The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 437 Michaela’s golden needle is crooked

When Michaela and Wuming returned to the Holy Tree, the people in the Holy Tree fell into a strange silence.

Their beloved Holy Son has become like this. Although it is true that Wuming said that he is not disgusted with it, it still takes a while to accept this change.

However, for the ugly races that are common in the Holy Tree, Michaela will become closer to her in the future after becoming like this.

Millicent didn't react until Wuming followed Serui's guidance and found the room where Millicent was.

She was already wearing clothes, and it was Serui who cut off the chains and rescued her, because there was no longer any need to worry about corrupt relatives.

Millicent sat with her legs together, leaning on the fungus blanket, looking at Marlenia sleeping not far away, with mixed emotions.

Michaela deprived her of her mission, and she hesitated.

If she could, of course she didn't want to die, but when she thought that Malenia had absorbed the other four sisters, if she didn't blend in, would Malenia's heart completely turn to corruption?

Thinking that he was a fragment from Malenia, it was appropriate for him to return now. Your own will and memory should also be retained.

But at that time, will I still be myself...

Corruption will erode memory, and the will actually comes from Marlenia. Perhaps there has never been a "self", it is just an illusory free will.

Michaela and Wuming entered the room through the broken wall and saw Millicent staring at Marlenia, confused and confused.

Michaela said: "Then the kid likes you."

"People will always like people who save themselves, and I do the same." Wuming said, "But there is no need for such heavy emotions - it is best if people can fall in love with other people's world more freely and easily."

Michaela said: "Originally, I thought Millicent would blend in with my sister, and then my sister would naturally have a crush on you. It would be smooth to match you two, but now..."

Millicent noticed the arrival of the two people and looked at Mikaela. She was first shocked by Mikaela's appearance, and then calmed down:

"Uncle, why do you want to stop me? Do you have a better way?"

"So there is..." Michaela said.

"What does it mean to have something?"

Michaela said: "Sacrifice the sacred tree."

"What?" Millicent was shocked, "No!"

A memory originating from her blood almost forced her to blurt it out.

Familiarity and attachment gave rise to a strong reluctance, which made Millicent refuse. She knew that it was Marlenia's idea.

Millicent herself didn't want to see this. She also spent some time in the Holy Tree and saw the happiness and beauty of this place. Even the nameless caravan has a smooth sailing here.

"Even the teacher wouldn't be willing." Millicent looked at Wuming, trying to gain his support.

Wuming looked really unsupportive, with large swaths of pus flowing out of the helmet peephole.

But since he showed such reluctance, it also meant that Wuming had already expressed his stance.

Wuming held Mikaela's big hand:

"You must earn more runes for me elsewhere."

"No problem," Michaela said.

"Your wife, I will support her." Wuming promised Mikaela with tears in his eyes.

Michaela said: "My sister is not my wife."

"I thought you would marry your sister sooner or later." Wuming said, "Isn't that just a wife and people?"

"During the Broken War, this may indeed be the case. Now that we have you, we don't need to be in that dilemma. So it's my sister, my sister and my people." Michaela corrected him.

"Then you, my sister, will I raise her?" Wuming Congshan Ruliu.

"Do you agree?" Millicent listened to the conversation between the two in shock, "You want to abandon the sacred tree?"

"I agree no matter what." Wuming said, "The holy tree belongs to Michaela, not mine. So what if I don't agree."

"So many people are looking forward to your return, but you decide to destroy the Holy Tree after you return?" Millicent said, "I won't agree!"

Millicent stood up inspired by a surge of momentum: "In that case, you might as well let me be absorbed."

Michaela nodded in agreement: "Well, you were absorbed - and then what?"

"Then?" Millicent didn't know what Michaela meant, "Then... return the will, self-respect and discipline that belongs to Marlenia..."

"Returning it, what's the point?"

"How could it be meaningless?" Millicent asked urgently, "She has found her will. Isn't that the most important thing?"

Michaela turned to Wuming and said:

"This child is indeed very strong-willed, quite like my sister. You were right when you said she is determined."

Michaela sighed: "He's just too stupid. It seems he didn't inherit much of his sister's brains."

"He's still a child." Wuming said, "Maybe it's because of his innocence that he can keep his true heart."

"That may be true, but children are children after all, and it is not the children's turn to change the world yet," Mikayla said.

"It's different when you grow up." Wuming said, "You suddenly look down on children?"

Michaela gave Wuming an angry look:

"You clearly know what I mean."

Millicent didn't know what it meant. She was at a loss now. She became even more confused as she watched the two people she respected the most talking to each other fluently:

"What do you mean?"

