The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 483 Like Wife and Mother

While waiting for the Black Sword Malicus, everyone could still hear a dull rumbling sound coming from the ground. It was the sound of molten mud surging underground.

The roars were deafening, hammering at people's hearts, reminding them that the molten mud had not given up and were charging at anyone who could kill them with a desire to die.

Everyone sat around a table in silence.

Andros spoke up, and said to Michaela:

"Lord Black Sword is devoted to restoring the Golden Law, and his glory is hunting death. He will never agree to such an act of destroying the Golden Law."

Michaela disagreed: "In this situation, I think Lord Malicus will definitely put the overall situation first. Besides, it was my mother who broke the magic ring, and my mother's will is very clear. Lord Malicus, as my mother's sworn brother, will definitely be willing to support her."

"The Black Sword is the shadow of the God-Man, but he is also the shadow appointed by Two-Finger," said Andros, "Lord Two-Finger would not agree to something that goes against the Heavenly Gang."

"The Two Fingers also predicted the existence of seeds and fallen leaves. Gold is not immortal. The decline of the golden tree was also foreseen by the Two Fingers," said Michaela.

Melina said:
"My mother gave me the mission of lighting the flame. She really wanted death to come equally."

Michaela smiled at Andros:
"Look, Melina also said so. The last will is still valid."

"Lady Marika is not dead!" Andros retorted excitedly, unable to accept it.

"She is indeed not dead yet. After all, the Golden Law has not completely collapsed." Michaela looked at the twisted shadow tree. "Is mother also longing for her own death, like the molten mud..."

Andros watched Marika's children refute him one by one, and he became increasingly powerless to refute. He felt a deep sense of sadness, which was brought about by the feeling of powerlessness.

There was a crowd of people outside the door and a commotion, and everyone knew that Malicus was coming.

"Then let's see what Lord Malicus thinks." Andros could only say, "Lord Malicus will definitely not agree."

"I believe Lord Malicus will agree with our ideas." Michaela smiled confidently.

The fat and ragged Black Sword also stood in front of the round table and delivered an important speech:

"I'm hungry. I want to eat dead roots."

Then Black Sword rolled over, lying on the ground and slapping the ground randomly:

"I want to eat dead roots! I want to eat dead roots!"

Andros actually took out a dead root - it looked like an eroded golden tree seed. He quickly handed it to Black Sword: "Here is the dead root."

Black Sword stopped making trouble instantly and looked at Dead Root. The beast's mouth under the hood opened, tongue stuck out, and drooled.

He grabbed the seed that had turned black, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it vigorously.

"Where did you get the dead roots?" Wuming was curious. "I've never seen this before. Is it delicious?"

"D gave it to me," Andros said. "He came to Shadowland to follow Lord Black Sword's orders and continue hunting death here. When he rescued us, he was sneaking into the underground cemetery to clear out the corpses of the dead prince's clones, clean up the dead roots, and deal with the dead prince's rebellious supporters."

Andros looked at Malycus:
"According to him, Lord Black Sword should be calmer after eating the dead root."

Seeing Black Sword like this, everyone felt a little emotional, and they all waited silently for Black Sword to finish eating.

Black Sword indeed became calmer and no longer distressed. He sat there upright in silence, and the powerful feeling of oppression he once felt gradually returned.

Mikaela stepped forward and saluted the black sword:
"Uncle, long time no see."

"Ah, you are Marika's child." Black Sword identified Michaela and seemed to have regained consciousness.

Michaela nodded and said, "Uncle, only you can solve this problem now. The molten mud has erupted, and the Golden Law does not allow them to die, causing them to go crazy. If it is not resolved, I am afraid it will cover the entire Shadow Land and threaten the borderland and the golden tree."

"Do you want me to kill them?" Malicus' voice was low and oppressive.

Andros said, "Lord Malikus, he wants you to release the Death Rune."

Malicus' body trembled, and he growled in a low voice:
"impossible."

Andros smiled with relief and looked at Michaela.

Michaela said: "This is also what my mother wanted. It is her last wish. I hope you can obey it."

"Impossible, how could it be her last wish?" Malicus said, "She told me that she wanted me to seal my death. If she wanted to change her mind, why didn't she tell me?"

Maliks' mood became unstable again:
"Malika, why... lied to me... why did you break it..."

The animal's nose under the cloak became wet again:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Marika... The Golden Rule is hard to restore... Can't we go back to the way it was before..."

