The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 428 I suck!

The dark pus whipped Mengge so hard that his entire body shattered into pieces.

Meng swung his spear and thrust again, piercing the amorphous pus, but it did not let the pus take half a step back. Instead, the flame on the spear ignited the pus, causing it to twist and howl crazily.

Monger found that the flame was useful, so he cut through the space again and poured the blood flame onto Pus. But after the pus was burned, he became even more frantic. He smashed Monger into the ice while holding the flames, and slapped him violently.

"Don't rely too much on flames." Wuming said, "Tame our essence, learn balance, and control it carefully, so that we can effectively contain it."

Monger probably couldn't hear it anymore. The amorphous pool of pus was driving Monger into the ground like a pile driver, and the explosions kept coming from the ground.

The explosion suddenly stopped, and another scream of pus came from the ground.

Immediately, an unprecedented burst of blood flames surged out from the ice. Meng rushed out of the ice. The wings behind his back had been broken. Blood flames rushed out from behind, like the wings of a firebird.

Large areas of blood rain brought a sea of ​​​​fire, which continued to burn the pus and quickly evaporated it.

"This one can't hold on." Wuming realized that Pus was about to lose. He thought that neither the flame nor the long sword had a very good effect on Mengge, so he raised his staff and took it out.

Just as the pus was wailing and being completely evaporated, Wuming shouted:

"Look this way, Eggplant."

The huge flow of magic power converged to one point, and a torrent of magic power rushed out from the staff, drowning Mengge.

The torrent of magic flooded Monger and spread to the far end to the end of his sight, forming a white line on the ice along the way.

By the time Wuming put down his staff, Mengge's figure had completely disappeared, leaving only a few black feathers untouched, slowly floating in the aftermath whirlwind caused by the torrent.

"As expected, attacks using magic power are quite effective."

Wuming put away his staff, walked to the coffin car, opened the door, sat on the edge of the car, and said to the giant cocoon inside:

"Okay, let's go back. Everyone in the Holy Tree misses you so much that they're going to explode."

Wuming leaned on the coffin and assumed a comfortable posture. The black cat seemed unable to bear the cold and jumped into Wuming's arms, enjoying the warmth:

"Why don't you go back? I went to the Holy Tree. You are right. The Holy Tree is indeed a good place to do business. You managed the place very well. Everyone misses you very much and is looking forward to your return home."

In the giant cocoon, Michaela chuckled:

"You want to earn more runes?"

"Yes." Wuming admitted frankly, "You are the best employee of our caravan now. We cannot live without you in our team."

Michaela was silent for a long time and said:

"Please leave. I have given you the sacred tree. You can get it anytime you want. I have my own plan..."

"What's the plan? Tell me." Wuming said, "I have a plan and an idea, and the caravan supports it, but I still need to explain it, otherwise how will I attract investment. As long as the prospects are good, I will help you."

Just as Michaela was hesitating, Meng climbed out of a pool of blood not far away:

"Of course it's to accumulate strength. You don't know anything."

Wuming looked over: "Are you still alive?"

Many of the ominous horns on Monger's body had been broken off, and his gorgeous and heavy clothes were completely torn. Like his brother, he was naked and bleeding profusely.

There was a clear dividing line between the injuries on his body. Half of his body was charred and black, while the other half looked much better. Wuming estimated that Mengge used his own blood to escape after being injured, so he behaved like this.

Looking at Meng Ge like this, Wuming probably found it difficult to walk. Unless he used the ritual again to recover from his injuries, it would be difficult for him to recover.

"Gather strength?" Wuming asked.

"You don't understand anything, I'm helping him..." Meng climbed on the ice, "You don't understand at all..."

"Help him?" Wuming looked at the deformed and ugly giant in the giant cocoon.

"Help him become an adult!" Meng shouted loudly, blood foam overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

"It's indeed a lot bigger." Wuming nodded.

Although Michaela's current body shape is skinny, her frame looks several times larger than Monger's.

Meng said: "You say you need the sacred tree, you need her, the caravan needs her... you are just a group of vampires!"

"You can eat shit, but you can't talk nonsense." Wuming sat up and said, "Although our caravan does have to suck some blood sometimes, I think the word vampire still seriously affects the reputation of our caravan - although we Now we don’t even have a trademark.”

"The Holy Tree is very rich, right? All weak people are blessed by Michaela." Meng said, "But do you know how the Holy Tree grows? Do you know how those people's blessings come from ?"

"I don't even know where the sun is, how could I know this?" Wuming said.

"That was poured out by Michaela with blood." Mengli gritted his teeth, "Without the blessing of the magic ring, it was built on the border far away from the golden tree. Michaela could only use his own holy blood and his own demigod His bloodline is used to pour the holy tree and ensure its growth. Do you understand? The blessings of those weak people were all made by Michaela cutting her own blood vessels and using drop by drop of blood!"

