The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 369 Huang’s Death
Menggert fell into a trance for a moment, and was almost hit in the head by a sword from the Coop Eater.

Menggot raised his cursed sword to resist the Dung Eater's Great Sword of Miroth, but because he exerted his force too late, he was pressed into a position where it was difficult to exert his force, and was forced to retreat step by step.

The coprophag suppressed Mengt's laughter:
"Big Rune? Can't there be a Big Rune without killing the demigod? How can a Big Rune be such an inconvenience?"

Menggot glared at the Coprophag's chest, suddenly withdrew his cursed sword, and allowed the Copropeater's Milos sword to strike down.

The sword slashed from shoulder to chest.

The Meros Sword has no blade and is made of sharp spikes. When it hit Mongot, he was stuck with his ominous muscles and bones.

Menggert drew out the cursed sword and stabbed it out suddenly, piercing the thick armor and the sun badge on the chest, skewering the dung-eater high in the sky.

The coprophag was hung on the tip of the sword, his limbs hanging limply, and bright red blood dripping along the sword.

"Huh... ahhhh... ahhh, hum, hum... ahhhhh..."

Being pierced by the cursed sword, the dung-eater howled in pain, as if enduring great pain, and kept suppressing the pain in his throat, turning into a roar,
"All of it! Be blessed by the curse!"

Along with the roar, everything in front of Menggert's eyes was covered in haze, and the resentful soul surged out of the coprophag's body again, faster and more twisted.

The surrounding light seemed to be like a cursed sword in his hand, distorting the vision.

Menggert subconsciously prepared to drop the cursed sword and throw the Coprophagous Man away, but then his shoulder hurt, and he saw that the Sword of Loss was still biting his shoulder.His push only caused the coprophag to let go of his sword, but did not completely push him away.

After this moment of delay, there was no way to avoid it. All he could do was watch a twisted and painful head of a resentful soul open its dim mouth and swallow it towards him.

The violent curses and resentful spirits magnified in his eyes. Looking at the taboo-filled rune on the coprophag's chest, Menggert suddenly lost any strength to resist.

Something in my heart that had been supporting me to persevere was broken.The fatigue of the past few days seemed to suddenly overwhelm him.

It might be good to end this way...

A sheet of pure white appeared in front of Menggert, blocking the taboo-filled haze.

Lance Sanks rushed to Menggert and smiled at him.

Four giant wings of faded pale rock unfolded from Lance Sanks' back, completely covering himself and Menggert.

The inside of the pale giant wings was flowing with gold, emitting a golden glow, illuminating the enclosed space and reflecting the beautiful face of Lance Sanks.

Mengt stared blankly at the gentle smiling face of Lance Sanks, but before he looked at it for half a second, Lance Sanks's smile disappeared, his body shook violently, he screamed, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood, which was sprinkled on the ground. Mengt's face.

Seemingly awakened by the spit of blood, Mengt came back to his senses and tried to heal Lance Sanks with prayers.

"Conserve your strength and don't worry about me. Just wait until this wave of attacks is over." Lance Sanks pulled out the big sword stuck on Mongote and healed Mongette.

She tried her best to maintain the balance of her body, but the golden light in the enclosed space around her continued to tremble, indicating that the attacks outside had not stopped yet.

Lance Sanks held it in for a while, but still couldn't hold it in anymore, and another mouthful of blood spurted out.

Mengt looked at Lance Sanks' increasingly pale face sadly:

"You... why did you save me?"

Lance Sanks almost swallowed a mouthful of blood and slapped Mengt:
"You bastard, I saved you, you should say thank you, not why you saved me."

Lance Sanks paused in pain again and took a breath:

"Is this the strength of the top faded person... I understand the truth, why is this resentful soul so big..."

"I don't deserve to be saved." Menggert said, "That human understands the Golden Law better than I do... Mother pulled him back..."

"Your mother was just the one who took away the blessing. No one knows who gave the faded one the blessing again. Maybe it wasn't her intention."

Lance Sanks comforted Mongot in this way, but it had no effect.

Lance Sanks silently endured the attack, staring at the lost Mongret.

Lance spoke:

"Why should I save you...because you saved my life, because you are my little brother..."

Lance suddenly leaned forward and hugged Menggert:
"Idiot, because this is my duty."

"Responsibility..." Menggert didn't understand what she was talking about.

"Since ancient times, the ancient dragon has been the king's iron wall." Lance Sanks said, "You are the king I consider."

"I'm not……"

"That's not what you have the final say." Lance Sanks smiled, "The king is determined by the beast. I am more professional than you in choosing the king."

Lance said softly:
"I have always seen what you do. Before I knew you, I had seen the management of the royal city. Protecting and helping those weak golden people, carrying a heavy mission, forgetting to sleep and eat... …You are the one who deserves the crown—my king.”

