The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 411 Mediocre People

"This is our purpose." The corpse with intact vocal cords made a voice and smiled. "We are Chapolili, the... causative agent of epilepsy."

Diaros' hand holding the big shield kept shaking, and more and more sweat dripped from his forehead:

"Your goal has been achieved, can you leave?"

"That won't work." Chappoli smiled, "I don't like this village. The life that grows on human corpses is simply the most intuitive manifestation of the evil of life."

The corpse looked at the living pots:

"I don't like you little pots, please die immediately."

Sparks burst out of his eyes, and epileptic fire shot out.

The giant shield suddenly moved sideways, blocking the lightning strike.

Diaros said in a deep voice:
"Big Pot takes Little Pot into the sea, I'll protect you guys——"

A brighter epileptic fire penetrated the shield and shot through Diaros's abdomen.

"A very touching sacrifice." Chapolili wiped the half-melted eyeballs dripping from the corners of his eyes, "But you seem to have made a mistake - you are just a mediocre person, a weakling. When mediocre people try to be heroes, it will only become a joke. .”

Diaros did not fall, and the big shield was still firmly in front of the living pot.

"Go!" Diaros roared.

Along with the roar, several large pots rushed out and stood on both sides of Diaros, blocking several epileptic fires for him.The body of the pot was penetrated, and the contents continued to flow out.

The other live pots will take out their own contents. The big pot will empty itself and let the small pot go in. The small pot will also empty itself half-empty to lose as much weight as possible.

During this period, Diaros endured attacks from all directions. The flames were very heavy, like a steady stream of heavy hammers, and blood spurted from the tiger's mouth.The surface of the shield gradually became hot, until the handle Diaros held the shield was burned, burning his hands to the point where the skin and flesh were torn apart.

The live pots jumped from the cliff into the sea and sank into the water.Most of them floated up, but some failed to control their weight. The big pots filled with more small pots never appeared on the water again.

The pot man also jumped down and saved several large pots that had sunk to the bottom.Then he took out a few volcanic pots and tied them to the big pot to provide some buoyancy. At the same time, the volcanic pot exploded with a steady stream of hot air, pushing the living pots to swim farther away.

A large pot on the front was broken, and the flames tore the pot body, and the crisp sound echoed in the pot village and the sea.

Diaros had no time to grieve, as the madness was already spurting out from the side.

However, Xiaohu rushed forward, jumped up high, and hit the epileptic fire with a punch, blocking the side of Diaros and Living Pot.

"You go too." Diaros said anxiously.

"I am a warrior pot. When facing a battle, I cannot escape." Xiaohu said, "And for the sake of strength, the warrior pot cannot abandon its contents. If I don't go up, I can leave a few other pots."

"You are still young, and it is not time to fight yet." Diaros was anxious and angry, "Don't you want to be a hero? If you die here, you will not be a great warrior! You must endure it first, and then take revenge later. !”

The small pot hesitated for a moment. On the edge of the cliff, the last big pot had almost filled the small pot and was about to go down along the bucket rope.

Suddenly, it got dark.

The golden tree disappeared, and half of the sky was covered by the black sun, weighing down on everyone.

"I'm afraid you don't have a chance to take revenge." Shapolili stretched out his hand under the dark sun and said intoxicatedly, "Soon, the world will be destroyed and all living creatures will be melted. My king, Wuming, will realize our ideals."

Chapolili looked at the meat ball next to the small pot and smiled:
"You have accepted Alexander's contents. Before he died, that guy was talking about you, right?"

Xiaohu froze, his voice was trembling as he held the meat ball in his arms:

"What did you say……"

"Yes, I killed Alexander. The Warrior Pot's characteristic of constantly fighting and bringing pain to the world is really annoying. He is obviously just a mediocre person, but when he sees it, he wants to crush him." Shapolili smiled, " Do you still want to run away now? Little warrior Huyou."

"Sadness, pain, anger..." Chapolili saw Xiao Ju's trembling body, happily dug out his eyes, and then swallowed them, "Yes, I just wanted to see this scene, just for these emotions. , I sent the content here specially. Desperate! Go crazy! Then understand that only when the world ends can all pain end!"

