The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 452: Holy War Badge
"Wuhu!"

High in the sky, the wings of the ritual bird of death blocked out the sun, and on its wings stood a priest holding a ritual spear guarding the bird.

And on the twisted spine of the death ritual bird, a man wrapped in bandages and with huge horns like tree roots on his head is waving his arms and shouting.

"It's so fun to have a vehicle!" Wuming cheered and danced on the spine of the death ritual bird.

The Death Ritual Bird felt pain and fell slightly, but its huge wings were enough to keep it flying without any major deformation.

Taking advantage of this, Wuming finally returned to the top of the cliff and flew straight to the northwest - the Tower Town of Barrett.

It is called a town, but in fact the buildings are quite magnificent. Even if you are in the sky and look down at the buildings, you can still feel their grandeur.

The buildings of the Horned People have many twisted columns, and spiral decorations appear everywhere in the buildings.

Behind the Tower Town, there is a huge spiral tower, standing tall and upright. It is so huge that it is not inferior to the golden tree and the full moon. However, the spiral is blocked by the shadow and cannot be seen clearly.

Looking at the giant tower in the shadows, Wuming thought about how much effort he had put into rebuilding the royal city, but even the foundation was not yet completed.

The Horned People were able to accomplish such a great feat; the Tower Nation is by no means a simple civilization.

The dead bird fell in front of the city gate. Wuming jumped down and stood on the ground. Looking down at the tower town from a human body, he could feel its towering grandeur even more.

As soon as his attention was attracted by Ta Zhen, the Death Ritual Bird rolled and crawled backwards, flapped its wings, and immediately moved away from Wuming.

Wuming didn't chase it either. It was a forced melon in the first place, and there was no way for him to tame the bird of death. If he didn't kill it, he would still have a chance to tame it, but if he killed it, he would really have no mount.

Now his mind was not on the mount, but on the Tower Town in front of him.

Climbing up the stairs, Wuming pushed open the door and entered the Tower Town.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a bunch of big insects rushing towards me.

Wuming took two steps back and observed the insect.

The insect has several very long legs, and when it walks, its leg joints are raised high, just like a spider.

But the insect has a tail with a stinger hanging high on its back.

When Wuming saw the sting, he smiled with relief.

That was exactly the part he saw in the black soup, proving what the Horned People said was true. This must be where the scorpion soup was produced.

Wuming looked at the insects that were flying towards him and was immediately filled with pity. He was careful not to damage the fragile ingredients, bypassed their attacks, and entered the inner layer of the tower town.

As he walked into Ta Town, Wuming smelled a burnt smell, and the familiar black ash and smoked horned man appeared before his eyes again.

Apparently, this place was also bloodbathed by Messermo's soldiers, but now there are scattered people here and there, and there is already some popularity. The black-horned people here are stronger than those seen before.

Wuming relied on the big horns on his head to walk smoothly in Ta Town. Basically, those people with horns walked on their own and did not dare to look closely at him, a man with huge horns.

Wuming didn't want to communicate with anyone either. He planned to look around first. If he couldn't find the recipe, he would ask someone else.

The recipe was right in front of him, and he didn't want to reveal the secret as soon as he opened his mouth, or get into a fight with others.

They were not afraid of a fight, but from Wuming's observation, these horned people were all very stubborn and would rather die than surrender. They wanted to overthrow the golden tree with their little strength. If he robbed it by force, he would probably not be able to get the recipe he wanted.

He put his hands behind his back and observed every corner of Tower Town, looking for any signs of cooking.

Ordinary people can indeed find vegetables, fruits and bread, but they never find scorpions.

In an ordinary household, there seemed to be no signs of stewing or cooking, and he also saw no signs of using a stove or a furnace.

I was stealing bread and rummaging around in a family's kitchen when I inadvertently saw a tall tower in the distance from the window, with thin smoke wafting out.

"Here it comes." Wuming's eyes lit up.

Without caring about the bread in his mouth, Wuming jumped out of the window and ran in that direction.

Turning the corner, he bumped into someone with a bang. Wuming's now thin body was bounced away and fell on his butt, with a lot of ashes on his back.

After falling to the ground, Wuming felt sore all over and couldn't help feeling a little chilled.

The pain in the front and the back was the same, which meant that the thing I had just hit was as hard and solid as the rock under my butt, without any deformation or cushioning, like a sturdy fortress.