Lance smiled: "Of course, you still lack something. You should be more courageous. A king should be the one who leads the times. You need to be more capable of being a king."

Menggert felt the warmth and softness in his arms and looked straight ahead.

He could feel that the golden light on the inner walls of the wings was dissipating and fading.

A kind of uneasiness crept into Menggert's chest, bringing with it the pain of the wound on his chest:
"Why...why do you keep holding me?"

"Don't you see it?" Lance Sanks' voice became weaker and weaker.

He could indeed tell that Lance Sanks could no longer stand. He saw that the smooth back of Lance Sanks and the joints where the rock wings grew were already stained with red.

"Remove the defense, I have recovered." Menggert said.

Lance Sanks smiled bitterly:
"I'm afraid it won't work. I made a mistake. I don't know how many people this guy has killed and how many runes he has eaten. This resentful spirit... is too strong. We are wrapped up. Now it's embarrassing. The impact... It happens to be in a balanced state, like a rope that is stretched to the limit. If I move rashly, the defense will collapse instantly."

"But it won't work if it goes on like this."

"This can't go on like this..." Lance Sanks murmured.

She said: "Actually, there is another reason why I think you are the king."

She paused for a while and said:
"because I like you."

"……what?"

"Yes, it's that kind of love." Lance Sanks said, "Maybe it was the moment you rescued me from the feet of the Falling Star Beast... I always pester you and torment you, I'm sorry... I think I am Falling in love with you."

"I am a bad omen..."

"And I am Gu Long."

On Lance Sanks' shoulders, the flesh twisted, turning into tumors, feathers, scales, and a tail stretched out from under the wings on his waist.All the signs of living things, with or without bad omens, all appeared on her body.

Lance said: "You think I'm lying to you to comfort you? No, we are not that complicated, I just like you very much. That little thing about you doesn't matter to me at all, I just... like you very much. Like. I look at the way you work, and I like the smile you show when you see the happiness of your people. You... deserve to be loved."

Lance Sanks grabbed Mongote's shoulders, pushed himself up, looked at Mongette, and kissed away the yellow and dirty liquid flowing out of the swollen eyes.

"It's very embarrassing for a girl to say this." Lance Sanks said, "It's considered hospice care, but... it's my end of life."

She was more serious than ever:
"Listen carefully, I will get an opening for you later, you have to take advantage of it. Regain your strength and be careful of his resentful spirit."

Lance Sanks stretched out a hand, pinched Mengt's ugly nose, and said with a smile:
"Have you learned what I taught you?"

Lance Sanks gave Menggert a shove and straightened his body.

Her long golden hair was flying, and against the golden light and blood, she looked unprecedentedly heroic and holy.

The pair of wings on the waist were propped up, and the resentful soul that was submerged by the wings was propped open, creating a moment of space.

Such an action also instantly increased the power carried by the stone wings, and a pair of stone wings broke instantly.

Lance Sanks screamed and shouted:

"That's it now!" From the broken wings, Menggote rushed to high altitude, throwing away the waterfall of resentful souls.

From a high place, you can see resentful souls continuously pouring out of the body of the Coprophagous Man, forming a torrent that completely submerged Lance Sanks.

There were still two huge resentful souls that followed Menggert's trajectory into the sky, drew an arc, and blasted towards Menggert in mid-air.

The resentful soul in mid-air dissipated, revealing Menggert's dilapidated body.

His body was covered with devastating bright red thunder and lightning.Under the protection of dragon thunder, the resentful souls dissipated.

Although he blocked the resentful spirit, Menggert was still seriously injured by the resentful spirit.

But Menggert didn't realize it and didn't even look at the ferocious enemy of the coprophag. He just stared down below.

As he escaped, the torrent of resentful souls gradually dissipated, revealing a ravine more than ten meters wide and stretching for hundreds of meters.

Even if the ancient dragon appears, it will be completely buried by the ravine.

Lance Sanks disappeared, either buried in the ground or escaping.She just...disappeared.In the flying soil, scattered stone wing fragments and completely broken flesh and blood stretched to the distance, covering the distance of [-] meters with a layer of minced meat.

At the edge of the ravine, Menggert saw a half-broken cheek with a smile, as if still looking at him tenderly.

The dung-eater also observed the gully.

"Very good, she has completely turned into a corpse." said the Coprophagous Man. "Although you will still die, you have kept the purity of our evil omen."

The dung-eater looks up to the sky and shouts:
"What follows is a fight to the death between the omens!"

Mengt fell to the ground and stared at him:
"No, you're not a bad omen... I am."

"I am a coprophag, a bad omen, and I am a curse." The coprophag released the terrifying resentful soul again.

But this time the resentful spirit was stopped.

The ground began to surge, and a faint yellow curse spread across the land. The dirty waves surged, intercepting the resentful souls and causing dirty water splashes all over the ground.