Mengge said sadly:

"Michaela loves all things and wants to build a holy city that embraces all things and saves all the miserable people in the world. But her young body cannot support such an ideal at all. Her physical strength makes her destined to be unable to complete her mission. Law.”

"Is that so?" Wuming asked Michaela.

Michaela nodded.

"Do you realize now? How much Michaela paid -"

"That's great." Wuming happily patted the giant cocoon, "Not bad, it looks like the sun."

Meng, covered in blood, gritted his teeth and crawled on the ice, leaving a trail of blood:

"You selfish guys will only ask for more... But my cursed blood is different. My cursed blood has powerful power. It can make her grow, make her an adult, and give her physical strength... Complete Her laws and her dreams. We are made for each other, Lady Michaela... loves me!"

"Really?" Wuming expressed doubt, "Look at you being beaten like this, he didn't even care about you. Instead, he told me to be careful."

Wuming looked at Mengge suspiciously:

"In the hundreds of years since you arrested him... you haven't heard a single good word about Mikaela, right?"

Meng was angry: "You are looking for death! You must be sick!"

Wuming glanced at the giant cocoon:

"But with your power, Mikaela, no matter who you help, you will be able to turn the situation around in an instant. Why did you hesitate when you didn't take action before? Is your plan to use Monger's power?"

Michaela nodded:

"It is undeniable that Meng's cursed blood has indeed made me stronger. Without Meng's cursed blood, I would not have been able to complete the Golden Needle. I need his power and cannot help you beat him."

Monger was overjoyed when he heard that his achievements were recognized by Michaela. If it wasn't so slippery, I would almost have to climb off the ice.

Wuming said: "But he is beaten so badly now, and you have no intention of helping him."

"I really can't forgive him," Michaela said.

Monger was stunned: "What are you talking about, dear Michaela, don't we have a lot of fun?"

"Monger." Michaela's voice became serious, "Cut me out of the sacred tree and let me be your partner. Do you know what this means?"

"It means you will become my god and I will become your king." Monger said, "We will build a new dynasty, a beautiful dynasty, where we can realize all our unfinished dreams -"

"After the Broken War, only two demigods can be left." Michaela said, "Your actions directly sentenced my sister to death."

"Because I can no longer let you sacrifice yourself to save your sister." Meng said, "Your physical strength is weak and you are destined to be unable to save her. But she is constantly consuming your mental energy. Only I, only I can give you what you need. strength."

The giant cocoon fell into a dead silence, and Michaela calmly said to Wuming: "Do you know why I didn't help Meng attack you?"

"Because you blame him." Wuming said.

"That's why I don't care about him." Michaela said, "And the reason why I don't help him attack you is because I like you."

"Oh?" Wuming smiled, "Really?"

"Yes, I love you the most, brother Wuming." Michaela's virtual image appeared again, the cute blond child hugged Wuming's knees and rubbed them like a cat.

"what!!!!"

Wuming had no reaction, and Mengge roared first, "Impossible, this is impossible!"

Meng rolled on the ground, staining the ice with blood.

Wuming has always been calm. Michaela's exaggerated performance cannot deceive any normal person, but it is obviously very harmful to Monger, who is mentally abnormal.

"Killing is heartbreaking." Wuming looked at Mengge, "As for using such lies to stimulate him."    "A lie..." Michaela smiled.

"Be careful if he does anything extraordinary." Wuming left the coffin, approached Mengge, and took out a sleeping pot.

As if aware of Wuming's approach, Meng rolled over and disappeared into the blood again.

Mengge appeared in the distance holding the holy spear, with blood shining in his one eye.

"It hurts, it hurts too much..."

Meng's trembling claws dug into his skull, and large swathes of scales and hard tumors were torn off by him. A steady stream of wounds appeared. Cursed blood flowed from the whole body, burning again, and more wounds appeared.

"Today, my hands tremble...Today, my heart aches...Why is this happening? I give everything, but I don't get the little love I want..."

Meng's voice trembled, suppressing the extreme pain: "Mother, I will sacrifice myself to you. Please help me kill my love rival."

Wuming and Michaela looked up at the same time, and a kind of realization enveloped their hearts. It seemed that some kind of existence had arrived, but it was invisible.

Use the intangible to show the hugeness.

Wuming felt that there was extreme pain in Mengge, and the invisible existence was absorbing his pain from Mengge and became excited.

In other words, become more active.

"Is this also in your plan?" Wuming turned around and asked Michaela.

"You shouldn't even be here in my plan," Michaela said.

"I feel like I am being pulled over by passers-by for no reason, just to get rid of someone who is said to be my partner." Wuming said, "But this is also a necessary procedure. After all, I really want your money tree. .One thing, I found that Monger was right——"

"You are actually able to pour out such a huge thing as the Holy Tree by yourself. Now you have to become a vampire." Wuming said, "You will do more when you go back. Are you stronger now?"

"Go back? Be more alert." Michaela said, "This invisible existence may be some kind of external god. I won't help you."

