The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 487 Orphan Paradise
When Ymir stood there, she exuded a feminine aura, which was quite different from Mikaela. Ymir was more gloomy.

And he didn't have Michaela's charming ability that made everyone fall in love with him. People with sharp eyes felt a little uncomfortable when they saw him.

But there were few people with vicious eyes present. Wuming heard that Ymir had taken in Patch, so he happily received Ymir and served him a bowl of scorpion soup.

"You helped Patch and the others? Thank you, thank you." Wuming shook hands with Ymir.

"You're welcome. It's just a small favor." Ymir smiled and exchanged pleasantries with Wuming, with a relaxed and leisurely attitude, as if this was her home.

Lance Shanks also patted Ymir on the shoulder:

"You seem to have dark circles under your eyes. Please take care of yourself."

"Maybe it's because I'm preparing for pregnancy and I'm tired." Ymir said, "Thank you for your concern."

Black Sword stared at Ymir and asked:

"How did you get in?"

This question made many people realize that Ymir came uninvited and did not alarm the people outside at all.

Ymir said, "I used to be Kalia's magic professor. I know a few tricks."

Ymir stood in the open space, took out a Kaliasine staff, waved it gently, and her figure disappeared completely in a cloud of smoke, appearing in the distance.

With another wave, he appeared in front of people.

"It's just a little trick," Ymir said. "No surprise there."

Mikaela looked at Ymir:
"You said you knew the whereabouts of the two fingers, and you didn't want any reward?"

"We have the same interests," Ymir said. "I think that as long as I share my intelligence, your natural actions will be my reward."

Michaela said, "Then please reveal what you know about the position of the two fingers."

"The poor finger that is causing you trouble is hiding deep in the cave," said Ymir.

Poor fingers? Michaela frowned when she heard this.

"This place... is hard to verify," Michaela said. "It's all molten mud."

"Don't worry," Ymir said, "It's a cave. It gets wider as you go down. The molten mud doesn't occupy all the space. Besides, they will make room."

"How did you know that?" Michaela asked.

Ymir shook her staff:

"I know a few tricks."

"Great, we found it, let's go." Wuming rolled up his sleeves, very excited.

“If it really is a gourd-shaped structure, then if we rush in, we will face backflowing molten mud,” Michaela said. “We should be cautious.”

Mikaela smiled at Ymir:
"Mr. Ymir, you suddenly showed up and revealed such important information to us. We may need to verify it first. Please forgive me."

"It's okay." Ymir said, "Caution is a virtue. I just thought that this was not important information, so I told you casually."

"Is there any more important information?" Michaela asked.

Ymir smiled. "Of course, it's much more important than this. In comparison, the molten mud explosion is just a trivial matter."

When Ymir said this, everyone was stunned. Who could say such a big thing?
"Please go ahead," said Michaela.

"Don't you want to verify my words first?" Ymir said, "You can tell me later."

"Can you tell me what it is?" Michaela asked.

"The reason why things have come to this is because of the real mastermind behind the scenes." Ymir said, "The source of all tragedies and the starting point of all children's lamentations."

Two fingers are not the mastermind behind this? Is there someone else behind Two fingers?
Everyone was horrified.

After all, there is no one behind the two fingers.

There is only one God, the Supreme God.

Ymir looked at the different expressions on everyone's faces and comforted them:

"Don't worry, it's not the Supreme Will. The Supreme Will will ignore us."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Just a name can make everyone hold their breath. This is the supreme embodiment of the supreme will.

"Don't think about anything else, just find those fingers first." Wuming moved his feet. After all the exercises just now, his feet had completely grown out.

Wuming stretched his body, eager to try.

"But Uncle Black Sword was unwilling to release the Death Rune." Mikaela said, "The big hole was blocked."

Hei Jian noticed that other people were looking at him, especially his brother-in-law and nephews, and he felt quite pressured.

If Marika was here and asked him to kill everyone present, he would not hesitate. But Marika was not here, and he was marginalized by Marika. The people in front of him were Marika's confidants. Perhaps they could better represent Marika's will.

Black Sword was hesitating, but Wuming didn't care:

"What kind of death rune? Most of the experts from the border area are here. It's just a small hole. Let's kill him!"

With these words, he strode forward to the southern coast.

"Why does Wuming seem so active when it comes to double-finger matters?" Lance Shanks said, "He was clearly a lazy dog ​​before."

