The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 408 Boring deduction

Millicent had been silent as long as Patch Melina was discussing how to kill Nameless.

She didn't want to see Wuming die.

Now being entrusted with such a thing by Michaela, Millicent couldn't help it:
"Is there no other way? Can't we just kill him?"

"Only those who are qualified to talk about salvation are those who have the ability to do well. Unfortunately, Wuming was able to ignore my influence before, and now he has the power to control dreams. I am unable to suppress him like an epileptic patient." Michaela said,
"As for not killing him... of course, we always have a choice - life will find its own way."

"Then why-"

"Because I don't like that way out." Michaela said, "The life in the corruption pool is the bug, and the life in the stars is Esti. In the foreseeable future, if we let Wuming swallow the golden tree, we will If you get an environment that is much more difficult than Corruption, then the lives that survive in that environment will be much more abominable than Corruption's dependents."

Michaela asked Millicent:
"Can you accept that future?"

Millicent didn't know what to say.

Michaela looked into the abyss of people’s hearts:
"I think Wuming - at least he once didn't want to see that scene."

Michaela looked at Millicent:

"What about you, would you rather choose the teacher from the past, or stand with the teacher now?"

Millicent recalled the question Wuming asked her when they were in the snowy mountains.

"When the teacher asked me that question before, was he already prepared...but why...what did he think..."

"Why did the teacher become like this?" Millicent was confused and asked Michaela for help.

"Maybe it's because he was shaken." Michaela guessed.

"The teacher's will is very firm, how could he waver?"

"I don't know. I'm not him, so I can't accurately understand what he knows and thinks." Michaela shook her head, "That's just my beautiful expectation."

"Good expectations?" Millicent felt that this was a bit too bastard to say.

Michaela explains:

"If Wuming's current situation is caused by a breakdown of his will, then his will is no longer his advantage, and we still have hope. What I'm worried about is that Wuming's current situation is not a breakdown of his will, but his 'choice'. If he still maintains his own set of logic and has sufficient reasons and motivation to advance his ideals, then he will have fewer flaws, and it will be much harder to stop him and kill him."

"Will the world end?" Millicent asked.

"The worst possibility - yes." Michaela said, "It may also be a drastic change in the world. Think optimistically, maybe it will get better."

Michaela stared at Millicent:
"Are you willing to trust your teacher, let him give it a try, and wait for the world to change in ways you can't predict? Even if you have the power to stop him."

Desperation spread in Millicent's heart, and she wanted to burst out.

Michaela looked at her quietly:
"I will try to extend the time in the dream as long as possible, but I can't hesitate too long and miss the opportunity. If you can't make a move, just quit. Don't worry, I have arranged a saturation attack. It will be fine if one or two people are missing."

In order to confirm her statement, Michaela waved her hand casually, and many people stood around.While Michaela was talking to Millicent, she was also issuing the same mission to many others.

There were many acquaintances among them, including Pachnock, Mengt and others.

"I...I can't do it." Millicent stumbled and said, "My will cannot match the teacher..."

"You misunderstood, I need your willpower, not to make you match Wuming." Michaela handed Millicent a knife, "It is to prevent you from being eroded by this thing. Be careful not to hold the blade. .”

Millicent subconsciously took the knife and was a little confused about what Michaela said.Who can't tell the difference between a knife and a knife?

Millicent had just grasped the scimitar when she suddenly felt a surge in her heart. A strong malice stabbed at her, almost causing her to collapse.

"This is the heart of 10 people, containing their anger, despair and sadness." Mikayla said, "Be careful about the direction these emotions face, so as not to hurt yourself."

"I want to use this kind of thing to kill the teacher..."

Michaela nodded: "I believe that whether it is in terms of mind or strength, Wuming can easily crush these one hundred thousand people one by one. But it is not necessarily possible to twist the power of one hundred thousand people into one place at the same time. If If it’s not enough, I’ve also prepared more hearts, but that way you will be more dangerous. So I choose each person to hold tens of thousands of hearts to attack the nameless part of the mind.”

Michaela looked to the other side, and Patch's figure was also extracted.In the dream, he finally regained his human body, with the familiar leather clothes and shield and spear.

Just now, Michaela had already talked to Patch about the same topic.

Michaela asked Patch:

"Do you think this method is feasible?"

