The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 484 Michaela's Sense of Disobedience

Michaela was resting in Tower Town, her lower body slowly recovering.

He lay on the bed with a small pool of melted mud at his hand.

Michaela dripped purple liquid from her fingers, diluted it and dripped it onto the molten mud, then waited.

You can see the molten mud remaining quiet for a long time, then gradually reviving. As more purple liquid drips into it, it will fall asleep again.

Michaela repeated this process over and over again, recording the sleeping time of the molten mud and found that there was no change.

He picked up the map, looked at the valley bottom that was about to be filled with molten mud, and gently stroked the insane fire mark on the map with his fingers.

Michaela asked someone to contact Ashmi who was guarding in front of the Tower Town with the Black Knight.

"What can I do for you?" Ashimi came over and asked with a very respectful attitude.

Although Michaela no longer needs to use charm, Ashmi still remembers the way Michaela controlled her before, and feels terrified just looking at Michaela.

Michaela handed a token and a letter to Ashmi:
"This is the symbol that Brother Mongget gave me. You can contact the Golden Tree near the Shadow Tree, and the person in charge of opening and closing the seal opposite the Golden Tree will open the seal. You are the fastest, take the symbol back to the border and bring someone here."

Ashmi obeyed the order and turned into a bird to return to Shadow City.

Michaela thought about it, opened the communication magic circle, and asked Patch:

"Has Uncle Black Sword been found?"

"No," Patch said. "Maybe he ran back to the border?"

"He longs to devour death," Michaela said. "He came here because he could no longer find the roots of death at the border. Hunger won't let him leave. Let's go look for it in places related to death."

"Many graveyards are on the lower levels, which is very dangerous," Patch said. "We're afraid that the molten mud will suddenly rush over."

"Brother Wuming is fighting hard, so we should fight too." Michaela said, "This is the location of the Horned People's cemetery. You can combine it with the Shadow City's and search them all."

The communication was cut off and Michaela covered her heart.

A feeling of uneasiness always lingers.

Several wounded people were brought to Michaela, asking for his medical assistance.

After the Horned Man and the Black Knights were responsible for cleaning up the remaining molten mud, this kind of injuries occurred frequently, so Michaela was stationed here to heal the wounded.

But this time the cure was different from usual.

The wounds caused by the molten mud were usually corrosion and puncture wounds, but this time a horned man was injured, and his injuries were caused by blunt objects and divine power.

The horn man who was sent over was still cursing and swearing at the Black Knight.

"What's wrong?" Michaela asked about the horn man's condition while treating him.

After asking, I found out that the Horned Man and the Black Knight are now standing together and fighting side by side to fight death together.

This was done intentionally by the top leaders, who hoped that both sides could regain the trust they had when they once fought side by side.

But the Horned Man was accidentally injured by the Black Knight. I don't know if it was due to a lack of tacit cooperation, a chaotic formation, or the Black Knight had been hunting filth for a long time, causing his hand to slip.

But the Horned People were injured by the Black Knight anyway, and the holy war had just ended. Everyone was unwilling to believe that the Black Knight did not do it on purpose, and the Horned People complained bitterly.

After the Horned Man was cured, several more Black Knights were sent over. They also did not suffer piercing or corrosive damage, but were injured by the Horned Man.

Seeing this situation, Michaela felt a little headache.

It looked like the conflict between the two tribes might be magnified again because of this misunderstanding. At this critical moment, Michaela did not dare to make any mistakes. She immediately contacted the high-ranking officers of the various armies and asked the Black Knights and the Horned People to fight separately.

After we separated, things finally calmed down a bit.

A few days passed, and there was still no sign of the black sword.

It was as if it had disappeared, and could not be found anywhere. Whether it was the secret place known to the Horned People, the place recorded by the Crusaders, or even when Moore and Marenia contacted the corrupted followers, they could not find any trace of the Black Sword.

He is indeed like a shadow, hiding in the dark, appearing when needed and delivering a fatal blow.

A few days later, Wuming, Ge Fulei and others came back.

A funeral is being held in Tower Town.

In the battle with the molten mud, the horned man died.

Although it was a funeral, the atmosphere among the people was very lively and there was not much sadness.

On the one hand, it is because the Horned People are obsessed with the soul and don't care much about the death of the body. More importantly, the Horned People can now hold funerals.

