Chapter 410 Pathogen
In the prison underground in the royal city, Mengt and Lance Sanks slept in each other's arms.Menggert was still clutching a leather whip in his hand.

The entire underground fell into a quiet and warm dream.

There is only one exception, which is in front not far from Menggert.

In the prison, a majestic Evil Omen was kneeling on the ground, bound in layers, and the tight chains outlined his bulging muscles.

The demon-like face was lowered, looking at Mengt and others falling into a deep sleep, and smiled foolishly:

"Ah, it's Michaela, it must be him. I know, I know, you care about me, you can't bear my torture, right? I made you an adult... Hehe... You have grown up …”

In the dream, light appeared in the hands of many people, and the flames gathered and expanded, converging on Wuming.The light shrouded Wuming's body, and he could no longer be seen.

"What's going on?" Millicent was a little surprised as she looked at the flames floating around and rushing towards the front.

"Of course I did it, otherwise what kind of miracle would it be?" Michaela's figure materialized into the sky, holding her face up, feeling helpless, "Since you chose to give up, I can only think of other solutions quickly."

"You said these are illusory representations." Millicent asked, "What do these represent?"

"Good intentions." Michaela replied, "While fighting the nameless dream, I can also understand him better. He is a container that can faithfully reflect the state of the world. And when you decide to give up, in reality, Black The speed of the sun devouring the golden tree has slowed down a bit."

"You mean..." Millicent's eyes lit up, "The teacher has hope——"

Before he finished speaking, a majestic black tide rose from a distance, rising into the sky and surging.

"He can reflect the world faithfully." Michaela said, "The malice in this world is very great."

The golden threads are connected in the hearts of everyone, intertwining and extending outward at an increasingly faster speed.It was as if someone was weaving at a very fast speed.

Michaela twisted a needle in her hand:

"I will connect everyone's dreams - break all mental barriers. If the malice of the group overwhelms the good will, Wuming may give up. And if the good overwhelms the desire to destroy dissidents, maybe he can stop."

"So uncertain?" Letina was worried.

"So I didn't choose this option at the beginning. This way the situation would be even more out of control." Michaela said, "To be honest, it's not for him to do this now. Wuming is a dangerous variable. I originally wanted to kill him after I will take this step again, but now..."

Michaela smiled bitterly:
"Sometimes you can't control everything in your own hands, so just take a gamble."

The golden threads became denser and denser, forming a ribbon and rushing towards the black tide in the distance.Like a hundred-foot wave that instantly solidified into ice, the waves turned golden and solidified into a wild wall.

Dreams are like bubbles, touching each other and blending into one, expanding more and more.

In the darkness shrouded in darkness where life has yet to explore, gold lights up the map.Yatan, Lienia, Nimgofu, Galid...

Those most densely populated areas, those places where Wuming walked, scattered sparks and gathered towards Wuming.

Michaela grabbed a scale, one black and one gold, and observed the balance on both sides.

The two sides were in a stalemate for a moment, and the black gradually overwhelmed the gold.

Michaela tried to figure out the ratio of light and dark, and admired:

"In a land governed by the Golden Law, it's amazing that a businessman can be spat on by people passing by."

"But there is still more malice. That's why I don't want to use this method." Michaela held her forehead, "That's it, this level is enough. Anyway, for simple-minded people... malice can be controlled, and kindness can also be controlled. Can."

Michaela rubbed her face with both hands and cheered up. Golden light flashed around her body, making a cute expression.

Mikayla's concrete phantom dances in the dream, without being separated by Ashmi, fully exerting her charm in her own field, reversing the nameless criticism.

The lower body of the silver-haired girl hidden behind the curtain of the dream was completely cut off, and the black mud continued to penetrate deeper along the gap.

Feeling the viciousness that was like sediment being violently blasted into her mind, Michaela thought again of the long and painful years in the past hundreds of years.

At the end of the song, Michaela looked at the balance that was still a little short of being able to be reversed. Thinking of Millicent and others' refusal to take action, and thinking of Melina running into the fire pit after being rescued, she puffed up her cheeks and screamed. :

"Ah - I can't stand it. I have to comfort you with your psychological trauma, but at the same time, you have to bring up those psychological traumas."

Michaela pointed to the sky and announced loudly to everyone in the dream:

"For those who owe money to merchants, Wuming just said that he will bear all the debts!"

On the scale, the golden weight suddenly sank, finally overpowering the malicious intentions.

The light converged into a small sun, and no one could see clearly what was happening inside.Even Michaela couldn't tell clearly and could only wait for the results.

Patch walked into the ball of light and stood beside a steep cliff.

The cliff protrudes outwards into a corner, and at the end of that corner, a warrior with a barrel helmet and sun badge stands there, with the sun shining from behind him, holy and eye-catching.

