The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 485: Survive to see the precious things being humiliated
Above Barrett, the Tower of God - Enil Ilium.

Wuming was sitting in a wheelchair, his legs had grown to his ankles, and he was being pushed by Michaela all the way to the purification hall in front of the Gate of God.

Monger and the people of the Blood Dynasty are still imprisoned here, stuck in Patch's spider web.

The wounds on Monger's body have healed, and his left eye, which was originally pierced by the evil horn, has gradually grown back because it was broken.

When Mengge saw Wuming coming in, his eyes flashed and his face became more ferocious. But soon his eyes dimmed and his expression became indifferent.

"What are you doing here?" said Monger.

"Come and see if you are starving to death." Wuming said.

He looked at the people of the Blood Dynasty and nodded:

"They all look quite energetic. That's good. The people of the Blood Dynasty are all quite strong."

Monger sneered:
"I see, you came here to ask me for something, right?"

"I didn't say it's okay to look for you." Wuming said, "But you have to be alive before I can ask for anything from you, right?"

"You even took my mother away, do you still want me to help you?" Monger asked Wuming.

"Your mother chose me herself," Wuming said, "You see, I can't do anything like you to please him and cause wounds and blood."

Monger glared at Wuming with both eyes.

He also knew that Wuming did not do that. Because of this, he became even more indignant. He did not understand why his mother would favor him more than himself - even though he had already given half of the Tower Nation to her.

A feeling of bitterness and sadness rose in Monger's heart.

Just like he lived in the sewer as an evil omen, no matter what he did, he could never win the favor of his biological mother Marika.

But the elder brother Godwin could enjoy all the love alone. Even if he did nothing, his mother would only smile at him.

What makes Mong most sad is that his brother has grown up in such an excellent environment and has become really outstanding, and he is even good to him.

What he could not forgive the most was himself who was sincerely convinced by Godwin. It was as if he had accepted the injustice he had suffered.

But his perfect brother also died a violent death, and he met his real mother, a mother who was willing to accept him. He had confidence and ambition, and he wanted to establish the Mongwen Dynasty, a dynasty that could embody the tenderness and love of his mother and brother, a dynasty that could accommodate all living things - as long as you had blood flowing in your body, you could please your mother with your wounds.

He wanted to build a great dynasty.

But now, there is another outstanding person as dazzling as the sun standing in front of her, who easily takes away her mother's love.

"I don't understand." Mengge said, "Why? Why can you be favored by your mother?"

"Do you really want to know?" Wuming said.

As he spoke, Wuming sat in a wheelchair and took off the armor on his upper body, revealing his body.

A body that is constantly festering, bleeding, healing and reconstructing.

Mengge looked at Wuming's body, still unconvinced:

"Even so, the wounds on your body are limited. Even if you live for thousands of years, the wounds on your body can never compare to my sacrifice and my contribution."

"But the world I want to build will have more blood and wounds than your dynasty," Wuming said.

"I have not heard of any such plan of yours," said Monger.

"How could I not have heard of it?" Wuming said, "Haven't you heard that I'm promoting production in the border areas?"

Wuming touched his chin and said, "It seems that the publicity work is still not in place. We need to continue to work hard."

Monger was silent for a moment: "I've heard of it."

"That's it." Wuming said, "You can carve dozens of wounds on everyone in the world today. If you cut them to death, you can carve hundreds of wounds on them."

Wuming got under Mengge and looked up at him:
"And I want to make the population of the border area flourish a hundred times, a thousand times more. As long as there is a future, ten thousand times is not impossible!"

Wuming opened his arms and said, "With so many people, if they just have some minor injuries or accidents, the wounds and bleeding they cause will be more than yours. If there is another war, the wounds and bleeding will be hundreds or thousands of times more than now. Even if you are still an external god, you will reap more joy from blood than becoming the main god."

Wuming said to Mengge:

"Tell me, who will your mother choose?"

Monger looked at Wuming's fanatical expression:
"It sounds like you don't mind bleeding."

"Blood is also a symbol of vitality. If it is necessary to bleed, of course we have to bleed." Wuming said, "When it is not necessary, we have to conserve our energy and let the body produce more blood, right? Life must be alive in order to continue bleeding and getting hurt."

Monger lowered his head. He understood why his mother chose Wuming instead of him.

In terms of the overall situation, I indeed lost.

"You can go and establish your dynasty," said Monger. "I have heard about your deeds. It would be great if you could become king."

"Why should I become king?" Wuming asked back.

"Aren't you going to establish your era?"

"I just want to be a businessman." Wuming said, "The era is made up of everyone. I once shouldered an era by myself. Now, it's not that I can't be a king, but it's more cost-effective to be a flame - bang, just light a fire, and the right firewood will naturally burn on its own."

A small flame was lit on the tip of the ring finger, burning the spider web, and the web gradually turned red.