Michaela squatted down and looked at Millicent:

"Millicent, have you ever thought that before you were born and you were still a part of my sister, didn't she still have her will and discipline? But at that time - why did she, as determined as you, still choose to abandon her? Where is the commandment, the big scarlet flower blooming?”

"Ah..." Millicent was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to answer, "Because corruption will erode people's will?"

"So it's meaningless." Michaela said, "Even if you return her discipline, self-esteem, and will, you will only return to the original point. As long as she remains corrupt, she will not be able to escape the fate of blooming. The flowers will definitely Bloom, and she—you, although you are relying on your will to delay the time of blooming, you can't stop it after all."

Michaela glanced at Wuming:

"According to a certain cruel businessman, in this situation, we should face the future bravely and bloom bravely."

Wuming said: "I'm just pursuing better and more stable results. It depends on the situation."

Michaela touched her bald head and shed a few layers of dead skin: "This involves legal interpretation."

He stepped on the corrupt fungus carpet under his feet and the sacred branches attached to the fungus carpet:

"It depends on the situation. The Holy Tree is a parasitic existence on me and my sister. The two will disappear and the other will rise, and in the end only one will remain."

"How could..." Millicent murmured.

"Do you know how the holy tree grows?" Michaela said, stretching out her arm, "I poured and irrigated it with my blood. And blood is destined to bring corruption. The fallen leaves return to their roots, and the tree must grow. , it is also inseparable from corruption. With just my power, the Holy Tree will be like me, never able to grow."

"The Law of Reincarnation..." Millicent remembered the words spoken by the Corrupt Familiar.

"Yes, the law of reincarnation." Michaela said, "The Corruption Families are sure that their laws are correct, because... they are indeed correct. As long as life in this world still exists, the corruption and corruption that accompany life will Wounds, madness...are immortal."

"Is there no other way?" Millicent asked, "For example, treat her and deliver more vitality to her..."

"Her corruption is caused by too much vitality." Michaela looked at the sleeping Marlenia, "My sister is a more talented demigod than me. I still need to study and study, but she only relies on The body realized the law. Her big rune should have been the most sacred one. The strongest Tianzi, the most sacred big rune... What was exchanged was the corruption of prosperity and decline. "

Michaela grabbed Marlenia, as if showing off her most proud toy:

"You can compete with Latan with just one arm. My sister is very powerful, right?"

"I think you value your beloved sister too much," Millicent said. "I don't think she is willing to sacrifice the sacred tree for herself. This place carries not only you, but also her dream. Besides, she gave it up As for her own precepts, shouldn't she be allowed to reflect on them?"

"Reflect on what?" Michaela asked, "For me, did she blossom and release corruption in Galid? After reflecting, won't she bloom again for me? If reflection cannot bring about change, reflection still has Is it necessary? Will people accept that kind of introspection?"

"Millicent, I said, you are lucky." Michaela said, "The reason you are luckier than my sister is that you made the same choice as her, but you succeeded."

"Same choice?" said Millicent. "I didn't bloom—"

"If Wuming uses despicable means that you didn't expect at all to stimulate your despair, will you blossom?" Michaela asked.

Millicent raised her head: "No!" "Then if I try my best to induce your despair or charm you, will you bloom a big scarlet flower for me?" Michaela's eyes flashed with a ghostly light.

Millicent's eyes were a little confused:

"I can……"

Millicent's eyes suddenly cleared up, and she was horrified by her own words:

"What was I just saying - but... but you wouldn't deceive me like that. If I am being deceived by you, there is nothing I can do about it..."

"I don't know how. What if you encounter those beings who are as troublesome as me?" Michaela raised her finger, "For example... Chapolili."

"Chapolili?"

"You chose to save Wuming, didn't you?" Michaela said. "In the dream, you made a very good choice. You saved Wuming. But honestly, did you foresee this result? You don't need to answer, I Monitoring your thoughts, I know that you gave up killing Wuming with the intention of dying together."

Michaela faced Millicent and said those words again:

"So, you are indeed my sister's clone. You will make the same choice. Even if that choice may bring disaster to the world."

"...No, I'm different from her..." Millicent found it hard to accept.

Michaela said calmly:

"Although this is too much to say - niece, you are not qualified to criticize my sister, nor can you make her better, let alone make the situation better. From what standpoint do you want to criticize her? Criticism Is she not as lucky as you, or are you criticizing her for not being as courageous as you, that she only dares to bet on Galid, unlike you who can bet on the safety of the whole world?"

Michaela laughed self-deprecatingly:

"What's the use of having will alone? Who among the demigods doesn't have a strong will? Larkard is willing to be swallowed by a big snake, and even Grek has a strong will. Fate will only laugh at our will and make us dignified. Sweeping the floor is a mess.”

