The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 92 The Miraculous Resurrection

The red lion was persuaded by Jie Lian, and he told the warriors who participated in the ceremony.

Many warriors who came to participate in the festival were also gentlemen, expressed their understanding, and hoped to help Rataen regain his sobriety.

They also wanted to meet the real General Broken Star.

For the few who didn't buy it, Jie Lian could only push Wuming out and make him lose money.

Of course, Wuming will not pay. Even the old man of the Blood Dynasty has no objection. The only ones who have objections are some mercenary people who covet Lataen Daluen.

As a profit-seeking person, Wuming would not admit defeat, and successfully invited out those who were not convinced.

These people tried their best to promote the despicableness of the Red Lion City outside, as well as the nameless insidiousness.

But no one in the Red Lion City cared about these comments, and everyone's energy was focused on the task of treating Lataen.

Nefeli wanted to help out, but she still bid farewell to Wuming.

"My adoptive father asked me to go to the Lake District." Nefeli said, "It should be because I heard that the big rune of Lataen can't be counted on, so I changed the task."

Wuming was very honest, and gave Nefeli a handful of gold coins, fulfilling his promise of coupons.

After that, he concentrated on presiding over the treatment of Rataen.

Another month passed, and all the corruption in Red Lion City finally bottomed out.

The treatment also came to the next stage——

Infuses Latan with fire.

"General Lataen's big rune is burning fiercely, and that is the direction he directed us to fight corruption." Gerlian said, "But the general himself is not getting better. We can't determine whether the flames are not strong enough, or he is dying. , cannot be eradicated.”

Nameless said: "In the past, you couldn't get close to Lataen, so naturally you couldn't confirm it."

"It's also hard to get close now," said Jelian.

Wuming wants to detect the flames in Latan's body, so he needs to suppress Latan and make him be more honest.

But general hypnosis is probably ineffective.

Sleeping will be awakened by pain, but Ratan is in severe pain all the time with flames and corruption raging inside.

If you want to hold him down, you can only hold him down physically.

The warriors came out again, this time with the Red Lions.

People took ropes and chains and prepared to block Ratan's limbs.

It was a difficult battle just to block Latarn. The knights held up their large shields to withstand the dense rain of arrows and open up a world for those behind.

Ratarn's skinny horse is very flexible driven by gravity magic, and supported by his own footsteps, the trajectory of his movements is treacherous and messy, making it elusive.

A halo of light shrouded Pony and Lataen, and the free Lataen and Pony were bound by gravity magic, and it was difficult to get rid of it even with gravity magic.

The rope was immediately put on Latan's limbs and head, which meant to tear him apart.

Wuming put away the catalyst for releasing the prayer, and jumped in front of Lataen:
"Take it all under control."

Wuming pressed Latan's forehead, searching for the flame in Latan's body.

But as soon as he pressed his hand on it, Ratan shook his head and tail, shaking off the nameless hand and the shackles of others.

The purple light stretched along the rope, and the magic of gravity endowed him with infinite strength. Even if hundreds of people were pulling it, they were dragged by him, slipping on the sand dunes.

"Energy is infinite." Wuming sighed.

"What now?" Jerry asked.

"The only option is to bleed him," Wuming said.

Several red lion knights raised their bows to the sky, and the arrows radiated magic power of gravity.

"General, offended!" The red lion shot an arrow.

Arrows rained down on Ratan's limbs, piercing him and pinning him to the sand.

Several warriors held spears and stuck them on Lataen's limbs, just like the old rotting knights.

Rataen suffered pain, roared and struggled, and threw the warrior out.

"No, the sand won't hold it in place," said Jeremy.

Nameless sighed: "Forget it, I'll do it."

"You still have this supernatural power?" Jielian was curious about how Wuming could hold Lataen.

"Stay away." Wuming asked the people around him to retreat urgently, and jumped up high.

Wuming leaped high and threw several fireballs at Lataen.

The fireball was ten meters in size, and it was terrifying.

And when the fireball fell on Lataen's limbs, it erupted with even more exaggerated power. A [-]-meter mushroom cloud rose up, and a large piece of sand melted when the fireball landed, melting and blending with the thick lion armor.

Ratan was about to struggle to get up, but was thrown back by several black fireballs, and his limbs sank deep into the molten sand.

Wuming fell back to the ground, took out a pyroxene, and cast magic on Lataen.

A large amount of cold air radiated out, freezing the molten armor together with the sand, and the plates formed into blocks.

Wuming clapped his hands: "It's done."

Lataen's limbs are now connected to the ground hundreds of meters away, and he wants to shake it unless he pries the ground.

But Latan's head was still shaking wildly, and Wuming couldn't press it down no matter what.

"Come and hold it down." Wuming instructed others.

Tragos the Great Horn, Alexander the Warrior, and the strongest fighters pressed against Latan's head, but they still couldn't block Latan's restless head.

Wuming stretched out his hand again, with flames burning in his palm, ready to throw it at Latan's head.

Seeing this, the red lion was shocked: "What are you doing?"

"Don't worry, it's not a fireball." Wuming said, "It's time to use my special skill."

Wuming pointed at Latan, and a layer of pink breath enveloped Latan's face.

The power of charm can make people see what they desire in their hearts and gain inner peace. It is exerted on Lataen who has lost his sanity.