Wuming said: "Do you want to die with regrets like this, or build your own dynasty, become the king and then die? You have to live to become the king."

"Of course I want to be the king!" Monger's eyes were wide open, and the eye that was originally blind also emitted golden light.

His strong muscles bulged, bulging on the spider web, supporting the web, blood flowed throughout his body, and his blood vessels and muscles swelled further.

It expanded for a long time but didn't come down.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Wuming said, "I can let you down so easily, is this still a restraint?"

Wuming said as he continued to heat up the spider web.

"I used blood flames to burn it before, but it didn't work." Monger said, "This spider web is not afraid of fire."

"That's because you haven't reached the right level yet."

The spider web became red hot, and the spider web that held the people of the Blood Dynasty became extremely hot. Their skin, which was pressed against the spider web, was directly burned, and then charred and hardened.

Finally, the charred flesh fell off and they came down from the spider web.

All over Monger's back, the tough skin and ominous horns were gone, leaving only horribly burned and melted muscle, violently oozing out thick pulp and blood.

Monger supported himself on the ground with his hands, stood up, and laughed wildly.

The wound on his back gushed blood again due to this violent movement.

"I feel it, I feel my mother's love again!" Monger roared, "I feel it, this body is still alive!"

"After all, he's injured again." Wuming said.

Monger turned around and stared at Wuming with his clear yellow eyes:

"what do you want to do?"

Seeing that Monger was willing to fulfill his promise, Wuming made a "yeah" gesture:

"Two things. First, the blood teleportation array. Second, since the molten mud has similar properties to mine, bleeding it will also reduce its activity. You happen to be proficient in juicing, fire, and large-scale blood rituals. And you can fly."

"What's the melting mud?" Monger didn't know what happened. "You'll know when you get out." Wuming put his hands behind his back and left with Monger and the people from the Blood Dynasty.

After Wuming finished explaining the current situation, Monger took Wuming Michaela away.

With blood teleportation, their actions will become faster. They can reach Barrett in one step.

Wuming put a helmet on Monger as well, called out to the others who were already ready to go, and raised his sword high:

"Everyone, let's go!"

"Your foot hasn't healed yet," Michaela said.

"It's okay. In this kind of fight, you don't need your feet." Wuming said, and stood up directly from the wheelchair, supporting himself on the ground with his broken leg.

Then flames spurted out from the ankles of the cylinder, and Wuming floated in the air. With a roar, his whole body was on fire, and he was thrown to the other side of the cliff like a meteor.

Seeing Wuming's lofty ambition, the other heroes were not to be outdone and headed straight for the molten mud according to the plan.

The molten mud rose into the sky, forming a pitch-black iron curtain that blocked out the sky and the sun.

Wuming didn't care this time and didn't attack the molten mud directly. He broke through the iron curtain directly. The flames on his body turned the black curtain into a wall of fire.

Wuming broke through ten huge waves of molten mud in a row, and the molten mud turned into a wall of fire that illuminated the sky red.

The molten mud flew and struggled, rushing towards Wuming one after another.

Wuming flew until he was above the big hole, then turned and flew northeast.

The molten mud, longing for the rest that the flames would grant it, also turned around and chased after the nameless.

Monger also flew into the sky, wielding blood flames. The blood ritual bestowed flames and wounds on the molten mud, and also attracted a considerable amount of molten mud. They followed Monger and headed northeast.

In another direction, three ancient dragons were soaring in the sky.

Lance Sanx was sandwiched between Furou Sanx, who had regained his ancient dragon body, and Senye Sanx.

Furosanx was very unhappy:
"I'm actually going to fly alongside a traitor. Lance Shanks, why are you so indifferent to the king's affairs? Are you a traitor too?"

"Don't quarrel, don't quarrel." Lance Shanks said, "I didn't ask you to come here to quarrel, so put in some effort."

The two dragons next to Lance Shanks were full of anger, and long dragon flames surged down, covering the plains and lakes beneath them.

The molten mud below was burned by the dragon flame, and like an immortal chasing the dragon flame, it followed the three ancient dragons to the northeast.

Halfway through, a dead bird with two skeletal flying dragons joined in, spewing spiritual fire and burning the molten mud to ashes.

The molten mud followed these users of fire all the way north, past the hidden cemetery of Carlo, and over the dragon altars littered with dragon corpses.

Wuming and the others turned to the right, carrying the melted mud, and rushed towards the finger ruins in the northeast.

The molten mud flowed down the cliff, dyeing the cliff walls from the Dragon Altar to the Finger Ruins blue-black.

Wuming and the others were not in a hurry to fly farther. They dispersed and hovered above the finger ruins, closely observing the finger ruins below.

They plan to use the melted mud to investigate the empty finger ruins.

If two fingers were hidden here and covered by the molten mud, something strange would probably happen.

