The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 463: Evil Snake

On the lower level of the species collection, as the elevator descended, a strong smell of incense hit us in the face.

Messermo supported the wizard rescued by Patch and others and went down to the lower level.

The further you go in, the more obvious the smell of blood becomes, which cannot be concealed even by the incense.

The wizard seemed to smell the scent as well and began to tremble. He looked at Messemo with more and more fear and subconsciously withdrew his hand.

Sensing the wizard's movement, Messermo looked over and what caught his eyes was the wizard's eyes full of fear.

He glanced over, and a sad expression appeared on his face, which should have been stern and cold. His lips were slightly trembling, his golden eyes were drooping, and the closed eye seemed to be oozing liquid.

"Your people are here," said Messermo, "but if you don't want to see that scene, I can arrange for you to go to a place where there are few people."

This time, Messermo did not hold the wizard's arm. He walked slowly forward, leaving only his back to the wizard.

The wizard hesitated for a moment and followed.

Saw that horrific scene.

Standing on a platform, below was a blur of flesh and blood.

In the room below, there were several beds, but no one was on them. There were only deformed bodies, as if melted hands and feet were glued together, and there was no human shape at all. The deformed flesh was oozing blood, which seeped through the sheets and gave off a foul stench.

The flesh and blood gathered into a pool of minced meat.

But among these horrifying scenes, several living pots were walking crookedly among the flesh and blood, and there were also several witches with pots on their bodies to cover their bodies, chasing and playing with the small pots.

It seems as if the adults and children are still chasing and playing in the village.

A mixture of decay and rebirth, horror and tranquility, stench and incense, is the scene before our eyes.

The witch looked at this scene and let out a wail from her hoarse throat. She fell to her knees in pain, and her limbs and hands on her back fell limply to the ground.

As if hearing her cry, the witches in the pot slowly gathered around, looked at the witch in pain, and touched her carefully, as if they were afraid that their deformity would scare her, but also hoped to warm her.

The painful wizard did not resist and allowed the other wizards to hug him.

Seeing that the witches were miserable but spontaneously comforted the new tribesmen, Messermo slowly retreated and stood alone in the shadows.

He closed his eyes and prayed in a low voice: "Mother, have mercy on those captured witches. Bring them salvation..."

Messermo prayed devoutly, perhaps hoping that when the wizard was redeemed, he would be able to see his mother again.

But the mother never showed up, and the only response to the prayers was dead silence.

A pair of warm hands held his palms, as if answering his prayers.

Messermo opened his eyes and saw Lailana holding his hand tightly. She had taken off her helmet and was looking at him with eyes full of pity and sadness.

Messermo lowered his eyes: "Thank you."

Lailana didn't say anything. She had said everything she needed to say in the past thousand years. The only thing she could do now was to accompany him silently. Let him feel that she was always there. The moon and fire had never been separated.

Messermo said, "Ensis City is not safe if you stay here all the time."

"The Horned Man is no longer able to counterattack," said Lailana.

“I heard that a strong man has appeared among the Horned People, who has the potential to become a king,” said Messermo.

Lailana thought about Wuming's appearance for a moment and said:

"The Horned Man is just bragging."

Messermo nodded and said nothing more. He trusted Laylana's judgment.

Messermo stared at the bloody witches in a trance:
"Looking at what the Horned People have done, you will feel that they are damn filthy. But why, why when I killed those Horned People and looked into their eyes, I still couldn't feel a trace of honor."

"It's simple, because it's a waste. So many human resources, but you killed them instead of keeping them for work. It's such a waste. I came all the way to the Shadow Land just for those few people, but you killed them so casually. It's such a waste."

Wuming said this and walked over.

"You!" Messermo saw Wuming's subconscious anger. He immediately pulled his hand out of Laelana's. His cloak swelled up under the movement of the red snake, covering the wizard behind him. He pointed his spear directly at Wuming, "How did you escape?"

"We were released," Wuming said with a grin, "by your subordinate, the Flame Knight."

"Flame Knight?" Messemo murmured, "Even they are going to betray me..."

