The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 205 Aftertaste of Civilization

Rodel's soldier with the least injuries reported to the king's city, leaving the others still receiving nameless treatment.

Since the distance is not far, Wuming has the demeanor of a boss—he also called Tolixia, who had just been subordinated to him, and asked this well-known herbalist to help with the treatment.

The professional doctor really lived up to expectations—the nameless and Melina were soon let go and rested.

"Is our treatment not strong enough?" Wuming walked away disheartened, and was scolded by Tolixia, he was a little confused.

"These prayers are meant to stimulate life force, not purely healing techniques," Melina said.

"Is there any difference?" Nameless asked.

"Of course." It was Ami who answered the nameless, her expression was a little scary, "It just stimulates the vitality, and lacks the correct treatment method, but it will give birth to terrible monsters."

Tolisha, who hadn't left yet, trembled when she heard Ami's words.

Wuming heard Ami's words and observed the wounded he healed.

It was found that although the wounds on some wounded had healed, the healing was not quite right.

The places that should be bones have turned into muscles, the places that should have been joints have become one piece, and the places of flesh and blood have grown bone.

Wuming looked at those slightly deformed bodies, thoughtful.

"They won't hate us, right?" Wuming said, "These people are a bit too extreme."

"That's what the people of gold look like," Melina said.

Wuming said to Melina: "Do you want to secretly follow Rodel's soldiers to the Royal City? I'm a little afraid that they will bring troops over."

"You don't have to worry about this." Melina said, "Although the people of gold are extreme and stubborn, they are also very proud and value honor. Since I have promised you, I will not go back on my word."

"That's the best." Wuming felt relieved.

He looked at the wounded: "They live such a good and happy life, why are they so extreme? I thought it was only our side."

"You don't understand." Melina said, "every family has its own difficult scriptures."

"So, you understand well?"

"Just kidding, I grew up at the foot of the golden tree," Melina said.

"Explain?" Wuming humbly asked for advice.

Melina was silent, and after a while, she choked out a sentence:
"You can see for yourself."

"Like hiding?" Wuming was dissatisfied.

"Some things you can't understand until you see them with your own eyes," Melina said. "It's useless to talk about it."

Her eyes fell on Tuofu again:

"I wanted him to take a good look at the junction, but he didn't seem to be able to see it."

"How to say?" Wuming asked.

Melina pursed her lips: "If he can understand, he won't stop me. This world needs a king. If he needs to burn himself to make the world continue, he can only do so. If he can see more about the world Suffering, you will understand that a person's sacrifice is worth it..."

"Isn't this world beautiful?" Wuming said.

"Where is the beauty?" Melina said, "Didn't you see that Stonewell is dying because of the limb grafting."

"There is no limb grafting now." Wuming said, "Grek is using the limb grafting technique to become a doctor."

"Red Lion City is deeply affected by corruption," Melina added.

"But Lataen has recovered, and Red Lion City has also found a more suitable treatment method for corruption. The days will be sweeter and sweeter."

"What about the Lake District?" Melina said. "The ghosts everywhere—"

"It is currently being hunted on a large scale as the main source of limbs for the Son of Platinum, and it is almost becoming an endangered species." Wuming said, "Maybe it's time to protect it..."

Melina covered her head: "There's no reason, it wasn't like this before, why has everything changed now, what's going on... No wonder that guy can't feel the pain of the people."

"Yeah, what's going on." Wuming drew out his weapon and sharpened his long sword, "But isn't this a good thing, Ann."

"To put it lightly." Melina said, "The Asian Altar is not comparable to those in the border areas. The problems here are even more serious."

Melina glanced at Wuming unkindly, then put on the hood, wrapped herself in the cloak, and dissipated in the wind.

Melina left, and the people present and the wounded were not very good at it.

Fading is a faded person, Wuming is a businessman, and Ami just beat them up, only Tolisha is in harmony with the soldiers.

"It seems that we have nothing to do here." Wuming judged, "It's time to go on the road, people don't want to see us anyway."

Wuming led Ami to continue north, towards the direction of the royal city, and searched for the person wearing the sun badge along the position pointed by Tuo Lixia.

"Why are Rodel's soldiers so extreme?" On the way, Wuming asked Amei, "You are from Yatan, do you know that?"

"Why do you care so much about Rodel's soldiers?" Amei wondered, "I care because I understand how they felt when they were hit by a meteorite, and you were also hit by a meteorite?"

Wuming said: "They committed suicide lightly, there was nothing tragic, no extreme emotional expression, just committed suicide so easily... This situation is very difficult, if I can't even understand their thoughts, then the caravan will struggle. "

Wuming didn't want to admit Melina's words, but he himself realized that there was indeed something different in Yatan.The difficulties here are not as straightforward as those in the Lake District and Nimgfor.