Patch scratched his head: "I can't judge such a mysterious ability. But there should be a chance. After all, the biggest advantage of the junction is the large number of people. That Wuming guy has probably never encountered so many people in his entire life."

Patch smiled: "This is probably the three dogs on the spiritual level."

"But how should I use it?" Patch looked at the shield and spear in his hand, "I don't know how to use this power of dreams."

"I will try to provide you with a concrete environment so that you can intuitively use these abstract powers." Michaela said, "Like a chain of command, I guide you and you guide everyone's emotions. Try to ensure the strength It can all be applied to Wuming."

Patch looked at Millicent who was still struggling: "How cruel to let that child make such a choice."

"But she will eventually choose to face it." Michaela said, "The stronger the person, the more he carries, and the more he wants to control the situation in his own hands. Millicent is not a weak person, and her will will make her She makes decisions."

"And she will swing the sword in her hand and kill the ancient gods who inherited the original fire." Patch muttered, "The stronger she gets, the less willing she is to let go... Are you the same?"

"Yes." Michaela admitted frankly, "And Wuming is more powerful than me, that's why he would cause such a scene. In this regard, that guy Chapolili was right. Maybe this is really Wuming fate."

Michaela speculated:

"Patch, you have known Wuming for a long time. Can Wuming escape the influence of fate?"

Patch shook his head: "If he could get rid of it, he wouldn't be like this. According to the ancient legend, the guy's life-long route was determined by fate. That's why he attaches so much importance to the words of the finger. "

Michaela nodded and sent Patch away, and many people accepted the task.

Michaela inspected the soldiers and saw Galle and many businessmen also appearing here.

"Although he is a businessman, his willpower is quite strong." Michaela allocated the number of hearts according to different people's willpower.

A particularly strong will appeared. Michaela looked over and saw that it was actually Greg.

Perhaps he had already carried the resentment of the entire Ningmu Gefu when he committed evil, and Greg just managed to control the hearts of 20 people.

After arranging everything, everyone in front of Michaela, except Melina, disappeared and fell into a dream.

Michaela is responsible for wrestling with Wuming, keeping the dream relatively stable, and giving them the opportunity to get close to Wuming and kill Wuming.

"What about me?" Melina pointed at herself.

"You can't go," Michaela said.

"Can you stop being such a patriarch?" Melina frowned, "You are not a mother and have no right to decide my fate."

"Of course I'm not your mother. Your mother threw you into the fire and destroyed your body," Michaela said.

"If it weren't for you, things wouldn't be like this." Melina glared at him.

"What did I do?" Michaela asked.

"If you hadn't released the epileptic fire and allowed me to complete my mission——"

"Then when faced with such a moment, we will have one less trump card, but I don't have to listen to your nagging." Michaela said, "Well... it is indeed a pretty good choice."

Michaela stretched out her hand and ruffled Melina's short hair: "Don't be stupid, Xiaomei, don't think too highly of Shapolili, but don't underestimate him either. That guy is currently fighting Broken Star and Godfrey. It's not easy to break the seal and release the epileptic fire. Just kill Menggert. Even if you burn yourself, it won't affect the epileptic fire to burn the world."

Michaela pointed at herself:

"You have mistaken the issue you should blame. My will has nothing to do with whether the epileptic fire is released, and your sacrifice has nothing to do with whether the world returns to chaos. What you should blame me for is-I did not stop Chapolili earlier, stop All this. What you should blame is that in order to save my relatives, I remained silent and looked at the sacrifices of others with a cold eye."

"I should blame you, thank you for helping me sum it up." Melina said in a strange tone.

Michaela played with her silver hair:
"That's a good accusation. So, what should I do?" "I'll deal with the cauldron of flames, and you can deal with Chappolili." Melina muttered, "It's too late to say anything now."

Michaela nodded: "Well, killing relatives for justice and thinking about the interests of others is very great. If Marlenia thought the same way, Galid would not be like this. Then Broken Star would become the king, marry his mother, and become The new King of Elden. Everyone is happy, that's good.

"Then King Godfrey will return and fight Latarn. The battle between the new king and the old king will probably destroy half of the border area. In order to prevent such a tragic situation from happening, it is best for one party to compromise and resolve it peacefully. . We all played a friendly game of chess to decide who our mother would belong to. Latarn is very smart, and Selosiu is not bad either. It’s hard to tell the difference."