Chapolili's sight was blocked. Diaros's shield blocked Chapolili's sight. His expression was horrifying and his lips were trembling.

The small pot suddenly moved. He helped the last small pot into the big pot, closed the lid and put it in place. He pushed the big pot down and stopped on the shore.

Diaros looked at the black sun on the horizon and the flesh ball falling into the dust, not knowing what to say.

Diaros felt a little sad, what qualifications did he have to persuade others not to take revenge.I have given up on revenge, do I still want to persuade others to be as weak as myself...

The large shield was inserted into the earth to block a wave of epileptic fire. Diaros huddled behind the shield, rushed to the small pot, lifted the lid of the small pot, stuffed Alexander's contents in, closed the lid, and grabbed him , no matter how much his limbs moved, Diaros, who was already familiar with the structure of the pot, could not reach him.

"Mr. Diaros, don't deprive me of the opportunity for revenge!" Xiaohu roared.

"It's not that you won't be allowed to take revenge." Diaros said, "But now you have to take your people to escape, and you have to protect them. You are the only warrior pot, and they have no ability to protect themselves."

Diaros threw the small pot off the cliff:
"You are a soldier, you must learn to take responsibility - protect them from landing safely!"

The small pot was thrown out of the sea, and its heavy contents dragged it down.But the little pot gathered strength in its hands, slapped the water surface, let itself float up, and swam towards the big pots.

Just as he swam to a large pot, the fire flashed and the pot shattered.

"Woohoo~" On the towering cliff, Shapolili controlled a corpse, stood next to the cliff, drew a hundred meters in the air, and cheered for his successful sniper attack.

The sea surface was stained with blood, and blood and minced meat were spread out.The red sea was reflected in Diaros's eyes.

He turned around, raised his shield, roared, and crashed towards the people on the edge of the cliff.At the same time, the long whip was swung and hit a person's neck.The whip blade tore through the flesh and blood of the neck, pulling at the eyes, causing the epileptic fire to lose its accuracy and shoot towards the distant ocean.

But the desperate charge also exposed his back. A few bursts of madness caused the armor on his back to shatter and he vomited blood.

Diaros couldn't care less, and ran around the cliff with his whip and shield.He stared angrily like a severely injured lion, trying in vain to drive away the hyenas and flies that were attacking the carrion on his body.

Diaros's vision gradually blurred, and his tender palms were burned to charcoal, and he lost consciousness.

Hu Village had been completely destroyed in the flames, and the snow-white ashes were mixed with his own blood. Diaros saw his childhood in a daze.

The second son of the Khosrow family, an incompetent person who always lives in the shadow of his elder brother.

When I was a child, every time I competed with my brother, I would shed my own blood on the snow-covered martial arts field in my hometown.

Naturally, it was the elder brother who became the head of the family.

My brother is excellent, calm, and wise, and is the natural head of the family.He even loved Diaros quite a lot, and did not wipe out his brother's life for possible threats like tradition.

Diaros fled from Khosrow's house, knowing that he was lucky.He was able to survive precisely because of his own weakness and incompetence.

But he didn't want this. He would rather be treated as an opponent and an equal by his brother, who would give him a glorious death in battle.

Wanting to prove his stubbornness, he ran away from home, but failed again and again, constantly confirming the truth that he had always wanted to escape——

He is a mediocre, extremely incompetent coward who has no chance of becoming a warrior hero.

He glanced towards the sea, where the last live pot was about to disappear on the other side of the coast.

My future has come to an end, but yours has not yet...

He mustered up the last of his strength, abandoned his shield and long whip, knocked a person upside down, and made a splash in the air.

When the spray dissipated, the live pot disappeared completely on the other side of the coast.

Chapolili looked at the sea and clapped his hands:

"The boy from the Khoslao family thought he was just a pottery master, but I didn't expect that he still had such fighting power. He was able to make most of them escape. I should have brought more bodies..."

