The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 476: Descendant of God, t0
In front of the towering Gate of God, the steps are broken, and under the steps, there is a wall more than one person high, surrounding this empty space.

In front of the Gate of God, on the steps, Monger looked at the people on the other side:

"Welcome, my father and brothers, my friends, are you here to attend the founding ceremony of the new dynasty?"

"We are here to stop you." Mongert said, "Monger, stop it, we are the ones outside."

"Why?" Monger asked.

Monggot said: "You have established a new dynasty, which is a great act of treason against the Golden Tree."

Monger smiled happily: "Really? That's great."

The blood in Monger's body surged to the sky:

"I am going to commit treason today. Since the Golden Tree won't accommodate us, should we just accept death? I've said long ago that Marika is not our mother and she doesn't love us. A true mother should be a great being. Regardless of race or status, she should bestow blessings and favors on everyone equally and save them from despair. The mother of evil omens like us, the Invisible Mother, is the real mother!"

Monger thrust his hands into his chest and pulled out two large spears from the blood.

One was the huge trident, and the other looked like the spear in the hands of a blood monster.

Munger pointed his two spears at everyone:

"The misery of this world all stems from incompetent mothers. I want to create an equal world where no one will be abandoned by their mothers."

The blood in the entire arena was burning. Mung had covered the entire square with his cursed blood. The cursed blood soaked the flesh and blood of the corpses on the ground and enveloped the entire God's Gate in a sea of ​​fire.

Mungot looked at Gefulei:

"Father, go and persuade him. Munger should still have feelings for you."

Ge Fulei rubbed his chin:

"pretty good."

"fine?"

Ge Fulei was somewhat relieved: "You are brave enough to pursue the throne. You are worthy of being my son."

"Father?!" Monggot was desperate.

Godfrey laughed loudly, his laughter broke through the sky and reached Munger's ears:

"Son, your will is pleasing to your father. Let's have a contest between kings! If you have the ability, then step on your father's back and become the new king!"

As he spoke, Ge Fulei stepped forward, and with just one step, he closed the distance by one tenth. Ge Fulei's big foot stepped heavily into the blood, and the huge air wave shook away the blood and flames around him.

But the moment Gefulei's feet landed on the ground, they still came into contact with the cursed blood. The burning cursed blood climbed up Gefulei's feet like a tarsal cancer, gnawing at his armor and boots.

Ge Fulei was completely unaware and leaped again. This time, before landing, he kicked his feet. The air was visibly twisted, dispersing the cursed blood under his feet. Then, he landed with his feet, and the compressed air shattered and turned into a strong wind, which continued to push back the cursed blood, crushing it together with the cursed blood on his feet.

In this way, Gefulei broke through the endless cursed blood on the ground and headed straight for Monger.

Facing his father, Monger raised the Holy Spear.

With Monger as the center, the Demigod Gate was shrouded in blood red. A blood red storm arose and swallowed Gefulei.

Ge Fulei felt his blood rushing all over his body. The cursed blood mist blew over Ge Fulei, and his skin gradually peeled off. The dilated blood vessels under his skin became more and more excited, ready to burst out of his body at any time.

Ge Fulei laughed wildly again, roared, and clasped his hands together. A huge strong wind spread out, forcing the blood mist back. After the two palms intertwined, the skin on Ge Fulei's arms burst open, and all the blood impulses in his body were released from his arms, forming blood arrows that shot out.

Taking advantage of the gap, Ge Fulei rushed forward again, clapping his hands, repelling the mist, and exploding his arms. The further he moved forward, the thicker the blood mist became, and it was difficult to dispel.

From the outside, it looked like some giant beast was rampaging in the blood mist, moving forward continuously.

After clapping his hands for an unknown number of times, Ge Fulei felt that the blood mist had become thicker and thicker, like a liquid blood wall blocking him.

Ge Fulei knew that he had reached the end. He roared and forced the blood wall in front of him to open up. He grabbed forward with both hands and pounced forward like a giant bear.

"Son, let daddy hug you tightly!" Ge Fulei roared.

Serloshu also came to the Gate of God at this time, watching Gefulei's battle, covering his face with his claws:

"No, barbarians don't use their brains when fighting."

Ge Fulei rushed out of the blood mist, but found that there was nothing in front of him, no Monger and no Gate of God.

