The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 208 The Invincible Blessing

Wuming hummed, rubbed the big sword on his spine, dodged the attack of the dung-eater, lightly lifted the long sword, cut off the dung-eater's calf muscles, and made him roll and fall into the distance.

The sky was bright again, and Wuming didn't know how long he had spent here with the dung eaters, and he didn't bother to count the time.

Fighting, sleeping and forgetting to fight, it will forget the time.

This is already the second death of Coprophagia No.20.

Wuming did not choose to crush the dung-eater with a single blow with extreme strength, but restrained the flames on his body, and used a sword and a shield in a simple way, occasionally punching and kicking, to fight with the dung-eater.Each battle lasted for a long time before the dung eaters were killed.

On the unnamed shoulder armor sits a strange creature with two eyes and a mouth, sewn on an egg-shaped object, which is a fake teardrop.

Like a teardrop said:
"I don't understand, why not kill him quickly? His blessings and resurrection times should be limited, shouldn't quick kills consume him?"

"Limited?" Wuming said, "It should be finite, so how many times? A hundred times? A thousand times? Or a million times?"

Wuming said: "I don't know, so fight in the most economical way."

"But in this way of fighting, you will consume more power in general, right?" Imitation Tears said, "Concentrate your power on one point and kill him directly, it should consume less energy than fighting with him for half a day .”

"Maybe that's the case, but have you calculated the mental cost?" Wuming said.

"Spirit?" Resembling a teardrop, she stretched out a hand from the egg and scratched at the top of the eggshell.

"You can also talk about willpower and the motivation to persevere." Wuming said.

"If you kill him with one blow, it should frustrate his spirit even more, and your spirit will be less depleted, right?" Imitation Teardrop said.

"For ordinary people, being instantly killed would be very frustrating." Wuming said, "But this person is obviously not an ordinary person. Killing him too quickly will only make it difficult for him to realize what happened. He is too slow, and he may It's too sensitive..."

Wuming dodged and stretched his legs, tripped the dung-eater who rushed up, and continued: "And my spirit is not maintained by killing the enemy in seconds. Do you know how to make people want to stop and fight continuously?"

"Constant victories?" the avatar teardrop replied.

"No, it's a battle with intensity, but it won't be particularly strong." Wuming said, "with a little hope, and it won't let you pick the fruit of victory easily. This way it won't be too boring, and it won't be too difficult to make you cry." People are born in despair. Under the appropriate difficulty, people will concentrate on the goal in front of them, exert their maximum energy, and fight for a longer time."

Nameless concluded: "If you want to maintain your spirit, you must be relaxed and not too relaxed. Not only will I consume more power to kill him in seconds, but it will be boring to wait for him to revive—that will increase my mental exhaustion."

Thinking about the nameless words like teardrops: "It turned out to be like this... But you are still very relaxed now, won't you be bored?"

"So I'm chatting with you." Wuming said, facing the dung-eater, and punched him in the stomach. After the dung-eater vomited out the last bit of food, he broke his neck .

"How many times?" Wuming asked like teardrops.

"23 times." The imitation body replied with teardrops, "When is the head..."

"What's the hurry, call 280 eight times first." Wuming kicked the dung-eater aside, waiting for him to be revived again.

While waiting for the dung-eater to be revived, Nameless said to the cloned teardrop:
"Fighting with him, it's covered in shit. You can help me cover it later and make a closed environment to cover the dirt and smell."

"No." Imitation teardrop said, "Why use my body to cover your shit, I'm like a little white rabbit whose ass was wiped by a bear."

"Being wiped by a bear, or being wiped by me, you choose one." Wuming took off his gauntlet, revealing a hand as skinny as a chicken that was constantly shedding ashes, and his body was covered with a layer of faint flames. "

Imitation Teardrops was silent for a moment, then suddenly my eyes widened with anger, bloody tears flowed, and I burst into tears.

In the distance, the dung-eater's neck returned to normal under the action of an invisible force, and he climbed up again.

