The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 94 The Terrible Nameless
Ge Fulei, the king of war, established his country with martial arts, loved arenas and gladiators, and Lataen, who worshiped Ge Fulei, also inherited this combativeness and valor.

Even after Radagon abolished the custom of gladiatorial fighting, Gaelid still retained one of the largest arenas.

For Ratan and the warriors, fighting is the path to honor, perhaps the only path.

In fact, no one knows where Ratan's brave and combative character comes from.

With his status, he didn't need any achievements in force to obtain the highest honor and respect.

No one knows where Ratan's admiration for Godfrey and Radagon came from.

Both Lords of Elden were powerful warriors active on the battlefield, but Ratarn, the prince of Kalia, should have been more refined.

Besides, even by combat standards, it doesn't make sense that he worships the two Lords of Elden.

Taking combat as a standard, it is difficult for Radagon to be compared with Ge Fulei.

Ladagon's record is not outstanding, and the greatest achievement is obtained by marrying the Queen of the Full Moon. People in the border area still worship the king of war, and Chonghu Ladagon treats him as a "king's husband" with some contempt. title.

He didn't even advocate fighting, and after taking power, he shut down the gladiatorial activities of the Ge Fulei era.

Ratan's unanimous admiration for the two kings has always been a mystery, even if you count the filter as a child, it is difficult to understand.But the retrospective of this kind of thing can't affect the existing facts. Under the call of Lataen, people still participate in various gladiatorial activities and battle festivals.

On the Wailing Sand Dunes, the warriors teamed up with the Red Lion to make a shocking collision under the scarlet sky.

Lataen, who had regained his sanity, was no longer the wandering reckless man he used to be, and the thick purple halo moved rhythmically, repelling and deflecting the iron objects that were poking at him.

Only a heavy stone hammer like Telagus the Great Horn can slightly break through the blockade of gravity and hit Lataen.

Latarn was hit by the stone hammer and froze for a moment, laughed wildly and turned around, and sent out a more powerful counterattack, slapping the big horn away.

The soldiers were instantly defeated in response to the hesitation and demigod formation, unable to organize more effective attacks.

Latarn stopped chasing and stuck two big swords on the sand dunes, waiting for the soldiers to regroup and come up with better countermeasures.

"Why do I feel that such a general is not as oppressive as before?" a warrior said.

"It's even more difficult to defeat." Jie Lian said, "No matter how difficult it is to get injured, there will be no unnecessary loss of physical strength."

Lataen, who put down his double knives, was not idle. He raised his big bow and shot three arrows into the distance.

Wuming jumped into various twisted poses, dodged all the arrows, and cursed while hiding:

"You are a demigod anyway, bullying me, a small trader, is it interesting for you?"

"You can dodge all my attacks, and you still have the energy to speak. You really are a strong man." Lataen said to Wuming who was hiding on the edge of the battlefield, "Why don't you come to fight?"

"I'm a civilized person, and I don't use my hands when I can talk."

"You mean I'm savage?"

"You've already eaten bugs, what do you think?" Wuming said.

Ratan didn't care:
"Bugs are only primitive fanatics, they are the real savages."

Lataen exerted force under his feet, and his huge body took off lightly. There was a purple lightning between the gauntlet and the hilt of the great sword, and the great sword followed Lataen tremblingly.

With the big sword in hand, the gravity magic was revoked, and Lataen pressed down with great force, hitting Wuming.

Wuming raised his shield, avoided the center of the impact, was overturned by the aftermath, and drew a trail on the sand.

Ratan laughed: "Eat civilized people to be barbaric, eat barbarians to be civilized."

Nameless rolled his eyes:

"I looked at you high when you were doing calculations on the sand, so I couldn't maintain my rationality and logic, so how many more questions should I do?"

Hearing this sentence, Ratan suddenly shivered inexplicably, a little excited:
"Don't even think about it! Don't let me go back to the days when I used to draw a hundred sets of magic scrolls a day! A man should rely on his blood and courage to open up the world!"

The gravel was condensed into rock by gravity and smashed towards Wuming.

The gravitational magic power emerged on the ground, flying Wuming, and the rocks smashed one by one.

Each rock ball throws Wuming farther, and another rock ball is added when it hits the spot. The misty gravity magic shows a precise sense of rhythm and rhythm in Lataen's hands.

Wuming was blasted to the edge of the dune before finally getting up, bared his teeth, and spat out the sand:

"Is this Kalia's style..."

