The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 446 Black Knight?
A pool of blood suddenly appeared out of nowhere outside the royal city.

In front of the blood pool, ten people stood side by side.

In addition to these ten people, there are also a spider, a snake man, and two demigods.

It was rare for Laya to transform into a snake person in front of so many strangers. She was quite shy and awkward. She pulled at Tanis's dress, feeling a little at a loss.

"Be good, Laya. This will save you money on bus tickets." Tanis touched Laya's head. "We can't take up too many seats. It will cause trouble for your Uncle Wuming."

"It's okay. The room wasn't full anyway." Patch looked at the candidates.

There are only eight people in the caravan this time
Tanis, Roger, Fia, Colin, and Greg are the people recommended by the caravan.

Moore, Reda, and a silent monk with a big hat named Dan, who is Michaela's man.

Millicent and Ceremony wanted to go over and take a look, but Mikaela refused. He was worried that the corrupt followers of Shadowland might see Millicent and repeat the kidnapping of Millicent, causing more trouble. And Millicent's force was not necessary.

As for Se Lian, he had something to do temporarily, and seemed to have been called away by Se Rui to deal with another matter. He could not be the first wave of advance guards.

All in all, only eight people came out of Patch's shop, plus a snake man and a giant spider.

The other two were from the two sons of bad omens.

Lance Sanx, as Monget's confidant, was sent here as a fighting force and also as Monget's eyes. At this time, Monget, who was hammering beside her, seemed reluctant.

And next to the blood pool, a pure-blood knight stood beside the blood pool.

The pure-blooded knight wore an old sage's mask, with a gray beard extending from under the mask, and he looked no longer young. The slim black leather jacket and gold embroidery on his body maintained the consistent beauty and style of the Blood Dynasty. Although his beard was gray, he put his hands behind his back and stood straight, like a strong pine tree.

The old sage saw Michaela and bowed respectfully, his voice old and gentle:
"Master Mikaela, it's been a while since we last met. Thank you for setting an old soldier like me free."

"It's just a buy one get one free deal. Mung has already been released, so it would be unreasonable for me to keep you." Michaela gave the old sage a deep look. "What bloody conspiracy is he planning? He actually sent you."

The old sage looked at Michaela humbly:
"You are too kind. I am just an old and weak soldier now, with only a little experience accumulated over the years to help. I came here on my own initiative, and I am not ungrateful. Since the person you are looking for helped us get rid of your charm, I will do my best. In the Shadow Land, the power of blood should be able to help you, and you also need a guide to come back."

Patch keenly noticed that there was something wrong with the atmosphere between the old soldier and Michaela. He also noticed that Michaela's Golden Needle Knight Leida looked at the old soldier and tightened the hilt of the sword at her waist.

Even through the gap in the helmet, Patch could feel the murderous intent in the female knight's eyes.

It was obvious that they knew each other and had a festival together.

Patch stretched out one of his spider legs and poked Leida, and asked:
"Who?"

"Anpahe, the former leader of the pure-blooded knights of the Blood Dynasty." Leida's voice was stern, "He once tore Master Michaela apart with his blood blade. He is the most threatening person in the Blood Dynasty."

Michaela and Ampah looked at each other for a moment and smiled:

"Want to challenge me again?"

"I dare not," said Ampah. "When you were a child, I was defeated. Now I am old, and you are mature."

“But there’s still passion in your eyes,” Michaela said.

An Pah said: "Lord Mong woke up, but he still didn't forget that burning dream. I had to force myself to remember it. After all, that lord is the king I swore allegiance to."

Mikaela smiled and said, "Not only am I passionate, but I am also a little concerned. When you come back, I will use my halo to smite your sickle."

A gleam of light flashed in the eyes beneath the Ampah mask:
“You’ve really changed.”

Michaela clapped her hands: "Okay, go ahead and focus on the current situation. Your goal is to find this person."

He handed the pyroxene crystal to everyone. After activating it, an image would appear, recording Wuming's knight's armor, sword and shield.

"Is this the unknown warrior who did me a favor? He indeed has an extraordinary temperament, but doesn't he have his real appearance?" Ampah asked.

Mikaela shook her head: "Without his true appearance, his face cannot be drawn. But I think you can find him even without his appearance. His temperament will lead you to find him. That temperament is very different from that in the borderland, and it must be particularly conspicuous in the Shadow Land."

"Temperament..." Ampah pondered over what Michaela said and nodded, "We will complete the mission, Master Michaela - please."