But this time, he didn't charge towards Wuming again.

"Why did it stop?" Wuming said, "Stop fighting?"

After the coprophagist vomited out all the contents in his stomach, he seemed to have calmed down a bit. He took a deep look at Wuming:
"Why do you reject this curse and blessing? You obviously do not resist curses."

"If necessary, I do have to accept the temporary curse." Wuming said, "I don't see the need now, why should I accept it?"

"This is a blessing!" said the dung-eater.

"Fart your mother." Wuming took out a rune, "This is a blessing. When the amount of runes in the same volume of your curse exceeds that of my rare rune, then talk to me about blessings."

The dung-eater became excited: "That is just the filth left by the people of gold, but the blessing of the curse can grow. Hundreds of curses came into being, thousands of sons of the curse came to the world, and after that, countless Tens of thousands, the cursed offspring are multiplying endlessly... From it, a few more me-like existences are born—killing, defiled, and blessings endlessly."

The coprophagist's face was flushed with excitement, and his white eye was bloodshot.

Wuming shook his finger triumphantly after listening to the remarks that could scare the people of gold to tears:

"Grow? Do you think my runes won't grow?"

Hearing what Wuming said, the dung-eater was stunned:

"Your blessing also grows? What blessing?"

Wuming held the round eyeball-like rune, and looked at the dung-eater through the vitreous body of the eyeball full of blessings:
"I use one thousand runes to hire an immortal, let the immortal work for me, and create two thousand runes of goods for me. Then use two thousand runes to hire two immortals, and contribute four thousand runes of goods to me .”

Wuming stuffed Rune into his mouth, spread his arms, and shouted fanatically like a missionary:
"Hundreds of employees worked for me, contributed hundreds of thousands of runes, and after that, tens of thousands of golden people came into the world, and hundreds of millions of runes continued to enter my pocket! Endless growth , squeeze, and earn runes."

The nameless speech was deafening, and the shocked man was speechless for a moment, and after a long while, he slowly opened his mouth:
"So that's it, I understand, no wonder you refused that invincible blessing. Your path...is exactly the same as mine. You are me, and I am a dung eater."

Wuming was displeased: "I can't beat this shithole and want to die with me, right? I don't like your mouth - I like Luen, high energy, chicken flavor, and crunchy."

"That's right, you are a dung-eater, and you are willing to eat the relics of the people of gold. You are willing to eat food that disgusts me. It's great, I understand!" The dung-eater became more and more crazy.

"What happened to him?" Wuming tilted his head and asked like teardrops.

"You must have shit in your brain." I guessed with tears in my body.

"It's so pitiful." Wuming pitied, "So pitiful, I can't bear to kill him anymore."

Nameless said, ready to turn around and leave.

Just turning around, Wuming remembered something, tapped his toes, and turned back smoothly:
"I want to ask you something." Nameless said, "Have you seen anyone wearing a sun badge around here? Wearing full body armor."

"You seek the sun too?" said the Coprophagus.

"I am a believer in the sun." Wuming said.

"You are indeed a dung-eater!" The dung-eater pointed at Wuming excitedly, "Just like me, you are also looking for the existence that looks like a dharma ring!"

"Clam?" He looked at the dung-eater inexplicably.

As if to prove something, the dung eater ran to the dung pile again.

He reached into the golden goo and pulled out a necklace.

The necklace is made of rusty and rough iron chains, which are very old.

The pendant on the necklace is round and pie-shaped, with a zigzag shape on the edge of which the sun shines, and a face in the middle.

It looks like a huge sun emblem.

The dung-eater tried harder, and pulled the badge out, revealing a heavy armor covered in filth and rust.

The surface of the heavy armor is inlaid with many severed horns that look like the body of the Son of Omen.

When Wuming saw the sun emblem, he was already stunned, and when he saw the armor again, he was as if struck by lightning and remained motionless.

He has a little impression of this armor.

It was the appearance he extracted from his memory when he recruited the current cook, the rascal, in the Lake District.

