin air...

But!

The thin Qin Xin of the original world had found another soul sustenance for him before he died. "Surprising Bow" was also something that nourished the soul, enough to carry his soul and become a substitute for that heavy armor.

So, rather than saying the heavy armor Qin Xin passed on hope to the thin Qin Xin of another world, it was better to say the thin Qin Xin brought "rebirth" to himself in another world.

The Qin Xin on the battlefield fell into a deep sleep. The light of the end of the trial transmitted him and the heavy armor beside him out together. Watching the hope sail toward the distance, the clouds in the sky drifted away quietly into the night.

The beauty of this world would no longer fear the eternal long night, because the fire named hope was about to burn in the darkness. ===== CHAPTER 1236 =====