Ge Fulei turned his head and saw Monger not far away.

By controlling the concentration of the fog and the explosion of the cursed blood, he guided Gefulei, whose vision was blocked, to deviate. With precise calculations, Monger avoided Gefulei's fierce charge.

"Father, I am covered with evil horns. If you hold me, you will get hurt." Monger said, "You are seriously injured now. You should rest first."

Ge Fulei was already covered in blood at this time. Breaking through the blood mist had caused his entire body to be injured to varying degrees. Countless wounds were bleeding, which turned into blood mist under Ge Fulei's spirit, and blood energy lingered around him.

"Right now." Michaela directed the others, "That's Monger's blood ritual. He probably won't have a chance to use it again in a short time. Now is the time."

Latan took the lead, flying straight forward with a roar, passing through the cursed blood on the ground, and spinning towards Monger.

Mung simply raised the Holy Spear again and smiled grimly.

The blood mist rose again, covering half of the square.

Latan was startled and immediately climbed up, almost risking his life, and managed to escape the blood mist.

Malenia and the others did not dare to throw themselves into the fog easily, and could only wait where they were. Fortunately, Malenia's feet were still prosthetic, so they would not be directly corroded by the cursed blood. Even so, the blood energy also penetrated a little, adding wounds to Malenia's corrupt body.

Monger gathered the blood mist and swallowed it. He looked at the others who did not dare to move forward and smiled:
"How could I not be prepared to deal with you? This pool of blood is my ritual altar. Everyone, save your lives and welcome my new dynasty."

Behind Wuming, a black snake suddenly jumped out, opened its bloody mouth, and bit towards the pool of blood on the ground.

But just after plowing a piece of land, the burning blood pool burned the black snake and twisted its body. At the same time, a violent explosion exploded from the black snake's mouth, and the cursed blood turned into a bomb, blowing out a lot of dark green liquid from the black snake.

"It's better to lose more than you eat." Wuming shook his head and took back the black snake, "It's not worth it."

He released the flames, burning the cursed blood under his feet. However, the cursed blood was extremely fire-resistant and it was difficult to burn it dry immediately. The cursed blood also climbed up to Wuming's ankles. Several black blood arrows shot out from Wuming's legs, mixed with the cursed blood, and gradually boiled and dissipated in the flames of the cursed blood.

Wuming calculated the distance between himself and Monger, and estimated that he would have to die several times if he ran to Monger. Halfway through the run, Monger would release a blood mist, which was enough to drain everyone's blood in an instant.

"Give up. You can't defeat me." Monger said, "I talked to Michaela before this. There are only three people in this world who can really pose a threat to me."

Monger held up three fingers:

"Except for the one my mother has sealed on me, there are the other two - the nameless warrior and the faded one who is blessed. Your threat comes from your immortality, blessing, and dew drop replenishment, so you can resist my cursed blood."

Monger looked down upon the others:
"As long as you are flesh and blood, you cannot defeat me. Just as Latan is very powerful, but can become crazy due to corruption - your flesh and blood cannot stop my blood ritual."

Monger pointed at everyone with his trident:

"You people who were abandoned by your mothers cannot defeat me who has a mother!"

These powerful words silenced many people and caused Monger to laugh wildly.

Suddenly a gravity wave swept by, pulling Monger down from the high platform in front of the Gate of God and into the pool of blood below.

Latan was flying in the sky, and a gravity wave pulled Mongra down from half a square away.

Latan laughed: "Don't talk nonsense, I have a mother, my mother is here, look——"

The full moon stood on a high platform, dotted a few pyroxene magic gravels in the air from afar, crossed the entire battlefield, and hit Monger.

Mung swung his spear to smash the incoming demonic gravel. The spear passed in front of his eyes, revealing a figure rapidly approaching him.

Melina, with her hair disheveled and a dagger in hand, approached Monger and swung out a round of black and red light blades.

"Mother loves everyone." Melina said coldly, "Let me give your mother the destined death."

Monger's huge body suddenly sank, half of his body shrank into the blood pool, avoiding Melina's light blade.

The blood spear swung out from the blood pool under Melina and knocked Melina away.

At the same time, Monger crawled out of the blood pool and saw that Gefrey had retreated back out of the blood pool. Michaela stretched out his right hand towards Gefrey, with holy light emerging from his palm, ready to heal him.