As long as he has enough strength in those places, he can always swing a way for the caravan.But the problems encountered by the Asian Forum are more subtle and in-depth, unlike simple power that can solve them.

Nameless said: "It seems to be a custom, a cultural conflict?"

"Because they are Rodel people." Ami said.

"Can you explain in more detail?"

Ami thought for a while: "I don't know what they think, this is just my speculation - because they are the overlords."

"What overlord?"

"The Overlord of the Borderlands."

Wuming said: "I thought the word overlord could only be used to describe a king."

"It can also be used to describe race." Amei said, "Individuals like to take the achievements of the group as their own. As long as the group is great and magnificent, they will naturally be honored. This is the sense of collective honor, which will unite the group into one. A powerful group of forces."

"What does this have to do with their extremes?" Wuming asked.

Ami lowered her eyes:

"But after all, individuals cannot be as magnificent as the entire population. They will have a wrong perception, thinking that they can control that kind of power-evolve into extreme arrogance and xenophobia."

"A truly powerful person won't become like that." Wuming said.

"Then you don't understand what an overlord is." Amei squeezed a smile from the corner of her mouth, but pulled her hood to cover her eyes, "The race that can be the overlord in the borderland, their customs, concepts, and laws will be like round Like a ring—a perfect circle."

"Our caravan's logo is also a ring." Wuming said, "It's a bit broken ring."

Ami said: "In short, the laws of the overlords will be perfect, like a perfect circle, which can solve all the problems in the border area. But when the circle is completed, it will be closed naturally, and all unsuitable groups will be expelled. Be hostile to all existences that may damage the ring, and prove your rightness and superiority by destroying the opponent. Until...the great power outside the ring appears."

Amei's hand holding the hood trembled a little:

"You draw a perfect circle on the ground, which can prevent all reptiles and ants from crossing that circle, but can you block the attack from the sky? No matter how perfect the circle drawn on the ground is, without leaving any holes, it can't stop the attack on the ground. When that power manifests, the self-proclaimed 'overlords' will realize that they are no different from reptiles, and the culture, customs, and laws they are proud of...are not worth mentioning, but some will be swept away It is nothing more than dusty waste, worthless until it slowly rots and is forgotten by the world."

The two of them happened to pass by a ruined battlefield. The ground was covered with fragments of broken weapons, and the remaining armor was full of dilapidated and desolate atmosphere.

Wuming glanced at Ami and said:
"That would be too wasteful."

"Waste?" Amei raised her head, tears still in her puzzled eyes.

"A splendid civilization has developed for so many years, consumed so much money, and supported so many people." Wuming said, "It has cultivated laws, customs, civilization and so on. It would be too wasteful to destroy or discard it directly." Just like the knowledge that Tolisha wants to bury with herself and the hybrids, it would be too wasteful to lose the inheritance of the knowledge that has spent so much time and effort on research.”

Wuming said: "Even if a splendid civilization dies, what is left behind will not be rubbish. A great race must be long and full of vitality. Sow the seeds of revival, and one day it will come back."

Wuming patted the armor on his body, a burst of silver ripples rippled on the armor:
"See, this is the aftertaste of civilization. One day, they will wait for their king."

The ripples were calm, and the nameless armor became as smooth as a mirror, reflecting Ami's figure and those golden eyes.

Wuming stared at Amei suddenly: "I really hate that kind of remarks that mock ancient civilizations. If you think so, I will hate you."

Amei glanced over her head, blushing a little: "I'm so annoying, I want you to take care of it."

With this glance, he happened to see a black fireball that was getting bigger and bigger.

Amei kicked Wuming's armor, kicked him a few meters away, and slid along the dirt for several meters.

She was about to get out of the way when a black fireball exploded in mid-air, and the black flames scattered and landed on Amei's body, causing a scream.

"What's wrong?" Wuming pulled out his head from the mud, and looked in Amei's direction blankly.

Behind the two of them, a figure slowly approached.

A person who looks to be [-] tall and weighs [-] is slowly approaching.

This is a fat boy, a tall fat boy, no less tall than the Son of Omen, but even fatter.

The fat man's clothing is very strange, it seems to be composed of layers of white soft and smooth cloth of unknown material, spread out several layers, forming a shape of several layers of fat belly.

The same material is also used to make a wide hood, and a cloud-colored gemstone is decorated in the center of the hood.

If you look closely, you will see that the cloth of unknown material is covered with human faces. Surrounded by human faces, a pattern that looks like flames and coiled layers of snakes is faintly visible.