"He has his own plan," said Michaela. "But if we don't use the Death Rune, we can only dig our way down into the molten mud. We don't know the depth of the cave, nor the thickness of the molten mud. It would be best if the others could clear a way for Brother Wuming. Without Lani, Brother Wuming is the only one who can kill Two Fingers. He has to go down last to ensure that he can break through the blockade of the molten mud."

Monger was the first to catch up with Wuming.

He has no qualms about attacking Two Fingers.

Seeing that his son had gone up, Ge Fulei followed suit, and then everyone else followed.

On the way, they met Man Yue and Shuang Yue who came over. After the two sides talked, Lailana did admit that there was such a person as Ymir.

“But he left,” Lailana said. “He cared more about the stars than the moon.”

"How are the people?" Latan asked.

Laelana recalled Ymir's image:

"I don't have much impression. He's a very nice guy."

While talking, everyone came to the top of the big hole.

The valley floor has not yet been filled up, and the molten mud continues to flow toward that location, like ants guided by messages to food.

Mengge flapped his wings and flew beside Wuming, saying with a smile:
"You were able to kill Two Fingers."

"You seem very happy." Wuming said.

"The two fingers have long since collapsed and no longer guide us, like a mother who has abandoned her child," Monger said.

Mengge's eyes were fierce: "Two fingers, you deserve to die."

Wuming laughed: "Then I'll trouble you to help me."

The full moon was the first to strike, a full moon appeared and floated towards the molten mud.

It was like a giant iron ball, rolling over and melting all the mud along the way.

At the same time, gravity magic penetrated deeper into the pit along with the magic of the full moon, and as a support, the deep pit dug by the full moon was not immediately filled with molten mud.

The full moon penetrated hundreds of meters before beginning to dissipate.

As the full moon showed signs of falling, the Twin Moon Knight Lailana curled up like her sister and floated high in the air.

Two full moons appear at the same time.

Unlike the elegance and nobility of the full moon, these two full moons fell to the ground with a loud bang and smashed directly into the deep pit.

The molten mud then collapsed and spread, and the splashing molten mud went all the way to the sky.

Mung pointed down, and the blood monster's spear used a long-distance blood-giving ritual to cause the molten mud below to explode. Blood sprayed from his hand, and a fire started on the ground.

Black Sword also came. Although he was still worried about whether he should release the Death Rune, he was still very happy to come here to help.

The black sword was also swinging its death curved blade in mid-air, burning the molten mud with its destined death, cutting away at the molten mud layer by layer. The molten mud of death lost its activity and pressed down on the molten mud below, layer by layer, and the upward trend of the molten mud slowed down.

Latan saw that there were not many people on his side, but the molten mud was still spreading, and the open space below the cave could not be seen.

"Wuming, help me maintain the gravity magic." Latan said, "I'll do it."

Wuming stepped forward and cast gravity magic to keep the few people who couldn't fly afloat and to keep the molten mud backfilled.

And Latan soared into the sky and disappeared.

"It's the same trick again." Wuming looked up at a shining star that was gradually lighting up in the sky.

"Latan became the most powerful demigod with this power." Man Yue looked at her son with satisfaction, "The power to shatter stars."

Ge Fulei crossed his arms and watched the others display their magical powers: "You guys know more magic moves."

"Lao Lu, don't you want to show off your skills?" Wuming said.

Ge Fulei said: "I only have my own strength, and I don't know those long-range spells. Although I can launch some long-range attacks, at this distance, the strength will be dispersed a lot, not only wasting strength, but also may damage the pit."

Graveley looked at the deep tunnel maintained by gravity:
"If I could focus my energy a little, I could make use of it."

During the conversation, Shattered Star fell into the big hole with terrifying air pressure and flames.

There was a loud bang, and then a large amount of molten mud was squeezed out, raising a fountain that covered the sky and the sun.

Then gravity magic spread from below, supporting the molten mud instead of Wuming. Gravity magic formed lightning, which struck the cave entrance several times.

This is a signal - it still means there is no connection.

Fire burning on Wuming:

"I'll take care of the last part of the journey."

"I'll help you," said Graveley.

"Didn't you say you couldn't do anything?" Wuming was stunned, "You need to focus your strength."

"Just focus." Gravre said, grabbing Wuming's ankle.

"Oh, that's a good idea." Wuming clapped his hands while spinning, "It's troublesome."

Ge Fulei laughed, his latissimus dorsi muscles bulged, and he threw it hard downwards.

The air formed a sharp cone in front of Wuming, and Wuming's armor burned like Latarn.

