Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

He saw a humanoid figure covered with flames flying towards him. Behind the humanoid figure was a jet of flames that was extremely unequal to that size, covering the sky and the sun.

Because of the distance and angle, Greg felt that the jet was taller and terrifying than the golden tree.

When Greg saw the thing of unknown origin, he had no intention of resisting and ran away.

But when Greg turned around, he saw the head hanging on the wall.

The honor he had just received gave him pause.

Greg turned back and faced Wuming.

He could also tell that he couldn't run away at this speed.

Since you can't escape, then give it a try.

Greg's five dragon heads roared together, spitting out dragon flames and clashing with the humanoid.

However, when Long Yan approached the human form, he immediately transformed into a human form, and was meekly rolled to the side and merged into the butterfly wings behind him.

Seeing that the all-conquering dragon flames had no effect, Greg showed a look of despair.

He raised the shrimp head in his right hand like crazy and sprayed water cannon at the man covered in flames.

Invisible air waves squeezed the water cannon and dispersed the attack. It was not until the fifth water cannon that the air waves in front of the human figure were finally broken away, scattering the flames covering his body, revealing his true body under the flames for a moment.

It's you! Greg was horrified.

For a moment, Godfrey's advice flashed through Greg's mind.

Only then did he understand why Ge Fulei asked him to stop, and why his ancestors belittled his strength like that.

Greg didn't have time to think more, the jet of flames had already passed over him.

Greg also experienced the feeling of being ignited all over and being caught in a sea of ​​fire.

Pain, severe pain.

The limbs all over his body exploded one by one, and the various limbs attached to his body were connected to his consciousness, and there was severe pain before each limb exploded.

The power of the dragon gave him the resistance to flames, and also allowed him to not be destroyed immediately, but to repeatedly experience the pain of his skin being burned.

Greg's six dragon wings folded forward, wrapping Greg and slightly isolating the flames.

But the despair in Greg's heart only increased.

This was just a passing flame, and he hadn't even experienced a formal attack from the other party.

Greg knew clearly that Wuming was here to find him. It was even clearer that he was absolutely powerless to resist.

In this despair, Greg huddled in the dragon wings, and was so frightened that he couldn't help himself.

But the imagined attack did not appear, and the flames weakened.

Greg unfolded a dragon wing and looked outside.

Stone City was indeed plowed through by flames and turned into a pool of lava.

But this was only in the first half of Stone City. Nameless did not wreak havoc in Stone City, but turned in another direction.

That direction is... Greg identified the direction, his pupils shrank, God's Grant Tower!

The towering Divine Grant Tower is clearly visible in Stone City, and it is the only building in that direction.

Now Greg was sure that Wuming was really coming for him, and he was eyeing his big rune.

Greg watched Wuming approaching the Divine Grant Tower, and wanted to escape, but after resisting the jet just now, he had no strength, and his limbs were burned in many places. He could only watch Wuming in despair as he approached the Divine Grant Tower.

Greg was desperate because the door of the Divine Grant Tower was sealed and could not be entered without the Big Rune, and the Big Rune was on him.

The God's Grant Tower is the place where the fragmented monarchs are granted the title and hold ceremonies to receive the fragments of the ring. The fragment of the magic ring - that is, the big rune is a container, and a ceremony needs to be performed in the God's Grant Tower to obtain the blessing and truly gain the power of the big rune.

The power of the Great Rune lies in its favor. Only the Great Rune can carry that huge favor.

In other words, Wuming will turn around and come back sooner or later. He will inevitably die, and he can foresee his own death through Wuming's actions.

For the weak Greg, the most cruel thing is not death, but waiting to die.

The huge butterfly wings dissipated, and Wuming finally arrived in front of the Divine Grant Tower.

Greg knew that after a while, the fire wings would spread out again, return to him, and take away his big rune.

Greg was already thinking about whether to offer the big rune.

It would cost him his power and everything, but it would also keep him alive.

Greg struggled for a long time and could not make up his mind.

He is such a weak person who always hesitates no matter what decision he makes.

Greg gave up the struggle and was ready to wait for Wuming to come before him before making a decision.

With this giving up, all ambitions and entanglements suddenly seemed to be gone.