During the jihad, the people of the Horns had almost given up traditional funerals because funerals would attract the jihadist army. Now that they can hold funerals normally, they suddenly feel a sincere happiness and peace.

Michaela, whose thighs had grown out, sat in a wheelchair, pushed by Marlenya, and watched this funeral with special significance together with the old horned woman.

Michaela discussed with the old woman of the Horned People, planning to gradually fade out some of the culture of the Horned People, or change it, such as the pot-keeping technology and torture technology, so that the two tribes can truly tolerate each other.

Basically, except for the fact that the Horned Man of the Furnace would not give in, the old Horned Woman nodded in agreement on all other details.

Michaela negotiated smoothly with the Horned People and was in a good mood, watching the Horned People's sacrifice.

The horn people placed the dead on the altar, sprinkled incense, and danced around them. They hung a necklace of mixed horns around the necks of the dead and chanted ancient hymns to them.

A black cat broke into the funeral and jumped over the dead body. The cornerman who didn't keep an eye on the black cat hurried over to apologize.

The Horned Man wanted to get angry, but was stopped by Michaela:
"Remember what we said, we need to reduce the sentence."

Michaela excused the guy:
"Besides, I entrusted the black cat to someone else to look after. I know that black cat is very wild and even I can't control it."

"Even you can't be controlled?" The old horned woman was surprised. She ordered the others to let the horned man go and chatted with Michaela, "The horned spirit beasts of my tribe are very close to you."

"But I don't like that cat." Michaela spread her hands and smiled at the people in the corner. "I heard that black cats can communicate with spirits. When they jump over the bodies of newly dead people, the bodies will come back to life. Maybe the cat wants to help you resurrect people."

The old woman of the horned people chuckled: "It's just superstition. We have studied that mechanism a long time ago. The fluctuations of the soul can occasionally cause the body to react, but it can't revive. To be truly resurrected, you still have to reincarnate back to the tree."

"Yes." Michaela sighed, "I have also done special research. If it were possible, Brother Godwin's soul would have returned long ago."

After the funeral, Michaela returned to her original seat and received the wounded.

Several cornermen hurriedly carried a wounded man over and placed him next to Michaela.

Michaela checked the wounded man's injuries and was stunned.

"Brother Wuming?"

Wuming was lying on a stretcher, cut in half, and was greeting him.

There is a black and red light on the cross section of the waist, which encroaches on the black color inside the cross section.

Looking outside again, I found that Ge Fu, Lei Menggete and others had also come over.

"What happened?" Michaela asked, "The molten mud was temporarily repelled? How did Brother Wuming get injured? And this injury looks..."

"Malicus has been found," said Latan.

Several people were blocking the molten mud on the southern coast, and the discovery of Malycus meant that the Black Sword was also there.

This was not surprising to Michaela, as the original prediction was that Black Sword would most likely run to the southern coast.

"But why did they fight?" Michaela said, "I told you that you should come back and report if you found anything."

"It was Malikus who took the initiative to attack." Latan said, "We received Wuming's signal. When we arrived, the two had already finished fighting, and Black Sword fled away. Wuming was cut in half."

Michaela checked Wuming's injuries, which were similar to his. He would be able to recover as long as the power was consumed.

Wuming scratched his head: "I thought the black sword was a bit strange, so I thought I'd observe it for a while, but I didn't expect a fight to break out. Oh my, his sword is really powerful."

"What's strange?" Michaela asked.

"Black Sword stood in the molten mud, motionless." Wuming said, "He didn't hit the molten mud, and the molten mud didn't hit him either."

Previously, Michaela Patch and others had speculated that Black Sword might go to the southern coast to continue hunting for molten mud. As it turned out, Black Sword was indeed here, but he was not hunting for molten mud as they had thought.

"You said they were getting along?" Michaela said.

Wuming nodded: "And when I was fighting with Heijian, I felt that he was very angry. I was about to talk to him, but suddenly I felt my body become very stiff and I couldn't dodge it."

Wuming laughed: "Fortunately, I have strong vitality, so I won't die even if I'm cut in half."

Wuming smiled as two more wounded people were carried over. Wuming quickly made room for them:

"You treat them first, I'm not in a hurry."