In an instant, they arrived at the bottom of the deep pit dug by Latan, who was now floating up.

The two of them crossed their paths and exchanged glances.

Then Wuming smashed it hard like molten mud, and with a roar, he squeezed out a huge amount of molten mud again.

The flames on Wuming's body melted the surroundings and continued to dig deeper.

Suddenly, Wuming felt the pressure on his side ease a little.

He immediately turned and squeezed to the side.

Afterwards, we broke through the black mud waterfall and came to an empty cave.

Standing outside the molten mud and looking back, you can see the molten mud constantly accumulating and surging from the abyss below, spiraling upwards by virtue of its viscosity and activity.

Wuming waited for a while, picked up a huge fireball in his hand, and threw it at the molten mud.

The molten mud continued to rise, and to the people above, it would form a clear fault of burning molten mud, fireless molten mud, and then burning molten mud again.

This was the signal agreed upon previously, indicating that Wuming had broken through the molten mud and reached the void.

When Michaela saw the signal, she felt relieved. She calculated the depth based on Wuming's speed and was secretly shocked.

"It's really deep here," Michaela said. "If you get lost in there, you might even get lost in the ocean of molten mud."

"Then wait until he is ready to come up, then time it, drain out the molten mud, and bring him up?" asked Ge Fulei.

Michaela shook her head:
"It's too difficult to be separated at both ends. And with the structure of the big hole, it will be even more difficult to rush from the inside out. Brother Wuming is like a turtle in a jar."

"And going upward is different from drilling downward, because there is no gravity to help," said Latan.

"Just wait until he kills Two Fingers," said Black Sword.

"No," said Michaela. "The molten mud's rampage was spontaneous. The two fingers just covered my power. I couldn't control the molten mud."

"If those two fingers are dead, you can control them," said Black Sword.

"Then I will have to stay here forever." Mikaela stared at the black sword. "Uncle, there is only one best way - release the Death Rune. Wuming went in for all of us, and killing Two Fingers was also a heinous act. He took all of this on his own. He is on his way back as a hero, so are we going to add more obstacles to him?"

Malicus looked at the black sword in his hand and murmured:

"This is the mission your mother gave me..."

"It's a mission as heavy as a curse," Mikaela said. "Just throw it away, abandon our fate."

Michaela looked at the people around her:

"Everyone here has abandoned their mission. We are still alive and living better.

"Brother Latan loosened the seal, and many blocked destinies were able to flow again. Brother Mungmongot accepted the cursed blood and became stronger. Even Lord Gefulei had his original mission taken away by my mother herself. You know Brother Messermo, his mission is even heavier, but he also abandoned it, and now..."

Michaela hesitated for a moment, and Lailana continued:
“I am very happy now.”

Full Moon Reinara hugged her chest and sneered:

"Yes, Radagon abandoned me and became better off, becoming the King of Elden."

Michaela looked helplessly at the two princesses of Kalia, feeling that the momentum of her speech had been interrupted.

Black Sword pondered: "I don't care whether I am happy or not. I am Marika's sword. As long as Marika is satisfied, that's enough."

"Then you should know the answer," said Michaela.

Malicus looked at the black sword.

Yes, he knew the answer. Ever since Melina showed up and told him those words, ever since he noticed that Graveley had faded, he could already feel that Marica had changed.

The Golden Rule cannot be restored, and it can never go back to the way it was before. But Marika has left behind a legacy, which is her wish for the future.

Malicus's hand, which was tightly gripping the black sword, loosened.

The giant sword began to crack, and the obsidian on it broke and fell off, revealing its hidden true form.

Deep black air gathered, and surrounded by the black air was a long sword wrapped in an ominous aura, hanging in the air.

The long sword was shaped like a cross with black corpses hanging on it, and there was a vague head-like shape hanging on the hilt. The sword body seemed to be only the remains of the body, and it also looked like the branches of a small black sapling, emitting red light.

Then, a surge of bright red fireworks burst out.

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Deep in the cave, beside the molten mud waterfall, Wuming turned and fell: "Okay, next, we have to find the two fingers."

As soon as Wuming had this thought, he suddenly felt as if his brain was cut by a knife and felt extremely painful.

Wuming subconsciously covered his head, only to find that the storm and flames that had just rushed down, as well as the erosion of the molten mud, had destroyed his armor.

The helmet on Ashmi's head that was used to shield against interference from two fingers was the first to be hit and was worn away.

Extreme pain began to emerge in Wuming's mind, and the interference deep into his soul made him see all kinds of illusions.