The steadfast fortress did not stop and soon came into Wuming's sight.

A majestic mixed-horned head crown, a human-faced armor, broad arms, and under the khaki shawl, pieces of iron shaped like muscles are pieced together to form a solid armor.

In his hands were two large curved swords with jagged bodies and angular barbs on the blades, like two serrated knives.

With every step he took, the dust on the ground would fly three inches away.

Wuming patted his butt and got up, looking at this guy cautiously. Although no one introduced him, Wuming had guessed the other person's identity when he saw the horn on the crown that was not much smaller than his own.

A true horn warrior.

No wonder Master Daweihu felt that he was too thin to look like a horn warrior. The physique of the guy in front of him was quite majestic.

The most troublesome thing is that if the opponent is a horn warrior, he will not dare to look at himself carefully.

Will it be exposed? Wuming was a little nervous.

The horned warrior observed for an instant and bent down slightly.

Salute? Maybe it's because my horns are bigger...

Just as Wuming was thinking, the horned warrior kicked the ground, turned sideways and charged towards his face with his elbow slightly bent.

Wuming felt like he was hit by a carriage and flew out directly, jumped over the stairs under him, rolled a few times, and stopped in front of a tree.

The horned warrior strode forward, waving the two swords in his hands like a whirlwind, and slashed towards the nameless head.

Wuming ducked and dodged nimbly, then supported himself on the ground with his hands and kicked the mid-corner warrior in the abdomen.

The horn warrior didn't move at all, he swung his hands back and chopped at Wuming's legs, but Wuming kicked hard again and rolled to avoid it.

Standing up, Wuming looked at the Horned Warrior and exclaimed:
"Black Knight, you are the Black Knight!"

Wuming dodged the attack of the Horned Warrior and tried to stab him from behind, but the thick armor covered all the gaps, completely avoiding the possibility of a sneak attack from behind. The Horned Warrior turned around and slashed, cutting Wuming's chest, and blood seeped out of the bandage.

Wuming covered his chest, the light was healing, and he grinned:

"Hiss... Stronger than the Black Knight."

The horned warrior continued to attack with heavy steps, not retreating a single step, like a wild bull, silent and powerful.

Flames ignited in Wuming's hands. Unlike the previous blazing flames, this time the flames were black, and the black color was flowing in the flames.

Wuming fought and retreated, while throwing out fireballs continuously, hitting the Horned Warrior with a dull sound. The black fireballs seemed to have weight, burning and deflated the armor.

After discovering the black fireball used by Wuming, the Horned Warrior attacked more fiercely. His eyes flashed red and he swung his swords like crazy.

After throwing several fireballs, Wuming dodged a jump attack from the Horned Warrior and pressed a fireball into the Horned Warrior's chest. The fireball exploded, and finally the Horned Warrior's rock-like body shook, and he knelt on the ground.

Wuming took the opportunity to kick him again and finally kicked him out.

"This Horned Warrior is really hard to beat." Wuming wiped his sweat and shouted to the Horned Warrior, "Hey, I'm not here to cause trouble, I just come to eat, can we make peace?"

The horned warrior struggled to get up in silence, still ready to charge again.

The tip of the spear pierced through the horned warrior's chest from behind, and a burst of fire immediately erupted, burning the horned warrior's internal flesh.

This time, the horned warrior finally lost all his life and fell to the ground with a loud bang.

Wuming looked at the person behind the horned warrior.

He had a bowl-cut blond hair, a red robe, and a light iron armor covering his body. In his hand was a spiral spear-like weapon, also made of dark red and silver iron.

"Thank you." Wuming waved to the unknown knight, "You are also a Sun Warrior, helping others when you see injustice?"

The blonde with the pot-cut hair frowned:
"I am the Knight of Fire. What kind of new heresy is the Warrior of the Sun? This is a filthy land, and the filth is really endless."

Wuming was displeased when he heard this and started yelling, "How can the Sun Warrior be filthy? You made a rash statement without knowing the Sun Warrior. I want you to apologize immediately!"

The pot-covered man ignored Wuming and narrowed his eyes to observe Wuming: "So he is also a horn man, a filthy lightless one, who should be purified by fire!"

Having said that, he raised his gun and stabbed.

Wuming dodged repeatedly and explained:

"I'm not a horned man, I'm just pretending. That's why the horned warrior hit me just now."