Black Sword howled to the sky, filled with sorrow and indignation, then lowered his head and said listlessly:
"I'm hungry……"

Andros quickly sent over another dead root.

Black Sword chewed the dead root and said aggrievedly: "Something else got mixed in..."

Just as he was about to continue crying, someone walked up to him.

Melina walked slowly to Black Sword. She was petite and looked up at Black Sword, who was lying on the ground with his head down. She stretched out her hands, hugged Black Sword's cheeks, and touched his wet nose.

Black Sword's nose twitched, as if he felt that this technique was somewhat familiar, and he lowered his head:
"Malika?"

Melina said, "Mother didn't blame you. You don't have to blame yourself. She didn't have time to resent anyone. The world has changed dramatically. What Mother needs to think about is how to change. You also know that the Golden Rule is difficult to repair now that death has spread. And a broken law will only bring greater disasters."

Melina stroked Black Sword's hairy cheek, stroking his chin beard expertly:

"Mother has spent half her life fighting against the prophecy of the two fingers and those curses. But she has long understood that the prophecy will come true. The falling leaves and seeds have long foreshadowed the decline of the golden tree. Now, mother only wants to end this pain - when life is no longer happy, the only consolation is death."

"But...but Marika said..." Black Sword hesitated.

Melina punched Black Sword's nose:

"Release the Death Rune for the sake of mother. Let death return equally."

Hei Jiantou shrank back and wrinkled his nose.

He opened his mouth slightly, saliva dripped between his jagged teeth, and the breath of death exhaled from his mouth.

The earthquake interrupted the conversation between the man and the beast, and the earth began to shake again.

"Here it comes again?" Wuming shouted towards the sky.

Lance Shanks hovered in the sky, carrying a crystal and a set of equipment around his neck, projecting images of the sky onto the ground.

On the earth, the molten mud once again tore the ground apart and poured directly upwards.

This time, they mainly drilled out from the Cemetery Plain, probably because it was closest to the Blue Coast. Along the cracks in the earth that had been torn apart before, a wave of molten mud climbed up and shot up into the sky like a fountain.

Even inside the tower, you can see the pool of black mud.

Black Sword's stomach growled, and he exhaled a puff of black air and roared in a low voice:
"Death...is not enough, I haven't devoured enough..."

The body that was as fat as a ball suddenly bounced up, squeezed out of the tower town at a rapid speed, and rushed towards the pool of black mud.

Like a vicious dog at mealtime.

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After Malicus, the others followed.

The soldiers set out again, ready to repel the molten mud.

Latan picked up the two silver and black kittens from his shoulders again and handed them to Michaela to look after. Facing the molten mud that penetrated every hole, Latan had no confidence that he could protect the two little animals.

Michaela took the kitten and was bitten by the black cat again, scratching his arm madly.

Seeing that the black cat was unwilling to obey, Michaela reluctantly handed the two cats back to the corner people:

"Forget it, you guys take care of it, I'll go help."

Black Sword Malicus rushed in the front at a very fast speed. He ran across the cemetery plain and rushed to the molten mud in a flash.

Although his body was as fat as a ball and he was wearing a cape, Malikus's movements were extremely flexible. The molten mud had spikes protruding from its body, trying to pierce Malikus, but he dodged them with a light sidestep and swung his hand, throwing out gravel and breaking the molten mud.

The molten mud lurked underground, surrounding his entire body from below. Malikus used his limbs to grab the ground and exerted force, leaping high into the air. He grabbed a huge rock in his hand and threw it at the molten mud below, breaking it apart.

Malicus landed on the ground, dug the claws of both hands deeply into the ground, and then pulled hard. Ten air blades followed the claws to tear the earth apart, tearing the molten mud underground into pieces.

Every attack from the molten mud would be dodged and counterattacked by him, gradually wearing away.

The molten mud became more and more violent, and the speed of the molten mud flowing out from the cracks became faster and faster, finally catching up with Malikus and knocking him away. The molten mud attached to his tattered clothes and kept gnawing at them.

At this time, the others finally arrived.

A golden sword formation emerged from mid-air, suspended above the crack, and dropped countless sacred lightsabers.

Lance Shanks flew over, spewing dragon flames along the cracks, burning the molten mud all over.

With the experience of fighting the enemy last time, the people coming this time are either masters of using fire or masters of using divine power.

In addition, there are complete power players like Gefulei Starbreaker. They lift up the earth, create air waves, and use overwhelming force to push the molten mud back into the cliffs and cracks.