That terrifying existence that was kept secret by gangsters.

The dung-eater put the armor on his body, dressed neatly, and buckled the spherical helmet with ominous broken horns.

Wuming took a few steps back, shaking his head as if he couldn't accept the reality: "No, no... What do you think of the Son of Ominous Omen?"

"I am the Son of Omen," replied the Coprophagus. "Look! This is what I really look like!" He roared excitedly, "Now you recognize me? Now you understand— You are me—”

The thick thunder directly pierced the dung-eater's stomach, melting half of his body, including the sun emblem covering his chest. It was so powerful that it far surpassed any moves Wuming had used in fighting him in the past few days. Even stronger than the power when killing the god skin.

Wuming, who just said he couldn't bear to kill him, unleashed unprecedented power and killed the dung-eater expressionlessly:
"What grade is the same as the one I use."

"Why are you using your strength again now?" Imitation teardrops looked sideways.

Wuming's eyes were fierce: "Do you really think I can't deal with something that can be resurrected infinitely? If he gets up again, I'll take him back, build a water truck, and build a barbecue stall."

But this time the excitable dung-eater seemed to show no signs of being resurrected, and the golden blessings on his body were dissipating instead of agglomerating.

He fell to the ground, crawled slowly towards the nameless, laughed maniacally, coughed blood overflowing from his mouth, and spoke inarticulately:
"Come on, come to Wangcheng to find me... Let me defile you, or be defiled by you, let us pass on the blessing..."

The body of the dung eater began to disappear, not dissipating or decomposing, but gradually becoming transparent, and then disappeared in place.

Wuming looked at this scene, a little familiar.

In the Evil Fire Village before, the Epileptic Knight disappeared in the same way.

It was as if it existed in the cracks of time and was pulled back to its own time and space.

Wuming thought for a while, then shook his head:

"Forget it, it's been too long. It's a waste of time, it's annoying."

It's not that Wuming is most annoyed by the trip in vain, but that the person he wants to see has not been seen.

"Go back." Nameless said.

"I got nothing." Imitation said with tears.

"It's not nothing." Wuming said, "At least I met that dung-eater."

"Does that person count as a harvest?" Imitation said with tears.

Wuming touched his chin: "He seems to know music quite well. I've always wanted to form a song and dance troupe. Maybe I can ask him to be the lead singer... We'll discuss this matter later, it's time to go back."

Wuming rolled a few times in the soil, rubbed off the filth on his body, lit a fire on his body, burned the soil and filth into residue, and left shaking his body.

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In the temporary camp where the coffins were abandoned, Amei sat on a coffin, with one foot on the coffin and the other dangling in the air, listening to Melina's lecture boredly.

Amei yawned and rubbed the tears from the corners of her eyes.

A stone hit her on the forehead, knocking her down on the coffin board.

"Listen carefully!" Melina taught Amei.

"But it's so boring." Ami said, "You're talking about the code of conduct and ethics for witches. When will you teach me how to transform runes?"

"If you don't learn this, I will never teach you." Melina glared at Ami, "This is a dangerous technology, to give power to others, you need to adhere to strict norms, otherwise it will cause the abuse of power - this is what my mother told mine."

"Okay, okay..." Amei responded helplessly to Melina, muttering in a low voice, "My dear girl..."

Verbally promised, naturally she will not study with humility, A Mei tilted her head, tilted her body, pulled to the side of the coffin cart and looked down:
"What are you doing here?"

The coffin cart looked down, a silver round target.

It was Yura's iron hat.

Yura leaned under the hearse, looking around vigilantly.

Hearing Ami's question, Yura didn't look up, and continued to look around, and replied at the same time:

"I'm protecting you."

Amei grinned and sneered: "That's really nice, you are waiting for your mistress."

"It's one thing, you're being targeted by her, it's a very dangerous thing." Yura replied, "Also, it's not a concubine. She's just my former companion."

"Liar." Amei lay on the coffin, propping her chin with both hands, her slender and healthy calves curled up, intertwined and stacked on her thighs, "Companion, are you so caring? Do you like him?"