Only then did he realize that a long time had passed and the terrifying fire wings still had not spread out.

Wuming was still standing outside the Divine Grant Tower, with the sealed door blocking the door.

Greg didn't understand why Wuming stayed in front of the door for so long. This was not a door that could be influenced by sincerity.

Moreover, even if the door can be opened, the power of grace still needs big runes to carry it.

The Divine Grant Tower was quite far away from Stone City, and Greg couldn't clearly see what Wuming was doing. He could only vaguely see a vague figure.

Then the blurry figure disappeared.

A large inhuman thing emerged from the human form.

A pair of giant black hands stretched out from Wuming's body, each hand was bigger than Wuming's body.

Greg couldn't see the specific situation clearly, but he was certain that Wuming's appearance at this moment must be even more deformed than his own.

Even on the magma pool where Fire Wings had been raging, Greg felt a little chilled by Wuming's strange change.

What is he going to do... Greg murmured.

The giant hand opened up, like a spider with limbs, and clung to the outer wall of the Divine Grant Tower.

Wuming was like a spider, climbing along the outer layer of the Divine Grant Tower at a very fast speed. In a short time, he climbed to the top and disappeared beside the top wall of the tower.

Although he knew that without the big rune, he couldn't carry the favor, Greg still felt a little bad when he saw this weird way of climbing up the tower.

He wanted to give up his life and go have a look, but there was only one bridge leading from Stone City to the Divine Grant Tower.

The bridge is now melting and crumbling.

Seeing Stone City melting like ice cream in front of him, Greg suddenly felt that all his ambitions and entanglements were unimportant, and it was good to be an ordinary person.

The fire of ambition in his heart shrank for no reason after seeing the fire that spread across the world.

But now that he wants to be an ordinary person, Greg also knows that it is too late. There is no way Wuming will let him go after massacring the store.

With a strange state of mind, Greg looked towards the golden tree for the last time, in the direction of his hometown.

The wish to return to the foot of the golden tree can only be a wish forever.

Greg was stunned.

He had looked up at the Golden Tree countless times in various places and was very familiar with the sky.

The sky is a little different...

In Airei Church, people finally recovered from the shock of witnessing the Avenue of Ashes. They were thankful and gathered around Topps to express their gratitude to him.

Tops scratched his head in embarrassment. He had never received such praise before and didn't know how to respond. He subconsciously turned his eyes to Se Lian.

Se Lian did not look at Topps, but raised his head and looked at something motionless.

Tops was curious and followed the gaze of Serian, the stargazer.

The people surrounding Topps saw Topps' movements and followed suit.

In the Magician's Tower in the Walled City of Kallia, a figure wearing a heretic magician's hat looks out the window;

In the majestic city on the snow-capped mountains, people kneeling and begging looked in disbelief in the other direction;

At one end of the broken bridge, the golden face, who was dressed in turbans, had a rare change of direction with his eyes always pointing at the golden tree;

Next to a corpse, a man wearing special-shaped armor raised his head, and the sun badge on his chest jingled as he raised his arms and roared.

…

The strong men and stargazers from all over the border raised their heads and stared at the vision in the sky.

In the sky at the junction, the golden tree is the most eye-catching, and the full moon is no less prominent in certain areas. Under the shadow of the full moon, the dark moon is dormant, and in addition, there are stars that have stopped moving.

But now, a faint solar eclipse appears on the horizon, and the fire-stained ring disappears next to the golden tree. Although it is inconspicuous, and although it is still very dim, it is eye-catching enough for the unchanging sky.

The solar eclipse had a strange form, like a flowing egg, with a ray of light overflowing and hanging down.

The Kaidan mercenary in Airei Church has a big mouth and a stupid expression:

Isn't this the trademark of our store? We've advertised it all the way to the sky?

The corners of Patch's mouth twitched a few times and he said firmly:

Coincidence, it must be a coincidence, we can take advantage of this opportunity to make a name for ourselves.

He cursed under his breath:

Can you make the matter bigger...

It's really possible... Wuming stood on the Divine Grant Tower and murmured hoarsely, relaxing a little.

Several big hands swelled out from his back, supporting him on the ground and dragging him along, like a big spider.

The big hands crawled on the ground, leaving behind swirling fingerprint marks.