"How can that be? Let me treat you first," said Michaela.

"I can heal myself, no need to bother." Wuming said as he patted the broken surface of his wound to help it heal.

Michaela couldn't persuade Wuming and prepared to deal with the two wounded people in front of her first.

When she saw the wounded, Michaela was stunned again.

The wounded were a Horned Man and a Black Knight, but the wounds on their bodies were not caused by the molten mud, but were still caused by the slashing between the Horned Man and the blunt force wounds of the Black Knight.

Only this time, it was the Horned Man with the wounds from his knife, and the Black Knight's armor was dented by the sledgehammer.

"How can they accidentally get hurt if they're separated?" Michaela muttered, unleashing an unprecedented powerful healing force, instantly healing both of them.

Among those who sent them here, there was the Horned Man and the Black Knight who were injured by mistake. They said with great shame:
"My eyes were blurry and I mistook him for an enemy." "My eyes were blurry..." Michaela frowned.

"Hey, it's my turn." Wuming rowed the stretcher and moved to Michaela's side. "Thank you for your help."

"Sorry, Brother Wuming, please wait a moment." Michaela did not give Wuming treatment. Instead, she picked up the small piece of melted mud that had been used for experiments beside the bed, grabbed a handful of mud, and held it in front of her eyes to observe.

After observing for a moment, he absorbed the purple toxin in the molten mud in his hand, and then dropped a drop of molten mud onto the ground.

Hissing white gas emanated from the molten mud, rising slowly to form a vague human figure.

"It looks a lot like a human." Wuming looked at the humanoid figure in amazement, "but it's white."

The light passed through the white shadow, and the complex combination of light rays actually turned into a concrete image.

The moment they saw the white shadow, everyone around became a little agitated and raised their weapons.

Michaela pinched off the white shadow and asked everyone:

"What did you just see?"

The Black Knight said, “I saw the filth.”

The answers of the Horned People were similar. Some said they were the Black Knights, some said they were the soldiers of Messermo, and some said they were the Fire God.

But they are all specific people, such as the Black Knight who killed his parents, and the Messermo soldier who burned his wife and daughter to death.

Michaela asked Latan and others, "What about you?"

Latan said, "I saw your sister."

Graveley said, "I saw the old man, the one that Wuming had become before."

"What's going on?" Mongert frowned, "Everyone sees something different."

“But they are the ones who impressed me the most and whom I most want to fight with,” Michaela said.

He looked at the molten mud in his hand solemnly:
"It has the power of enchantment. The previous accidental injuries should have been caused by it."

Wuming said: "The abnormal behavior of the black sword is because it is enchanted?"

"I have heard of such a seductive power," Latan said, "but it is generally impossible to seduce others in battle, right? Only people with low intelligence can be fooled by such a thing."

"It's true that subhumans are easily fooled by this thing." Mikaela looked at the molten mud, "But this time, something is wrong, something is different."

"What's the difference?" Wuming asked.

Michaela said, "This power of temptation also exists at the Round Table. You must have heard of it."

Michaela's face was solemn: "The Assassin's Prayer."

Mongert, Gefulei, and other big shots all frowned, as solemn as Michaela.

Wuming was a little confused: "What happened to the assassin?"

"The power of the Round Table Assassins comes from the two fingers." Michaela said, "Brother Wuming, you should also have a deep understanding of how powerful the mental control ability of the two fingers is."

Pink and lavender mist lingered at Michaela's fingertips. "My power should be irresistible to the molten mud, and they are unwilling to resist. But they resisted my hypnosis and even pulled me down."

Wuming remembered: "When I climbed the Spiked Mountain before, I seemed to see a place called the Finger Ruins."

"Yeah." Wuming pondered over it and figured it out. "I was wondering why my body felt stiff while I was being beaten. Isn't that the same method you used with your two fingers to beat me before?"

Michaela checked the map:
"The finger ruins...are very close to the valley bottom."

Latan said, "What do you mean, we are not dealing with molten mud, but with two fingers?"

"Uncle Black Sword, it's the Shadow of the Godman," Mikaela said, "It was given to mother by two fingers."

Wuming remembered:

"Two fingers can interfere with the shadow of the god."

"Are these all your guesses?" Latan asked.