Monger raised the blood monster fork in his other hand and pointed it at Michaela.

Without any warning, with a bang, Michaela's right hand exploded into pieces, divine blood splattered everywhere, covering everyone around with blood.

Michaela covered her right hand, cold sweat breaking out on her forehead.

He gave up the treatment, stepped back a few steps, and went down the stairs to avoid Monger's sight.

When Marlenya saw Michaela injured, her eyes instantly turned blood red, her clothes were torn into pieces, and her red hair was entangled with scarlet butterflies, which turned into huge wings and flew into the sky. A large scarlet flower flew towards Mung.

Faced with the threat from Marenia, Monger performed the blood ritual again, releasing the countdown curse. The blood mist spread, covering his entire surroundings.

However, Malenia no longer cared about the danger of Monge's blood ritual. She braved the blood mist and pierced Monge with her long knife while Monge was still in the ritual, connecting herself to Monge.

The scarlet flower carried a strong sense of corruption, constantly cutting and corroding Monger's body.

And Malenia herself was constantly being gnawed by the blood mist. At the same time, under the erosion of corruption and cursed blood, she began to rapidly fester and bleed.

Marennia felt that she was disappearing quickly, but she still didn't give up. She had always been prepared to sacrifice for her brother and for that gentle world.

"Haha." A sinister laugh interrupted her heroism.

In the blood mist, Monger stared at Marlenya:

"Do you think you can corrupt me?"

The ominous horns all over Monger's body were shining brightly, emitting brilliant colors.

No matter how much corruption eroded, it could not break through Monger's thick evil horn. The majestic vitality resisted the erosion of corruption.

Monger thrust his two spears through Marlenya, and her festering body looked so soft.

The two spears were swung to both sides, and the blood blade broke from Malenia's waist. Half of Malenia's body fell into the pool of blood.

Monger laughed wildly and pulled out a necklace made of mixed horns from under his gorgeous robe.

"The Golden Tree is afraid of your corruption, but the Horned Man is not." Mung said, raising his spear high and smashing it hard on Malenia's head.

Mung's feet swayed, and the spear was slightly misplaced and did not hit Malenia's head.

Ge Fulei in the distance had retreated outside the blood pool, but he did not rest. He picked up an axe and chopped down across the entire square.

A crack spread from the stairs all the way to Monger's feet, and then the ground broke apart, and the blood river parted. The blood pool was split in half by an axe, and towering blood waves were raised on both sides.

On the path created by the giant axe, Wuming drew his sword and rushed forward, approaching Monge.

And Monger had just been hit by an axe and staggered to the ground, and there was no blood pool under his feet for him to teleport. He watched Wuming approaching, and the cold light of the long sword flashed in front of his eyes.

The sword pierced his neck.

Mung stabbed the dwarf with his spear, trying to kill him, but Wuming dodged it and stepped sideways on the holy spear that was stuck in the ground. He exerted force with his foot and pulled the long sword that was stuck in his throat, cutting off Mung's head completely.

Cursed blood spurted out from the broken neck, and blood mist appeared again.

Wuming cut off Monger's head, sheathed his sword with blood, picked up Marlenya, raised his shield, and jumped back.

The blood pool just closed, Wuming stepped on the shield, slid back to the entrance, and put Malenia down.

Patch just climbed up the stairs at this time, looking at the people covered in blood and looking miserable:
“It doesn’t look easy.”

Patch was in good condition, except for some blood on the tip of his leg, which was obviously not his.

Wuming looked at Patch: "Are you done over there?"

"Just a dozen blood nobles." Patch said, "What about you?"

"It's not over yet." Wuming turned around and looked at Monge.

At the moment of beheading, Monger had already controlled the cursed blood and forcibly glued the severed flesh together.

The holy spear in his hand once again raised a blood mist. If Wuming had been a little slower, he would have also been burst into blood.

At this time, the cursed blood on the ground once again covered the entire field.

"The vitality of the evil omen is really tenacious." Wuming said.

Michaela rolled up her hair, rested her head on the stairs, and lay down to heal herself, saying:

"As expected of the Blood Dynasty, they are great at cutting off the back row and healing. The biggest threats now are the blood pool and Monger's blood ritual, both of which are very threatening to the flesh and blood. They need to be dealt with as soon as possible."