On the Tower of Divine Grant, there is a dead pair of fingers, and the grace lies between the two fingers.

Wuming had never seen Double Fingers, the so-called messenger who conveyed the supreme will, but he recognized the thing lying motionless on the ground on the tower as Two Fingers at the first sight.

Because it is indeed two fingers, like a person's palm, but the thumb, little finger, and ring finger are cut off, leaving only the index finger and middle finger.

Wuming has never seen the Great Rune, but he can feel that the favor between his two fingers contains huge power, and he must be the Great Rune.

He now desperately needs this power to fill the void.

He approached the favor and took off the armor from his chest.

The position of Wuming's chest is not the heart and lungs, but a vortex-like depression, and the fine golden runes are sucked into this vortex.

Wuming was also worried that the big runes would be different from ordinary runes and could not be inhaled.

But he was overly worried. Wuming pressed his chest against the ball of grace, and the whirlpool shattered the grace and sucked it into his body.

Feeling his body gradually filling up, Wuming let out a long sigh of relief.

The giant black hand behind him is gradually shrinking as the favor is absorbed.

The flame has also begun to become more handy and can be controlled at will, and will no longer be released in an overly bold way.

Wuming controlled a flame whip, licking the melted armor and reshaping it.

The face shield was repaired, revealing the eyes.

The shriveled eyeballs gradually recovered, but they were still a little blood-red.

The giant hands retracted one by one, and soon only one was left.

But the favor disappeared.

To be precise, it was completely absorbed.

Wuming gritted his teeth and prepared to work harder, but was held back by the giant hand behind his back.

This time the giant hand shrank very slowly, and you could clearly see the pus-like paste-like substance surging on the back of the dark hand. There was a swirl-like palm on the palm, and there were horns like broken teeth between the fingers.

It didn't look like a hand, but rather like the mouthparts of some kind of sandworm. The mouth was densely covered with severed ominous horns.

Wuming was working hard, but there was movement in the two fingers in front of him.

Wuming frowned and stepped back, looking at the two fingers wriggling on the ground with some vigilance.

The two fingers can act as an intermediary between the finger witch and the supreme will. They are widely believed in the border areas and are even worshiped like gods. There must be something unique about them.

Wuming hoped that the two fingers would have some sense and not go against him because he snatched Grek's big rune.

Please, be a little sensible, be a little sensible... Wuming's still somewhat hazy consciousness kept chanting.

The Divine Grant Tower is built on the seaside, and beyond is the endless sea.

The distant sky and the sea beyond shot out light at the same time, projecting on the two fingers.

Under the shroud of light, the damaged and old bodies of the two fingers began to recover, and the hair on the backs of the fingers also became smooth.

There was a vibration between his two fingers, and the dust and dirt on his body were shaken away, and he stood upright again.

Putting two fingers on the ground, the palm-like creature stood up, its hands slightly bent, maintaining a delicate balance.

Two of the fingers were trembling, and the hair on the back of the fingers was also vibrating in a regular manner.

But soon, the two fingers stopped and twisted left and right like a head, as if looking for something.

Wuming couldn't understand what the two fingers were doing, and he didn't want to see it.

Wuming's consciousness was still a little dazed, and he still needed strength to control the hand behind his back. He didn't want to ignore his fingers.

Looking around with both fingers, he seemed to have given up and his body stopped shaking.

Wuming waited for a while and found that there was no more movement between his two fingers.

Wuming turned around and prepared to leave. He felt that Double Finger would not embarrass him.

At this moment, Wuming felt his spirit tremble, and an unspeakable feeling invaded his mind.

It was a consciousness inserted directly into his brain.

It cannot be expressed in words, but it directly affects his soul and makes him understandable.

Hello, said the voice in the soul.

Wuming turned around stiffly and looked at Two Fingers.

Yes, it's me. He nodded slightly with both fingers, There is no finger-removing witch here, so I can only use this method.

Is something wrong? Wuming got straight to the point.

He had a headache, and now that he was forced to lose some of his energy to communicate with the two-fingered souls, Wuming felt very uncomfortable.

Two fingers conveyed an emotion to Wuming, including joy, relief and appreciation:

I didn't expect that after the Broken War, new gods would appear. Your laws are very strange. Can you show them to me?

