Chapter 798: Trap for Fire

"In fact, those mutants are not difficult to deal with, but it is a bit troublesome to deal with them..."

As the strongest tribe in the tribal alliance, the Hanye tribe is not afraid of the seemingly huge alien army. They have many ways to deal with them.

However, killing these alien armies will cause the mutation to spread.

Just like killing a flame will be marked with a flame mark, killing a mutant will also add a "mutation mark". When the mutation mark reaches a certain level, these normal dark races will also mutate.

Therefore, the Hanye tribe must use "non-direct lethal" weapons to deal with this group of mutants.

Whether it is to turn them into smooth balls or let them float into the sky, they are all non-direct killing methods.

These mutants will definitely die later, but if they die of "organ failure" or "falling", the mutation will not spread.

This is the experience left by the Hanye tribe in fighting with flames for a long time. The weapons they made are all kinds of strange, and there are many ways to stop the spread of mutations.

"These weapons were all thought up by the previous leader. After that, there have been no mutants in the Hanye tribe."

Hanchao's words were full of admiration.

"Before he left, in addition to asking me to take good care of Hanqin, he asked me to continue researching weapons to deal with fire and then defeat the fire. Now, I can finally fulfill his wish..."

Hanchao's heart was beating violently. He could no longer suppress his excitement. His thick blood vessels were swinging excitedly in the air.

There were only a few of the alienated army left. The remaining ones either hid or lost their combat ability. Only the fire that kept burning forward was left.

The pattern of the flame became clearer and clearer. It seemed to be able to directly locate Mo Ling's position and fly straight to the valley where they were hiding.

The winding mountain paths and twisted caves could not stop its progress at all. It either flew over directly or burned through directly, and kept approaching with scorching heat.

The light had already shone into the valley, and Hanchao also issued the final order, activating the trap for the flame.

"Be careful, my friend." Hanchao gently touched Mo Ling's shoulder and ran to the side.

His sturdy body was unusually flexible when he ran, his sharp claws pierced through the rock wall directly, his tail swayed, and his hair was like a flowing cloak.

The "acting leader" of the Hanye tribe showed his most powerful fighting posture.

The moment the flame appeared in the valley, Hanchao led a group of warriors from the Hanye tribe, like moths flying towards the flame, and merged with the shadows, running towards the scorching center.

With black hair swaying, the warriors of the Hanye tribe shuttled gracefully in the light, pulling open a large black net.

The cultivated light plague was scattered along the large net and fell on the flame.

Countless black spots appeared on the bright outer flame in an instant, attached to the flame like maggots on the tarsal bone.

The flame that had been moving forward paused for a rare moment, and burst into a more powerful flame, trying to ignite those stubborn black spots.

However, the more the fire burned, the faster the light plague spread.

The black spots climbed up along the direction of the flame, devouring the blazing light hungrily.

The revenge from the darkness came quietly, and the flame became mottled in an instant.

"Burn!"

The flame seemed to ignore the spread of the black spots and continued to exert its power.

Under its struggle, the black spots quickly spread, dyeing its outer flame black.

The black outer flame was constantly swinging, and the flame was madly releasing firelight, trying to extinguish the deep darkness, but everything it did had the opposite effect, and instead made the light plague spread more fiercely.

The warriors of the Cold Night Tribe continued to surround the flame, sowing the seeds of darkness, which were deeply embedded in the body of the flame and began to grow vigorously.

The mottled flame finally realized that its struggle would only make the darkness spread faster, so it gave up resistance and shrank all the flames into a ball.

The light that was just unbridled turned into an egg-like ball of light in a blink of an eye. All the power was shrunk inside, and the outer periphery was wrapped in thick darkness. It would not take long for the darkness to completely transform it.

At this moment, the center of the flame began to expand violently, and some small explosions occurred continuously inside, and then shrank instantly.

The flame seemed to be trying to destroy itself...

"Want to kill yourself and get rid of the shackles of darkness?" Mo Ling instantly guessed the flame's idea.

But this is impossible. Even if a part can be destroyed, it cannot be reborn.

The part eroded by the light plague has completely become a member of the darkness, and the flame cannot kill the transformed part of itself.

"Burn!"

The will of the flame is still majestic and struggling madly, but the darkness is getting tighter and tighter, converging it in the big net.

As if realizing that it was powerless, the flame wrapped in darkness suddenly burst out with its last rays of light, piercing through the black film that covered it, and rushed towards Mo Ling with a determination to die.

"Even if it means death, you want to drag me down with you?"

Mo Ling sighed as he watched the flame desperately rushing towards him.

He was no longer as helpless as he was when he first saw the flame.

Gently raising his hand, the shadow weapon attached to his hair instantly turned into a black spear, facing the approaching flames, and stabbed up.

Just like the first time facing the fire giant, when he rushed forward with the spear, Mo Ling's body's disgust and fear of the flames completely disappeared, replaced by endless calmness.

No anger, no awe, nothing...

The heart was empty, the heart on the top of the head stopped beating, the blood vessels naturally drooped, let the surrounding darkness push, and rushed forward naturally.

The moment the gunshot touched the flames, Mo Ling felt that everything around him stopped and became quiet.

There was no sound of burning flames, nor the sound of the claws of the cold night tribe warriors rubbing, as if the world was left with only quiet darkness.

There was no enemy, only him and the black spear in his hand.

The pattern on the gun handle rotated slowly, and when time froze, he seemed to hear the conversations in the gun again...

"Why do we need to find the third axis?"

"This is the mission given to us by the darkness, and it is very important."

"Can you slow down for a moment? Our companions are suffering from the suffering brought by the flame."

"Flame? That's nothing, it is destined to go out."

"Really? Where did it come from? Why did it attack our race?"

"It... is just like us, just carrying out the mission. Have you heard of the Fire Thief?"