Patch looked back and saw a prison behind him, and the prison door had been opened.

Wuming was walking towards that light, towards the Sun Warrior.

Patch understood that this was another dream.I also understand that this is probably the last dream, a dream that only belongs to namelessness.

But in this great change, the first dream was not in the snowy mountains or Yatan.

Pot Village.

Xiao Hu woke up from a sweet dream.

Just now, he had another dream of becoming a hero.

The little pot stretched out - even though the living pot didn't have a waist - and jumped to find Diaros.

"Mr. Diaros, I had a heroic dream. In the dream, I was very powerful. I held two whips and beat the villains in the Volcano Mansion to pieces!" Xiaohu said to Diaros excitedly, pressing He made a deep noise, "and said - 'Khoslaw speaks for himself in blood' as he beat them to a pulp."

Diaros smiled and touched the lid of the small pot: "You have made my brother's story a dream."

Xiaohu took Diaros' hand:

"Mr. Diaros, tell me the story of Khosrow again. I also want to hear the story of how the head of the Khos family defeated the Volcano Killer."

Diaros was helpless:

"I've said it six times."

Xiaohu clasped his hands together in a praying gesture and looked at him with big tearful eyes.

"Wait?" Diaros felt something was wrong.

Big teary eyes?
A creature emerged from the lid of the small pot, staring at him with a pair of big eyes.

"Cat? Where did this come from?" Diaros was shocked.

"Ah, I forgot about it." The little pot was also surprised. He opened the lid of the pot, fished out a bunch of cats inside, raised it above his head, and showed it to Diaros, "Diaros, look! This is what I just said. The cat I picked up while fighting the waves next to the cliff!"

"Weren't you sleeping just now?" Diaros wondered.

"Yes, when did I fall asleep..." Xiao Ke bit her finger with the lid of the pot, "When did I pick it up..."

This question seemed too complicated for him. Xiaohu thought for a while and then gave up. He continued to hold up the cat and said to Diaros:
"Look, it's cute!"

Diaros observed the cat. The hair all over its body was wet, mixed with large pieces of flesh and blood, and tangled together. The original color of the cat's coat could no longer be seen.

Diaros held his forehead:

"Be nice to the cat."

Diaros took the cat, took a basin of water, and washed the cat. After washing it for a while, he realized that it was a dark gray to black cat. It was quite plump and had very intelligent green eyes. It was soaked in water. There is no movement inside.

"Where did you find this?" Diaros asked the little pot.

Xiao Hu said: "In the sea."

"Cat, in the sea?"

"Lie down on a white board." Xiaohu puffed up his chest, "I saved it."

Diaros thought of another story and told Xiaohu: "I heard that black cats can be psychic. If they jump over a newly dead body, the body will be resurrected and become a zombie." This is probably a good idea. Horrible story, but Xiao Ju showed no reaction.Diaros took a look at the blood and meat in the basin and thought it was normal for the pot to not respond.

"When I was a child, I was so scared by this story that I didn't dare to touch the black cat." Diaros smiled bitterly, "I really don't deserve to be a hero..."

"Why does Mr. Diaros always say that? You obviously have cool armor, and you know everything." Xiaohu said, jumping happily, "When Uncle Alexander comes back, I can let him know, I’ve learned so much.”

Xiao Hu paused and pointed upward:

"Mr. Diaros, what is that? Is it a new guest?"

Diaros looked in the direction pointed by the little pot and saw a strange-looking man standing on the edge of the cliff.He was naked, with a pot on his head.

The pot man was holding something in his hands, jumping down from the tombstone steps on the cliff, all the way to Hu Village.

After a while, the pot man appeared in front of one person and one pot, and walked straight towards Diaros
"Hello, I heard that you are a pot master." The pot man held the meat ball in his hands and said in a low voice.

Diaros nodded and looked at the ball of meat in the pot man's arms: "I am - what is this in your hand?"

Diaros was doing the job of a pottery master and was responsible for saving the life of the living pot. He had not yet seen the contents of the living pot.

Xiaohu knew it instinctively, and was a little silent.Any content represents the death of a living pot.

The pot man said: "This is the content of the living pot, the essence left behind when they died."

"Oh..." Diaros also fell silent.

Hu Man said: "I came to you to ask you that there should be a warrior Hu in Hu Village. Do you know him?"

Diaros looked at the small pot aside:

"Of course I do."

The pot man also looked at the small pot, squatted down, and handed the contents to the small pot, but said nothing and stared at him for a long time.

A kind of enlightenment awakened in Xiaohu's heart. He could feel that the meat ball had similar characteristics to him.

Xiao Hu’s voice was a little choked:

"Is it Uncle Alexander's contents?"

The pot man nodded heavily:

"Alexander... often mentions you and his hometown. I think I should bring his contents back to his hometown."

Xiaohu's hands were shaking a little and he didn't take the meat ball.