Under the hood, there is a square and strong face with fiery golden pupils, which is not considered obese.

From the bare arms, it can be seen that the man is not puffy, but extremely strong. The arm wrapped by the black bracelet is about as thick as Ami's body.

Behind the man, you can still see a snake tail.

"What is this?" Wuming saw such a strange life for the first time, and he stared at the man in front of him with wide eyes.

"It's the godskin, or the nobles in the godskin, the oldest apostle of the godskin, and their clothes are all made of skin." Amei got up from the ground, a little embarrassed, with several burns on her legs, " careful."

"Is it very powerful?" Wuming asked.

"It's very dangerous." Amei stared cautiously at the aristocrat, staggering and slowly backing away, "Queen Xiao Seyan's subordinates."

"Who is that?" Wuming asked.

"You don't even know Queen Xiaoyan?" Ami was surprised, "Holding the death rune in her hand, the god-man who competed with Queen Malika back then, if she succeeds, this royal city is not the Golden Dynasty, but the Black Flame Dynasty .”

"That's so powerful..." Wuming showed the expression of amazement when he heard the ancient legend, and nodded repeatedly, "But since they are all called Queens, isn't it inappropriate to call them Zhengxiong? Call them Zhengniens?"

Amei finally couldn't bear it anymore, and looked back at Wuming:
"Have you figured out the situation? We were targeted by the godskin nobles. These guys were hunters—"

Wuming rushed to Amei, hugged her and dodged aside, the black fireball hit the place where Amei had just stood, and the grass was completely dead.

"You really have a big heart. You dare to turn around when you face an enemy with long-range attacks." Wuming said.

"Blame me?" Ami glared at Wuming in her arms.

Wuming put Ami down and greeted the nobleman:

"Brother, did you admit to the wrong person? I don't even know you. We have no grudges in the past, and we have no grudges in the present. Why are you attacking us?"

Wuming seemed to think of something, and looked at Amei:

"You know him. Could it be that he is Bloodfinger? He also came to hunt you down?"

"I don't know any magic skin either." Amei shook her head.

The god-skin nobleman chuckled lightly:

"I'm not Bloodfinger."

"It's not Bloodfinger, so there's no need to attack us." Wuming said, "Bloodfinger only attacks faders, right?"

The god-skin nobleman looked at Wuming with a smile.

"Right?" Wuming confirmed again.

The god-skin nobleman took out a small object from the folds of his stomach and threw it to Wuming.

Wuming took a look and found that it was a severed finger, skinny and slender, covered with snake patterns.There is also a ring at the broken part of the finger, which is full of blood stains, and the details of the ring cannot be seen clearly.

"Law Judgment." Amei recognized it immediately, "The man from the Huoshan mansion."

"Volcano." Wuming understood now, and pulled out his sword and shield, "It's been so long, it's time to send other law judges."

"I'm not a law judge." The nobleman said, "But I'm here to get rid of you."

The aristocrat pulled out another stabbing sword from the folds of his stomach, and swung it gracefully, like a superb swordsman:
"Please die obediently."

"Hey... just help the bald head to prevent disaster." Wuming raised Jiandun, "I still want to ask, can we reconcile? We don't want to make enemies with the Huoshan mansion."

The aristocrat of Shenpi laughed, raised his sword and stabbed, his huge figure showed amazing speed, and the tip of the sword appeared in front of Wuming in an instant.

Wuming's reaction was also extremely fast. He had already raised the shield to block, and he deflected the shield slightly, letting the rapier slide to the side while unloading the force, creating an attack opportunity.

But what Wuming didn't expect was that the impact was not as violent as imagined. The rapier pierced through the shield, broke through Wuming's defense, and pierced into his eye socket.

The nameless shield and helmet got stuck on the rapier and became a scabbard, so fast that Ami didn't even have time to turn around.

Seeing Wuming's head being pierced, Amei's pupils shrank instantly, and she rushed towards the nobleman.

"As long as we force him to retreat, we can use farewell tears." Ah Mei thought.

But the nobleman of Shenpi didn't make her wish, he puffed out his stomach slightly.

The wrinkled skin on the body rapidly swelled and turned into an air bag. The shock wave sent Ami flying, as well as the shield and Wuming Pai that were stuck on the sword.

After knocking the two of them into the air, the aristocrat of Shenpi casually threw another black fireball in the direction of Amei.

"Next is... Patch, Tragos..." the god-skin nobleman muttered to himself, looking into the distance.

A shield flew out, caught the fireball attacking Amei, and brought the ominous black flame far away.