Shapolili pulled Diaros by his hair, lifted him up, and said with a smile:

"But unfortunately, you can't save them - you are just a mediocre person without talent, and you can't change the world. It's better to obediently... surrender to the true chosen one and merge into the huge 'one'."

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The waves were rough, and the live pots drifted for a long time. Finally, they took advantage of the tide and found a place to land.

"Mr. Diaros..." The living pots all looked back at the sea, knowing that the pottery master with smooth hands and gentle smile had left them forever.

The small pot also came ashore. He was kneeling on the ground, shaking all over. The lid of the pot seemed to be unstable, and liquid was flowing out.

The pot man stepped forward to comfort him.

He squatted down and reached for the lid of the small pot, but stopped before touching the lid.

The liquid that overflows from the lid is certainly not the tears of a living pot.They will be sad but unable to shed tears.

It was pulp mixed with flesh and blood.

The small pot was clenched with two fists, and the lid trembled, as if something was about to gush out.

The pot man clearly saw gunpowder smoke pouring out of the small pot's hand and a fire igniting.

This is Alexander's move.

The little pot is eating Alexander's contents, inheriting Alexander's experience and strength.

"But the weight difference is too big..." Pot Man was a little worried, "You should grow up a little bit..."

The little pot is still obviously a minor now, but when Alexander died, it was already comparable to the giant pot of Galid.The contents alone can fill up the body of the small pot.This will break the little pot...

"I know." Xiao Ke's painful and stubborn voice sounded as the lid trembled, "But I want to become stronger now and become a warrior worthy of Uncle Alexander's contents. I want to fulfill Mr. Diaros's instructions..."

The adventures and stories that Uncle Alexander had not finished telling him were all inherited by the little pot along with its contents.

In Alexander's memory, he faced those majestic demigods, tempered his body under the flowing flames, and practiced boxing in the flowing water.

His faith, his will, and the last words Alexander left for him.

The little pot's vision is a little blurry. The pot shouldn't shed tears. That may be because the content is too strong and has torn the body.

As his vision gradually became clearer, Xiaohu raised his head and looked into the distance.

He saw Diaros' body again.

The pot man was shocked:

"How could it come so quickly..."

After landing, Hu Nan took charge of the overall situation.The black sun above our heads is too terrifying, and the doomsday scene hanging above our heads is despairing.He wanted to take the living pot to Yatan, but he felt that it was more dangerous there.

But next to the black sun, a full moon, although dim, still hangs firmly beside it.The pot man received the revelation and prepared to go west.

But not long after they walked through a forest, Pot Man found that they were once again surrounded by corpses with blazing eyes.

"In the face of this despair, people will despair and go crazy - and cause killings." Chapolili pointed to the giant sun on the dome. "Wherever there are corpses, there is Chapolili. Wherever there is life and separation, there will be Chapolili." That’s me. The Khosrow boy is a sad weakling, he doesn’t understand this.”

Chappoli clapped his hands, and the two corpses dragged one person and threw them in front of the living pot:
"Died meaninglessly, like that warrior pot, nothing changed."

Diaros lay in the dust, and his gorgeous armor had become dim due to dragging along, just like his eyes.

Chapolili even brought his shield and petal whip.

"You can't run away," said Chappoli, "all living things are my eyes."

The corpse's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the raging flames were about to burst out.

The pot men and live pots all clenched their fists, ready to face the tragic ending.

But the flames gradually extinguished, and the corpses gave up their attack.

Diaros's eyes lit up, and the corpse sat up from the ground, with a faint smile: "I suddenly had a good idea, use this body to kill you, how come -"

Flames soared into the sky.

Xiao Hu's figure tore through the air and made a popping sound.Fire ignited from the fists, one punch, two punches, three punches...

The corpses surrounding the live pots were punched one by one by Xiao Hu, hammering them to pieces. Only the one who was beaten last reacted, fought back with madness, and caught Xiao Hu's fist.

Xiao Hu took advantage of the situation and retreated, then turned around and smashed down.

His last punch hit the ground and landed on Diaros' body.

Diaros was torn apart in the flames.