Wuming arrived last and helped Malicus, who was knocked flying, burn off the molten mud on his body. He told him to have a good rest, then rushed to the front line and started setting fire.

But this time the molten mud fountain was extremely rapid, with molten mud continuously gushing out from the cracks, forming huge waves from the sky, constantly impacting everyone's defense line.

The two sides were in a stalemate for a while.

A ball of molten mud spurted out with high pressure and flew towards Lance Shanks in the sky. Lance Shanks now only had two wings left, and his body was a little unstable. He had no time to dodge and watched the black mud approaching.

A golden halo was thrown out from afar and hovered in front of Lance Shanks. The millstone-like halo consumed all the molten mud. The sacred light completely melted the molten mud, leaving no possibility of resurrection.

Michaela also came from afar, emitting golden holy light all over her body.

"That's amazing. We need a gold expert like you." Wuming praised, with fire in his hand burning.

Michaela approached the crack, and the strong holy light on her body pushed the molten mud back three points.

Michaela walked in the air, suspended above the crack, with her fingers extended and pointed at the molten mud below, looking sacred and noble.

From Wuming's perspective, behind Michaela's tall and ugly body, which was similar to Mungert's, a pair of huge translucent membrane wings rose up, flapping and carrying him into flight.

Looking at the molten mud under his feet, Michaela stopped launching holy light attacks, and dark purple liquid began to drip from his hands.

Michaela's blonde hair also darkened, turning into a dark purple color, and her face became softer and more feminine.

With this transformation, the dark purple liquid dripping from Michaela's fingertips became richer and thicker, emitting a captivating aroma.

The drop of dark liquid seeped into the molten mud, and a deep pit immediately formed in the molten mud, as if the molten mud had been bombarded by some powerful cannon.

As drops of liquid dripped from Michaela's fingertips, the molten mud below seemed to melt and spread out continuously, then slowly gathered together, but it was no longer active and just filled up the cracks, blocking the way for the subsequent molten mud to advance.

The purple color was still spreading and merging with the molten mud. It seemed that more and more molten mud was becoming still.

Michaela's hair color was almost completely purple, her face became rounder, and she looked as cute as a doll. Her small lips became even more rosy and pretty, and there was even a bulge on her chest.

Michaela breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the purple sweat stains off her face and smiling at the others who were watching him.

A black arrow shot out from the purple rift, instantly piercing Michaela's body, melting the mud into a barb and pulling Michaela into the black mud.

A moment later, there was a shocking explosion, and the blonde Michaela rose into the air again. Holy light continued to burst out around her, melting the surrounding molten mud and blowing it away. The feminine features on her body gradually changed back. A huge light wheel stepped under her feet, grinding the molten mud that attacked her.

Michaela smoothed her blonde hair in embarrassment and shook her head at others, indicating that she needed help.

Seeing Michaela's prowess, the other masters naturally did not want to be outdone.

Ge Fulei waved his big hand like a palm leaf fan, creating a storm, gathering the molten mud back into the crack, then lifted it high above the crack and blasted it downwards with his limbs. The huge reaction force made him float in the air, and the transparent air cannon kept pressing the molten mud down.

Starbreaker used gravity magic to lift more soil and rocks to fill the gaps.

Several experts were responsible for each section of the crack and managed to block the molten mud fountain.

But before everyone could relax, another hole was pushed open at the back, with even greater pressure and a higher spray.

The gushing molten mud stabbed towards Malycus like a sharp sword.

Malicus, who had taken a short rest in the back, raised his left hand as he looked at the molten mud rushing towards him.

On the back of his hand, a ruby-decorated ornament was placed on it, facing the pool of molten mud.

The molten mud arrow shattered the ruby, deflected slightly, and shot right at Malicus' head.

The molten mud splashed everywhere, covering Malicus' figure, making it impossible to see his condition.

"Are you still alive? If you're alive, make a sound!" Wuming shouted at Malicus, "If you're dead, remember to release the Death Rune before you die."

Malycus did squeak, a dull sound echoing in the air:

"…'Death'…"

The spring where the molten mud came out suddenly became straight. All the molten mud along the way stopped and changed color in mid-air, turning into a ball of gray-white mud, which fell to the ground and lost its activity.

At Malicus's location, a ball of deep red light ignited. The molten mud that came into contact with the red light lost its color and fell to the surroundings, revealing Malicus's true appearance.