"Come to the class quickly!" Melina said angrily below.

"You should come and listen." Amei closed her eyes and raised her voice, "Maybe you should also come and learn how men think."

Melina was taken aback for a moment, and after a moment of silence, she actually stepped forward.

Yula was also stopped by Amei, hesitated for a long time, and then said:
"I just care about her."

"Is she beautiful?" Ami began to gossip, "What does she look like? Let me ask you guys what type you like."

"It's all right," Yura said, "but she never speaks, she's so silent, no one knows what's going on in her mind."

"You are companions, but you never talk." Amei concluded, "Do men like women who don't talk to them all the time?"

"When we get along day and night, we will always care about each other." Yula said, "It's a habit, a natural trend. And she doesn't speak, which makes people care even more. What kind of thoughts are rushing under her silent face? Move, no one knows."

Melina was thoughtful: "Get along day and night, but don't talk... I understand."

Yura said: "In the past, I thought that silence was also a good thing. When we were together, we never needed to find topics like we were looking for trouble, and we didn't need redundant words. Language seemed unimportant among us, and that didn't affect us. Our tacit understanding. Even if she never speaks, I can feel her sense of pride and honor, and that beautiful will can be felt from her moves."

Yura's tone became low: "Unfortunately, this also made me ignore her silent thoughts. I didn't notice her change until she became Bloodfinger, and I didn't realize this matter——I don't know her well."

"Didn't you say you want to wake her up from being stupid?" Amei smiled, "I don't understand, but you want to wake her up? Does it seem like you're wishful thinking..."

Amei was smiling, but suddenly fell silent, she lowered her head, her six ponytails drooped down, covering her face.

Yura was also silent: "Maybe that's the case... But I can't see her being stained with cursed blood like this. Or at least... I want to ask her exactly what she is thinking."

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy. Ami originally chatted with Yula in order to escape the restless classroom. Now that it was so heavy, she rolled her eyes and changed the subject:
"Why hasn't that guy come here? Before, she harassed me very frequently. This time it seems that she hasn't appeared for a long time. Are you afraid?"

"Eleunora is a proud warrior," Yura said, "No matter what enemies she encounters, she will maintain a sense of honor and fight with all her might.

"People are not coming, and they are still fighting with all their strength." Amei disagreed, "I think it's bullying and fear of hard work, and I dare not come when I see too many people."

"No, she used to be a skilled hunter. Even if she encounters a group of dragons, she will find a way to complete the hunt." Yura said, "Maybe she is waiting for the opportunity-for a hunter, waiting patiently As part of the hunt, quietly waiting for the right time is the expression of her fighting with all her strength."

"You really will make excuses for her." Amei said.

Yura said: "Don't stay too far away, she must be looking for a time when you are alone."

"Don't worry, I won't run around until I learn the power of a witch." Ami sat up, "Okay, come to class."

Melina was about to give a lecture to Ami when suddenly a loud roar resounded through the sky.

Everyone in the caravan raised their heads in unison.

In mid-air, a flying dragon was rolling in mid-air, breathing out in a roar, and smashed towards the caravan.

In one of its eyes, a slender, blood-red double-ended knife is inserted.

Pure Purple Blood refers to Elunora holding a double-edged knife, hanging it on the flying dragon, and flying towards the merchant's camp.

Yula's pupils contracted suddenly, and he rushed to the camp and shouted:
"Dragon! A dragon is coming."

Yura looked at the flying dragon that fell like a meteorite, and looked at Eleonora ferociously.

He made a mistake, Eleonora was not waiting for Ami to order, but was looking for a way to attack the caravan directly.

　Fortunately, I didn't write too much yesterday, and I was gank under review. I am worthy of being a dung-eater, a ruthless man who rubs runes with his hands, and the concretization of the old thief's evil taste.He actually attacked me directly, it is not in vain for me to give him such a strong expressive force
　　
　
(End of this chapter)