The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 458 Unlucky Wuming

On the avenue through Shadow City, in a barracks, stood a towering golem.

Those were definitely not the golems seen at the border. Their sizes and shapes were completely different.

The body is like a wicker man, a giant woven with iron bars, with bronze red-haired giant masks hanging on his legs, and the upper body is an inverted cone-shaped cylinder. Above the cylinder hangs a mask shaped like the sun, a bit like the sun badge on the chest of the dung eater. The ominous horns on the round human face seem to imitate the sun's brilliance.

It looks similar to the image of the evil fire god that is circulated in the border area.

Compared to the hideous image of the Fire God, the inside of the Wicker Man Golem is even more terrifying.

Inside the hollow body made of iron bars, corpses could be seen piled up. The corpses were piled inside the golem, struggling and scrambling to crawl out from the gaps in the iron bars. The flames almost burned and melted these people together, and their terrified expressions were frozen in the last moment before death.

Wuming could see that the cylindrical head was filled with extraordinary resentful souls.

A strange sound came from within the golem, and a huge engine roared. The golem moved, and with a casual kick, the lava attacked the carriage of Patch and others like a cannon.

Everyone immediately drove their horses away. A few horses were unable to dodge and were hit directly, crashing to the ground. Their fat bodies were half rotten and they were breathing out more than breathing in.

The other war horses were also frightened by the flames passing through their bodies. They stood up, became restless and uncontrollable.

The huge size difference made it almost impossible for people to think of any solution.

Roger threw out several magic swords, trying to attack the legs of the Wicker Man Golem, but the swords were destroyed by the golem's iron legs, without even a trace of trembling.

Everyone was on high alert against the Wicker Man Golem, preparing to avoid the next wave of lava.

But the wicker man did not raise his iron leg again, but swayed in place.

Through the hollow iron bars, one can clearly see the empty space above the layers of stacked corpses. The flames are swirling and condensing inside the body of the Wicker Man Golem, becoming brighter and brighter.

"Why do I feel that the next attack will be very fierce..." Greg's voice trembled.

Patch looked at the increasingly strong flames in the golem's body, and sighed. He looked at Wuming:
"Use whatever you can quickly. Fire and water are merciless. This thing accidentally hurts everyone. No one will help you."

Wuming shot out three lightning guns, a magic arrow and a black fireball at an extremely fast speed, hitting the golem's legs and the mask on its head respectively.

Then he used both hands again to attack the giant mask on his leg.

After several attacks, the giant remained motionless. Although the mask and iron legs showed some damage, it was very minor and it was hard to say that they were effective.

Looking at the golem, Wuming was confused.

"I can't think of any solution." Wuming spread his hands, "That guy looks very hard, I don't know what to do."

Patch glared at Wuming: "Aren't you the one who plays with fire?"

Wuming said: "I'm not too afraid of fire, but the other side doesn't look like they're afraid of fire either."

As soon as he finished speaking, a roar sounded, and like a volcanic eruption, countless fireballs rose from the top of the golem's cylindrical head.

The fireball rose and spread along the golem's body, covering half of the sky and illuminating everyone's faces and armor red.

The flame seemed to have spirituality as it slowly flew towards everyone.

The speed was not fast, but looking at the overwhelming number and area, they didn't know how to hide.

Wuming said: "You guys retreat first, his attack range is too large, I will figure out a countermeasure by myself."

The others didn't hesitate. Those who had horses followed those who didn't, turned around and ran, trying to escape the rain of fire.

The rain of fire had the power of souls and tracking abilities, and it tried to track the people who were escaping, but it didn’t fly far before it was pulled by a force and fell downwards—

All rushed towards Wuming.

Bathed in the flames, Wuming felt the tearing of the resentful souls and the burning of the flames, but he still couldn't figure out how to deal with such a huge golem.

Pedicure? How long do you have to wait for that?

Wuming looked at the small straight sword in his hand and felt a little worried.

At this time, the golem was already walking towards him. Although it moved slowly, its huge body was able to reach Wuming in a few steps.

When you get closer, you can feel the size and solidity of its body.

Wuming drew out his sword and tried to chop a few times. He cut several wounds on the wicker man, but still couldn't inflict a fatal injury on it. Instead, the golem seized the opportunity, jumped high, and knocked Wuming out with its heavy pressure.

"Is this the power that allowed Messermo to beat Hornman so badly?" Wuming sighed, "No wonder he lost so badly, he has no weaknesses."

The golem rushed over again, bent down slightly, grabbed Wuming with its big hand, and threw him directly into the incinerator above its head.