As Ampah spoke, he presided over the blood pool teleportation, sending himself and other companions away.

For a moment, only Mongette and Michaela were left.

"Okay, Brother Mongert, they are just the advance troops." Michaela said, "Let's go and discuss it in detail. Let's come to an agreement as soon as possible so that we can bring the main force over."

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On Wuming's side, the soldiers cheered as the horse neighed.

"The Lord Black Knight is coming!" the soldiers roared, their fighting spirit growing stronger.

Wuming was also startled when he heard the name, and hurriedly distanced himself from the soldier. Fortunately, he was now naked, so he jumped three feet high, rolled a few times, and distanced himself from the soldier.

Wuming no longer cared about the soldiers and stared at the place where the horses were neighing.

The jungle shook violently, and a horse flew over the grass and stood out from the crowd.

The warhorse is covered in armor, which is made of black iron and decorated with gold, luxurious and heavy. A knight sits on the horse, and the whole body armor and the armored horse are integrated, all made of black iron and decorated with gold.

The knight held a sledgehammer that was half the size of his body, and as his horse galloped, it made a sound of breaking through the air, as heavy and terrifying as a battering ram.

When Wuming saw the black-armored knight, he immediately became alert, raised his shield with both hands, and blocked it with all his strength.

The warhorse leaped high, and the huge hammer smashed down, landing on the nameless shield.

Wuming was pushed back a few steps by the momentum and shook his arms.

Although the shield was not broken, his hand was numbed by the shock. Wuming could feel a divine power penetrate deep into his hand through the shield, corroding his fragile arm.

"You are the Black Knight?" Wuming grinned, "You do have the power of the Black Knight. But you are not black enough."

The Black Knight ignored Wuming's nonsense and said, "Are you the horned man who can summon spirits? Your horns are indeed quite big, very good. I didn't expect that you can still make military achievements today."

The black knight rode his horse towards Wuming, bent down, and raised the sledgehammer to Wuming's chest.

This time, Wuming did not rush to raise his shield. Instead, he straightened his chest and raised his head, staring at the warhorse, with a flash of chaotic fire in his eyes.

The warhorse immediately neighed, stood up, threw the black knight off its back, and ran off on its own.

"What a poor physique I have." Wuming accepted his fate of being without a horse with tears in his eyes. He stepped forward with his sword in hand, ready to strike the Black Knight as soon as he landed.

After taking a few steps forward, Wuming subconsciously raised the shield again.

The black knight was thrown off his horse by surprise, but twisted his body in mid-air, using the inertia of the hammer to adjust his posture, and the hammer still smashed towards Wuming, and the wind from the hammer flattened the grass on the ground. Wuming blocked it with his shield, and his body paused, and was forced to stop.

He wanted to charge and attack again, but found that the ground touched by the hammer wind was shining with holy light. Wuming pressed down the shield again and jumped back lightly, avoiding the subsequent holy light attack.

"You use the shield well," said the Black Knight.

At this time, he had adjusted his posture and stood up. Not only did he have a sledgehammer in his hand, but he also had a large shield that surrounded his entire left side of his body.

"Good use of the hammer." Wuming replied, readying his sword and shield.

The two fought again, the Black Knight wielding his hammer with great force, unstoppable. Wuming tried not to rely on the shield anymore, relying on his light body without clothes, constantly moving around, dodging attacks, observing, and looking for opportunities.

Wuming has noticed that the Black Knight's hammer will shed holy light when it is swung, and the holy light will explode on the ground with a fixed delay. This makes up for the disadvantage of the hammer's attack speed, forming an endless attack that makes it difficult to find flaws.

"But the rhythm changes are fixed." Wuming muttered to himself.

He dodged the sledgehammer by stepping sideways, jumped up, avoided the holy light on the ground, and slashed at the black knight's helmet with his sword.

Before the sword fell, Wuming saw that the black knight had raised the shield in his left hand.

It was not meant to resist the attack, but to beat him to death.

Wuming looked at the black iron shield that was like a city wall and felt bad. Although he could chop it down with his sword, he could not stop the opponent's shield attack.

"Oh, never mind. This body is really inconvenient." Wuming said calmly, "It's just right to die and cancel the transformation."

Wuming swung his sword and chopped down, waiting for the fate of this fragile body to be shattered.

But when he swung the sword down, Wuming was surprised to find that the sword made the black knight stagger, and even the black iron shield was tilted, so he was not hit.