Lance Shanks hovered in the sky, breathing fire and staring down.

Just as they were approaching the center of the finger ruins, a pink light flew over from the ground at an incredibly fast speed.

Seeing the pink flash, Flossanks and Senyesanks dodged to the sides. The whirlwinds created by the huge wings collided together to form a whirlwind, which swept Lancesanks into it. Lancesanks, who only had a pair of wings, was unable to dodge and was hit by the red light.

A red halo appeared out of nowhere on Lance Shanks' body and covered her wings.

Lance Shanks fell immediately, and Flo Shanks and Senye Shanks swooped down quickly, grabbing Lance Shanks' arms one by one.

In order to avoid causing turbulence, the two dragons coordinated the frequency of flapping their wings, slowly descended, and then dived simultaneously in the direction of the attack.

Lance Shanks was filled with rage. When she dived close to the ground, the halo around her finally disappeared. She breathed a mouthful of fire onto the ground and then pulled herself up again.

"Is it two fingers?" Wuming shouted from a distance.

"No, just a little bug." Lance Shanks roared like a dragon, and a high-altitude hurricane delivered her roar.

Until the molten mud covered the entire finger ruins, climbed on the mountain-like giant hand, and was about to reach out to Wuming and others, no more abnormalities were seen.

At Wuming's command, everyone flew towards the northwest.

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The dense forest and the bottom of a valley where no sunlight can penetrate are the forbidden places for the Horned People.

Although the sunlight could not penetrate, it was not pitch black here. An eerie orange glow filled the entire forest.

In the silent valley, there was only the sound of a flying insect, which flew slowly in the forest. Holding the festering eyeball in his hand, it made a strange buzzing sound. The eyeball emitted a lantern-like light, illuminating the surroundings.

The goat lowered its head and ate the eyeball-shaped plant that was flashing orange light under its feet. Then it raised its head and its eyes flashed with crazy fire.

The goat stepped on a bunch of orange flowers, which swayed gently, making a series of bell sounds. As the flowers swayed, a corpse with two eye holes and a distorted face was revealed under the flowers.

Hearing the ringing sound, a humanoid monster suddenly appeared near the ringing sound.

The monster looked like a skinny old man, with a hunched back and an extremely enlarged head that almost took up half of his body. The head was full of eyeballs, all emitting a fiery yellow light. The huge head was like a ripe fruit, making it impossible for the skinny body to stand straight.

The monster was walking with a crutch. When he heard the bell, he instantly moved to the side of the bell, mumbling with a dull hissing sound. All the eyeballs on his head opened at the same time and looked around.

The old man-like monster subconsciously poked the crutch forward and pierced the goat's body. The insane fire flowed into the goat's body along the crutch, melting its entire inside.

The goat screamed in pain and hit the old man monster with the huge horns on its head, but a wave passed by and the old man monster seemed to have no shape, like an illusion, and avoided the goat's impact.

When the old man pulled out his walking stick, the goat's lower body broke apart, with no internal organs or bones exposed. Only lava-like blood splashed out, irrigating the dim grassland.

The goat fell, along with the twisted human corpse at the roots of the tree, buried by the bell-like flowers.

The forbidden old man, the forbidden person who has direct contact with the three fingers, is a taboo for the Horned People and an existence that all life should feel terrified and fearful of.

They harvest countless lives, spread the disease of madness to all living things, and harvest grapes - the molten eyeballs of patients. They rejoice in madness, prepare for the madness that burns everything, and are the enemy of all life.

They strolled in the valley, the entire valley was their hunting ground, all creatures were afraid of them, because they were all prey. And no matter how hard the prey tried to escape, they could not escape, the forbidden old man would teleport to their side, making them experience the fear of death and the pleasure of madness.

Another bell rang, and the figure of the forbidden old man disappeared instantly, and moved in front of the bell. The eyes of the heads all stared, illuminating the surroundings like a giant lamp. He looked around, looking for the creature that triggered the bell, and also spread the madness to the eyes of the creatures.

He saw the sea, a blue-black sea.

The next moment, the forbidden old man was buried in the black mud sea. His body flashed in an instant and appeared in the distance. But it was useless, he was still in the sea. No matter how he flashed, he could not escape the mud sea.

Every orange-red eye that was like a giant lamp saw more white eyes staring at him, longing for him.

That's right, desire, no fear, no escape, billions of souls tearing at his body, chewing his grapes, coveting his madness.

The entire valley was burning, and the forest covering the dome was also burning. There was no way to go up to the sky and no door to go down to the earth. It was like a huge furnace with heaven and earth as the boundary, and flames were all there as far as the eye could see.

Wuming Mung and the dragons rushed out of the flames and looked at the molten mud that kept rushing into the valley bottom:
"This should last for a while."

Wuming looked in the direction they came from:

"I don't know if Lao Lu and the others succeeded."

(End of this chapter)