The shadow under Ratan enveloped Wuming:
"If you don't make a move, I won't cooperate with you."

"Okay, for the sake of business, we have to socialize." Wuming lay on the sand and looked at Lataen, "Let the red lion and the soldiers leave."

"You're not with them?"

"You are very powerful, I am afraid of accidental injury." Wuming said.

"Very confident." Ratan smiled.

"I've found your weakness." Wuming said, "I won't use too much effort."

Rataen raised his head and howled, countless gravity balls shot at the soldiers in the distance, pulling them to the opposite bank uncontrollably.

"The field is cleared," said Lataen. "Let me see your modest strength."

Wuming was still lying on the beach, posing with a big character, as if holding Lataen's shadow as a parasol, basking comfortably on the beach.

A round of tomorrow appeared under Wuming, covering the soles of Wuming and Latan's feet.

Rataen quickly jumped up with the pony, and raised his big sword to block the pony's feet.

Countless pillars of flame rose up like a dragon soaring up, and the circling flames bombarded Lataen, blasting Lataen higher and farther, until it fell far away.

"Avoid it..." Wuming stood up.

The impact of the flame is not so strong, it is impossible to blow Lataen so far. It is Lataen who controls the gravity magic and takes the initiative to extend the distance.

"The weakness you speak of is the horse that attacks me?" Ratarne said aloud.

"Shoot people first and shoot horses." Wuming said.

A large gravitational arrow shot at Wuming, Wuming dodged, the gravity effect of the arrow tip made him crooked.

In just a moment, Ratan had rushed over.

Those skinny horses were no longer under his feet.

The gravel wrapped around Latan's body, was captured by a strong force, and flew along with Latan.

Rataen raised two star-breaking swords flatly, and flitted across the air like a ferocious falcon.

Wuming wanted to climb down to dodge, but the gravity on the ground reversed again, and Wuming's body floated in the air, falling in front of the trajectory of the blade.

In front of Wuming, the wall of light twisted.

The light film reversed and covered Wuming's whole body. His body was a bit illusory, intersecting with the great sword.

Latarn strangled his figure and stopped in mid-air, looking at Wuming who was still standing there intact, and his great sword.

"What kind of move is this, the ancient golden tree secret technique?" Ratan asked.

"It is indeed the magic of gold." Wuming said.

"The faded ones are indeed descendants of warriors, and they can still master such ancient skills." Rataen raised his horse's head in excitement, "But my weakness has been put aside, how do you use my strength? What about the weakness?"

"Then you misunderstood, the weak point I said is not your pony." Wuming said, "or it's not your pony."

Wuming threw out a fireball, this time it was no longer a violent crimson flame, but a strange black fireball.

At the same time, the black flames under Wuming's feet meandered and serpentine, surrounded Lataen, sprang up from the ground, and rushed towards Lataen.

Latarn was terrified: "Black Flame..."

He took a step back subconsciously, avoiding the black flames.But he stopped quickly, looking at the black flames licking on the ground, he couldn't hide the trembling all over his body.

The corner of Ratan's mouth raised uncontrollably:

"It's great, you actually hold the black flame..."

"Why are you like a dog seeing meat buns?" Wuming didn't understand why Lataen was so excited to see a black flame.

"That's the power of death." Lataen said, "The battle between life and death makes people's blood boil."

"That shouldn't be so exciting, isn't it a battle between life and death, no matter how excited you are, you will jump up—"

Wuming closed his mouth, because Lataen really jumped up, and this jump flew directly into the sky without a trace, Wuming just wanted to vomit and didn't say anything.

"Where did it go?" Wuming raised his head and looked up at the sky, "Between life and death, the only way to escape is to fight, right?"

Just as he was talking, the red clouds in the sky lit up.

Wuming opened his mouth wide: "Wow..."

A sun set from the clouds.

Latarn was facing the hot and shiny air layer, and fell from the sky like a meteorite.

The soldiers who watched the battle from afar finally understood that they had worked so hard for so many days, but they only realized the tip of the iceberg of Latan's strength.

Only by experiencing the feats of Broken Star back then can one understand what the strongest demigod is.

The air in Wuming's place solidified, and the air pressure continued to increase. Just the high-pressure air would blow away a large amount of sand and dust, making it difficult for Wuming to escape.

Getting closer, the iron armor on Wuming's body began to shrivel up and break off piece by piece.

Even a distorted wall of light is difficult to resist for a long-term attack with a super-wide range.