"But there are always people who don't want to play chess to decide the outcome and want to be the king. He just wants to start a war. What should we do? Of course we can't resist. Resistance will cause unnecessary casualties. Just give up the throne... "

Michaela deduced various directions of the world and yawned boredly:

"In the end, the more ferocious and powerful the person is, the more likely he will become the king. The warm sun will be driven to death by the indifferent people, and in the end, Chappoli will be born."

Michaela glanced at Melina:

"You want to light a cauldron of fire? A lot of people will die. Why, those people's lives are not lives? Why do you want to take action? You can never make a mistake if you stay away from the dispute. You burn the tree, but will There are many people blaming you.

"Of course, you can give up this responsibility. But after all, someone has to burn the tree, and someone will stand up and take responsibility. You can decide the fate of you as an ordinary person by looking at the person who takes over your power. .”

The single eye in Michaela's silver hair was close to Melina:

"This is the essence of life, the vicious characteristics of life that mother hopes to avoid through eternal reincarnation. Mother taught us to praise life, but did not teach us to fear life. If you don't seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, there will naturally be others who can seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Replace you with a harmful existence. My father's guise of civilization has never been able to conceal people's desire for blood. Now, you ask me to give up on you, my relatives, my community of destiny, and choose outsiders. And because of this choice, I have lost Lose your own power and eventually be devoured by those who don’t give up?”

Melina said: "But isn't this just playing into Shapolili's hands? Everything is becoming more despicable."

"It will also be more prosperous. The glory of the Golden Dynasty was built on the corpses of countless forces." Michaela said, "I have never denied Chapolili on this point."

Melina was shocked by Michaela's words:
"...Are you still considered a holy tree like this? The house has collapsed!"

"What is a holy tree?" Michaela asked, "In my holy tree, everything grows and thrives according to its original shape. Then what? Can the son of platinum live in the corruption pool? Can the hybrid sleep in the ice and snow? ?Life is equal, but when life grows and thrives, it will multiply and conflict will spread, and some lives will think that their own kind of life is more equal. This is an unsolvable problem - and it is also what Wuming, my mother and I are facing. Question. What about you, after you condemned me with a sense of morality, did you think of a better solution? "

"I..." Melina was speechless, "There must be a way..."

"Of course there will be a way. War is the way, mother's unfinished eternal reincarnation is the way, and Wuming constantly opens up new trade routes is the way." Michaela said, "No matter what we do, we will face hard times, failure and Frustration. This is the challenge we are facing, rather than just talking and naively imagining that the Supreme Will will rescue us and arrange all the contradictions to everyone's satisfaction."

In the dream, the black sun pressing above her head appeared again. Michaela hugged her chest and stared at the black sun with one eye:

"Of course we have to fight. No matter which side wins, a stronger life will be born. No matter which side loses, it will become nourishment for the winner. I believe that life will continue to grow and heal in such rounds of cruel extraction. Being strong and prosperous - this is the biggest difference between Chapolili and me."

Michaela grabbed Melina's shoulders with both hands:

"And you are my trump card. I don't need you to take action. What I need is for you to stand by and wait for everything to end."

Melina said: "True card?"

Michaela nodded: "I let you stay because you are the last insurance."

"Then what is my mission?"

"If we all fail, Wuming will probably melt everything down and take all the power into his own hands, just as Chapolili expected." Michaela said, "But he is still bound by fate, and in the future he will When everything melts in flames, your destined death is the absolute way to kill him. Just like Lani has the destiny to kill Two Fingers."

"What's the point?" Melina said. "All life is dead."

"Don't be deceived by Chapolili's words." Michaela said, "Madmen who believe in epileptic fire have never thought of such a simple truth - what if we return to chaos? The supreme will is in the chaos. A life created in chaos. The Epilepsy Faction opposes the Supreme Will, but exposes its belly and allows the future to be controlled by the Supreme Will again. The destruction of the world and its return to chaos is the most boring and best-solved crisis. "

"Easy to solve?" Melina didn't quite understand.