"The Blood Flame Pool deals small damage over a large area. There are two types of Blood Rituals. One can harm an individual from a distance, and the other is closer but has great power within the range." Wuming said his observations. "There are no blind spots. He is really well prepared."

Michaela nodded. "As long as Monger keeps performing blood rituals, it will be difficult for us to get close."

So the answer is very simple. The person who is not controlled by blood, the person who can defeat him instantly, and the person who can attack from a long distance, all started their offensive at the same time.

Latan put the two cats down, rode the pony, and rushed straight into the sky, pouring down with brilliant light.

Ge Fulei raised his axe again, and the earth-shattering blow spread to the other side of the Gate of God. However, this time the attack did not reach Monger's feet, but to Monger's side, blocking his way to dodge in that direction.

Man Yue and Laelana simultaneously released a torrent of magic power, which blasted towards Monger's face and the other side respectively, blocking his other two directions as well.

In the sky, the huge air pressure had made Monger unable to move. Latan fell to the ground like a meteorite and hit Monger head-on.

The Tower of God shook violently, and even those far away were blown up a little by the earthquake.

The dust was flying, almost covering the entire square.

Above the sea of ​​smoke, Mung was like a whale emerging from the sea. He was thrown high into the air, his black wings spread out, and he landed and smashed down.

The smoke and dust were shaken away, and Latan raised his two swords to resist Monger's two spears.

After a moment of stalemate, Monger took the initiative to withdraw, holding up the Holy Spear and was about to release the blood mist.

Latan had no choice but to kick his legs and fly into the sky again.

"It's slippery." Latan returned helplessly.

Just at the moment of being hit, Munger sank into the blood pool, flew into the sky and hid from the ground, avoiding all kinds of killing moves.

"You don't stand a chance," Monger said. "I won't give you another chance to catch me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Monger's legs broke.

Patch stood on the pool of blood, waving the silk thread.

The cursed blood clung to his rock-like body, but could do nothing to him.

But Patch's silk threads could not do anything to Monger. The wounds caused by his spider silk were too narrow, and Monger's cursed blood healed his body almost instantly.

Seeing that the cursed blood was ineffective, Monger knocked Patch away.

On the ground, Latan's impact and Gefulei's slashing caused large amounts of dirt and corpses to fly up, but the cursed blood emerged from the ground like a snake and spread onto the ground again.

Seeing that all attempts failed, Wuming said:

"This Mung is really hard to kill. Can you change your mindset and not kill the king but destroy the Gate of God?"

The magical torrent of the full moon immediately hit the Gate of God, but the Gate of God did not move at all.

Ge Fulei was also a little unhappy:

"How did this kid learn this kind of moves? It's not fun to fight at all. It's dishonorable."

"If there is no other way, we can only..." Michaela said, "Concentrate the power on one person and force a breakthrough. The kings will meet and fight it out."

"Concentrate? How do we concentrate?" Patch was confused. "You don't want Wuming to eat us, do you?"

Michaela looked down the stairs and closed her eyes:
"Wuming knows what I'm talking about."

Wuming also looked down the stairs and asked Patch:

"Our people are all down there, right?"

Wuming knew exactly what Michaela was talking about. Michaela had prepared for the worst by having Shadow City send out everyone. In the most unfavorable situation, Wuming could also gain power through collective sacrifice like Monger did.

Wuming feeds on souls, and the huge number of Messermo soldiers can satisfy his appetite.

If one wants to absorb runes, Michaela's body as the son of gold is the best food.

"The soldiers are here," Patch said. "They would only cause more bloodshed if they faced Monger. I didn't let them come."

Wuming asked: "Our caravan has arrived too, right?"

"Of course, for supplies." Patch became more alert, "What are you going to do?"

"What should I do? Didn't Monger tell me?" Wuming said, "As long as we have the dew drops, we can forcefully break through his blood ritual, right?"

Wuming waved his hand proudly: "Move out all the remaining dung beetles in our caravan!"

Soon, the sound of buzzing came from downstairs, and the caravan came to the bottom of the stairs, carrying cages one by one. Each cage was filled with densely packed dung beetles. Each dung beetle was pushing a bright red dew ball.