"Oh? Can even the blessing in the eyes be faked?" The pot-covered man sneered, his eyes shining brightly, and he wielded a heavy spear with great force, so heavy and fast that the wind whistled. "It's true that I am a faded one, but I just don't have the blessing." Wuming said.

"Then die, you who have caused trouble to Queen Marika, and be devoured by the fire of Messermo." The pot-cut man rushed forward and pressed in front of Wuming.

Wuming wanted to dodge, but his eyes flashed and he was stunned.

The pot-covered man stomped his feet heavily on the ground, mobilized all the muscles in his body, and thrust the heavy spear from bottom to top, piercing Wuming through him and hanging him on the tip of the heavy spear.

The flames flowed from the gun and blasted into Wuming's body. All the bandages on his body started to burn.

Wuming was pierced on the gun and burned quietly.

A wisp of black ash fell, and the pot-covered man wiped away tears excitedly:

"Oh, Lady Malika, our mother, please bear witness. I have banished another cause of trouble! Please, bless us once more and do not abandon us. We will bring you victory in the holy war—"

"Where did you get that thing from?"

Above the pot-cut man's head, a voice interrupted his pious prayer.

The pot-covered man looked up and found that the man who should have become a charred corpse in the flames was raising his head, and a pair of lightless eyes in the flames were staring at him.

Wu Mingzhi pointed at the neck of the pot-covered man:

"It's the necklace around your neck."

The pot-cut man lowered his head. In the lining of his armor, a pyroxene crystal was shaken out from his clothes during the battle just now, and it was shining with crystal light.

"This is my stuff." The pot-covered man frowned, "The vitality of the horned man is really strong. He is not dead yet--"

"Bullshit." Wuming's eyes widened. "This is my stuff. Where did you get it from?"

Wuming grabbed the red-hot tip of the gun, which was burning with raging flames, with both hands, exerted a little force, pulled himself off the tip of the gun, and fell to the ground.

Seeing Wuming being so tenacious, the Pot-Covered Man cautiously took a few steps back, but found that Wuming did not attack him. He was just staring at the pyroxene crystal on his chest.

The pot-covered man sneered, "This is my trophy, so it's naturally mine. What, Horned Man, do you recognize this thing? I got it from a little thing."

After hearing what the pot-covered man said, Wuming was 100% sure.

The flames burned the bandages, and the nameless dragon head frowned deeply: "What about the little horned man?"

"Of course he was brought to death and devoured by the fire of Messermos," said the pot-head. "That was the Horned Man, an unblessed filth. What? Are you his father?"

The pot-cut guy looked at Wuming's outfit:
"You look like... you are not a Horned Man, you are an Ancient Dragon. But it is the same, there is no blessing in your eyes."

Although Wuming had expected this in his mind, the flames on his body still danced wildly for a while after hearing the confirmation from the Pot-Coverhead.

Wuming stared at the pot-covered man, but stood still and did not show any attacking attitude.

"Why did you kill him?" Wuming asked, "Just because he has a horn on his head?"

"Do you have any questions?" The pot-covered man said, "If you feel sorry for him, then go and accompany him."

As he said that, the pot-cut guy charged again and fought forward.

But between the flames of the spear and the flames on Wuming's body, the Jarhead who was charging fanatically did not notice that the ground was also turning red and hot.

Just as the Pot Cover Head was about to pierce Wuming, the ground fire surged up and formed a pillar of fire accurately under the feet of the Pot Cover Head, throwing him high into the air.

Wuming didn't let him fly too high. He grabbed the spear and threw it down, causing the guy with the pot-cover head to hit the ground heavily.

Wuming grabbed the spear, stepped on it, snatched the spear, turned the spear head, and stabbed it downwards.

With a "puff" sound, the tip of the gun pierced deeply into the ground next to the pot-covered man's closed eyes.

Flames ignited in Wuming's hands, softening the spear. He then inserted the butt of the spear into the ground, forming a ring that secured the pot lid.

Wuming opened the necklace, stood up, and took a deep look at the pyroxene crystal. He looked down at the pot-covered head that was tied to the ground:
"Those who are not blessed should die?"

The pot-covered man was burned by the red-hot gun, and his skin was torn apart. He clenched his teeth and said nothing. When Wuming asked this question, he shouted, "That's right! This is the mission Queen Marika has given us! This is a holy war! The flames will burn away all the filth!"