The complicated rags on his body gradually melted away, revealing the slim armor underneath.

A giant, slender wolf appeared there.

The head that was hit by the molten mud was wearing a beast helmet made of black iron decorated with gold, and the body was wearing a slim armor of the same design. The layers of black and gold interwoven armor had a crescent-shaped cloak hanging from it.

Under the helmet is flowing gray hair, which is very similar to the gray hair color on the Black Knights' helmets.

The giant wolf stood on three paws, its right paw holding a rough obsidian sword. Black and red flames floated on the sword, which was the breath of death.

The giant wolf opened its bloody mouth and released blood:
"…Become my sword once again."

The giant wolf swung the black sword in its hand, and the black and red blade of light harvested along the direction of the molten mud.

The molten mud along the way died until the blade of light sank into the cave entrance.

The attack of the black sword seemed to have awakened the molten mud, and molten mud arrows continuously shot out from the cave. The active molten mud changed its trajectory in the air and scattered towards Malicus.

Malicus raised up and swung the huge sword in the air, and dozens of light blades tore through all the molten mud.

The speed of the molten mud gushing out could not keep up with the speed of the giant wolf's sword swinging. Malicus brandished the black sword and rushed towards the spring. He jumped high and inserted the sword into the spring.

A huge amount of red air blades burst out, forming an impenetrable wall that completely pressed the molten mud back.

Death seemed to be spreading along the spring, and other molten mud in the rift was also changing color and becoming inactive.

The mindless molten mud seemed to understand fear, and the speed of its outflow finally slowed down and gradually faded away.

Black Sword stood in the lifeless flesh and blood, looked around, and roared to the sky.

"This is the real black sword." Latan looked at the giant wolf roaring towards the sky, his whole body trembling with fear of death, his eyes filled with unstoppable excitement, "Death of a demigod, a legendary hero."

"The real black sword?" Wuming pondered, "Could it be that it can be explained?"

Wuming looked at the surging molten mud in the distance. The power of death seemed to have not been fully released. The molten mud of death was gradually being replaced.

It is estimated that after some time, these melted mud will impact this section of the rift again.

Wuming asked Michaela, "Go and convince Black Sword to release the Death Rune. It is indeed useful. I will delay for a while. I will be fine for a while."

As he spoke, a raging flame ignited Wuming's body and he flew to the bottom of the cliff, starting a raging sea of ​​fire.

Mikaela walked up to Black Sword and said sincerely:

"Uncle, you've seen that sealing death has brought such bad consequences. Times have changed. You should release the Death Rune. This way, the seal on the Golden Tree can be lifted and we can see Mother again."

"Goodbye Marica..." Maricas murmured.

"Yes, you can see your mother again." Michaela said, "You can ask her in person. She will definitely not blame you or resent you——"

There was a flash of red light, and half of Michaela's body was cut off.

"You're lying!" Maliks roared wildly, blood emanating from his body, "Malika told me that she hopes I will become the seal of my destined death!"

The sudden attack was unexpected, and Latan quickly cast gravity magic to pull Michaela back.

Malicus was panting, with his beast helmet facing the crowd in the distance.

Facing Malikus holding the Rune of Death, everyone became nervous. But Malikus did not fight with them, but turned and ran away at a very fast speed, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

After a while, Wuming came back, still a little confused:

"Did you convince him? I don't feel that way. I thought it would be more ceremonial and abstract."

Wuming noticed that Michaela was lying on the ground with only half of her body left, and was shocked:
"what happened?"

"I'm sorry, I failed to convince it." Michaela's face turned pale, and she turned into the ugly giant and smiled bitterly at Wuming, "Malicus still seems unwilling to release death."

"Stop talking for now." Wuming said, and asked the others, "Can he be saved?"

"If you're injured by the Death Rune, the wound won't heal easily," Latan said. "But it's not like carving a centipede ring on your body, so it won't be fatal."

"Let's go back first?" Lance Shanks suggested, looking at Michaela's miserable condition.

"No, we'll set up camp here." Wuming said, "The attacks from the molten mud are too frequent, so let's just observe from here."

Wuming no longer returned to Barrett, but used Kalia's projection communication technology to communicate remotely with Patch and others to discuss solutions.

"If the Black Sword refuses to release the Death Rune, then we have to find another way," Patch said. "Steal it."

“It’s hard,” Michaela said. “He’s been robbed once, and he’s crazy vigilant.”