"I don't know what this thing is, but I always feel... it's quite friendly to me." Wuming stretched out his hand and touched the invisible thing that had covered everything around him.

Wuming was arrested again, but this time, no blood burst out.

Suddenly that invisible presence left, and the sense of oppression disappeared without a trace.

"What's going on?" Meng was stunned, "Mother? Mother! Respond to me! I am your favorite child!"

"Ah-" Wuming raised his hand, "Although the feeling is very vague, that thing seemed to like me quite a lot and left."

"How is it possible?" Mengge couldn't believe it. "What mother longs for is the wound. I, who was crazily attacked by countless people when I was a child, and was beaten to a bloody head, am her favorite... Impossible, mother is love mine……"

"I like whoever suffers more and causes more wounds...it's really weird." Wuming understood, "No wonder he likes me."

Wuming touched his arm and said to Mengge:

"Have you been attacked crazily by countless people since you were a child? We are really similar. I - I am also a pet peeve of dogs. Every dog ​​that passes by will bite me twice."

Wuming gave Meng a thumbs up and smiled brightly, seeming to be very proud of his achievements in an annoying field.

"I'll kill you!" Meng rushed towards Wuming with tears of blood.

"Michaela's love...mother's love...it was obviously me who came first..." Meng couldn't speak clearly and muttered vaguely.

Wuming was parrying Mengge's holy spear. Mengge's moves were out of order and he was just wasting his energy in vain.

"It feels so pitiful when I see it." Wuming said while fighting with Meng, "Michaela, can't you calm down his spirit? Even though this guy kidnapped you and left your sister near death, he is still going in and out of your body. It’s been out for hundreds of years.”

Wuming kicked Mengge over and continued:

"And he did help you grow up, wasn't he? He is also Menggert's younger brother. Kill this guy directly, and Lao Ge will still have to explain."

Although Wuming didn't want to kill Mengge, if he left it alone, he would soon bleed to death.

Meng used his own cursed blood to attack, destroying his body while attacking. After a fight, he almost lost weight, and several layers of skin and flesh were cut off from his body.

In this self-destructive way, Meng seemed to be longing for the invisible mother to look back.

"Okay." Wuming put a white circle on Mengge and asked him to stop. "Control your emotions, otherwise your body will collapse."

"That's exactly what mother longs for..." Meng attacked with his head down, raised his trident and smashed it repeatedly, and his blood vessels burst under the squeeze of his muscles.

"Then you are wrong." Wuming said, "Only by maintaining a balance can we sustainably create wounds."

Wumingyan was quick and quick, took a step forward, grabbed Mengge's holy spear, and threw him heavily to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.

Nameless clapped his hands:

"You can't go all out. How can you get hurt if you go all out? If you die, it will all be gone."

Meng felt that something was suddenly broken. He wanted to get up, but he no longer had the strength.

"Michaela... Michaela is mine...only belongs to me..."

Meng murmured, his vision blurred.

The ground suddenly shook.

After countless fierce attacks, as well as the baptism of flames by Mengge and Wuming, the ice surface had already been cracked layer by layer, and now it finally couldn't support it and began to collapse, sinking toward the unfrozen water surface.

The fighting had been taking place next to the coffin. The ice collapsed and the coffin immediately sank.

Wuming was about to fish it out, but Meng suddenly gained strength and rushed towards the coffin. He fell into the ice water and struggled to lift the coffin carriage above his head. The cold glacier water froze his hot cursed blood, and an unprecedented coldness appeared in Monger's body.

Suddenly, Meng felt the weight on his head lightened, and then heard the sound of water entering.

The blond hair spread in the ice water, and Michaela's blazing golden eyes stared at Monger.

"Michaela...I want to give you love..." Monger murmured.

"I can't say thank you to you. The damage you caused is indeed too great." Michaela's forehead was close to Meng's forehead, "But I know your feelings, your dedication, you have worked hard..."

Meng reached out and touched his cheek.

"You have always been smart, and you also know what I am looking for you to do." Michaela said.

"I do." Meng held Mikayla's palm, "I will not change my mind. Others will only ask for it from you, which is not love. Only I can give... take it, my cursed blood, My Great Rune. You will become the only demigod with two Great Runes, both a god and a human. You will realize our dream, you will become a god."

Wuming stood on the broken ice and looked at the water where the coffin was sinking.

A golden cocoon of light glows underwater.

Something was gestating beneath the surface.

"Is this his plan..."

Wuming felt a familiar wave spread, and then the light cocoon dissipated.

A golden figure slowly floated up, slender, graceful, and flawless. The veil of light gathered on the naked body, showing a translucent texture with the body.

This figure is reminiscent of the holy Malika.

This figure is walking on the water.

Stepping onto the water with bare feet, golden ripples refracted along the nearby ice, forming a glow.

Wuming narrowed his eyes and tilted his head back slightly, looking solemn.

He was dazzled by the golden light.

(End of this chapter)