The nobleman of Shenpi suddenly turned his head and saw Wuming getting up.

"It's not dead." The god-skin nobleman smiled.

"It's a mere mortal injury. It's not that easy to kill me." Wuming said, "Compared to this, what was your move just now?"

Wuming didn't put on a fighting stance, put his long sword aside, and looked curiously at the skin of the god-skin nobleman:
"I'm familiar with the trick you just did. Where did you learn it? It's the trick that makes your belly grow bigger. Maybe we are a family. It won't be good if the water washes over the Dragon King Temple."

The god-skin nobleman smiled: "Once upon a time, this represented the wrath of the gods."

"Yes, yes, yes." Wuming's eyes lit up, "There are gods in my hometown, and this is their move. Maybe we are really fellow villagers, and you also believe in God, buddy? Maybe our beliefs are very close, and we are all in the same family." -"

"Don't be stupid!" Amei fell to the ground and shouted at Wuming, "How do you think the name of the god skin came from? The skin they sew clothes is the god skin, and they hunt the gods!"

Hearing Ami's words, the aristocrat of Shenpi laughed happily, as if he heard some praise:
"That's right, that's exactly our glory, our achievements—" the nobleman's tone was slightly low, "Although it's all been ruined by Malika—"

"Hunting gods?" Wuming stared at the faces of the god-skin nobles and was stunned.

"It's just a group of gods that should be swept into the dustbin of history." The nobleman said, "They were very angry when they were hunted down, but when they were skinned, there were only screams and wailing. They killed a lot , I've learned it myself—funny."

The aristocrat of Shenpi stretched his stomach a few more times as he spoke, stretched his face, swelled and leaked like a balloon, made a farting sound, and then laughed loudly:

"See clearly, this face distorted by fear? In the face of death, the gods will beg for mercy!"

The nobleman of the godskin swayed the tail of the snake, and pointed the stabbing sword at Wuming:

"The next is the era of humans. Gods should be swept into the garbage dump and left to rot slowly. Their spells are really not worth mentioning."

Once again, the god-skin nobleman disappeared in place, using that quick thrust.

But this time the stabbing sword stopped in front of Wuming.

The nameless shield has already been released, and the long sword is not used to block it. The sharp and thin thorn sword is surrounded by golden thunderbolts that are constantly flickering. The thorn sword seems to be captured by an invisible force, making it difficult to get close to the nameless.

"Wangcheng's ancient dragon belief?" The aristocrat of the god skin looked puzzled, "But how can there be such a strong thunder..."

Lightning flashed across Wuming's eyes, illuminating his gloomy eyes:

"As for me, I really hate those who look down on a civilization when it sees its decline, as if the other side's hard work for so many years is not worth mentioning. After all, I am also a remnant of the old era..."

The nameless palm proactively stretched forward, allowing the rapier to pierce into his palm, jamming the blade, and then bent directly:

"And what I idolize is God, and what I imitate is also God. I grew up under the order established by God, and witnessed their glory and decline. Even if I am the one who buried them personally, even if my essence is born with those gods. I won’t deal with it, but I still admire the civilization and brilliance they created.”

Wuming stretched out his finger, pointing at the god-skin nobleman:

"You're such a shameless person who ridicules you when you win a battle, and you deserve to be a nobleman with such a virtue?"

The godskin nobleman began to wrestle since the stabbing was stopped, but no matter whether he was bound by the golden lightning or stuck on the sword by Wuming, he continued to exert force until the godskin all over his body was shaking, and he couldn't pull out the sword.

It seems that he is the warrior who is not recognized by the holy sword, and he can't pull out the sword in the stone that belongs to him.

After the stabbing sword was bent, Shenpi finally gave up the stabbing sword, let go of his hand and retreated angrily, and flung out a black fireball with his other hand, burning Wuming who was close at hand.

But Heiyan was slapped away by Wuming's slap, and the raging heat wave also parted from Wuming's side obediently.

Wuming also held a fireball in his hand, and that fireball was as black as ink.

"Isn't it just the black flame? Who wouldn't know it?" Wuming said, but he didn't use the black flame to attack the god-skinned apostle, but shook his hand to disperse the fireball, "Since you look down on the gods, then I will use the gods to attack the godskin apostle." Come and experience your god-slaying black flame with the power of your own."

Hearing what Wuming said, the nobleman of Shenpi subconsciously stared at Wuming's stomach, wary of the shock wave.

But there was a sudden sharp pain under his feet, as if he had been pierced by something.

The god-skin nobleman quickly lowered his head—seeing layers upon layers of wrinkled stomachs.