Diaros couldn't bear it. When he was in Hu Village, he had already learned that Xiao Hu liked the warrior Hu.

"He is still a child, this is too cruel." Diaros stepped forward and blocked the view of the small pot, preparing to keep it for him first.

The little pot took the lead, bypassed Diaros, and took away the contents before he could take action.

Xiao Hu hugged the meat ball and choked with sobs:
"...I won't cry, because I am a warrior. Uncle Alexander said that warriors must be strong."

The pot man also sighed and prepared to leave.

Diaros also left, wanting to give Xiao Hu some time alone, and send the pot man away at the same time.

In Hucun, you can jump all the way down the tombstone stairs, but going up this way will be a lot tiring.There is a special helicopter that is usually responsible for transporting goods - for Hucun, as long as it is transporting flowers - it can also transport people.

Diaros led the pot man to the elevator, pressed the button, and the bell rang.

But the lift did not start to rise.

Diaros raised his head with some doubts, and suddenly saw several people forming a circle on the edge of the cliff above Hu Village.

"Who are they?" Pot Man asked.

Diaros also frowned and took a look. Suddenly, he saw a dim light flashing in the eyes of those people.

As the main supplier of water lilies, and having spent a lot of time with the epileptic knight Rodel, Diaros recognized him immediately.

A sense of crisis suddenly emerged from Diaros's heart. He shouted danger and pulled the pot man back.

At the same time, the eyes of the group of people on the cliff began to spurt out a large amount of mad fire, drawing a curved arc in the air and landing above Hu Village.

Lush grass, clusters of beautiful lavender flowers, and many wooden houses all burned with thick smoke billowing out.

Hucun fell into a sea of ​​fire in an instant.

"There are enemies?!" The pot man was also surprised. He took out some pots with water and smashed them against the burning roof, trying to put out the fire.

"Did anyone follow you when you came here?" Diaros asked the pot man as he ran towards his house.

"No, it can't be me who brought it. I came down directly from the snow-capped mountains and took the portal to get here..." The pot man was silent. He saw the twisted chaotic flames around him and thought of the same look in his eyes. The twisted giant, "It was that weird giant who spared my life and asked me to come here... The epileptic fire forces want to destroy Hu Village? Why?"

"Because the flowers produced here can cure epilepsy." Diaros ran away with his head in his arms and rushed into his cabin.

Xiaohu saw Diaros rushing in:
"What's wrong Mr. Diaros?"

"There are bad guys." Diaros stood in front of the armor stand, "Xiao Hu, come and help me put on the armor."

The pot man also went over to help, and soon Diaros was fully dressed, picked up his big shield and whip, and rushed out of the wooden house.

The flames continued to wave from the head, Diaros held the shield on his head, and escorted the Pot Man and the Little Pot together with the other living pots.

"Mr. Diaros, what should we do?" The living pots in the Pot Village were quite panicked. Although as living pots, they were more tolerant to flames, if they were passively beaten underneath, sooner or later something would happen.

There were flames everywhere, and Diaros was sweating profusely due to the high temperature. He looked around:

"Let's go away from Tombstone."

Although it is not easy to walk, it is more or less a path.

Diaros and the pot man went up first, preparing to withstand possible ambush from above and buy time for other living pots.

Diaros raised his big shield high to resist the epileptic fire, and he and the pot man kept moving upward.

Walking to the center of the cliff, the tombstone suddenly stood up.

There were corpses crawling out from the cracks in the cliff, shaking the tombstone.Then his eyes sprayed fire and he attacked the two people who were wide open on the side.

Something happened at their feet and sides at the same time, and the two of them immediately fell off the cliff.Diaros used his whip to hook a tombstone below to provide a buffer. Then the lid of the large pot was lifted and the minced meat was caught. The two of them did not fall to death on the spot.

The living pots who were looking forward to going up felt a little desperate when they saw the two men falling down and the road being cut off.

Xiao Hu rushed out at this time and shouted:
"Let's get into the water!"

Diaros usually drinks water by filtering sea water, and often needs to salvage a small pot. There is a hanging basket on the cliff near the sea for fetching water.

The living pots were about to move like cliffs near the sea, when the flames above them stopped.

Those with fire in their eyes jumped down one after another, seemingly regardless of the damage caused by falling from a height.

Several people jumped down and fell into a pulp, which served as cushions for those who followed. Many people's tibias were exploded without even noticing.

The eyes of the dead were shining with fire, and they were silent as they approached the living pot and the living people.

"Who the hell are you!" Diaros shouted, "What is your purpose?!"

The corpses stopped, seeming to understand Diaros' question.

They turned around, and everyone looked at the half-broken pot at the end of the village that spawned flowers.

The flames spurted out again, and the big pot gradually melted while burning violently.

(End of this chapter)

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