The dense sand dunes were compressed like steel, and Wuming lay on the ground, the armor on his chest peeling off.

"Surrender!" Wuming shouted.

But the sound, light and shadow were all shredded by the extreme high pressure and could not be transmitted to the meteorite.

Just when Wuming's mask couldn't hold up and broke, revealing his face, Wuming's eyes finally widened, revealing an angry look:

"Kill them all, right? You forced me."

The air, frozen like glass, shattered.

From the eyes of the onlookers in the distance, the air above the Wailing Dunes is already like gel, like glass, sealing everything in amber, showing the slightest details before being destroyed.

Below the meteorite, in the sand that had been pressed into a basin, a trace of black lightning shot out against the meteorite, growing against the meteorite, like a black sapling, constantly expanding its territory in the solidified air, creating a new world in the amber. crack.

In an instant, the black twigs grew into towering trees, a huge black pillar no less than a meteorite in the sky rushed out, the solidified air shattered, and a huge storm swept all around, overturning the soldiers watching the battle from a distance.

The black twigs finally broke through the shackles, showing their original appearance - the black spring water gushing from the ground, rushing out of the ground under great pressure, and then spreading and flying, turning into water foam.

Swirling black foam.

The earth-shattering meteorite, which was covered in flames, actually slowed down at a speed visible to the naked eye under the washing of this spray, as if it had encountered extreme pressure.

The flames dissipated, the air was messy, and sand was flying.

Only the big black tree is still growing and growing, touching the surface of the meteorite.

The thick armor all over Latan's body was hot and red hot in the violent friction, and when it came into contact with black droplets, it suddenly caused a violent explosion.

The majestic meteorite twisted its body and spun out of its orbit, smashed in another direction, set off a hundred-meter sand wave, and blew the sand towards the Red Lion City. After that, the sky was covered with gray sand rain all day long.

Wuming and Latan came out of their respective deep pits, and both of their armors were damaged a lot.

Latarn's armor had a lot of pitted and corroded marks, and it was almost worn out.The armor on Wuming's chest has disappeared, revealing a deep vortex, with black tentacles protruding from it occasionally.

Rataen held up the black iron sword, blood spurted from his body, but he still couldn't hide his excitement:
"Happy, so happy! This is what a festival should look like!"

Seeing that Latan was about to attack, but Wuming no longer put on a fighting posture, he pointed at Latan:
"I didn't mean to use your weaknesses against you, but you're too much, you fat boy."

Latarn's eyes were red: "Oh? Show me quickly, I also want to know what other weaknesses I have."

"Hmph..." Wuming sneered, and threw out a cloud of pink breath.

He stepped into the powdery air, and his figure dissipated.

Walking out of the pink, it was a girl with a horse head and a flat figure.

The moment this figure walked out, the fanaticism and belligerence on Ratan's face disappeared.

The horse shook its head back and forth, pointed at Rataen, and laughed evilly:
"Baby, baby, you're finished, I'll go to the Lake District and tell your mother that your ideal type looks like this."

After listening to this sentence, Rataen directly raised his two knives:

"I surrender."

The fanaticism and belligerence on Ratan's face completely dissipated, and his face was full of horror:
"I will cooperate with you now, don't tell my mother."

The horse shook its head and stroked its mane with its hands:

"Hmph, why bother, you have to force me to take action."

The horse-headed girl ran happily around Rataen:
"we are the champion!"

When the horse's head stopped playing, the virtual image dissipated, and when the unknown figure appeared again, he had already repaired the armor, and put on the victor's posture, holding his head high.

As a fighter who has experienced many battles and has already reached the peak of his combat experience, Wuming noticed Latan's weakness when he smashed him all the way with a rock ball before——

He had a strange fear of his mother.

Although he didn't know the reason, Wuming immediately got along with the double mental blow of Ratan's desire and fear.

Wuming patted the slightly trembling Lataen, triumphantly:

"Brother Broken Star, a powerful fighter can not only kill people, but also kill people's hearts. You still have to learn."

Wuming put his waist on his back, looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, and walked to the other side:

"That's the deal for the cooperation. By the way, I took away the portal on the beach. This thing was set up in case you lost control and ran out along the way. Now that you have recovered, it is like using a boat." .Anyway, it’s useless, so let’s make it easier for me.”

Latarn looked at Wuming's back, showing a look of fear:

"Scary guy..."

(End of this chapter)