"Then let's think of more solutions." Wuming said.

"My hypnosis doesn't work anyway," Michaela said. "Maliks doesn't sleep at all."

"How about disguise?" Greg suggested, "I have a mimic veil that can disguise myself as someone else."

"What disguise do I have to take to get the Death Rune from the Black Sword?" Patch glanced sideways.

"Grandmother?" Greg guessed.

"Well, we'll consider the feasibility later." Patch said, "Anyway, let's find the Black Sword first."

Wuming said: "Just send soldiers to find the Black Sword. Notify us when you find it. I'm going to take the experts with me to stop the Black Mud first."

"Take the initiative?" Patch asked.

Wuming nodded: "From the current perspective, if the main part of the big hole is not resolved, molten mud may burst out at any time in various places."

Wuming said, "I plan to go directly to the southern coast with a few demigods to attack the main body of the molten mud. This way, there will be much less molten mud on top. The scattered molten mud on top will be dealt with by the Black Knights and Horned People. The others should find the Black Sword as soon as possible and get the Death Rune."

Michaela was a little worried: "The moment the soldier finds it, he will probably be killed instantly by the black sword."

"Anyway, you guys should discuss it. You are so many smart people, so just discuss it." Wuming said, "We, the rough guys, have a lot to consider."

Wuming said this, and took Gefulelatan and others and ran directly to the bottom of the cliff to intercept the molten mud.

When a super master is in the molten mud, he can really give full play to his strength without worrying about wasting energy.

Michaela continued to discuss with others:

"If stealing doesn't work, we can only fight hard. To fight the Black Sword, we need the power of a king. Malicus is good at fighting in a roundabout way, which will take a long time. We can't let Gefuli Wuming and his men take on the task of blocking the molten mud and defeating the Black Sword at the same time."

Patch said, "And the only thing that can truly destroy the molten mud is the nameless flame plus some divine power. Although people like Ge Fulei Man Yue can stop the molten mud, as the molten mud continues to flow out, they will gradually become exhausted until they collapse."

Michaela and Patch reached a consensus - the search mission was given to the Messermo soldiers who were good at this and the Horned Man who was familiar with the Shadow Land. And the molten mud needed a means to block it for a moment without Wuming and others, in case Wuming and others were needed to deal with the Black Sword, and others were helpless against the molten mud.

"Right now, the weaknesses of the molten mud are fire and death," Patch said. "We don't have the death rune, so we can only think of a way to deal with fire."

Patch called Laelana and asked her to calculate the efficiency of the Furnace Golem.

But unfortunately, the conclusion reached was that even if all the furnace golems in Shadow Land were moved there, it would be difficult to handle such a huge amount of molten mud.

The super fortress that was once invincible against the Horned People, now became as small as a doll in the face of the tsunami-like molten mud.

Everyone thought of several plans, but it was difficult to ensure that the flame could be big enough to block the melting mud, or the construction period was insufficient and it could not be realized.

Whether it was Gaileed's wall of smoky fire or guiding the Shadow Tree to burn again with the rejected thorn fence, the actual operation was full of difficulties.

When the enemy's size reaches a certain level, ordinary means will hardly work.

"This is a crisis of god-like scale," Patch said. "It requires a means of the same level."

There was a whisper from the Horned Man, and after a moment, the old Horned Man came out:

"We may have a solution."

"Please speak." Patch put away his usual joking attitude and wanted to hear the horn man's opinion.

Michaela guessed: "Could it be using the Gate of God?"

The old Horned Woman shook her head and said, "It is impossible for us to offer sacrifices of that scale anytime soon, nor can we summon a suitable deity to possess us. Our tribe is afraid of fire, but the molten mud can only be killed by fire."

"Divine power can actually do that, the divine life force, can also kill the molten mud," Michaela said.

"It's a pity that we have only a few priests left." The old horned woman said, "Our solution is to sacrifice a part of the area and guide the molten mud to that place to buy time."

"It is indeed a solution that only the owner of this land can come up with." Michaela said, "Has anyone calculated how fast the molten mud spreads? We need to calculate how long this area can hold them back, and also leave time for the people in that area to evacuate."

"We can hold on for a long time, and there is no need to evacuate." The old woman of the horned people said, "That area is not an ordinary place."

"Oh?" Everyone listened attentively.

"There is fire there. It is a forbidden place for our tribe." The old woman of the horned people said, "There is crazy fire there."