The body that caught Xiao Hu's fist took two steps back and shook his burned palms:

"That's your lovely companion. How can you bear to do it..."

Shapolili stopped talking. He saw Xiaohu kneeling in front of Diaros' body and stuffing his body parts into his own body.

"Oh, I forgot that you are this kind of life." Chapolili said, "Don't you feel ashamed that your life is based on the death of others?"

"Isn't that the same for you?" Pot Man couldn't help it.

"Then you are wrong, I am not life." Chappoli smiled, "Of course, a fool like you shouldn't be able to understand my existence."

"You can't understand either!" The Pot Man was angry, "This is the ritual of the Pot. If the Warrior Pot eats him, that means that he is a real warrior, a warrior recognized by the Warrior Pot!"

In a few words, the small pot had turned Diaros into its own contents, and stood up to face Chapolili.His fists were clenched, as if he was ready to rush forward at any moment.

"Is it delicious?" Chapolili joked.

The figure of the small pot disappeared, and its fist had been imprinted on Shapolili's face.The next second, Shapolili's head exploded, and his body slowly fell to the ground, burned by the flames.

"Very good." Xiaohu replied solemnly, "That's something you can't understand - Mr. Diaros is a real hero."

The crisis was over, and Xiaohu returned to the remains of Diaros. He knelt down looking at the beautiful but broken armor.Realizing the will of Diaros remaining in his body, he dug a hole for his armor and buried it.

The pot men and living pots gathered in front of the tomb and fell into deep sorrow, even forgetting the terrifying black sun above their heads.

"I must become this kind of warrior——"

The little pot murmured, grabbed Diaros' shield, and carved an epitaph for him——

"Diaros Khosrow, a hero who can protect everyone even from cowards."

After mourning, the pot man said:
"Go to Kallia, we may not be safe yet. That guy will be resurrected. He cannot die."

"Then I will kill him again." Xiaohu clenched his fist, "'Khoslaw speaks for himself in blood', I will find him, no matter how many times, I will kill him again and again."

"Oh? Is that so?" A skinny, headless corpse jumped out, and Chapolili's voice came from his chest, "There is no time to mourn for our companions. The one who returned to the battlefield immediately was - Chapolili . Yes, here I go again - the despair of being overwhelmed and unable to digest is the key to madness."

Xiaohu's fist fight started again, this time faster and more urgent.

But this time, the fist did not smash Shapolili's body.

The emaciated, headless corpse forcefully caught Xiao Hu's fist.

"This is the body of a demigod." Shapolili said, "Embraced by the wandering temple of Lienia, the body of a soulless demigod. After all, it is Malika's kin. Although it has no soul, its blood is It’s first-rate strength.”

The skinny corpse raised its other hand and hammered Xiao Hu's body hard.

The small pot flew out, with several cracks bursting out from the body of the pot. The headless corpse's fist also cracked, splattering blood.

"It's so hard." Chapolili waved his hand, "It's harder than that warrior pot. Fortunately - this is not my own fist."

Xiao Hu turned over and fired out the fire fist again.This time he wandered around Chappoli, careful not to be caught.Two powerful bodies bombarded each other.

Xiaohu sank down, dug his legs into the soil, raised his arms and lowered his shoulders to block Shapolili's punch. At the same time, he ignored the sparks shooting out of his eyes and turned around to shake Shapolili's hand away. , seizing the opportunity, the fire fist struck the chest.

Shapolili's chest exploded, and half of his body was shattered and scattered on the ground.

Xiaohu gasped for a moment, and when he saw that the body was not moving, he turned around to go back.

In the distance, the air twisted slightly, and another headless corpse rushed out of the woods at an extremely fast speed, raising its fist to sneak attack behind him.

Xiao Hu spun around again, fist to fist, and pushed back the headless corpse.

Shapolili smiled: "I found two soulless demigods at once."

"Despicable villain." Xiaohu said, "You used this trick to kill Uncle Alexander."

Xiao Hu said, taking the lead in attacking.

After a long battle, Xiaohu had figured out Shapolili's path.Hammering Chapolili back again and again.