The pain like a tide kept beating his spirit. Wuming fell to the ground and walked around aimlessly, trying to dodge the invisible attack, but he couldn't get rid of it.

Wuming covered his head, seemingly in unbearable pain, and exerted force on his feet, bumping around randomly, hitting the stone walls and molten mud, splashing large pieces of gravel.

Wuming crashed into a rock wall, then pushed off with his feet and rushed in the other direction.

Just when his momentum was waning and he was about to fall to the ground, Wuming kicked the ground and accelerated again in the original direction.

With this acceleration, the pain in my head became more acute, as if layers of painful waves were superimposed on each other, exploding into brilliant splashes of water.

Wuming stared at the severe pain, his eyes red, but he laughed:

"I found you."

Wuming ran in one direction and saw many boat-shaped sarcophagi along the way, with bull heads engraved on them. From the cracks in the sarcophagi, molten mud was flowing out continuously, gathering into a river flowing in the opposite direction and flying upwards.

Wuming judged the direction of the attack by the severity of his headache. He ran faster and faster despite the severe pain. He stepped on the bull's head and rushed out of a boat-shaped sarcophagus.

There is another deep abyss under my feet.

Wuming was startled at first, thinking he was tricked into falling off a cliff. But as he watched the ground approaching, his headache became more severe, and he could even sense a kind of madness from the frequency of the attacks.

Wuming fell down, and the ground was covered with molten mud, which cushioned Wuming's fall.

Wuming pulled his head out of the ground and saw his target.

A tall pair of fingers stood underground, and the two finger-like bodies swayed and squirmed gently.

The fingers were very thin and covered with scars. The whip hairs on their bodies were pale and moved without wind.

The moment Wuming saw the two fingers, his mental attack reached its peak. Wuming's eyes turned bloodshot, and he felt that the surrounding scene was distorted.

Invisible huge waves hit my body layer by layer, and countless noisy sounds flooded into my brain.

Wuming rushed forward and chopped, but his foot slipped and the chop hit nothing.

The two fingers crawled to the ground, and the two squirmed, and immediately crawled away, pulling away. Then the two fingers trembled, and the light condensed into a secret text in the air, and the holy light condensed into a beam, piercing Wuming's body.

There was a big hole in Wuming's body, and the holy light burned the blackness surging inside his body.

Wuming hit a few more times, but either he was beaten away by the two fingers or he struck out of the way himself.

This powerful figure in the border area was also in a very awkward state at this time, crawling on the ground from time to time to distance himself from Wuming. Both sides were in a stalemate.

Wuming stared at the movements of the two fingers, identifying the attacks and tremors of His fingers, as well as the squirming when escaping.

He felt that he was gradually understanding the language of his two fingers.

The mental fear of the two fingers carries a lot of thoughts, and those thoughts and emotions correspond to the movement of the two fingers.

The more he fought with the two fingers, the more Wuming could understand the meaning of their movements.

Wuming felt a sense of obsession and the belief in survival under the mental attack of the two fingers.

It seemed like He was planning to keep fighting and running like this, looking back from time to time to draw a magic attack on Wuming.

"Two fingers are indeed difficult to deal with." Wuming put away his sword and no longer tried to attack with sword and shield.

He knelt on the ground, supporting himself with his hands, the flames dyed the molten mud on the ground red, the ground was rolling and churning, pillars of fire shot up into the sky, completely blocking the chance of Two Fingers' escape.

But Shuangzhi did not stop, and rushed directly into the fire. His white hair was singed, but his body was not seriously injured. When the flames approached his body, they also made way, as if they were controlled by him.

But the flames blocked the light around him. He rushed out of the wall of fire with two fingers and saw a giant hand waiting for him in front of him. The palm was full of gums, like a huge mouth.

The giant hand slapped its two fingers to the ground.

The moment the photo was taken, Wuming immediately felt his mind become clearer and his vision returned to normal.

He immediately took advantage of the victory and black snakes grew out of his body. The snake heads were like hammers, smashing his fingers hard, leaving him no chance to regroup and fight back.

The skin on the two fingers looked old and wrinkled, but their bodies were very elastic. They bounced back immediately after falling to the ground, almost causing Wuming to lose his hands.

Wuming did not attempt a physical attack this time. The black snake bit him and nibbled off a layer of skin on his fingers, revealing the metallic skeleton inside.

After taking this bite, the two fingers suddenly wilted and stopped struggling.

But he was not dead yet, and a surge of mental attack came again.