After this, Michaela Patch and the others became serious.

The biggest crisis they had experienced before was caused by Dianhuo. When facing Dianhuo, an external god, they should still show due respect.

Michaela said, "Crazy? There should be talented people there."

"Not much." The old Horned Woman said, "But in that place, whether it is animals, flowers, or even our torturer, they are all infected by the Mad Fire. Most importantly, even the cliffs are infected with the Mad Fire."

Patch understood: "This kind of place is indeed suitable for dragging the molten mud."

The old woman showed the map to everyone:

"This place is at the bottom of the valley, and the location is also suitable. It can accommodate a lot of molten mud, and the crazy fire on the cliff wall of the deep valley can burn the molten mud and hold them back."

"Are you sure no one needs to evacuate?" Michaela asked.

"There are some people infected with the Mad Fire," the old Horned Woman said. "Do you want to save them?"

"For most epilepsy patients, the harm is not serious and there is still hope of cure," said Michaela.

"What about those who came into direct contact with Three Fingers?" asked the old Horned Woman.

Mikaela frowned, "Those?"

“Those,” the old Horned Woman confirmed, “are at least seven. Some of them probably can’t stand the pain any more. It’s a good thing to end their suffering.”

Michaela took a deep breath and said, "There are so many traces of Three Fingers' activities here."

Patch looked at the map at the bottom of the valley and made a decision:

"I think it's good, let's do it this way."

"The problem now is how to guide the molten mud," said the old Horned Woman. "We don't understand this."

"It won't be a big deal," Michaela said. "As long as we can make the molten mud aware that there is fire, they will go there automatically."

Michaela thought about the nature of the epilepsy and sighed:
"A desperate and crazy mind will always spontaneously pursue that kind of flame."

"Well, let's use this plan for now." Patch said, looking at Michaela:
"It's better to be prepared. What is that purple poison you released earlier? It seems to be able to control the molten mud?"

"We should be able to control them and make them fall into a deep sleep, which is no different from death," Michaela said, "but for some reason, it failed again..."

"This is an emergency situation," Patch said. "Others should also think about backup plans and prepare for possible emergencies."

Patch looked at the projection. "Any comments? If not, cut off the communication and take action."

"I have an opinion." Someone raised his hand.

It was actually Laelana.

"Oh? Do you think there are any hidden dangers in our plan?" Patch asked.

Lailana said: "You want to free the Death Rune, what about the deaths that were originally blocked by the Death Rune?"

"They will lose the power that supports their immortality." Michaela replied, "This is our goal. Only in this way can the molten mud be in control."

Lailana said, "What about Messermo?"

"This..." Michaela groaned.

"I think if Messermo were still alive, he would be willing to sacrifice himself like this." Patch wiped his tears.

"Why do we have to hold a moment of silence in his memory?" Lailana glared at Patch.

Michaela said: "Brother Messermo's immortality comes from his snake nature, the Golden Rule, and the Golden Tree's memory of him.

"After the Rune of Death is unlocked, the Golden Law will collapse, and the snake's immortality should not be affected. As for the Golden Tree, if it is not burned actively, the tree will be fine, but the memories carried by the Golden Tree may cause some unknown effects."

Michaela concluded: "There is still hope for resurrection."

There is still hope for resurrection, but this made Laelana lose hope.

Patch spread his hands: "There's nothing we can do. Who could have thought that a molten mud would suddenly appear? There's nothing we can do. We can't just wait for Messermo to revive and not deal with the molten mud."

"Nothing else, I'm hanging up." Patch said, cutting off the communication.

A beautiful and gentle face was reflected on the crystal. Lailana looked at the communication magic circle and felt despair in her heart.

She clenched her fists and went straight to Mangetsu.

"Let's hold the resurrection ceremony now." said Lailana.

Man Yue was surprised by Laelana's impatience:
"The current preparations are not sufficient. We have not yet found the materials that can fill Messermo's body and ensure that there is no rejection."

“Aren’t there branches of the shadow tree?” Lailana said.

"We still want to use flesh and blood as much as possible to shape it." Man Yue said, "It is easier to control."

"But we can't wait any longer." Laylana said with tears in her eyes, "They are going to release the Death Rune."

Man Yue understood immediately:
"Then resurrection will be more difficult."

After all, many aspects of this resurrection ceremony are based on the Golden Law. If the Golden Law is broken, no one can say for sure whether the ceremony will still work.

