I, Superman, the Supreme Commander

Chapter 516: Dark Soul World, Please Sleep

boom!

With cries of resentment and frustration for a lifetime, the monster fell heavily to the ground and turned into a pool of black pus, which then quickly evaporated and dried up into ashes.

"Huh... finally finished..."

Zhang Hong slumped on the ground, sweating all over, his face pale, and his chest heaving violently.

His left arm was twisted unnaturally, his clothes on his back were torn, and there were three huge bloody claw marks, almost deep enough to see the bone.

This inhuman monster was too difficult to deal with, even though Zhang Hong had made sufficient preparations and used every possible means.

In the end, it took a considerable price to kill the monster.

After resting for half an hour, Zhang Hong felt that the wound was not so painful and his strength was restored a little, so he set out again.

The tightly closed door opened by itself when Zhang Hong killed the monster.

There really is magic.

This is becoming more and more like a game.

Maybe this is a game world?

After the mutant giant was killed, a ball of white light also flew out from the ashes and merged into Zhang Hong's body.

Zhang Hong didn’t know what the white light was for. He couldn’t feel anything unusual for the time being, nor did he find anything in his body that could be mobilized.

I have to ignore it for now.

Dragging his injured body, Zhang Hong walked out of the gate. In front of him was a path leading further up the cliff. He could see a brightly lit stone building on the other side of the cliff not far away.

"Is that the place for the next trial?"

Zhang Hong took a deep breath and continued walking along the road.

He had no way to retreat and could only move forward.

There is no food or medicine here. Staying here is just waiting to die. Only by moving forward can there be a chance of survival.

After killing a few zombies blocking the way, Zhang Hong finally arrived in front of the building.

I found that this seemed to be an ancient church. It seemed to be hundreds of years old and was already in ruins, but the main body was still intact and could at least shelter from the wind and rain.

There were burning torches on both sides of the door, and there were signs of sweeping on the road, obviously someone was maintaining and using it.

I hope it's not an enemy...

Zhang Hong gripped the spiral sword tightly, took a deep breath and walked into the church door.

What appeared before my eyes was a very shocking scene.

The interior of the church was unusually spacious. In the center of the circular structure was a circular hall that was several dozen meters wide, surrounded by multi-layered stairs and corridors. There were five stone platforms around the hall, and on top of the stone platforms were five stone thrones of different shapes, all surrounded by candles.

It is filled with the atmosphere of a sacrificial site.

Five thrones surrounded the circular plaza from high above, seemingly sacred seats for receiving offerings. However, at this moment, the objects of offerings on the thrones were empty, with no one on them - no, there was a person sitting on one of the thrones.

It was a short, hunchbacked human with an ugly appearance, a thin body, and flesh as dry as charcoal. He wore a crown and dressed like a king, but he did not have the slightest aura of a king. Instead, he looked like an old man in his twilight years.

He just sat calmly on the throne, his thin body forming a sharp contrast with the huge throne.

It doesn't have much presence and can be easily overlooked if you don't pay attention.

Zhang Hong looked towards the center of the square, where a tall figure caught his attention.

In the center of the square was a stone basin covered with ashes like a bonfire pit. Next to it stood a slender woman. Although it was only her back, her graceful posture made it clear that she was a beauty.

Compared to all the strange things he had seen along the way, this woman was the first person Zhang Hong had seen who was closest to a normal human being since he came to this world. He couldn't help but feel happy.

Walked up with hope.

When I got closer, I saw that it was indeed a beautiful human woman with snow-white skin, long silver hair, and a Gothic-style robe, dressed like a nun with lace. She stood in front of the brazier with her fingers clasped together in a dignified and graceful manner.

Seeing Zhang Hong, she turned around and calmly said, "Welcome to the campfire, Master Yuhui without fire. I am the fire keeper, the one who specializes in maintaining the campfire and serving you."

Zhang Hong frowned deeply.

Fire Keeper?

Isn't this the famous character from the game called Dark Soul?

Is it...

"Lord Yuhui, you are injured... Please put the spiral sword in your hand into the fire, light the campfire, and have a good rest."

Seeing Zhang Hong suddenly fall silent, the Fire Keeper opened her red lips again and spoke in an ethereal voice.

……

At the Firelink Shrine, under the spiral sword, bone fragments slowly burned, emitting flames that seemed to carry life.

Zhang Hong sat beside the campfire. The flames penetrated his body and he could feel his injured body healing rapidly.

The Fire Keeper stood quietly by the side, as obedient as a maid, waiting for his call at any time.

After a conversation with the Fire Keeper, Zhang Hong has confirmed that he has indeed arrived in the world of Dark Soul.

But he was almost certain that he did not travel through time again, but was "imprisoned" in this world.

This should still be a small world created based on the Dark Soul in the multiverse controlled by Supreme Superman.

Using layers of nesting doll-like worlds as prisons to imprison time travelers is a method that Superman Supreme likes to use.

Now that Zhang Hong has lost all his extraordinary powers, the other party is not worried at all that he can escape.

What about placing him in a world where he can gain extraordinary powers?

So what if he reached the “max level” in the Dark Souls world?

Is it impossible to break free from the cage of the world?

"Lord Yu Hui, you seem to be in a low mood. Are you in trouble? Please tell me, and I will do my best to help you."

The fire keeper nearby saw this and said with concern.

Her attitude is even gentler than that of his wife. She regards serving Yu Hui as the meaning of her life and is extremely pious to Yu Hui.

Zhang Hong knew that he was not some residual ashes, and he had no motivation to pass on the fire.

He is now completely confused.

What should we do now?

How can I get home?

Are you just going to follow the script designed by those people and spread the fire honestly?

After much thought, Zhang Hong found that he had no choice at all, and this was what made him most desperate.

Either follow the script set by the other party, or give up, muddle through, or just die to avoid trouble.

Now that he has lost all his divine power, there is nothing he can do.

Zhang Hong didn't say anything and ignored the fire keeper, just staring at the campfire in a daze.

Suddenly, a deep and subtle fragrance like incense came over him, and Zhang Hong felt himself being hugged by a soft and slightly cool body from behind, full of tenderness.

The fire keeper half-knelt behind Zhang Hong, hugged him gently, and said softly: "Is this better? The road to saving the world is long and arduous. If you are tired, please rest in my arms for a while."

The gentle and familiar hug reminded Zhang Hong of the person in the real world, and he couldn't help but shudder.

My tired and anxious heart softened all of a sudden, my nose felt sore, and I almost shed tears.

"I……"

Amidst the soft jade and warm fragrance, a strong feeling of fatigue and sleepiness came over Zhang Hong, and he fell into a deep sleep before he could finish his words.

The fire keeper looked at Zhang Hong who was sleeping with his head resting on her thighs.

Said something softly.

"Go to sleep, Lord Yuhui."