The Flame Knight hurriedly passed Wuming and knelt on one knee in front of Messermo: "I have no second thoughts, but I know you, sir. You will definitely agree to the conditions."

"Agree to the conditions? What conditions?" asked Messermo.

The Flame Knight stood up and said, "There is someone in their team who claims to be able to heal witches. The condition is to set all of them free and not execute them."

"The healer?" Messermo said. "Who?"

Messermo looked at Wuming: "You?"

"I." Greg also limped down with his crutches and looked at Messermo, "Hello, uncle - hello, aunt."

Messermo said, "Uncle?"

He had no impression of Greg. Among Patch's group, Greg was quite inconspicuous.

Greg said, "I am also from the Golden Clan."

"The main branch," Greg emphasized.

"Why are your eyes gray?" asked Messermo.

"No, I don't want to go on like this again." Greg held his head and wailed.

"Don't worry about how it faded." Wuming said, "The key point is that it can heal witches."

"How did you do that?" Messermo said, "These witches were turned into pots by the pot-keeper. I tried every method I had, but I couldn't save them."

Greg stopped wailing and became silent. Both the Flame Knight and Messermo were staring at him, but he never answered the question.

But now the arrow had to be shot. Greg whispered, "I've dabbled in limb grafting before."

"What is limb extension?" Messermo asked the same question as the Flame Knight.

Greg took a deep breath and glanced at the wizard in the distance: "It's a technique similar to the one that connects the flesh and blood of other people to the wizard..."

"Isn't that what the Weihu masters do?" Messemo's eyes became terrifying.

"Hey, he's already realized his mistake, and now he's mainly using this technology to heal people and reattach their limbs." Wuming said, "Since the technology is from the same source, maybe he can find a solution."

"Such a serious crime can be forgiven?" Messermo glared at Wuming, "Did you see the looks of those witches? Did you see the pain they just went through?"

"I saw it, what's wrong?" Wuming said, "Hey, it's not a big deal, it's just melted together, it's not like he's dead."

"What's the big deal?" Messermo was shocked by Wuming's moral standards.

"Hmm? Am I the weird one?" Wuming was surprised. "But isn't the nature of your burning horn man much worse than fusing the body?"

Wuming gestured: "After all... that kind of fire will burn the soul. I thought the Golden Tree should also be very taboo about this kind of thing."

Messermo's anger suddenly deflated, and he was speechless in response to Wuming's question.

Yes, whether it is the Horned Man or the Golden Tree, their taboo against fire is actually greater than that against limb grafting.

"Relax, I'm not criticizing you." Wuming smiled, "There's nothing taboo about burning souls, don't take it too seriously."

"Is there anything taboo in your eyes?" Lailana couldn't help but say.

"The thing that affects my ability to make money is taboos," Wuming said, "Now, let Greg have a try."

Greg finally mustered up the courage to say to Messermo:
"I will try my best to treat them. Please let my companions go."

A drop of sweat broke out on Messermo's forehead.

"Uncle!" Greg called out again, once again emphasizing his identity as a member of the same tribe.

Messermo looked at the Flame Knight:
"Send someone to stay with him and keep an eye on him."

Messermo's winged red snake slithered up to Greg's face and said, "Let your companion stay in the vault. This is the greatest freedom I can give you."

"Then the deal is done." Wuming applauded. "That's cause for celebration. Let's shake hands and make peace."

Messermo stared at Wuming:

"It's not over yet. How did you get out? The Flame Knight can't break my seal."

"Didn't you leave a window so you can put your head through?" Wuming said.

Messermo looked at Wuming's head-to-body ratio and shoulder width and didn't understand what Wuming wanted to say.

Wuming tugged at the helmet, and with a pop, the helmet came off, revealing a sheep's head. The horns of the sheep's head were obviously stuck in the helmet.

Wuming slid out of the armor, revealing his thin body:
"Throw the armor over first, then stretch your head over, and then transform into an ancient dragon and lose weight, so that your body can come over."

"What an ugly ancient dragon." Messermo said, "You look like a horned man."