"But if it's like this now, let's not talk about whether it will succeed or not. Even if it succeeds, I'm afraid it won't be complete." Man Yue said, "You have to think about it carefully."

"That's better, I won't see him again." Lailana choked up a little.

Man Yue understood her sister's will, nodded, comforted her to sit down, and began to prepare for the ceremony herself.

Man Yue called Wengo, Greg and Kalman, who were responsible for controlling the ceremony, explained the problem, and started the ceremony.

The resurrection ceremony was strange and terrifying.

It combines Wingo's soulless zombies, Greg's limb grafts, Kalman's fallen perfumer's herbs and volcanic spells, as well as the secret method of rebirth that is not allowed in the world.

Messemo's flesh and blood snaked on the ground, circling around and forming one ancient secret code after another, forming an evil and ominous magic circle.

The blood, bones, broken branches, and golden runes boiled and stuck together, forming sticky bubbles and pulling out bloody tendons and bones.

A human figure gradually appeared on the magic circle.

Lailana watched from afar, tears in her eyes, unable to suppress the fear and sadness in her heart.

She was very scared, afraid that because of her, Meisemuo would become an even more taboo monster. She was afraid that Meisemuo would not accept her as she was, and even hate her.

What she feared most was that Messermo would beg her to kill him.

All kinds of worries and terrible thoughts kept emerging from my mind and I could never suppress them.

Lailana was overwhelmed by the imagined fear and could hardly breathe. She sat back in her chair, closed her eyes, and tightly grasped the flaming straight sword in her hand.

The faith of the Kalia people is often weak, but at this moment, Lailana began to pray to the golden tree.

She closed her eyes and prayed. She didn't know how much time had passed before she heard footsteps.

From the voice, I knew it was her sister.

Indicates that the ceremony is over.

For a moment, Laila was afraid to open her eyes and face the unknown outcome.

"Laelana." Man Yue's voice was indistinguishable from sadness or joy. "The ceremony is over."

Lailana opened her eyes and looked at her sister's tall body and broad chest, tears glistening in her eyes.

"It was pretty much as we expected," Man Yue said. "The process was in line with expectations. Naturally, the problems caused by the lack of flesh and blood were also in line with expectations."

Laelana felt a chill in her heart:
"Only part of the body was resurrected? Was it the brain?"

Man Yue's expression was somewhat complicated:

"You'll know for yourself when you see it."

As he spoke, he moved to the side, and a thin figure hidden by a large magician's robe appeared.

A boy wrapped in a loose red cloak appeared in front of Lailana.

He had Messermo's red hair and a small face with features similar to Messermo's, except that he was not as thin. He had baby fat and a ruddy complexion.

There are even little red snakes with wings on them.

But the boy was a little too small, probably only reaching Laelana's thigh. The winged snakes on his body were particularly tender, with round scales and small wings.

The boy looked at Lailana with a dazed look in his eyes, and subconsciously clutched his cloak.

"He's not quite conscious yet," Man Yue said, "but he should recover over time."

Man Yue looked at her sister with some worry:

"Your current state may not be ideal, but at least you are a complete person and can grow up. Anyway, you have plenty of time. You have waited for a long time, so you should not miss this little bit of time. You can wait a little longer—"

Man Yue wanted to comfort her sister, but suddenly stopped talking.

She saw her sister's eyes fixed on Messermo, her cheeks flushed, and a stream of blood slowly flowed down from under her nose.

Man Yue followed Lailana's line of sight.

Messermo was wrapped in a bright red cloak, which looked very loose due to his small body, and his tender and fair skin and a little blush on the white skin were faintly revealed.

The women of Kalia have always been unable to resist the color red.

Man Yue pursed her lips, narrowed her eyes, and looked at her sister with a weird look.

She recalled what Laelana had said when she had a heart-to-heart talk with her sister.

“Maybe a man always needs a woman to take the place of his mother – but unfortunately I can’t do that.”

"Laelana, you——" Man Yue hesitated.

"Sister, thank you." Lailana suddenly looked at Man Yue and gave her a thumbs up.

Because he shook his head too quickly, the nosebleed almost splashed onto Man Yue.

Man Yue held her forehead with her hand and said, "Forget it, as long as the result is good."

Man Yue led the other ritual performers away, turned his back to Lailana, and said:
"We're going to support the melting mud."

Having said that, he quickly left without paying any attention to the hissing sounds behind him.

(End of this chapter)