Wuming pried open a dew ball and threw it to Ge Fulei:

"Everyone, bring your dew drops and prepare to charge!"

Ge Fulei also laughed: "The last time I fought such a rich battle was when I was with my wife."

Everyone had two or three dew drops hanging around their waists, and rushed towards Monger again like hungry tigers. This time, they didn't have to worry about the cursed blood, and weaker warriors like Millicent and Ashmi also rushed forward.

The cursed blood got on his body, but he didn't care. The erosion was too severe, so he just picked up the dew drop ball and drank a gulp, and his injuries were healed immediately.

Mung was also a little dumbfounded when he saw this scene. Seeing a group of people rushing towards him while drinking dew drops, he estimated that even if he used the blood ritual, it would be difficult to get away with it. When he used the ritual, he would be drowned in the crowd, and if everyone stabbed him, he would not feel good.

If they hide in the blood pool, this group of people can rely on the dew drops to hold on longer. If they attack the blood pool with all their strength, a lot of his curse blood will be consumed.

We need a longer-range attack method that is powerful enough.

Monger stuck two blood forks into the ground:
"Don't underestimate the power of a mother!"

Behind the charging army, a shadow rose up. The cursed blood gathered and surged, and a high blood wave gradually formed and rushed over from behind the crowd.

If the whole body is stained with cursed blood, the damage will be much more terrible than stepping on the cursed blood with combat boots. As long as he can slow down these people, he can buy time to release the blood ritual.

But before the blood wave took shape, a shadow taller than the blood wave enveloped it.

Ge Fulei drank several dew drops, and all his injuries were healed. The excessive vitality made his whole body hot and red.

After drinking, Godfrey threw away his axe and plunged his hands into the pool of blood.

Afterwards, Ge Fulei lifted up a small pool of blood along with the corpses and land, and slammed it down heavily.

The blood wave created by Monger was buried in the soil by a landslide before it could even take shape.

Seeing that he couldn't stop the enemy, Monger raised his gun and flew high, preparing to create distance and perform the blood ritual in mid-air.

A shadow fell over his head.

Monger looked up and saw an ancient dragon with only two wings flying through the sky. A figure jumped off the ancient dragon and landed on his body from above.

Mungert used the cane to smash down, pushing Mung back to the ground.

On the ground, Latan had already rushed under Monge, sweeping his two swords, and the rocks on the ground bulged up, pushing away the cursed blood, making it impossible for Monge to receive the cursed blood as a buffer.

Monger slammed heavily on the rock, spurting out cursed blood. Monger looked at his brother who was holding him down and became furious:

"Why! Why do you want to oppose me? You were also abandoned by the Golden Tree, so why are you defending that incompetent mother?"

"What you call a good mother is one who inflicts wounds on everyone equally?" said Mongert.

"You don't understand your mother's true intention at all." Monger grinned, revealing his fangs that were bleeding. "Wounds and blood, pain and curses are the truth of life."

Monger spurted out a mouthful of blood, forcing Mungert to jump back to avoid it. But just as Monger stood up, he saw the shadow of Latan's double swords looming over his head.

Monger fell again, feeling that all the evil horns in his body were about to shatter.

Faced with such trauma, Monger simply laughed wildly, clenched the holy spear, and started the blood ritual once again.

Latan and the others immediately recovered with Dew Drops and bombarded Monger.

Monger silently endured all the attacks, stood up little by little, and waved the holy spear firmly. By the time the blood ceremony was over, the wounds on his body had recovered a lot.

Bright red blood like dewdrops flowed into Monger's body, continuously repairing his injuries.

"See? This is the blessing from my mother." Munger's horns were broken off, and his eyes were covered with blood. "This is the warmth of my mother, this is the proof of my love!"

On the ground, many blood arrows shot up into the sky. The cursed blood that was buried deep underground surged to the ground again, forming a blood mist in the air.

A blood mist gradually enveloped the entire sky above God's Gate, and some amorphous existence was surging in the blood mist.

The blood mist was still spreading, occupying the scene at the horizon. Both the shadowy trees and the moon in the sky were gradually becoming blurred in the blood mist.

Under the blood mist, tiny cracks began to appear on everyone's body, and drops of blood oozed out.

Everyone was shocked by the vision and looked at Monger, not expecting him to have such ability.