Wuming laughed: "I can't help it. The good-looking ones are given to the employees. Besides, if it's not this, I can't come out."

The skinny Wuming went over and patted the skinny Meisemuo: "Let's go, it's time to have a banquet to celebrate."

"Celebrating what?" asked Messermo.

"Celebrate our release from prison." Wuming said.

"I haven't set you free yet, and I'm the one who's holding you captive," Messermo said. "I'm planning to kill you."

"How fresh! You are the one who is going to kill me." Wuming smiled, "But you are also the one who released us, and you are the only one who can make the final decision."

Messermo pondered Wuming's words.

Wuming said, "Anyway, since we are not enemies now, let's have a drink first. I have something else to tell you."

"Are you trying to persuade me to give up jihad again?" Messermo said, "I said, this topic can be ended."

"No, let's talk about the border area." Wuming bared his fangs, "I told you a lot of bad things, but I haven't told you about the good things yet. Come on, I'll tell you over the wine table."

"I don't drink," said Messermo.

"What a coincidence. I don't drink either." Wuming reached behind his butt and pulled out a small glass bottle with a lava-like liquid inside. "Here, I'll treat you to this. It's our special alcoholic drink."

Messermo was somewhat resistant and looked at the little dragon man's butt: "Where did you get it from?"

"Oh, don't worry about the details." Wuming grabbed Messermo's snake head and followed him all the way to the storage vault.

As soon as we entered the vault, we saw Lance Shanks swinging on a giant specimen of a horned man and jumping between the specimens, looking very happy.

"What are you doing?" Messermo's eyes widened. "This is a vault. You are desecrating it."

"Same here, you have both snakes and fire, aren't you the same as me?" Wuming handed the elemental bottle to Messermo, "Did you feel it when we fought before? We all have fire on us, and we are full of evil and have resentful souls crawling on our bodies. How great."

"All right?" Messermo said.

"You are still young and don't know the benefits of fire." Wuming looked very mature.

Messermo was obviously unconvinced and didn't bother to pay attention to him.

Wuming looked at Messermo and sighed:
"You are just like Mungert."

"Who?"

"Your brother," Wuming said, "is the son of evil omen who manages the royal city that I mentioned before."

"You say the mother gave birth to filth?" said Messermo.

"Aren't you your mother's child?"

"Of course I am my mother's child."

"That's it." Wuming said.

Moses remained silent, for he knew what nameless meant. He himself was filthy, and his mother had already given birth to a filthy son.

"This is the curse..." Messermo smiled bitterly, "I hunted the Horned Man, but my child grew horns."

"But you know, Mongget is just like you, working hard for the Golden Tree." Wuming said, "He governs very well. He defended the Royal City when it was besieged by the coalition of kings."

"Besieged by the coalition of kings?" Messermo was horrified.

"You don't know, right?" Wuming laughed, "A lot of things happened at the border. I'll tell you slowly."

Wuming handed the glass bottle to Messermo. Messermo hesitated for a moment, took the element bottle, took a sip, and felt as if he had taken a mouthful of fuel. The fire in his body burned more vigorously. He was so scared that he dared not drink anymore.

Wuming sat cross-legged on the specimen of a giant sheep. The huge horns on his head attracted the surrounding horn men and the Fire Knight.

Wuming talked about the fading of the First King, the Night of the Black Knife, the Broken War, and the darkest moments of the Borderland. He also talked about the Blessed King, the return of the Faded One, and the renewed vitality of the Borderland.

Wuming projected his own memories, showing the prosperity of the border, the upgrade of the border, the magnificent trees, the people living and working in peace and contentment, and the sons of evil omens, hybrids, and the golden people, rebuilding the border together. It showed the wind, frost, rain and dew of the past thousand years.

The Flame Knights saw their hometown, the Horned Scholars saw hope, and Messemo, looking at the illusory images and seeing the dazzling golden tree hometown, took another sip of the elemental soup and smiled softly.

Tanis also jumped out, not sparing her steps, dancing passionately. Patch stroked the spider silk and played the ballad of a foreign land.