The aristocrat of Shenpi was so frightened that he opened his stomach, and the skin on his body hit the ground. With the help of this force, he jumped high and kept away from Wuming.

But as soon as he landed, there was another sharp pain, and his other foot was also pierced.

But this time he saw clearly the means of Wuming's attack.

On the ground, countless barb-like curved swords phantom clustered, like some man-eating weeds flooded and spread, drilled out of the ground.

When the god-skin nobleman was even more terrified, these phantom swords were filled with a strong breath of death, reminding him of the God-killing Black Flame.

Even if he couldn't see it, he still felt that the flesh under his feet had rotted away, exposing white bones.

Wuming laughed loudly, and waved a blazing fireball with both hands, bombarding the immobile nobleman like a cannonball.

Before the fireball got close, the surrounding turf was already brown and dry.

The skin folds on Shenpi's body turned outward to block the fireball.The lipid-rich skin insulates the heat, but also begins to burn violently.

The god-skin nobleman propped up his belly again, used the shock wave to disperse the flames, and then rolled directly on the ground with his stretched belly.

The flames were then extinguished, and it was difficult for the blades on the ground to touch Shenpi's body. The nobleman of Shenpi resisted Wuming's attack like this, turning into a huge wheel and rolling towards Wuming.

Wuming used the fireball to attack again, but was also scattered by the continuous shock wave, making it difficult to hit.

Wuming slightly staggered his body, and at the same time the fire whip lashed out, causing the god-skin nobleman to lean aside like a spinning top.

But the aristocrat of Shenpi stopped shortly after approaching Wuming, and flicked his hand to the ground, the black flame pillar burned around his body, putting Wuming in the sea of ​​flames.

Black Flame is the power used by the god-skin nobles to hunt gods. Even though the death rune has been sealed and Black Flame no longer has the power to kill gods, there are still residues of death left, killing a faded person who is not a god, Easy in theory.

Also only in theory.The aristocrat of Shenpi thought of Wuming's series of weird moves before, but he didn't dare to take it too seriously, so he made up two more black flames.

Wuming didn't dodge this time, covered by flames from all directions, his armor began to melt, and his body also emitted a scorched smell.

"It's done." The nobleman was overjoyed.

But then the holy light flashed, and the healing golden light filled Wuming's body.

Wuming was so heroically burned by the flames, and at the same time healed at a high speed, laughing and resisting the black flames, he rushed straight to the face of the god-skin nobleman, scaring the god-skin nobleman to prop up his belly again.

But Wuming didn't attack the god-skin nobleman head-on. Instead, he went around behind him and grabbed his long snake tail, which was not protected by the shock wave.

"I really miss it." Wuming stroked the slippery tail, and the flame exploded in his hand, breaking the tail of Shenpi abruptly.

Shenpi screamed in pain, turned into a wheel again, this time he didn't try to attack Wuming again, but just rolled away.

"It's not right, it's too evil." The aristocrat of Shenpi was sweating on his forehead in pain, and the world was spinning, but he still couldn't hide the fear in his heart.

But before rolling far, an impact was transmitted to his body, the thick skin didn't seem to provide much defense, it was transmitted directly into his body, paralyzing his body.

Wuming stood on the spot where the black flame was fading, holding it in his hand, and the bright golden thunder turned into a spear, piercing the sky.

"Don't rush to run." Wuming stretched his right hand horizontally, "After learning the gravity magic from Lataen, I also researched a new trick, come and try."

Starting from Wuming's right hand, golden lightning flashed in an instant, forming a huge towering cylinder with a thickness of more than ten meters.

The lightning column lasted for a moment before disappearing, and then fine pieces of thunder flashed within the column.

On the ruins of the abandoned battlefield, countless fragments of weapons and armor surged, and iron filings flew, gathering at Wuming's hand, converging in that columnar space, forming an increasingly clear and constantly flying metal tornado.

Wuming moved his fingers slightly, and the column gradually turned horizontally, like a giant cannon, aiming at the paralyzed nobleman.

With a sudden sound, a huge amount of metal debris disappeared in place.The metal was heated by the friction of the air for an extreme time, and for a moment it seemed to be ejected like a blazing jet, accompanied by golden thunder.It rushed towards the god-skin nobleman at a speed that was hard to see with the naked eye, leaving deep ravines along the way.

The seven human faces on the skinned nobleman disappeared, along with the entire body of the divinely skinned nobleman.

Limbs and heads fell to the ground and rolled into the scorching ravines along the way.

The golden thunder and the red beam of light disappeared into the distance, and the light was deeply imprinted in Amei's eyes, and it did not dissipate for a long time.

(End of this chapter)