Munger looked up at the sky with a happy expression:

"Mother? Mother! You are here!"

Everyone was surprised: "How is it possible? The Gate of God clearly didn't move—"

Everyone looked towards God's Gate and fell silent.

In front of the dazzling light curtain, the air was slightly disturbed. Some invisible existence rose up like mist. Only the occasional air disturbance made people realize one thing - the Invisible Mother had appeared.

Everyone felt that it was difficult to breathe, as if some existence gradually replaced the air, becoming thicker and more aggressive, kissing and licking the body from the inside out, leaving wounds on the surface and inside the body.

Everyone thought that the Invisible Mother had not yet arrived, but they did not expect that Her almost unrecognizable size had already been revealed.

All the flesh and blood bodies stopped attacking. Blood filled their bodies and they could no longer control their bodies.

This is the power of God.

Monger turned around excitedly and praised the Gate of God:
"My mother, my God! Your king is here, and I am your most loyal child! Together, we will establish an eternal dynasty!"

Monger saw that in front of the Gate of God, in front of the broken stairs, Wuming was standing in front of the broken stairs that were as high as a person, looking up at the Gate of God.

Wuming stared blankly at the Gate of God, like a tiny believer on pilgrimage, looking at the great existence that could not be defied.

Dark blood was gushing out of Wuming's body, and wounds were accumulating on his helmet and knees. This was no longer an injury that could be cured by Lu Di, and he must have been too weak to move.

“Brother Wuming, don’t hesitate any longer!” Michaela lay at the door, covered in blood, and shouted, “Absorb other people’s Great Runes, that’s the only way to survive!”

Not far from Wuming, the Great Runes of Latan, Mongert, and Marenia were in sight, and in the distance, Michaela's Great Rune was also shining. Michaela believed that as long as she absorbed four Great Runes, Wuming's power would be enough to defeat Mongert and his god.

Ge Fulei sat beside Michaela, leaning against the stone door, also covered in blood, but he smiled:

"He has his own ideas."

"What else can he do?" Michaela was stunned.

"He was the one who asked me to lift the floor just now." Graveley said, "He should be able to find a way."

Under the earth, the souls attached to the corpses, those souls that had not yet been absorbed and sacrificed by the old horned woman, lifted up the corpses, broke through the soil, and all piled up near Wuming, with their souls attached to Wuming's head.

Black blood was squeezed out of Wuming's body again, as if the invisible existence was stopping Wuming's actions.

But the guardian spirit above his head was making judgments, ignoring the influence of flesh and blood, wrapping Wuming's body and allowing him to move.

Wuming turned around and smiled at Mengge:
"Thank you for separating the cursed blood from the corpse."

"Could it be..." Michaela was shocked, looking at the postures of sacrifice around Wuming, "He wants to enter the Gate of God? But this is not allowed..."

"He doesn't have the qualities of a god?" asked Ge Fulei.

Michaela said: "The stairs are as high as a person, as high as a chasm."

Wuming laughed and raised his hands.

Then, two brilliant swords appeared before his eyes and instantly pierced into the broken steps. Wuming grabbed the brilliant swords with both hands and climbed up!
In a few steps, he climbed up the stairs and arrived at the Gate of God.

Wuming looked back at Monger and the others:

"I'm going to go play, you guys hold on."

"No!" Michaela screamed.

But it was too late, Wuming jumped into the Gate of God and disappeared without a trace.

"What's wrong?" Graveley asked him.

"Entering the Gate of God is the first step to becoming a god." Michaela panicked, "Now there is no king to bring him back! How could he be so reckless!"

Michaela said, "Besides, we are already exhausted, how can we stop Monger?"

"Let me do it." Patch climbed up from below, his behavior quite natural.

Michaela was stunned: "But didn't you just get slapped away and crawled back?"

"Of course I'm not the only one."

Patch said, rushing forward.

This spider body seemed to have no blood. It was not controlled by the Invisible Mother, nor was it eroded by the cursed blood. It arrived in front of Monge in an instant, and its body immediately dispersed. The living web enveloped Monge and continued to cut his body.

Mung wanted to swing his spear again to hit Patch, but this time he failed to achieve his wish. The spider was extremely flexible and circled around Mung's spear, cutting his spear as it swung. Mung's holy spear and his body were cut into pieces inch by inch.

