One member stepped on the unfinished charcoal under the ashes and screamed in surprise. The companion on the side reached out to grab him and continued to move forward.
The sparsely standing charcoal proves that this place was once a forest. The charred branches are struggling to prop themselves up on the charcoal, pointing towards the gloomy sky.
A group of people are like ascetics, walking in this world of only black and gray, with a line of footprints stretching behind them.
Everyone was in a mess and disheveled, and the team of nearly 40 people now had less than 30 people.
It was early in the morning and the temperature was very low. There was a faint breath coming from their mouths and noses as they walked.
The weather is getting colder and colder.
Fortunately, there is no shortage of coal in the burning ground. You can light a fire to keep warm when resting. When sleeping, you can simply dig into the thick ashes on the ground to keep your body temperature from losing.
You can try your luck when it comes to food. You can always find charred corpses of mutated creatures, and you can barely eat the inside of the charred shell.
Only the water source is a problem. There is no water here, and there are no words related to water.
Their eyes were bloodshot and their lips were chapped.
The stream was on its way, and perhaps they should turn back, but they could not hold out for two days.
They had been walking in one direction for two days. Maybe the direction was wrong, maybe the fire was too big, but they still didn't leave the burning place.
As time went by, the temperature gradually rose. The fire ground with limited light became a little brighter - although it was still gloomy.
Even though it was so hard, no one complained. The group of people walked silently through the ashes that seemed to have no scenery and no end. I don’t know how long it had passed, but their companions suddenly stopped in front of them.
Turning his head and looking ahead, the team stopped.
Joyce has something to say.
The team formed a circle and watched Joyce silently.
"There are still 6 days before winter begins, and 6 days before the mission is completed. I'm not sure how big the burned area is, and I'm not sure whether we can leave here before dehydration."
Joyce's expression remained calm, and there was no emotion in his eyes.
"Starting now, teams of five people will separate and radiate in three directions except Hale City."
A plan to gain luck.
Chen Yue's voice was obscure and she opened her mouth: "How can we contact you?"
"No need to contact you." Joyce looked at her: "Prioritize finding the gathering point and trying to capture it. If the main task fails, we will die."
"If the main mission is completed, we will meet at the Burning Ground. Those who have completed the mission will send someone to pick us up. Who has any questions?"
Everyone shook their heads.
The life-or-death plan was decided. Everyone returned to their respective teams, and the downsized team merged with other teams. After a few minutes, the group of people greeted each other, formed a fan shape, and dispersed in three directions.
Some teams are fast and some are slow. The fast ones are in a hurry, and the slow ones are not trying to be safe, but because they can no longer hold on.
The situation is more difficult than imagined.
…
Torches and bonfires can be seen everywhere, filling the cave with bright firelight. Large and small holes are opened on the stone walls on both sides as a resting place for them.
Mu Su stepped on a halo, with a golden light sword hilt stuck on his head. Under the eyes of a crowd of fanatical and pious people, he walked to his throne at the end of the cave.
A shrine made of piles of bones,
As the first god to appear, the group of believers asked Mu Su to sit on the sacred throne in the middle. To his left and right, there were more than twenty sacred works lined up in a row, but they were all empty, and some had not been piled up.
Finish.
In other words, these people believe in more than twenty gods.
Looking arrogantly at a kneeling figure, Mu Su cleared his throat: "Which of you has the final say?"
In complete silence, an old bald high priest climbed up to the wooden platform, his voice trembling and respectful: "Your most loyal slave Kratos is here."
Mu Su was so frightened that his hands shook, he looked at the old man carefully, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Here comes someone, drag this guy down and burn him."
Not only was the old man not afraid, but he was trembling with excitement and kept shouting: "Thank you, my Lord!"
The surrounding believers also had envious expressions on their faces. They followed several young men as they picked up the old man, walked to the burning rack in the middle of the cave, piled firewood and lit it in one go.
It looks like they've been doing this for a long time.
The blazing flames ignited, and Kratos' figure loomed, only the sound of praise came from it, and soon there was no movement.
The hidden danger has been lifted, and these guys with 10% sanity seem to have no resistance to their own charm.
Mu Su waved his hand and called for the middle-aged man who had worked best to escort him when he escaped from Lindsay Wetland, pretending to be Payne.
"You will be the high priest from now on."
The middle-aged Payne looked ecstatic and began to have close contact with the ground with his head.
Afraid that he would be beaten to death, Mu Su raised his hand to stop him and got down to business.
"Let me ask you, how many people are there in the church now?"
"Quite a lot." The middle-aged Payne's answer made Musu want to beat him.
But Mu Su maintained the greatest restraint and elaborated on the question: "I mean the specific number of people."
The high priest got up in a hurry and ran downstairs to check the number of people. After more than ten minutes of chaos, he ran back: "814 believers and a dozen pagans who haven't finished eating yet."
Mu Su was furious, and his golden headdress turned into an antenna according to his mood, and he slapped the armrest heavily: "What a waste! It took so long to gather so many believers!"
The high priest trembled all over, lowered his head and did not dare to say anything.
Mu Su snorted coldly: "I don't care whether you plan to burn or eat the remaining heretics. No one is allowed to touch them from now on, do you hear me?"
There was a reply in the cave.
Musu was quite satisfied and asked the high priest: "Who discovered me first?"
The high priest replied respectfully: "It's Griffin. After seeing your miracles, he was afraid that you would be deceived by those unbelieving pagans, so he came with his men to save you. In order to protect you, he had already returned to the embrace of our Lord."
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Mu Su was thoughtful.
If there is nothing more to say, the Lord of the Morning's handshake will come to an end. In order to maintain the majesty of the god, Mu Su has been sitting on the throne. He endured the pious eyes from time to time, as well as the dozens of people praying under the wooden platform who refused to disperse.
believer.
In less than an hour, he witnessed several believers taking the initiative to go to the stake and return to the embrace of God.
The root cause of why there are so few people in the Yuhuo Sect has been found.
Mu Su called the high priest and said earnestly: "I'm not telling you that this problem of yours needs to be corrected. What's wrong with spontaneous combustion? It's easy to scare children, even if they can't be frightened, they will burn to the point of burning.
It’s not good to be careless.”
"You mean..."
Mu Su said fiercely: "No one is allowed to die without my order!"
Later, in order to make Joyce and the others wow, Mu Su spent several hours formulating a detailed and meticulous plan to attack the Lindsay Wetland, with no mistakes and intricate links.
At dusk outside, the believers were awakened by the high priest, and Mu Su had something to say.
"first!"
Mu Su looked around the audience, and the golden light transformed into a huge Pikachu shadow behind him, adding to its power.
"No one is allowed to die without my permission!"
"Then... find a way to attack Lindsay Wetland and hit his mother with a cannon!"
"Finally, the purpose this time is to rob people. If anyone dares to commit suicide or kill others, I will kill you before you die!"