"There is no concrete evidence yet," Michaela said, "but there are indeed many inconsistencies, and there are indeed many traces of finger activity in the Shadow Land."

Mikaela picked up the map and pointed to a finger ruin in the north of Shadow City:
"The original owner of this finger relic is the two fingers that now rule the Round Table Hall, the two fingers that supported my mother and helped her become the Eternal Queen."

Michaela moved her finger to the south, near the bottom of the molten mud cave and the Crazy Fire Valley, where there were remains of another finger.

"And this..." said Mikaela, "is the finger that selected the Queen of the Night Eyes to become a god-man."

"Xiaoyan is dead." said Latan.

"Her fingers are detached and will not die."

"Could it be that Xiaoyan's two fingers are behind this?" Latan thought, "Are you still not giving up? Why is the dormant golden tree declining now?"

Michaela said, "Of course, there are other possibilities. My two fingers, Malenia's two fingers, should also be happy to correct us."

"Two fingers alone is troublesome enough, why is there another one?" Wuming muttered.

“Although I’m not sure if there really is a double finger behind this,” Michaela said, “I still asked Ashmi to hire a professional.”

"Professionals?" Wuming was curious.

"Rani." Michaela said, "She can use the Hunting Finger Knife. If she fights against the Double Fingers, Rani and Brother Wuming are the only two who can cause damage to the Double Fingers."

"Reliable." Wuming praised Michaela.

When talking to the sword, there was a cry in the sky, and a bird fell down and turned into Ashimi.

"It's bad, Lady Michaela." Ashmi said.

Michaela's smile faded. "What?"

"I can't open the seal." Ashmi handed the talisman that Michaela gave to Michaela, "It's useless near Shadow City."

Michaela looked at Mongget: "Brother Mongget, is this talisman okay?"

Monggot took a look at the symbol:

"There is no problem with the talisman. It should be able to penetrate the seal and contact the person on the other side."

"Either the seal has been modified, or the person on the other side is controlled." Michaela said.

"Wait." Wuming said, "Are we trapped in the Shadow Land now?"

"There must be a way to go back." Michaela said, "But... I think we should just solve the problem at hand, otherwise I doubt we can go back easily."

Mikaela clapped her hands, "Let's assume that Two Fingers is interfering in secret. We have to find a way to deal with Black Sword. If Two Fingers really controls Uncle Black Sword, it will be too dangerous. There is no way to negotiate. Everyone present may have bad luck and their souls will be torn apart by a knife and their lives will be completely ended."

"But if there really is a pair of fingers secretly watching us, none of us will be able to deal with the Black Sword," said Mungert. "Wuming will be tricked and fail."

"Why don't we go together?" said Lance Shanks.

"If we attack together, there's a chance that the two fingers will interfere directly, and we'll have to fight each other." Mungert said, "The two fingers are not that easy to deal with."

"I think Lance Shanks is right." Wuming said, "Let's go together."

"How do we resolve interference?" Mungert asked.

Wuming smiled proudly:
"Hey, we have too many cards in our hands."

"Ashimi!" Wuming shouted.

Ashmi was startled and stood at attention:
"To!"

"Do you remember the data that Serei input into you when he was treating Blaze?" Wuming asked.

"Remember." Ashmi said.

"Okay, let's do a job for everyone and make some helmets." Wuming said.

"Eh? Split-type transformation is hard to control." Ashimi said, "It might develop an independent will and be impossible to recover."

"It's okay, I will help you." Wuming said.

"How can this help?"

"If your clone dares not go back, I will beat her until she goes back." Wuming said.

Ashmi's forehead was covered with silver sweat:
"By then, it's very likely that no one will be able to tell who is the main character and who is the clone."

"If no one can tell them apart, then what's the point of distinguishing them?" Wuming said, "They are already indistinguishable from each other, so why not just merge them together?"

Ashimi had a sad face and tore his body into several pieces, turning them into helmets.

Wuming dragged the helmets and handed them to others:
"Everyone, don't talk about martial ethics at this time. Come on, the hunt is about to begin."

"Charge!" Wuming shouted, holding up his sword.

Then he fell off the stretcher, and his legs below his waist had not yet grown out.

"Ouch." Wuming touched his butt, "Let's wash it again in a few days."

(End of this chapter)