The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 123
The soldiers led Millicent towards the "kitchen".

Along the way, Millicent admired the desolate beauty of Stonewell from a distance, and felt the strength of the teacher.

The minions lead Millicent to the kitchen door:
"After that catastrophe, half of the city was destroyed. This place is relatively deep and has not been destroyed. But Lord Greco is missing, and no one can command him. We dare not go in, and the limb-grabbing nobles inside don't come out either. It’s stuck here forever.”

The soldier vaccinates Millicent:

"This can only be solved by you. After you go in, we will close the door. We don't want to harm you. We really dare not let that guy out. If you can't break it, there is a small door in the room, you can escape from there .”

Millicent nodded:
"Okay, sorry to trouble you."

The door opened, and Millicent stepped in.

As soon as she entered, Millicent frowned.

In the kitchen, there were many limbs collected by Gregor hanging from the original ceiling.Some of these limbs were fused together in twos and threes, and were hung from the ceiling in a distorted posture.

At this time, it has been a long time since Greg disappeared, and these limbs have rotted away.

A lot of rotten meat, like overripe persimmons, peeled off from the limbs and fell to the ground. The ground was covered with a layer of yellow-brown grease, emitting a foul smell.

The familiar rotten smell made Millicent subconsciously disgusted.

And in this filthy, dark room, a large spider hovered in it.

The fibers of the flesh were twisted together, and countless corpses were gathered into the trunk of the spider's body, and each hand and foot was composed of several limbs.

On the spider's head was a handsome boy with only a head and an arm left.

But the originally handsome boy was also covered with filth at this time, and he was locked in the kitchen for a long time, and he could only eat these carrion to replenish his strength.

The young man grabbed the rotten meat on the ground and stuffed it into his mouth. His short hair was stuck with yellow-brown grease and dark-brown blood, making it a mess.

"Is this... limb grafting..." Millicent witnessed the limb grafting scene for the first time, and understood why this ritual would be considered a sacrilege.

Hearing Millicent's murmur, the big spider suddenly raised its legs, raised its face, and stared at Millicent.

The prolonged hunger made Millicent look extremely delicious at this time.

The limbs were so deformed that a few feet could not be seen, and the three hands held a large shield in one hand and a long sword in the other, and rushed towards Millicent.

Millicent threw out the flames, first fired a fireball at the graft nobleman from a distance, and then circled around the kitchen column, relying on her small size to avoid the graft nobleman's attack.

While dodging, she observed the attacking action of the graft noble and the wound after touching the fireball.

The limb-attached body is different from ordinary people, and Millicent cannot rely on past experience to judge.In which direction the limb-connecting arm can exert force, and where the body can be twisted, all these need to be observed.

Fortunately, the Limb Noble has no resistance to flames, and her flames can deal damage as usual.

The limb-receiving nobleman exerted strength in his lower limbs, and rushed towards Millicent, but she rolled and dodged, and took advantage of the opportunity to set fire to the cloak on the limb-receiving nobleman.

The flames continued to burn his body, and the sting made the grafted noble back in fear.

The boy who had been acting like a beast suddenly regained his sanity in his eyes, and fear and pain filled his face.

The boy covered his face with his only hand and let out a heart-piercing howl.

The twisted and huge life force was released along with howling, and the huge sound waves threw Millicent away.

Millicent got up from the ground, stained with the filth of the ground.

Seeing the crying boy, she felt a little pitiful for him.

If she also becomes like this, she would rather die.

After howling, the boy did not pursue Millicent any more, but stood up.

The slender legs supported the huge and bloated body, trembling slightly.

But the boy didn't climb down again, but stood up like a human, with the two swords in his hands lying across his face, showing the sword skills he used as a human being.

The sword disappeared, and a gust of stabbing blows exploded in the space in front of Millicent, so fast that the crackling sound of the air did not catch up.

Millicent slid back along the grease on the ground, dodged the fierce thrust, and circled behind the pillar.

"Being able to make that kind of thrust, the physical strength is probably not inferior to mine..." Millicent thought.