Wuming fell into the pile of corpses and felt the flames spinning around him. A fire storm formed nearby, spinning his body continuously, burning it apart layer by layer until his soul was burned.

"What a familiar feeling." Wuming sat in the pile of corpses, feeling the distant power, "Isn't this a washing machine?"

Wuming missed the days when he competed with others in washing clothes in the volcano. The snake people there were not afraid of fire, but the golems here were even better and were afraid of almost nothing.

He also recalled the battle with Lakkad, during which his resentful soul had a good meal.

"Golem... Golem..."

Wuming felt his brain being shaken as he spun, and recalled the days when he studied puppets with Se Lian.

"Golems and puppets are the same thing." Se Lian said, "The shell, the core, and the energy supply are the three most important parts of a golem. Usually the body is just the shell and is not important. The core is the most important. The core of a puppet together with the energy supply is this pyroxene."

Wuming thought of this and began to search through the large number of corpses inside the wicker man, trying to find the core or energy supply.

But after swimming in the pile of corpses for a long time, he still couldn't find it.

Emerging from the pile of corpses, Wuming was troubled by the whirlwind of fire:

"That makes no sense. Doesn't this guy have a core?... With such a huge body, the core should also be very large."

Wuming was thinking when his feet shook again. He looked out along the gap between the iron bars.

The golem threw him into its body. Patch and the others had already run far away. He had no target left, so he returned to the barracks.

He walked in a straight line, crushing many barracks along the way. Flames overflowed from his iron legs, burning everything in his way, including the barracks and some of the soldiers and knights therein.

Wuming suddenly raised his head and looked.

He looked down at the pile of corpses that buried his lower body and finally understood something.

The core is the resentful souls of all these corpses.

And the energy is right above your head.

This constantly rotating flame is the golem's energy source.

Now that the core is found, Wuming has a solution.

Wuming no longer resisted the whirlwind of fire, his body began to spin, even faster and faster.

As expected, the flaming tornado overheated rapidly as it spun, and a large number of corpses were directly blown apart by the excessive temperature.

Wuming could feel that many souls were directly swallowed by the flames, and the golem also became a little sluggish and seemed to be unable to stand steadily.

If the flames continue to grow stronger, the golem will overheat and explode, destroying itself from the inside out.

However, Wuming grabbed the iron fence inside and stopped accelerating. He reached out to the corpse below.

The soul was like the sea that accepted all rivers, gathering from the wicker man's limbs to his torso, and then all concentrated in Wuming's hands.

During this process, the wicker man gradually stopped moving. Wuming looked at the majestic soul in his hand, resisted the urge to swallow it, and continued to push it over his head.

The guardian spirits above his head were entangled with each other, like a school of fish in the ocean, gathering and swelled like a small sun. People with strong spirituality might have seen the ominous signs above Wuming's head.

After doing all this, Wuming climbed up the iron fence of the Wicker Man Golem and then jumped down.

As soon as he landed, he was surrounded by a group of people and pointed guns at him.

Wuming raised his hand, closed his eyes and sighed:

“It’s the exact same script.”

But this time Wuming showed that he had prepared a countermeasure. He opened his eyes and smiled at the soldiers around him.

The pupils in the peephole of the helmet shone with a brilliant golden light, which made the people around him dazed.

Seeing the gold in Wuming's eyes, the spears that were originally pointed at him firmly suddenly softened a bit. The soldiers' hands loosened a little, and the tips of the spears began to shake.

But he still didn't let it go. A black knight came over:
"You are... a fellow countryman? Then how did you activate the Furnace Golem?"

"So it's called the Furnace Golem..." Wuming looked at the wicker man and played dumb to the Black Knight, "I don't know. I just got close and was attacked."

Wuming remained calm in the face of the spears, pointing at the soldiers holding spears and saying, "This golem is broken, isn't it still attacking you?"

The soldiers were speechless at Wuming's words, as they had indeed suffered heavy losses from the golem's attack.

"Forget it. We won't make things difficult for you." The Black Knight said, "You can leave now."

"But I want to go to Shadow City." Wuming said.

"What are you doing here?" the Black Knight asked. "We are stationed here. This is not a market."

Wuming smiled: "So there is no market here? Then I will come here even more. Undeveloped virgin land is the dream place of merchants."

Wuming did not say that they were sent by Lailana, and Lailana did not give them any tokens. The only help she provided was a few horses and allowed them to travel with her.

Unable to rely on Lailana's connections, Wuming and the others can only find a way to travel together on their own.

"Leave. This is the advice from a fellow countryman." The Black Knight said, "There is no place for merchants here."