This time, the vision around him was not blurred, and the control of his body was not affected. What filled his mind was just a persistent emotion.

A dedication to mission.

"I am not wrong. This is my mission and I will fulfill my mission." The two fingers conveyed such emotions.

Wuming watched the two fingers move and read more words:

"Those children must be guided. Without guidance, they are just a group of lost lambs. They will degenerate and embark on the wrong path..."

Wuming walked towards the two fingers step by step.

A gentle emotion was stuffed into his mind again, and many of the achievements of the two fingers flashed through Wuming's mind——

Guide creatures to gain wisdom, guide the change of laws, and guide the continuous evolution of the world.

"Under our guidance, the border area has come this far and has become so prosperous." He projected this thought with his two fingers, "You should obey me."

As Wuming got closer, the emotions became more intense:
"You should obey me!"

In that intense emotion, Wuming captured some deeper emotion, which was very persistent and had a sense of sadness and heroism.

That feeling is buried deep in the language of two fingers, just like this place is buried deep at the bottom of the cave.

Wuming asked:
"Why do you insist on your own laws after all this time? Didn't your man of God die long ago?"

The fingers of the two fingers trembled, and the thought came to them:
“But it’s the right thing to do, and it’s my mission.”

"Who gave you this mission?" Wuming asked curiously.

This question immediately touched Shuangzhi's heart. Although it was quickly concealed, the spiritual communication still allowed Wuming to keenly capture the direction of that trace of emotion - mother.

When talking about the mission, Shuangzhi thought of his mother.

"Mother?" There was a strange expression on Wuming's shapeless face.

He felt a sense of déjà vu, a sense of familiarity.

This kind of pursuing questioning allowed Wuming to follow the clues and dig out Shuangzhi's deepest emotions and obsessions, and immediately understand Shuangzhi's experience and emotions.

Feeling those thoughts of the two fingers, Wuming suddenly felt like laughing——

He was also abandoned by his mother.

Shuangzhi has his own mission, which is to select gods, enforce appropriate laws, promote the birth of a new era, and guide the growth and rise and fall of the new era.

This is the mission they received from the "Mother". The two fingers strictly follow the Mother's instructions and spread guidance and teachings to all living beings.

In different eras, we support laws that conform to the times, and when the laws are outdated, we support new laws. Let the times continue to evolve, hold high the lamp of life, and make life more brilliant and splendid.

This is an honor, and it is also the reason why the Two Fingers were born and exist.

But after a certain period of time, they were abandoned by their mother and could no longer hear her instructions.

All fingers can only continue their past missions - the orders they were given. Maintaining the remaining orders, they still push the world forward.

Until the fingers discovered that their missions and previous instructions were in conflict with each other.

The fingers kept calling for their mother, but got no response.

They were abandoned, and without their mother's instructions, the fingers insisted on their past missions. Each pair of fingers firmly believed that their instructions were the most correct, and they all adhered to their own missions.

Holding on, waiting for my mother to look back.

Wuming felt that Shuangzhi's persistence in his life was not because of greed, but for the sake of his mission. This was an individual who had nothing but mission and sadness.

"Is this Shadow Land really an orphanage? Even Two Fingers are orphans?" Wuming laughed, "Hehe, there are too many orphans."

Two trembling fingers dropped in front of Wuming:
"Your vision is not broad enough, and your wisdom is not enough to avoid self-destruction. Child, you should listen to guidance. We have been guiding you since the beginning of life -

"I gave you nimble fingers, I gave you words, I gave you wisdom, I gave you civilization...

"You should be obedient and let me guide you... Mother abandoned us, I will never abandon you again. Listen to me, death should not be controlled, death should be equal. Without death, life will not be eternal, but will only perish... Only with death can there be true eternity..."

"I agree." Wuming squatted in front of Shuangzhi, "We are trying to persuade Black Sword to release Death Rune. Times are changing."

Shuangzhi's thoughts were interrupted for a moment:
"How could you agree to this?"

"You know Marika, right?" Wuming said.

"Of course I know, that poor and lucky girl." Two Fingers said, "It's a pity that she chose the wrong path. She was bewitched by that stupid finger."

Wuming said: "Malika smashed her own laws and prepared to change the times and let death return."

Two fingers' thoughts were interrupted for a longer time:
"How could she..."

"I figured it out myself." Wuming said, pointing to his head, "People grow up. Children will eventually grow up and walk out of the protection of adults."

Two fingers struggled:

"Impossible, I don't believe it, you are lying. Humans, you are the best at lying. Your language has degraded and can only be used to hurt and deceive each other."