A faint curse began to spread from Menggert's body, constantly eroding the surrounding land.Thick and filthy, it seems to be stronger than the filthy curse on the feces-eater.

On the twisted long sword, the colorful colors disappeared and were covered with the same layer of dim yellow.

The cursed blood that Menggert had sealed for a lifetime was completely released by him.

The ground was covered with curses, and the coprophags seemed to be in a sea of ​​curses. The resentful souls exploded in the waves, but Menggote's figure could not be seen clearly.

A flash of red floated past, and Menggert had already passed in front of him.

The cursed sword rubbed and burned in the air, the cursed blood turned into flames, and the sword pierced the feces-eater's belly.

The curse was about to burst out of his body again, but before it could come out, the flames ignited by the cursed blood blocked the wound and burned it.

Mongot swung his cursed sword and plowed furrows into the dung-eater's body.

As soon as the Copropeater landed, the curse on the ground rushed him into the air like a fountain.

The sky lit up.

Countless lightsabers made of gold appeared in the sky, aimed at the dung-eater, and the swords rained down, nailing into his heavy armor.

Mengt also condensed a lightsaber in his hand, and together with the cursed sword, he twisted it towards the dung-eater.

One sword, two swords, three swords...

Menggert had lost count of how many times he had struck with his sword, and the dung-eater's armor had been hacked to pieces, exposing the flesh and blood inside.

The lightsaber in his hand shattered, and Mengt formed a sledgehammer and smashed the feces-eater down hard.

The Coprophag tried to fight back. He dodged one of Menggot's slashes and prepared to release the resentful soul again, but the bright red cursed blood left by the slash exploded, breaking his roar.

He managed to dodge the cursed sword and turned behind the evil omen demon, but was pierced by the ghostly cursed sword again, and the cursed blood exploded in his body.

The surge of curses, the rain of lightsabers from the sky, the explosion of cursed blood, the slashes of cursed swords.

All of the Coprophag's moves were interrupted by Menggert. At this time, the Copropeater was like countless heroes, dominated by evil omens and ghosts.

The sky was covered with thick clouds, and golden lightning struck the coprophags together with Mengt.

When Mengt finally stopped attacking, the coprophag fell into the plasma. The disintegrated flesh and blood with him as the center occupied almost half of a person's body.

But even so, the blurry pool of flesh and blood was still squirming, struggling, trying to stand up, and uttering vague words:

"I am... a coprophag... I am a curse, I want to eat, I want to defile..."

Menggert stood in front of the coprophag, holding the golden sledgehammer high in his hand.

But after a moment, he let it go.

Coprophags are faders and favored by blessings.If he dies, he will rise again.

Yes, you cannot kill him, you must keep him alive and imprison him forever.

Swords rained down from the sky again, nailing the feces-eater's limbs firmly to the ground.

After doing all this, Menggert turned around, and the golden sledgehammer in his hand gradually disappeared.

After standing with his back for a while, he turned around again, condensed a small mallet in his hand, and hit the feces-eater's head hard.

The coprophag still didn't fall down, but twitched for a while, and then slowly stopped moving.

But from the sound of breathing, it can also be seen that the lush vitality still exists in his body.

After confirming that there was no movement from the coprophag, Mengt sat slumped in the cursed blood on the ground, his eyes blank.

He stood up and staggered towards the ravine, wanting to take another look.

Just as he turned around, before taking two steps, Menggert clearly heard a subtle noise behind him.

It wasn't like the sound of armor clashing when getting up. The coprophag could no longer move his body even if his whole body was pierced.

He turned around and saw the copro-eater lying on the ground, half of his body being submerged in the plasma beneath him, and his face was completely immersed in the blood.

An arm was dragging the Coprophagian's body, pulling him into the blood.

Menggert waved his lightsaber, pierced the handle, then grabbed the dung-eater's neck and pulled him out of the pool of blood.

A few solidified blood thorns were inserted into the gaps in the coprophag's helmet, and he was no longer alive.

It was an escape for a faded man who was favored by blessings.

But Menggert had no more anger. It seemed that all his energy had been exhausted. He stopped looking at the corpse of the coprophag and walked to the ravine tiredly and sadly.

The cursed blood has spread into the ravine, submerging some of the soil and burying the blood and all traces.

A fireball streaked across the sky, and Wuming rushed over.

He looked at the filthy and cursed blood all over the ground:

"The coprophags have been here?"

Mengt didn't answer, but staggered closer to the ravine and walked into the puddle full of filth like a sewer, searching in vain for something.

Wuming looked at Menggete's reaction:

"I'm late? What are you looking for?"

"Yeah, what are you looking for? Do you need to lend me a shovel?" A hand stretched out in front of Menggert and handed him a shovel.

　The good news is, there will be no more Fallen Lords to play.The bad news is, there’s no difference. When I finish writing this chapter tomorrow, I’ll have used up the outline again. It always takes time to organize the next plot.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)