This is not over yet, as a demigod, Lataen has a strong resistance to various spells, and the charm of the soul is not enough.

Wuming also needs to combine light magic to read Lataen's desire at the soul level, and then use all magic tools to present the appearance to achieve the most effective charm.

"Come on Lataen, let me see your long dream, see your fear and longing, let me give you peace..."

Wuming picked up a ball of pink, and the pink breath penetrated into the armor along the face shield. Under the effect of light magic, Wuming's figure changed into a figure that could bring Lataen peace.

Seeing the figure of Wuming, the soldiers who were trying to suppress Lataen forgot to use their strength, and stared at Wuming's big eyes:
"What is this?"

The head of a lean horse appeared there, resembling Lataen's pony, perhaps the pony's youth.

If it was just a horse, the red lion would not be so surprised.

Wuming is wearing a horse's head, and under the horse's head is the figure of a woman.

The woman's figure is flat, with no obvious features. She is wearing a red leather armor with her navel exposed, and short boots with fluff under her feet. There is also a leather boot cover inside, revealing a small section of her thigh.

"Bah——oh, oh, oh, oh!"

The abstract object tosses its horse's head and twists back and forth as if dancing.

Seeing this weird thing, the red lion and the warriors were all stunned and forgot to use their strength.

But they were not thrown away, because Ratan was also stunned, staring straight at the mysterious creature.

"This must be something important to him projected by the general's mind that lost his sanity." Jie Lian guessed, "In the general's long dream, these support him to persevere."

The red lion came to a sudden, looking for the source of the various characteristics of this influence.

For example, the horse's head is the general's favorite horse, red is the hair color that the general is proud of, and the boots under his feet are not exactly the style of Lataen's arm armor.

"Whose body is this woman?" Red Lion wondered.

The general is a martial artist, and has little contact with female sex, and the women he often contacts are his relatives.

This woman's body is quite barren, not quite like the appearance of an adult woman.

"Could it belong to my younger sister?" Red Lion guessed, "The general is actually a hidden younger sister?"

Jie Lian looked at the barren figure:

"It can't be a Valkyrie..."

Jie Lian and the red lion hurriedly denied this possibility.

How could the general think about that woman? Impossible, absolutely impossible.

But these are not important issues. The important thing is that the general finally stopped struggling.

The horse-headed girl stepped on her boots, walked up to the calm-faced Latarn, and held down his head.

While checking the situation in his body, he comforted him with a voice:
"Hey, oh, oh..."

At the same time, an unknown voice also appeared out of thin air:
"Sure enough, the flame in Latan's brain is weak, and it should be instinctively preventing the brain from burning out."

"Hasn't your brain burned out yet?" Telagos looked at the horse-headed girl in the nameless avatar.

Wuming stopped gossiping, controlled the flames, and flowed in Lataen's body, provoking a lot of sweat.

Thanks to feeding a large amount of mushroom soup to Lataen this month, Lataen's body is very rich in water, and his body that was originally dry in the sand dunes was moisturized and sweated a lot.

With the appearance of a lot of sweat, Wuming also increased the firepower. Under the water and fire, Lataen let out a painful roar, but every time he saw Wuming's phantom figure, he would reduce his struggle.

As the time passed, Ratan growled vaguely.

This vague growl was as sweet as fairy music to the red lion's ears.

Although it was vague, they could hear that it was language, a language that the general had not spoken for many years.

Jeremy asked, "What is the general talking about?"

Red Lion said uncertainly:

"The general seems to be talking about... the emperor?"

Jie Lian said: "I understand. The general worships King Ge Fulei and King Radhagang. He once attacked the king's city and was repelled. He is still pursuing his dream of becoming a king!"

Jie Lian was in tears, and tears oozed from one eye: "The general has never forgotten his ambition!"

The red lions were also moved to wipe their tears.

On the one hand, it is the ideal of the general, and on the other hand, it also sees the hope of the general's recovery.

They echoed the general's roar and chanted the emperor's name.

"Emperor! Emperor!"

The nameless transformed figure also neighed, yelling loudly.

Just when the entire Wailing Dune was heated up by this atmosphere, and the frenzied atmosphere was ignited to the extreme, Lataen took a breath, and the originally dim yellow eyes regained their pupils, shining with the light of reason.

In an instant, the frenzy sublimated into ecstasy, and the warriors and the red lions embraced and wept, shouted and laughed.

Jie Lian shouted Lataen's name, looked up to the sky and roared to the red clouds and fading stars, announcing the return of the legend to the world:

"General Broken Star, miraculous resurrection!"

　Tsk tsk, this should have been the craziest scene, I was so happy that I felt crazy.

　　It's a pity that the tragic atmosphere in the early stage was not rendered in place.It can only be said that there are still too many restrictions, there are both internal and external factors in the game, and there are too many plots to be arranged, which can only be written during this period, causing readers to see the procrastination. (In fact, it's not procrastinating, but it's not well written, and the plot arrangement has no sense of cadence.) Maybe it should be done in one step, and it's a pity that it's a pity, just understand the spirit.

　　By the way, I would like to ask readers, do you want me to provide pictures for certain passages, have specific images of the source of some memes, or specific character images, etc., or wait for the readers to realize the memes and post them by themselves.

　　
　
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