"I... Didn't die? Why do I say this? I... Who is it?"

I don't know how long it took, a faint hazy consciousness woke up, towering like a tinder on a lighthouse swaying slightly, scanning the surroundings, it felt very confused, very weird, always felt that something was wrong.

The yellow sand flew, and on the Sacred Flame Square, a young snake man crawled over, his eyes were red, and he muttered to himself for a long time before leaving, this consciousness quietly watched the other party, and for some reason, it experienced an unknown sadness and pain.

But it can't do anything, it's just a flame, and it can only watch all this in a daze, watching these familiar and strange snake people live under their noses in a daze.

In this way, it passed through each day lonely and uneventful.

Until one day, the sand outside the tribe trembled, and one after another crimson scorpions crawled out of the swirling quicksand, and they danced with giant claws and flicked poisonous tails with hideous faces, blocking the snake tribe.

After a commotion, a tall scorpion man with three poisonous tails walked to the front of the army, raised his head with cold bloody eyes, glanced at the fully guarded snake tribe with disdain, and finally looked at one of the figures of the white-scaled snake people.

"Cecilia, this world has begun to change, food and water sources are becoming less and less, only the truly strong can survive better, and for you who have lost the protection of the beast god, the three-headed tribe is destined to be destroyed!"

"As long as you are willing to sacrifice your tribe, sacrifice the holy fire of light, and become my slave to add new beast god bloodline to my clan, the patriarch can promise to leave you a cheap life, and even leave a little fire for your tribe!"

Hearing the words of the patriarch, the army behind him knocked on the giant claws one after another, and shouted loudly, the momentum was like a rainbow, on the other hand, the momentum of the snake tribe was a little low, and many snake warriors gritted their teeth, their fingers were white, and they were holding their weapons, feeling very unwilling to be humiliated.

The fire scorpion clan that had its tail between its legs in front of their three-headed tribe back then could force them to such an extent now, if the former patriarch was still there, they would definitely blow their heads out.

"Needless to say, you rotten stinky scorpions, if you want to destroy our three-headed tribe, you are ready to break off a mouthful of teeth!"

Cecilia patriarch slowly stepped forward, the milky white snake body swayed in an S-shape, spitting snake letters, his face was expressionless, and the next moment, the white scales below his waist instantly crawled all over his upper body, and finally, a white jade-like python was entrenched in the city, and its pure white vertical pupils were cold-blooded and cruel.

"Cheap maid, I don't know whether you live or die, don't worry, when I destroy your three-headed tribe, I will squeeze all the bloodlines in your body!"

The fire scorpion patriarch, Thern Fire Scorpion, twisted his neck not so unexpectedly, the corners of his mouth grinned brutally, his body swelled like a balloon, and the two giant claws let out a clanging sound of gold and iron, sparks splashed everywhere, and the three fire stinger tails extended wildly, levitating behind him.

The multiple insect feet stepped on the soft sand, and Sean took the lead with great bravery, and excitedly touched the giant claw, and the revenge that had been violently beaten by the bastard snake was finally able to take revenge this time.

Hmph, even if he is stronger than him, he is not survived to death by himself, and now he not only has to destroy his tribe and play with his spouse, but also turn it into the power of their fire scorpion clan in the end.

Although these snake people are quite ugly, the small waist is so thin, how can they have the strong body of the beauty of the fire scorpion clan.

The fire scorpion warrior behind him also followed with a roar, drooling, and his eyes were full of cruelty, as long as he killed these snake people, their fire scorpion tribe would be able to eat for a while, after all, with the reduction of food production, the competition in the hunting grounds intensified, and many small and medium-sized tribes had to go hungry.

The sandstorm in the air roared more and more, as if drowning the world, and the figures in the sand and dust swayed, and in this corner that no one knew, the crazy fight for survival broke out, and the blood flowing from both sides stained the sand under their feet.

The flickering flame watched all this quietly, and for some reason, felt both deep grief and a little joy, perhaps because of jealousy?

The already declining snake tribe is no match for a powerful enemy after all, even if they fight to the death, one by one the clansmen are still falling, and in the end, only a group of fire scorpion warriors are left to surround the snake man patriarch with a vigilant expression.

"The Triumvirate... There has never been a coward!"

Cecilia exhaled weakly, her body glowing with fiery red spots, and she muttered something as she looked at the flames that lit up the darkness, and slammed into it hard.

The statue of the three-headed snake god shook violently, collapsed with a bang, and fell like a small sun, and the surrounding fire scorpion people were frightened and hurriedly walked away.

The raging fire sprung up, looking at the snake man who had turned into charcoal in the sea of fire, the consciousness of the holy fire had an indescribable feeling, and the temperature of the flame burning seemed to be rapidly frozen at this moment, followed by the weakness and coma of consciousness.

"What a bad stinky girl, go and collect the flame!"

Thorne, who had broken a giant claw and two poisonous tails, stood outside the ring of fire, snorted in exasperation, and roared loudly, and many thick-skinned scorpions with good fire resistance rushed in hurriedly.

Soon these scorpions cleaned up the battlefield and returned with piles of corpses, both of the same race and those of different races, as long as they were brought back and pickled, they were all good reserve food, and each scorpion man was in a good mood.

They did not grieve because of the death of their companions, on the contrary, it is a good thing to eliminate some more weak people during this period, which can not only reduce the burden of the tribe, but also provide food, plus the recently executed group of old people who eat uselessly, and the food will be sufficient for a period of time in the future.

The most important thing is that the container that is protected in the center of the team, carried by more than a dozen scorpions, the dim flame swaying on it, and it may be extinguished at any time, which makes the fire scorpion patriarch who is guarding the side feel distressed, baby, don't extinguish it!

In today's dark ages, the Holy Fire, a sacred object that brings light and hope, is as much as possible for any tribe, whether it is for their own use or for the exchange of materials for the Beast God, it is a sure-fire business.

...............

I don't know how long later, the faint consciousness of the holy flame awakened again, and I found that I seemed to be standing up again, bright flames swaying in the sky, like a lighthouse guiding the way forward in the darkness, but below it was replaced by a group of fiery red scorpions.

"Who am I?"

The Holy Flame Consciousness murmured even more confusedly, as if it had forgotten a lot of things, and couldn't think of why, it finally watched silently as before, more and more indifferent, more and more lonely, a cold wind blew, and it suddenly felt a trace of coldness.

"Why... I'm the only one burning, why was I the only one in the first place, why did it feel so hollow?"

I don't know when, questions popped up in its heart, constantly questioning the meaning of its existence, wanting to tell its pain, but no one listened.