Wuming was silent for a moment and asked:

"How much filth have you burned so far?"

“Who would remember this? Would you remember how many runes you used?” The pot-cut man sneered, “But there must be thousands of them. This is a protracted holy war.”

"More than a thousand years?" Wuming asked.

"It's been more than a thousand years." The pot-covered man raised his head, "I have burned countless filth!"

Wuming held the necklace in front of the pot-covered man's eyes:

"Why do you keep these filthy things?"

"Spoils of war, isn't that okay?" The pot-cut guy stuck out his neck.

"The spoils of war?" Wuming observed the equipment on Pot Cover Head's body. "This is the only thing on your body that doesn't belong to you. How come you only got this one trophy after killing thousands of people?"

The pot-cut guy was silent for a while, but he still stared at Wuming.

"It's been more than a thousand years..." Wuming looked at the twisted shadow tree in the distance, "You have all forgotten what the border looks like."

“Shut up, this is a holy war! We won’t return home until we fulfill Queen Malika’s wish!” the pot-cut man said angrily, his veins bulging from the burns on his body.

Wuming activated the pyroxene crystal, and the goods in the caravan and the scenes of the border were projected into the air.

The pot-cut guy roared angrily, but his eyes still glanced over unconsciously, watching the scenes, and even forgot the pain.

Wuming covered the crystal and the illusion shattered before his eyes.

Wuming said: "I gave him this crystal."

"Oh? So you are from that caravan." The pot-covered man said, "The border area actually allows people like you without light to exist. This is really against the will of heaven. What are the local officials doing..."

"For publicity purposes, we naturally only publicize good things." Wuming said slowly, "You still don't know about the bad things, right? You've been isolated here for thousands of years, so you don't know a lot of things, right? For example, Gefulei faded, Golden Godwin died, the Shattered War that has been going on in the border area for hundreds of years, and... Queen Marica went crazy, smashed the magic ring, and now disappeared."

Every time Wuming said something, the pot-covered man's pupils would dilate. Then, after hearing about Queen Marika, his eyes finally focused and he glared at Wuming:

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! You shameless liar!"

Wuming did not argue, but just looked down at him, staring at him silently.

"Why did Queen Marika purge the Lightless?" Wuming asked, "Or why is it considered filthy to be unblessed?"

"Because Queen Malika said so. Queen Malika is God, and her will is the truth." The pot-cut man said, "The truth will never disappear!"

Wuming asked: "For this, you are willing to massacre defenseless children?"

The pot-cut man laughed: "You are not sympathizing with those horn people, are you? They are horn people, and horn people are born sinners!"

"Why are you born a sinner?" Wuming asked.

"Did you see their horns?" said the pot-cut guy. "Those horns will repel the blessing of the golden tree. Is there anything more filthy than this in the world? People with horns will eventually become crazy. Do you think that little beast is innocent? There is no innocent horned people! In the thousand-year war, do you think those little beasts have not killed those of us who are blessed and truly chosen? They buried the vengeful spirits in the horns of the little beasts and took the opportunity to self-destruct. The horned people have done this countless times. I have three friends who died because of this!"

The pot-covered man was panting, his eyes red as he spoke: "That filthy little horn man also bit me a few times. None of the horn men are good people."

Wuming listened quietly and said softly: "He is not called Horned Man, his name is Nalim."

But the pot-covered man said: "Horned people are all the same, no matter what his name is, he is still a Horned person."

Wuming didn't say anything, just nodded:
"One last question, where is the child's body buried?"

"Buried?" The pot-covered man sneered, "It's planted outside Ensis City. It should have melted into the others."

"Got it." Wuming nodded, "It seems that no matter how far it is, I have to go there."

After saying that, Wuming turned and left.

The pot-covered man was still struggling, trying to break free from the iron hoop, but to no avail.

The Black Horned People who were hiding or attracted by the battle nearby all gathered together and saw the bound Flame Knight and the departing figure of the giant horned one.

The Horned Men surrounded the Flame Knight, holding axes and stones.

Amid the sounds of flesh breaking and bones shattering, wild laughter could still be heard from the center of the crowd:

"The fire of Messermo will not let you go! I will return with honor and be reborn as a hero!"

(End of this chapter)