She noticed that the wound on the boy's scorched back continuously leaked yellow pus. The pus snuffed out the flames and gave off a burnt smell.

The constant pain seemed to be maintaining the boy's sanity as a human being. The boy twisted his waist, as if showing the wound on his back.

Twisting his waist and turning around, the twisted body rotated, driving the upper body of the limb-attached nobleman to rotate, and the two swords swung into a windmill, cutting towards Millicent.

Such a wide range of moves was not suitable for use in a narrow kitchen, but the sharp blade cut through the walls and pillars, destroying everything utterly.

Millicent did not retreat, but stepped forward to face the blade.

She lay on her back on the ground and slid close to the ground.

The tip of the sword rubbed against the tip of her nose, passing a few centimeters away from her chest.

The limb-attached noble has a tall body, and if he wants to rotate the blade, he needs to tilt it.

Standing behind him at this time, he would not be cut by that terrifying sword and windmill.

These moves are fierce and fierce, and they are the sword skills used by the limb-grabbing nobles to insist on their status as human beings.

But for Millicent, because it is more like a human's move, it is easier to judge the weakness.

Millicent stepped on the twisted back of the limb-grabbing nobleman, stepped on the boy's neck, and pressed his palm to the back of the boy's head.

"Rest in peace, I hope you can return to the embrace of the golden tree." Millicent's hands surged with flames.

The flame did not burst in her palm, but was poured into the boy's head, and then exploded.

No matter how hard the skin was, it couldn't bear this kind of torture. The huge body of the limb-grabbing noble fell to the ground, and the deformed and profane body finally recovered its tranquility.

Millicent adjusted her breathing, looked at the body of the limb-grabbing nobleman, and remained silent.

The elder said that it would be best for her to capture the grafted nobleman alive.

Seeing the pained look on the boy's face, she still decided to kill the grafted nobleman.

When she heard from the elder that it was possible for her to restore her severed arm by grafting, she was still somewhat looking forward to it.

But when she witnessed the results of the limb grafting ceremony, she didn't know whether to accept limbs that did not belong to her.

Millicent knocked on the door three times, and signaled the soldiers guarding the door to open the door with the predetermined signal.

Outside the gate, the heavy shackles were opened, and the gate opened a small crack. The soldier stretched out his head and peeked into the kitchen.

"It's over?" Xiaobing looked at the bloody Millicent in awe.

Millicent nodded:
"Please pack his body well, I want to take it away."

"No problem, thank you for helping us solve this problem." Xiaobing said.

"Anyway, Neferi has to deal with it when she comes, and I helped her deal with it." Millicent said.

"You belong to Nefeli too..." Xiaobing asked.

"Friends, I guess," said Millicent.

Millicent regards Nefeli as a friend, and considering that Nefeli can really enter Stoneville, she may need to ask Nefeli to help let Platinum Son enter Stonewell, and she doesn't mind selling favors.

The little soldier understood, opened the gate, and greeted others to enter with ropes and planks.

Millicent leaned aside, watching the soldiers bagging the body of the limb-grabbing nobleman, cursing and occasionally kicking them.

The ugly deformities of the limb-grabbing nobles are not much different from those in life. The only thing that changes the attitude of the soldiers is whether the limb-grabbing nobles will resist and whether they have power.

Even if something is deformed and ugly, when it is so strong that no one can resist it, the humiliation to him will disappear.

There is no ugliness, no profanity, only strength and power determine everything.

Gregor probably thought so too.

Millicent couldn't allow herself to think that.

Because she knew in her heart that her most powerful weapon was always corruption.

People living under the golden tree have no ability to resist corruption, and corruption will be the most terrifying weapon for them.

If heroes are judged only by their strengths, the corrupt relatives and corrupt are superior species and laws.

However, Millicent felt that this conclusion was not right no matter how she thought about it. She couldn't refute it for a while, but she just felt that it was not right.

"Maybe I should ask the teacher for advice." Millicent thought.

(End of this chapter)