Wuming held his head high and chest out, not giving in at all:
"Merchants not only provide goods, but also intelligence. I have the intelligence you need. Don't you want to hear it?"

The Black Knight sneered: "You won't say anything else next. This information is very valuable and can only be told to Lord Messermo, right?"

"How did you know?" Wuming was surprised, "You are so smart."

The Black Knight's tone was flat:
"The Horned Man has used this excuse before. I now suspect that you are not one of our compatriots. Take off your helmet and let us check it."

"No, this is my corporate image, I can't take it off." Wuming said, "Besides, I'm too ugly, I'm afraid it will scare you."

"You are becoming more and more suspicious." The Black Knight said, "Let me see!"

"No!" Wuming jumped back, "Are you sure you don't want to hear this news? This is news about the border area, involving Queen Marika, and may end the holy war."

When these words were spoken, the people around were shocked and there was a commotion.

"How could you know such news?" The Black Knight didn't believe it.

"Look at my armor and shield. Are the shapes and materials unfamiliar to you?" Wuming showed his armor to the Black Knight and lifted up his shield to show them the pattern on it. "I am not from Shadow Land. I am from outside."

The commotion grew worse, and the Black Knight began to hesitate.

The Black Knight said, "If you have nothing to hide, you should take off your helmet and let us see your head to see if you have any horns."

Wuming was helpless: "Okay..."

Wuming was already preparing to use illusion to replace his head.

"No, there's no need to check his head." A voice came from behind the Black Knight, stopping their actions.

"Who is it? Such a nice person?" Wuming looked over with surprise, and felt that the man's voice was quite familiar.

Before Wuming saw the person coming, the man continued:

"What you want to say is that Queen Marica has disappeared and the Golden Tree at the border has caused chaos, right?"

Wuming was stunned. He was actually not going to expose such a cruel fact for fear that others would not be able to accept it, but the other party told the truth. Where did this companion come from?
The owner of the voice walked past the Black Knight and stood in front of Wuming, saying, "I recognize this voice and remember what he said. He is a Horned Man and a Horned Warrior. He wants to spread the rumor that Queen Marica has disappeared."

Standing in front of Wuming was a man with a bowl-cut haircut.

The familiar red clothes and armor, the familiar bowl-cut hair, and the familiar red-handled spear.

"It's you?" Wuming frowned, "How did you get out?"

“Humph, I’ve said before, we are blessed people, the chosen people. We are heroes of the holy war. Even if we die, our souls will return to the golden tree and be resurrected again.” The pot-cut man smiled and raised his hands high. “This is the proof that the golden tree is still in its prime, and our mother Marika is still watching over us and caring for us! Lady Marika has not abandoned us!”

The tone of the pot-cut man was fanatical and inspiring. When the other soldiers heard his words, they were so excited that tears welled up in their eyes and they were deeply moved.

When he looked at Wuming's eyes again, they were full of ferocity.

"Hey, am I a little too unlucky?" Wuming looked up and sighed, "Who could have thought of this?"

The pot-covered man pointed at Wuming and said viciously:

"You despicable Horned Man, you actually disguised yourself and approached the Impaler Messermo. I have discovered your plot. Accept the punishment of impalement!"

Wuming smiled at the pot-covered man and his figure disappeared.

The next moment, he appeared in front of the pot-covered man and punched him with his iron-clad fist.

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In the distance, Roger was taking out a monocular telescope and observing the situation on Wuming's side from afar.

"How is it? Has Wuming finished fighting?" Patch asked.

"The golem has been defeated," said Roger.

"Shall we go back?" Greg asked.

Roger hesitated:
"It seems that he...is fighting with the defenders again."

"Huh?" Patch wondered, "He's not wearing contact lenses?"

"I don't know what's going on." Roger looked over there, "Ah, Wuming was arrested - taken to the city."

The others looked at each other in bewilderment:
"What should I do now?"

Anpahe first said: "I will go and rescue him."

Patch said, "I'm talking about how we get in. If Wuming didn't make it, can we get in smoothly? Why is there anything to save him? He can't die."

Moore raised his hand weakly: "The collector told me that there is an abandoned road that leads to Shadow City."

"But this means they have sneaked in, right?" Patch scratched his head. "But their entry is not legitimate and they could be caught at any time. It's even more dangerous..."

"But at least we can get in," Leida said. "Maybe we can get in touch with Messermo directly. If Messermo is really as Lelana said, he should be easier to convince than these soldiers."

Patch thought about it and nodded in agreement:

"Okay, let's take a detour and go to Shadow City first."

(End of this chapter)