"Hey, wait." Wuming suddenly felt a sense of disobedience.

He did not raise his sword again, but instead raised his shield and struck the black knight with it.

The Black Knight then staggered again, his body twisting.

"That's not right!" Wuming suddenly shouted, "Are you the Black Knight?"

"What's wrong?" The Black Knight was defeated repeatedly by Wuming. He looked a little embarrassed and his voice was filled with annoyance.

"Are you the Black Knight?" Wuming asked again.

"If I'm not, then are you?" The Black Knight glared at him.

"You are a hammer black knight!" Wuming was excited, indignant, and righteous, "Are black knights as soft as you? You can't stand up straight after being hit? You are not black enough!"

Wuming spoke so confidently that the Black Knight became a little unsure: "Should the Black Knight... be very black?"

"Of course!" Wuming looked at the Black Knight with increasing suspicion, "Are you the Black Knight?"

"I think I am!" The Black Knight was annoyed when he found out that his knighthood was denied.

Wuming sneered disdainfully:
"Humph, you use such a big hammer, and I thought you were some peerless black knight. Your clothes are all fancy and gold-edged. Black iron will be enough. Why add gold? A black knight should be dressed in black. Your purity is too low!"

The Black Knight became angry when he saw the shriveled man with a sheep's head and horns pointing at him so arrogantly.

He took a step forward and rushed forward, with the black hammer smashing down on his head.

Wuming stopped dodging and blocked with his shield, then slashed down with his long sword, almost cutting through the black knight's armor. The black knight raised his shield to defend himself, but Wuming kicked him and kicked the shield away.

The black knight with his chest wide open did not receive a fatal blow from Wuming, who simply grabbed the tip of his shield and kept poking him, interrupting his movements precisely every time before he was about to exert force.

"Can you do it, thin dog?" Wuming leaned up and pressed the black knight so hard that he couldn't breathe. "Be careful."

Wuming discovered that the Black Knight was not as powerful as he had imagined, and immediately became cocky. He used his shield to beat the Black Knight, forcing him to retreat step by step and spit out blood.

The sound of breaking air was heard again around him. Wuming squatted down and raised his shield, only to feel his wrist shaking violently and the ground beneath his feet cracking, sinking all the way to his ankles.

The soldiers from before had already surrounded them, their axes stuck on their shields.

"You are playing dirty, gang fight." Wuming's hands were numb, "You guys are more powerful with an axe than with a hammer, is that reasonable?"

The Black Knight covered his chest, spat out a mouthful of blood, and smiled miserably: "This war has no honor to speak of, and there is no need to be moral when dealing with a horned man like you."

The soldiers surrounded Wuming and attacked him fiercely, and it seemed that his shield would not hold up.

Wuming wanted to repeat the same trick and yell again, but he was too lazy to do so.

After all, the dragon man's body couldn't adapt well, so being chopped into meat paste and then restored to its previous form was a good thing.

Thinking of this, Wuming removed his shield, lay on the ground, gave up resistance, and prepared to die early and be reborn.

The axe hit his body, and the stone-hard scales gradually shattered, blood spurted out, bones broke, and flesh turned to mud. Under the continuous impact, Wuming only felt that the scene in front of his eyes began to turn blood red.

Then the blood-red suddenly exploded, bringing up the blood of the soldiers.

"Huh?" Wuming felt that the number of axes falling on his body decreased, and soon he stopped being attacked.

"Bloody monster!" the soldiers shouted and immediately dispersed, leaving Wuming alone in the blood mist.

His body was basically half-crippled and unable to move, wrapped in blood mist. Wuming couldn't see the outside clearly. He could only hear the sound of fighting and feel the blood mist eroding his body, drilling into his body, gnawing at his body everywhere.

"It's a bit like the Blood Dynasty's moves." Wuming thought, "In such a desolate place, they are still fighting each other. It's quite chaotic."

Just as he was daydreaming, Wuming felt his body being carried out and then flying away from the battlefield at a high speed.

Wuming wanted to ask a question, but found that his throat had been smashed and had not recovered yet. He could only spit out blood foam when he spoke.

After an unknown amount of time, he entered a cave and was lowered to the ground.

Now he could finally see clearly the people in the cave and the people who brought him here.

None of them were people I knew, but it seemed like they all had some common traits.

They all have horns on their heads.

"Comrade, take a rest first, we will apply medicine for you right away." The man who brought him over seemed to have a caterpillar on his head, and his voice was muffled, covering Wuming's face.

(End of this chapter)