Mung used his blood to glue his body and weapon together. The originally heavy and hard spear was transformed into a whip, but Mung still wielded it with great vigor.

Monger's whip swept across, and Patch jumped back to avoid the long whip. However, Monger's arm stretched out, so he used the broken arm connected by blood to freely control the length. The long whip swung around Patch, penetrated through him, and smashed into the ground, splitting into two pieces.

Patch's body was more fragmented than Monger's. The whip tore Patch in half, but it didn't hurt him at all. He was like a ball of wool, shapeless and extremely tough. The whip that hit him was instead split in half by his body.

While Monger and Patch were fighting, Ashmi also began to transform, expanding, expanding, and expanding again.

A furnace golem stands atop the Tower of God.

The furnace golem was on fire, and Ashmi himself was also burned by the horrible flames. But following Wuming, he had gotten used to this kind of soul-touching flame, and could sustain it for a while.

The Burner Golem shook its head, and a huge spiral of flames with the same caliber as the Burner Golem swirled and plowed towards Monger.

The range was too large, and even though Monger had dodged, he was still completely enveloped. The fire storm tore his wings and body, and also tore his soul apart.

But when the flames dissipated, Monger was still standing there, his already charred body becoming even more charred.

“Hahahaha…” Monger laughed wildly, the blood flowing from his body igniting flames, “Do you think I’m afraid of fire? Do you think I’m afraid of fire?!”

Monger dived into the blood mist that filled the entire top of the tower, appeared above the head of the Burning Golem, thrust his spear, and pierced the eyes of the Burning Golem with his trident.

Then he flew into the Burning Furnace Golem, and the blood flame also swirled, guiding the flames inside the Burning Furnace Golem to accelerate, and soon the Burning Furnace Golem was overloaded, causing a series of explosions.

Ashmi fell to the ground and turned back into human form, constantly transforming into various golems to fight with Monger.

After Monger landed, Melina also joined the battle. She was a spirit and was also not controlled by the cursed blood, but her fighting power was still inferior.

Monger also challenged Ashmi Melina at the same time and was not at a disadvantage at all.

"No, this won't work..." Michaela muttered to herself as she watched the fight, "I can only..."

Michaela struggled to stand up.

The Blood Mother also bound him, but did not stop Michaela's actions. Just this one step, Michaela's body was already covered with wounds.

He couldn't maintain the illusion and returned to his hideous appearance.

Michaela was completely unaware and took another step forward.

Both of his arms disappeared and turned into blood mist.

But in its place was a pair of spiritual arms.

One more step and one of Michaela's legs disappeared.

Just as he was about to take another step, Patch came up to him.

He looked at Mikaela's half-spiritual state and said, "Forget it. If you abandon too many bodies, your Great Rune will also be broken. The spirit state will not be hurt, but it can't charm Monger."

Michaela turned pale, not knowing what to do.

He was even ready to sacrifice everyone, as long as it could help Wuming win, it would be worth it.

But he never expected that Wuming entered the Gate of God.

Michaela fully believed that Wuming had the qualifications to be a king and could bring back any god or man. But he himself had entered the Gate of God, so who would be the anchor to bring him back?

Patch said, "You gave Leida a blessing, right?"

Michaela nodded subconsciously.

"Give me a few blessings, too," said Patch. "Spiders have a lot of eyes, give me a few more."

"Will it be useful if I have the blessing?" Michaela was a little unconfident. "You are not that strong, and I am not a true god yet. My blessing should not be more powerful than the Invisible Mother."

"Just give it to me," said Patch.

Michaela handed Patch eight eyeball-shaped blessings.

Every rune is full of holy light and carries great blessings.

One of Patch's legs turned into a silk thread, took the Blessing Piercing, and turned to run towards Monger.

Then passed by Monger.

Patch came to the front of God's Gate, flicked the spider silk, and threw Michaela's blessed rune towards God's Gate.

After the swing, he did not forget to gently shake the silk thread. The placement of the runes was also very particular. The runes closest to the inside were already close to the Gate of God. The runes farther and farther away from the outside were more dazzling. They were arranged in sequence, gently shaken and swayed, just like the soul garden eels swaying in the cemetery.

Without shaking twice, Wuming walked out with his back hunched.

Pick up things as you walk.