What god? What law? Wuming didn't understand what those two fingers were saying at all.

It doesn't matter, I can watch it myself. Two Fingers said.

In the sky directly above the Divine Grant Tower, a cylindrical light was projected down and enveloped him, and then Wuming felt a sting in his brain.

Wuming felt that his body had lost control for a moment, and his power was overflowing uncontrollably.

The power overflowing from the nameless armor can be described as radiant.

There are blazing curling flames, black flames, golden thunder and lightning wrapped around the armor, light and dark liquids intertwined...

The two fingers were silent for a moment, conveying an emotion of surprise and surprise:

It's stranger than I thought. Life and death, light and darkness, gold and moon, time, lightning, fire, soul, charm, blood... It's the first time I see a god-man who can possess so many laws at the same time. , great, you can definitely end this era of trouble. Become a god, and I will help you become the god of the border area. Show your laws, no matter which one, or all of them, and let the world get back on track. Come on, become a god and choose your partner...

Double Finger was very excited and kept pouring ideas into Wuming.

But Wuming didn't respond at all, and there wasn't even the slightest fluctuation in his soul.

Are you not satisfied? Shuangzhi asked, What do you want? You can get the whole world, shape the world into what you want, and get whatever you want.

You can get whatever you want... Wuming lowered his head and murmured in a vague voice.

Yes, anything. Two Fingers promised him, This is allowed by the Supreme Consciousness.

Hehehehe... Wuming laughed gloomily, I want to eat a hot dog...

Two fingers conveyed a doubtful emotion.

He didn't understand what Wuming meant.

Wuming suddenly rose up and rushed toward Shuangzhi.

The different powers surging all over his body were directed toward his two fingers, along with nameless strong emotions.

But it's not murderous intent, it's closer to obsession.

Crazy obsession.

It's useless. Without the power of killing gods, you can't hurt me at all. Two fingers relied on soul communication, and their reaction speed was astonishing. When Wuming rushed up, he had already begun to persuade Wuming, I hope you can obey me, otherwise even as a God, you can’t get a good death either——”

The two-fingered language stopped.

Its skin was easily torn by Wuming. The giant mouth-shaped hand on Wuming's back bit one of the two fingers and began to gnaw at it from the beginning.

The feeling of severe pain was transmitted to Wuming with two fingers.

Stop, feel the pain. You can understand the pain caused by the injury. And if you don't stop, you will also bear the pain. You will suffer the pain of being eaten alive and die of shock.

Wuming was unmoved, as if he didn't receive the painful feeling transmitted by his two fingers.

The big hands on his back gnawed even more vigorously.

The two fingers incited Wuming's soul again, blowing on the surface, trying to make Wuming go crazy and change his behavior, but it was of no use.

Didn't I say it? Wuming muttered in a low voice, I want to eat, I'm hungry, I'm not full yet. You still want to bother me, affect my spirit, and affect my will...

Wuming stared at his fingers, his eyes blood red:

I just want to fill my stomach right now. That is my goal, my will. This constitutes my existence. Without will, there would be no me. Can you destroy my 'existence'?

Uncontrollable...unable to understand...unanalyzable...unreasonable, suspected to be a program...

As half of his body was eaten by Wuming, the information sent from his two fingers fell into chaos.

Wuming ignored the messy information. No matter how his fingers affected his soul, it did not hinder him from chewing the ham at all.

When one of the two fingers was completely chewed up, Wuming's giant hand finally stopped and stretched it to Wuming's mouth with satisfaction, and Wuming licked the ketchup on his finger.

Then it shrank from the outside inward, shrinking back behind Wuming.

The blood redness in Wuming's eyes finally subsided and clarity returned.

Wuming burped with satisfaction, and all the strange phenomena in his body dissipated.

What disappeared next was the solar eclipse on the horizon.

Wuming looked at his surroundings, and then looked at his two fingers - what should probably be called one finger now.

The blood from both fingers spattered all over the floor, extending all the way to Wuming's body and into his mouth.

Wuming's memory was not clear, but fortunately, by relying on reasoning and a sense of fullness, Wuming could roughly understand what happened.

Eating two fingers... It shouldn't be a big deal... Wuming carelessly touched his belly and burped again.