The collection library, which was filled with an academic atmosphere, suddenly became lively today. The intense atmosphere attracted everyone who wanted to concentrate on research.

"We're just celebrating freedom, you guys are really having fun." Messermo said to Wuming who jumped off the specimen and walked to his side.

"It's more than just freedom." Wuming said, "Your men said before that we had to die. Now that we have survived a disaster, we should celebrate the joy of life."

"In fact, if a real fight breaks out, it's still unclear who will live and who will die," said Messermo.

"It's the same. When we fight, there will always be casualties." Wuming said, "This is not only a celebration for our own lives, but also for yours."

Messermo said with some nostalgia: "It reminds me of the revelry after the sacrifice."

"Are all the people in the border area like this now?" asked Messermo.

"Almost?" Wuming said, "During the Shattering War, everyone was on edge, but now it's much better, and we have time to have fun."

"Really..." Messermo murmured, and suddenly smiled, "That's good."

"After hearing about the past events at the border, you don't seem so angry anymore?" Wuming observed Messemo's expression.

"I'm very happy," said Messermo. "My mother is right. Golden Tree is indeed a better time. Our choice and persistence are not wrong."

"It's indeed much better than my hometown." Wuming nodded in agreement, "Your mother did a good job."

"But it's not perfect." Wuming said, "There are still many areas that need improvement. Many of the things we insisted on in the past may have been correct in the past, but now they need to be changed. The current peace is not achieved by sticking to Marika's rules. It is necessary to change the past and improve the future."

"Why did mother smash the ring and break the golden law..." Messermo couldn't understand.

"To seek change." Wuming guessed.

"But if the rings had not been smashed, there would have been no Shattering War, and the Golden Tree would still be perfect," said Messermo, "and there would have been no need for the Faded Ones."

"But if the ring wasn't smashed, her child would have died and couldn't be saved." Wuming said, and suddenly thought of something, "Maybe... it's because of love."

"Because of love? And the ring was broken as a result?"

"You said the Golden Tree is perfect, but you are not perfect." Wuming said, "Malika's children are not perfect. In order to achieve the perfection of the Golden Tree, all the children became abandoned."

Wuming touched the snake on Messermo's shoulder:
"Perhaps she chose to abandon the Golden Rule in order to take you back. What she wanted was a law that would accommodate her children."

Messermo was stunned, and the winged snake on his body curled up, with its scales rustling.

After a long time, Messermo came back to his senses and took another big gulp from the element bottle.

"You may be lying to me like the priest," Messermo said, "but I will be Quinlan for once today."

Messemo looked at the bustling vault, and for a moment, his vision became blurry.

In a blurry moment, Messemo suddenly sat up straight, and the golden pupils in his eyes vibrated and flickered.

He covered the pupil with one hand, dropped the element bottle, and ran directly to the elevator to the wizard. As soon as the elevator sank a little, he jumped down through the gap.

Wuming was stunned: "What's going on? Are you drunk and going to vomit?"

The Flame Knight was also horrified:
"What did you give Master Messermo to drink?"

"Wine that can increase firepower." Wuming said.

"You really deserve to die." The Flame Knight said, "Lord Messermo has been restraining himself and suppressing his own strength all his life. He even refuses to drink alcohol in order to maintain his willpower."

"What will happen if we can't suppress it?" Wuming was curious.

"I don't know. My Lord has never failed to suppress the enemy." The Flame Knight said, "It's just that the seal is unstable sometimes, and he will stay away from us."

"Oh~" Wuming nodded, picked up the element bottle, turned over and jumped off the elevator, and followed.

Passing by the sorcerer, he saw Greg standing in a pool of blood, looking a little at a loss.

"Have you seen Messermo?" Wuming asked him.

Greg pointed him in a direction in confusion, without yet figuring out the situation.

Wuming followed the directions and walked forward, passed a small door, and suddenly found the road opened up.

We have already left the vault and are now exposed to the dark night sky.

Messermo was not far ahead, kneeling on the ground, clasping his hands around himself, breathing heavily.

Lailana also stood at the door, looking at Messemo worriedly, but did not come forward.