"I wonder if the recent wars were all caused by you?" Wuming said, "Without those law wars, there wouldn't be so much damage."

The fingerprints of the fleshy two fingers are poked by the ring finger:
"Didn't you say that language was given to humans by you? Tell me, didn't you teach them how to speak properly? You are still guiding them, but what are you guiding them to?"

Wuming drew out his long sword, and the black mud in his body hardened on the tough surface, turning into a blade like molten mud. He cut a piece of meat from Shuangzhi's body and put it in his mouth to chew:

"You're still slandering me. We businessmen value honesty the most. You actually said I was a liar. Then I'll show you the truth."

As he spoke, he cut off another piece of meat.

His two fingers were in pain, and he passed the pain to Wuming.

Wuming felt the pain, which was somewhat familiar.

Wuming asked, "Can your two fingers penetrate this seal and communicate with each other?"

The two fingers remained still for a moment and then tapped.

"As expected." Wuming said, "You saved one of your compatriots before?"

"No." Shuangzhi was confused, not sure why Wuming asked. "We can only communicate, but we can't transfer life force. That's something that only mother can do, but mother has abandoned us..."

"Oh..." Wuming nodded, "Before, one of your compatriots was resurrected by a beam of light. At that time, it came from the middle of the sea in the border area, and I was wondering. Now it seems that it should have come from the Shadow Land."

Wuming realized it later: "Wait, so your mother is also in the Shadow Land?"

Two fingers' thoughts fluctuated again:

"Mother...hasn't completely abandoned us yet?"

"Really?" Wuming guessed and ate another piece of meat.

Shuangzhi's thoughts were mixed with more noise, and his consciousness gradually became blurred, as if the surroundings were gradually becoming quiet.

"My mission..." Two Fingers muttered.

It was indeed quiet around.

Wuming looked around and found that large areas of molten mud had changed color and lost their activity.

Looks very similar to the damage done by the Black Sword.

"Oh, the Death Rune has been released." Wuming said.

The two fingers seemed to be reflecting a last ray of light, stretching out in all directions, sensing the surroundings like tentacles.

"So that's how it is. You didn't lie..." The message sent by the two fingers was filled with relief.

"I've always said that we businessmen won't lie." Wuming said, "Children will grow up, and adults will grow old, releasing their last light and heat before death. Since you also agree that there is life after death, you should rest assured and hand over the future to your children."

"There is life only after death..." The two fingers realized something, raised their wriggling fingers and looked up at the sky.

The pitch-black giant snake opened its huge mouth into the abyss.

Feeling the breath coming from the huge mouth of the abyss, two fingers conveyed the last wisp of thought:

"You are special. All the two fingers will hate you. It's instinct."

Then, from top to bottom, he swallowed both fingers in one gulp.

The giant snake's body squirmed repeatedly, becoming thinner and thinner, and then returned to Wuming's body.

"Finally." Wuming patted his belly, "Finally I got to eat something big."

Wuming jumped up and cheered: "Great."

Then he didn't land on the ground, but flew away from the big hole with fire all over his body.

The operation ended successfully. The expected twists and turns were crushed by the overwhelming reserve of powerful men, and everyone returned to Barrett talking and laughing.

They saw Ymir who had been waiting for them for a long time.

Ymir smiled: "How is it, I didn't lie to you?"

Seeing Ymir, everyone's relaxed mood became a little heavier.

Since the two-finger thing is true, the rest of Ymir's information is more credible.

Is it true, as he said, that there is a mastermind behind all this?
What a terrifying existence, what a difficult enemy that would be?

Thinking of this, the relaxed atmosphere was swept away and everyone became serious again.

Mikaela approached Ymir and bowed solemnly:

"Sir, please go ahead."

Ymir showed an unfathomable smile: "I will tell you where we came from and the source of all the tragedies-"

"It can't be the finger." Wuming interrupted Ymir rudely while chewing a piece of meat.

Ymir's mysterious smile fell. "Eh? How can you spoil the plot?"

"Oh, sorry." Wuming took a few more bites of meat, filling his mouth under his cheeks, and said vaguely, "You go ahead, go ahead."

Ymir gathered her emotions for a moment. The dark circles under her eyes became darker and darker, and her gaze was as deep as the hole in her crown:
"All the wars and tragedies you've experienced, everything from Marika to now, can be traced back to that ugly, ruined thing - the Mother of Fingers, Mettier."

(End of this chapter)