Patch threw the last piece of Rune back, and Wuming followed the Rune and pounced in front of Patch.

"Are you willing to come back?" Patch said.

"What are you talking about? I've been waiting for you to call me." Wuming looked calm and took away the last piece of Rune.

"What do you mean? Leaving your brothers to suffer." Patch asked.

Wuming raised his arm and said:
"Isn't this to bring the old lady back?"

In Wuming's hand, he was holding the hunched old woman with horns. At this moment, the ferocious souls under the old woman's skin had disappeared, and she was as peaceful as before.

Nameless Pat Breastplate:

"I stopped the old lady halfway for you and snatched away half of the sacrificial souls. Only half of the Invisible Mother can come out. It's a great contribution, isn't it?"

Patch asked, "So will this thing that comes out now go back halfway?"

Wuming shook his head: "This is half, the other half hasn't come out yet."

"What's the use? We can't defeat them now." Patch looked towards Monger.

Ashmi has been completely controlled and trapped by Monger's cursed blood. The flames were ignited, ready to completely evaporate Ashmi.

Melina's figure also became much more illusory, and her soul was not completely invincible in front of Monger's evil horns.

It looked like the two were about to be defeated and destroyed.

Wuming quickly lifted Patch up and threw it towards Monger. Patch grabbed Monger's head and stabbed several bloody holes in his body.

Wuming was carried away by the vengeful spirit and rushed over, knocking Monge to the side. He took Ashmi and Melina away from Monge's control and went to Michaela for treatment.

As soon as he arrived at Michaela's place, Wuming was shocked:
"Why is it so miserable?"

"The Invisible Mother has emerged. No one can defeat a god sacrificed on this scale," said Michaela.

Wuming said: "I thought you could hold on a little easier with you here. Don't you have a golden needle that can drive away the outer gods?"

"If it is summoned, it is not considered an Outer God." Michaela said, "It already has half the status of a true god. Restraint also depends on the amount. I can't dispel the advent of this scale. It has become invisible, where can I pierce it with my golden needles?"

Michaela's expression relaxed a little:
"But it's a good thing you're back. Even though it was reckless, you're back after all. Then you're a true god-level being. I don't know what you saw on the other side of the door, but it should be enough to fight against the Invisible Mother."

"Huh? Does that mean you are a god just because you came back from the Gate of God?" Wuming tilted his head.

"Of course, you didn't get in touch with those inspirations through the Gate of God?" Michaela said, "Didn't you say that you intercepted half of the soul? Then you should be stronger than the Invisible Mother. The laws of God, plus your original power as a king, are enough to defeat the God Kings Monger and the Invisible Mother."

"There was contact, but after I convinced the old lady, I cut off the unused half of her soul. When I saw Patch calling me, I came back." Wuming said.

Michaela blinked and turned pale:

"You mean, you haven't been baptized by the Gate of God?"

"Probably not." Wuming said.

"We're done." Michaela dejected.

"Don't be so pessimistic. I've learned how to summon spirits from the old lady in the sect." Wuming said.

"Ordinary spirits are not that powerful." Michaela said, "They can only be used to convey the surrounding environment and familiar things."

"I'm going to summon the spirit of a familiar person." Wuming gave Michaela a thumbs up, signaling him to rest assured.

"Could it be...your idol?" Michaela still felt uneasy. "I know you admire him very much, but judging from your dream, he is not yet powerful enough to solve the problem at hand."

"Then you are wrong." Wuming said, "I do admire my idol the most, but the strongest person I know is not my idol, nor is it me."

"There are other experts?" Michaela was surprised.

Wuming drew out his sword and stabbed it into the ground.

Flames rose from the tip of the sword, sweeping over the long sword and Wuming.

As the flames passed by, the long sword in Wuming's hand turned into an ancient giant sword with flames attached to it.

The heavy armor on Wuming's body disappeared, replaced by a short-sleeved black satin top with silver armor ornaments, revealing his muscular arms and dark gold arm guards.

The crown on its head had several tall peaks and simple patterns. The reflection of the flames on the crown gave it a golden-red color.

The nameless figure disappeared, and in his place appeared an old man with a tough face and white hair and beard.

The old man spoke, his nameless voice disembodied:
"Sure enough, it has to be the one in his heyday."

(End of this chapter)