"Hmm …"
Lin Sheng felt a large amount of chaotic memories surging into his mind.
Different from the previous two dreams, the memories he absorbed this time were completely out of his expectations.
The images were chaotic, the voices were chaotic, and there was almost no image or information. All the memories were like an overturned barrel of fuel, messy and unrecognizable.
The only memory that was slightly complete was a blurry thought. That thought seemed to be the only obsession in this person's mind.
It was like the last piece of land in the chaotic sea that hadn't sunk. It was the existence that represented the last bit of order.
Lin Sheng carefully filtered out this thought, the rest were worthless, so he ignored them.
Only this bit of thought was left, there was still a bit of information.
"Find the Circle of Reaping left by Xeoig in the third level of the dungeon.
Only the Circle of Reaping that can extract the primordial bloodline from any living being can remove the Chaos Blood from my body.
That is the only way for me to survive … "
That was the only information left in this obsession. The rest were all messed up and illogical mosaics.
"Xeoig?" Lin Sheng recalled the name from his memory.
It seemed to be just a pronunciation.
The thought in this person's memory was just a thought, there was no specific language. So he could understand it.
But not the other images and voices.
This time, this dream didn't seem to be written in Gourenne. Instead, it was written in a language that he had never heard of before.
The long-robed man's body was leaning against the wall, sitting motionlessly. He was dead.
Lin Sheng walked up and searched the man's body. He found a silver key, a glass bottle filled with silver powder, and a blurry scroll.
"According to this guy's memory, this Circle of Reaping can directly extract the primordial bloodline from any living being and turn it into a pure bloodline crystal. This seems to be a good thing … "
Lin Sheng put everything back into the black bag on the long-robed man's body. He then tore the bag off and tied it to his body.
After killing the long-robed man, Lin Sheng felt that he had used up a lot of energy. So he rested for a while.
After a while, he stood up and continued to move forward.
Soon, another group of three heavily armored soldiers appeared.
Without another word, Lin Sheng took the lead and took care of the three heavily armored soldiers in just a few moves.
This time, he finally absorbed a soldier's soul fragment.
In this soldier's mind, most of it was a mess. Only a few memories were barely clear.
From this memory, Lin Sheng barely knew that this place was called the Elven Dungeon.
One day, a powerful Court Mage called Xeoig suddenly appeared. He brought with him a powerful magic formation called the Reaping Magic Formation.
This kind of demonic formation could be used to strip the various ancient bloodlines of the prisoners for his own use.
These soldiers had been ordered by their superiors to cooperate with Xeoig.
Because this place was not suitable for any of the languages that Lin Sheng knew, it was very difficult for him to distinguish the information in his memory.
Moreover, in the soldier's memory, the power that the Mages used to control was not called Mana, but the Power of Decay.
"This place … is filled with the power of death and decay …?"
Lin Sheng rested for a while. Then, he switched to another heavy sword and continued forward.
He went deeper and deeper into the dungeon.
Every now and then, there would be a slope.
The slope sloped downwards. Naturally, Lin Sheng went deeper and deeper.
The arched tunnel seemed to have no end.
He kept going.
Soon, Lin Sheng came across another heavily armored soldier wandering around. After easily taking care of it, he did not encounter any other living beings.
As he went deeper, the gray fog in the air became thicker.
At first, the fog was not thick. He could still see ten meters around him.
But as he went deeper, the distance that Lin Sheng could see decreased to eight meters, seven meters, five meters, four meters …
Going down continuously and seeing the same scenery again and again, Lin Sheng's spiritual vision started to get a little tired.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, just when he thought it was time to wake up and leave the dream.
Bam.
Heavy footsteps came from in front of him.
Lin Sheng gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. He stopped and looked forward.
Amidst the thick gray fog, a two-meter-tall fatty slowly walked out from the arched passageway.
This Fatso was half-naked. His dark skin and muscles were tattooed with ferocious black spiked tiger stripes.
He had a bald head. His arms were covered in black armor, and his palms were covered in black spiked metal gloves.
Seeing Lin Sheng, Fatso quickened his pace and let out an angry growl.
He walked until he was four meters in front of Lin Sheng. He took a deep breath and blew it out.
Whoosh!!
A large ball of crimson flame burst out from his mouth.
The huge flame almost burned the entire tunnel.
Lin Sheng raised his Wooden Shield in front of him.
With a bang, the red flame hit the Wooden Shield. It bounced off and spread in all directions.
The flame lasted for about three seconds before it stopped.
As soon as it stopped, Lin Sheng quickly charged forward. He took a few steps forward and crossed a distance of four meters. He slammed into Fatso's stomach.
Bam!
The huge force rebounded on Lin Sheng. He almost lost his grip on the Wooden Shield and fell to the ground.
His weapon hit the opponent's stomach, but he was rebounded away!
With no time to think, Lin Sheng steadied himself and tried his best to hide behind the Wooden Shield.
In the next second, a huge force landed on the Wooden Shield.
Boom!
Fatso came down from above. He clasped his hands together and punched the Wooden Shield.
The huge and violent force caused a deep crack to appear on the Wooden Shield.
Behind the shield, Lin Sheng's eyes, nose, and mouth were bleeding from the impact.
He felt dizzy. He tried his best to stabilize himself. The Saint Power in his body quickly worked to heal his injuries.
Although his injuries could be stabilized, he could not regain the advantage he had lost.
Fatso's hands were swift and powerful. His skin was extremely tough as if he had trained in a top-notch hard body technique. He was not afraid of swords or sabers.
Lin Sheng fought with him for a few moves, and the tip of his sword stabbed into his abdomen a few times, but to no avail.
Clang!
Lin Sheng tried to use Afterlight Slash to make Fatso's head get hit by his own strength.
Unfortunately, the material of the sword was not strong enough. The moment it was hit, it broke with a crack.
One wrong move, and everything went wrong.
Lin Sheng did not dodge. Fatso's next punch landed on his chest.
Bam!
Blood spewed from his mouth. The scales on his chest caved in. He was sent flying and fell to the ground. He could not get up again.
"Powerful …!" It had been a long time since he suffered such a heavy injury.
Fatso's combat skills were very strong. He was at least a Level 3 Warrior.
Moreover, his Flame Spray was very powerful. It could kill a large area. No matter if it was a one-on-one fight or a group fight, it was flawless.
In terms of strength, his opponent was much stronger than him. This time, he did not lose in a simple fight.
Fatso's skin and muscles were extremely tough. Swords and sabers could not hurt him. It was even more troublesome.
Lin Sheng tried his best to straighten his body, but before he could roll away, he saw a wave of fire.
The scorching flames engulfed him.
In the high temperature, Lin Sheng's body carbonized, turned black, and scorched.
Whoosh!
A large hand suddenly reached out from the flames. It grabbed his head and twisted it.
Crack.
Like a bottle cap, Lin Sheng's head was twisted off on the spot.
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