Lailana saw Wuming coming over and said:

"Don't get close to him, it's dangerous."

"You won't go over if it's dangerous?" Wuming said.

“He’d be sad if he hurt someone,” Lailana said. “That would only make him more closed off.”

"So you're afraid of hurting someone." Wuming suddenly realized and felt relieved, "No need to worry about it then."

Wuming walked up to Messermo:

"How's it going? Do you need help?"

"Leave quickly." Messermo's cloak had been torn open, revealing his thin body. The twin snakes that usually clung to his body finally revealed their full appearance, and actually emerged from his body.

Holes appeared on Messermo's body, and snakes crawled out of those holes, constantly moving around Messermo's body, binding him tightly, and helping him suppress the black aura that kept flowing out of his body.

Messermo's nails began to grow sharper and longer, and then Messermo would tear his nails deep into the cracks in the rocks, and then tear them off in the gushing blood, while the sharp nails continued to grow wildly.

His flesh was constantly swelling and contracting, his skin was torn inch by inch, and his muscles were bulging, showing snake-scale-like patterns, as if there were snakes swimming inside his body.

At the same time, a tremendous force burst out from his body, as if a giant was breathing inside him. The burning power of fire expanded from his body, and it seemed that it would burst out at any time and blow up the surroundings.

"Go!" Messemo clasped his shoulders with his sharp claws, as if he could no longer bear it. A big hole appeared on his back, and a ferocious giant snake with dark red skin jumped out from behind him. The giant snake had bloodshot eyes all over its body and exuded an evil aura. At the same time, it stared at Wuming, opened its bloody mouth, revealing its densely packed barbed fangs. The bloodshot eyes in the snake's fangs were also staring at Wuming.

The gaze lasted for a moment, and then shattered Wuming to the ground, leaving only a pile of rubble and meat paste.

“I…”

Messermo watched Wuming shatter in front of his eyes, closed his golden pupils in pain, gritted his teeth and suppressed the snake back.

"The little thing looks very unique." Wuming's voice came from the front again.

Messermo opened his eyes and found a human figure rising again in the blood from the broken flesh. Then the blood faded, revealing Wuming's armor. He stood in front of Messermo as if nothing had happened.

Messermo was stunned for a moment, and the giant snake behind him immediately became aggressive again, as if to devour the villain in front of him again.

But this time, before the giant snake could devour him, Wuming's body split apart. The upper and lower halves seemed to separate and become unnaturally misplaced.

A black snake that was no less powerful than a giant snake also jumped out from behind Wuming. It was more like an amorphous mud ball in the shape of a snake. The extreme darkness swallowed up all the light from the Messermo flame, leaving only a hint of spiritual light at the position of its eyes.

Wuming twisted his crooked upper body and put on his helmet, fixed his eyes on Messermo and smiled at him.

The black snake behind him also set its sights on the evil giant snake.

The evil giant snake behind Messermo seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then it bit the black snake behind Wuming.

The two snakes intertwined, fought, and bit each other, but neither of them won.

Then the evil snake behind Messermo bit the black snake's huge mouth, and then a fireball exploded in the air.

The flames instantly spread all over the black snake's body, causing it to slap the ground in pain, as if it was in a rage. Then it slapped everything around it without caring, whether it was the ground, Messemo, or the giant snake behind Messemo.

The giant snake was the largest and the most hated snake. The black snake struck the evil snake like a hammer, once, twice, three times...

Soon the evil snake was beaten into a pulp, but the snake seemed to be still growing out of Messermo's body, trying to break free from the huge gap at the back.

The black snake knocked Messermo to the ground with its head, staring at the hole behind it, hitting it again and again. The evil snake was smashed to pieces as soon as its head showed.

I don’t know how long it took, but the bridge began to crack, as if the evil-suppressing stone was about to break.

The big snake behind Messermo finally stopped moving.

He himself was silent.

Lailana rushed over and checked on Messemo's body, fearing that he was dead.

Messermo was still alive, but the mutations on his body had disappeared.

To be precise, it was not disappearance. With the support and help of Lailana, Messemo crawled out of a layer of skin, shed the hideous skin, and turned back into his original normal skin.