"Chaos will no longer change, and time will naturally freeze. So for this chaos, it is like falling into a deep sleep, ignorant. The next time life evolves, it will be in the next moment." Michaela explained,
"When the world returns to chaos, your destined death can 'kill' the concept of Chaos Flame, that is, restart the cycle of life. All the power collected by Wuming, including the essence of us demigods, will become The food that nourishes the new world.”

"End everything and start over?" Melina said, "That would be too..."

"It's too cruel. When the time comes, you will be the only one in the world. You will need to spend a long time thinking about what life is and what is the real way out of the junction." Michaela said, "I hope things will not reach this point."

Michaela smiled: "It shouldn't come to that point."

"No way?" Melina was already sad about the future that Michaela said.

"According to Chappoli's endless chatter, the world will continue to move towards chaos and ruin, the so-called trend of destiny, the destination of all things." Michaela said, "I am telling Chappoli to shut up."

"Can you?"

"You must use abstract thinking and not be constrained by form." Michaela pointed to her forehead. "To deal with a being like Chapolili, your eyes cannot only see his concrete objects. Only by attacking his concepts can you hurt him. he."

Michaela patted Melina's forehead:
"Now, let's sleep for a while."

Melina also disappeared, her consciousness fell into confusion, and she no longer shouted for action.

After everyone around him disappeared, the scene around Michaela became distorted and changed again.

From his perspective, there seemed to be a dark mire that was constantly spreading, reaching up to his waist.

The black mud was wrapped around his body, almost pervasive, skirting around his skirt and piercing his top, trying to engulf his inside and outside.Mikaela's tentacle-like silver hair was intertwined with black mud and dyed with each other.

"Sometimes you can only see illusory concrete things, which is also a kind of happiness." Michaela murmured, the one eye in her hair widened. Michaela showed a rare expression of excitement and shouted loudly,
"Come on Wuming, in my domain, let's see how long we can stay in a stalemate -"

Mikaela was probably too excited, so her mouth grew a little too big when she shouted, and the black mud fell on her face, covering her one eye, and rushed into her mouth, interrupting his bold words.

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"here it is……"

Millicent clutched the dark scimitar in her hand and walked in a completely unfamiliar building.

This place seems to be a prison, where countless people who are as dry as if they are immortals are imprisoned, grabbing the ground with their heads, or hitting the iron bars of the prison, making hoarse and almost silent groans, like living corpses.

Millicent walked aimlessly in the prison, looking for her teacher.

A burst of dazzling light came from one direction, the prison collapsed, the landscape began to change, the dark corridor of the prison was broken, and the sunlight shone in.

At the end of the light, stood a knight.He wears a bucket helmet with a red feather on it, which is eye-catching.The green shawl has a contrasting design with red feathers, and the white cloth is draped over a simple chainmail, with a large sun emblem imprinted on it.

Although the knight stood in the center of the light, Millicent's attention was quickly attracted by another knight in front of that knight.

The heart-protecting pauldrons holding the edge of the shield protrude, decorated with blue cloth and leather, nameless armor.

"Teacher!" Michaela exclaimed and ran along the corridor of the prison.

The sound exploded in her ears, and the living corpses in the two rows of prisons screamed at the same time. The floor beneath her feet collapsed, and Millicent fell into the bottomless abyss and was swallowed by darkness.

Millicent fell into a period of darkness where she couldn't see her fingers, and subconsciously lit a flame in her hand, illuminating her surroundings.

Under the firelight, the skinny living corpse and a kind of small black spirit emerged in the light, looking in the direction of Millicent.

I don't know how long I walked, but the scenery around me didn't change. The surrounding area was an unchanging despair, full of living corpses and black spirits, and a kind of silence that made people unable to wake up.

In this endless stroll, Millicent felt a little desperate.

At this moment, light appeared above the head again.

Millicent looked up, pleasantly surprised.

In the boundless darkness, a skylight that brought light opened, and Millicent saw her teacher Wuming looking down at her.

"Teacher!" Millicent waved to Wuming.

"He is not your teacher." A voice rang in his ears again.

The shriveled living corpse that had been appearing beside him suddenly spoke, making a hoarse and dry voice.

The shriveled living corpse raised its head and looked at the knight in blue who brought light on the skylight:

"He is the prototype of your teacher's deception and reputation. He is the unknown good man who saved your teacher."

The shriveled and ugly living corpse looked at Millicent: "I'm afraid I'm the one you're looking for."

(End of this chapter)