"How could..." Millicent felt weak and sat slumped on the ground.

"Stop scolding, stop scolding, the child is going to cry." Wuming smiled and went over to help Millicent, "Having a strong will is at least worthy of recognition. Luck is also a part of strength."

"The lucky one is not her, but you." Michaela said, "Only you are outside the predetermined destiny. Only you have the opportunity to change our destiny - I want to abandon my sacred tree and change the destiny of my sister. And the fate of the people on the sacred tree is left to you."

Michaela spread her hands to Wuming:

"Bring me my golden needle, and I will expel the outer god from my sister's body."

"Okay, here you go." Wuming took out a small box from his arms and handed it to Michaela.

Michaela held the small box between her hands and prayed for a smooth expulsion:

"The demons and ghosts leave quickly, the demons and ghosts leave quickly..."

After opening the box and taking out the needle, Michaela raised her hand:

"God of Corruption, get out of my sister's body quickly!"

He casually placed his palm on Marlenia's chest, and another golden needle flew out from Marlenia's heart. At the same time, the full version of the golden needle immediately followed, ready to take over its original position.

"Ah, by the way, does it matter if the needle is crooked?" Wuming asked Michaela.

"Huh?" Michaela tilted her head, her eyes widened, but she couldn't stop her hands.

The golden needle sank into the Valkyrie's heart.

"What did you say?" Michaela's voice trembled.

"It's only bent a little." Wuming said.

Michaela looked at Wuming and then at her sister.

He held his head and cried to the sky:

"Ah! My golden needle is bent!"

"What will happen?" Wuming asked, "Is there still a chance to remedy it? For example, replace this one again, repair it and insert it again?"

Michaela whispered:

"Honestly, I can't foresee what will happen... maybe it will make her crazy..."

As Michaela was talking, Marlenia suddenly took a breath of cold air and woke up from her dream and sat up.

The three people around them subconsciously stared at Marlenia, judging her reaction.

"It seems... quite stable?" Wuming said.

"Marlenia?" Michaela tentatively called her sister's name.

"Brother?" Marlenia spoke for the first time, her voice full of mature charm. She couldn't see, so she could only listen.

"It's me!" Michaela said excitedly, "I'm back!"

"No, brother, that's not the voice." Marlenia covered her forehead.

"My voice has become a little thicker..." Michaela didn't know how to explain. His body grew larger and his voice lost the sweetness it had in the past, leaving only rough and hoarse.

Marlenia ducked in front of Mikaela, stretched out her hand, as if to touch Mikaela.

She touched Mikaela's knees, which were full of pits and as rough as coral stone.

"What is this..." Marlenia was shocked and angry, "No, you are not Michaela!"

"It's a long story." Michaela said, "In short, this is a sacrifice made to save you."

"Sacrifice?" Marlenia whispered.

Wuming chatted: "Yes, your brother even sacrificed the sacred tree to save you."

"Sacrifice the Holy Tree?" Marlenia was stunned.

Hearing Michaela's rough voice, touching the rotten skin, and learning that the "Holy Tree" Michaela was going to sacrifice the Holy Tree...

Marlenia froze on the spot for a few seconds, then screamed and went crazy.

The wall shattered again, and Marlenia had disappeared into the room. The meteor streaked across the sacred tree and returned to the bottom of the sacred tree.

Michaela and Wuming looked at each other speechless.

"It's all your fault!" Michaela took the lead in throwing the blame. "My sister went crazy because she used a crooked golden needle."

"I don't think it's my fault. You're obviously as ugly as your sister." Wuming took the blame.

"Then it's still up to you!" Michaela said angrily, "No matter what, you go and deal with this mess."

"How to deal with it?" Wuming said.

"She's awake now. She woke up directly from my dream. I can't hypnotize her anymore. I can only beat her to her knees first, and I will take the opportunity to replace her with a new golden needle." Michaela picked up the needle. Another golden needle that was originally in Marlenia's body was completely repaired.

"Okay, I'll hold her down." Wuming said, "Millicent, you go back and recuperate first—"

Wuming looked in the direction of Millicent, but found that Mi Ying was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's Millicent?" Wuming asked.

"It seems that I was just...taken down by Marlenia."

Wuming thought for a while, maybe the two of them looked so similar that he saw Millicent as an afterimage.

"Will it absorb Millicent?" Wuming was alert.

"That's not a bad idea," Michaela said. "You have to hurry up."

Wuming stopped talking nonsense and jumped out along the broken wall, falling to the bottom of the holy tree.

(End of this chapter)