Chapolili said: "If you try so hard, it will break."

"You don't understand anything, 'Hu can't escape the fate of being destroyed.'" Xiao Hu said, "And I, 'til the last moment, am a warrior Hu!'"

"It's so nice to speak of filthy deeds." Chapolili said, "It is your insatiable warlike nature that makes the world full of pain and death. When you become a warrior, you will want to be a hero. Become a hero. Later, you will want to become a king. Life is an existence that will corrode the same kind, and you living pots are the embodiment of this rule."

Chapolili used life-threatening strikes regardless of his body, and Xiao Hu was not afraid. He roared and responded with the same fierce method. The increasingly obvious cracks on the body of the pot showed his anger.

Feeling Xiao Hu's anger, Chapolili continued to tease him with words:
"Your talent is better than those two mediocre people, so why do you care about those two losers?"

Hearing Chappoli's words, Xiaohu became angrier and his fists became more violent and dense. Finally, he broke through Chappoli's defense, shattered his legs with one punch, and sent him flying away.

"They are heroes, they are not mediocre!" Xiaohu punched Chapolili's limbs with one punch after another. He raised his fist high and hammered down hard.

"Because of them, I can beat you up!"

The headless corpse was punched through the abdomen and smashed into a boulder.

Chapolili was still laughing:
"Oh, they are mediocre, otherwise they would not die. And you, you are very powerful Xiaohu, but you are still a child after all - look around, are we a little far away from your companions?"

The little pot looked around. There were woods all around, and the live pots could no longer be seen.

Shapolili smiled: "Let me tell you a little knowledge - there are three wandering temples in Lienia. In other words, there are three corpses of soulless demigods. Guess where the third one is going ?”

Xiao Hu was startled and kicked Shapolili's abdominal cavity with both feet, using the opportunity to come back for help.

"Haha, you don't have a chance. It doesn't matter the timing, your body can't hold it anymore. Even if you fight head-on, you have no chance." Behind him, Chappoli said the last words before dying.

The little pot didn't care about anything else, smashed the forest trees one by one, and ran towards the living pot.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the live pots were still standing there uneasily and intact.

But at the next glance, he clearly saw another headless corpse on the other side of the woods, opposite the living pot, approaching everyone.

And the distance is closer than myself.

In the cervical section of the headless corpse, blazing fire began to brew, as if it was preparing to wipe out all the living pots present with one blow.

"Despair." Chapolili chuckled, and the madness surged out.

"No!" Xiaohu watched the roaring fire dragon plow towards everyone. The somewhat confused Xiaohu didn't even realize that he was being attacked.

But before the fire dragon, the purple mist exploded first.In the forest, in the lavender mist, the raging epileptic fire was suddenly weakened.

A young and ethereal blond figure walked from a distance, and wherever he passed, the epileptic fire was extinguished.

A silver-white water mirror stood in front of everyone, blocking the weakened epileptic fire.

"Oh, Lady Michaela, are you here?" Chappoli smiled, "Are you also coming to save these mediocre individuals who are not worth mentioning? Don't you understand yet, these mediocre individuals will only make people miserable? The world is in despair.”

The silver-white water mirror slowly shrank and merged into Michaela's body, causing the blond hair to swing.

"Chapolili, you have made several mistakes. Mediocre individuals are indeed fragile and stupid, but they are still life." Michaela said.

"So are all lives equal?" Chappoli smiled.

"So they still have vitality." Michaela said, "That precious vitality, those experiences and deep feelings will eventually become the nourishment of geniuses, and together with them, we will open up a new future."

“As a result, life continues to grow and becomes stronger,” Mikayla said.

"Naive theory, life will only destroy itself when it becomes too strong," Chappolili said. "It requires a true genius and a powerful 'one' to lead all life and melt it into one."

"That's another mistake of yours." Michaela said, "I've long been tired of hearing your arguments, not because you repeat them too much, but because -"

Michaela took out a delicate golden needle in her hand, reflecting the sharp golden light in her eyes:

"It's so mediocre."

(End of this chapter)