The victorious Black Snake wanted to continue attacking Messemo and Laelana, but as soon as it opened its mouth, a ball of fire burst out of it, spreading from the inside out again, even more fiercely and hotter. The Black Snake struggled and screamed, slowly shrinking and retracting into its armor.

Wuming still maintained a twisted upper body posture and was motionless.

Messermo felt his head buzzing. He got up from the ground and spat out blood on his hands.

Messemo looked at his bloody hands and smiled miserably: "How filthy..."

Messermo looked at Laelana and said, "I hurt someone again."

Lailana just hugged Messermo: "I'm here, at least I'm still here."

"What are you sighing about? Help me straighten my armor." Wuming suddenly spoke up and called him.

His armor seemed to have been bent by the huge force and could not be put back into place, still maintaining a posture as if the spine was broken and dislocated.

Lailana and Messermo stood up and helped Wuming put his armor back in place.

Wuming stretched his body, his armor creaking, and he looked at Messermo with a smile:
"Your snake is pretty cool."

"That is a symbol of filth." Messermo said solemnly, "It is the curse I bear."

Lailana felt sorry for Messemo as he blamed himself: "That's your nature. It sometimes explodes. I can't blame you... You shouldn't have to suffer like this just because you were born a snake."

Messermo had a frustrated face, with sadness and pain in his voice: "Are you trying to say that it's not my fault that I exploded and hurt others... and even my mother?"

He could not identify with Lailana, and could not accept his own nature.

Wuming also spoke up: "It's hard to suppress the essence. There's nothing we can do about it. We are who we are because of these characteristics."

Messermo heard Wuming's words and looked at him:
"Why, you're going to persuade me to accept my true nature, too? Are you prepared to change this?"

"No." Wuming said, "It's better to suppress something so dangerous. The essence is the essence, and we can pursue higher things."

Messermo didn't expect Wuming to say that and was a little surprised.

"I am the same." A small black snake emerged from Wuming's palm, which looked more like a ball of black mud. "I said that our powers are very similar."

Wuming teased the little black snake:

"But repression is repression, and our nature is the source of our strength. Letting our nature become a helper is the purpose of repression. Sometimes, you just can't reject your nature, because that's the only way to achieve a greater goal."

Wuming crushed the black snake:
"In the field of filth and curse, I am your predecessor. Believe me, it is right. The reason why I can be successful is because I accept my own curse. The long sword is stained with shit, just like Gwyn reborn."

Messemo looked at the black mud-like liquid that smelled foul and said:

"Whether you believe it or not is another matter. You are indeed more blasphemous than anyone else and deserve to be cursed. I have seen a lot of filth, but none of them are as calm and at ease as you. You are not ashamed but proud of it. You really deserve to die."

"Really?" Wuming smiled, "Unfortunately, the curse I was given is immortality. And your curse..."

Wuming suddenly thought of something, stopped smiling, and sneaked up behind Messermo, observing the skin that Messermo shed. He even sniffed it, tore off a piece and tasted it.

"If you keep suppressing your nature, will you have to shed a layer of skin from time to time?" Wuming asked him.

Messermo nodded.

"Then is the skin you shed considered a divine skin?" Wuming's eyes sparkled. "It's a rare material. Can you sell it to me? If you provide me with snake skins steadily, I'll give you a generous reward. How about that? Isn't it a good deal? It's a no-cost deal. We can do this business forever."

Messermo stared at Wuming for a long time, then suddenly smiled: "Whatever, I'll give it to you."

"Okay, then we can use the divine skin to make clothes." Wuming laughed up to the sky, "Rich people will definitely like this kind of precious fur."

Wuming picked up the shed skin, ignored Messermo, and turned away.

"What a wonderful person," Messermo exclaimed.

Lailana was somewhat relieved: "It seems like you have made new friends."

"Not really a friend, I just feel... it's a bit relaxing to get along with someone who has no taboos like this." Messemo said softly.

"Shall we go back?" Lailana suggested, supporting Messermo.

"Um……"

(End of this chapter)