The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 26 High-altitude Parabolic
A giant monster fell from a high altitude and hit Wuming's side, crushing many tombstones, splintering meat and blood.

Wuming wiped the plasma from his face, and he couldn't see the perpetrator of the high-altitude parabolic when he looked up.

Nameless moved the corpse, threw it into the deep pit inhabited by the rotting tree spirits, returned to the original place, and set up a stall again.

As soon as they sat back, several people screamed and fell to Wuming's side, splashing blood on Wuming's face, and even smashing the dew drop balls of several dung beetles.

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In Stonewell City, in front of the city lord's throne, the officials in charge of the affairs of the city lowered their heads, not daring to take a breath.

On the throne, a monster wriggled.

The monster had a human face, white hair, and was old and ugly.Compared with the thin head, his body is quite large, almost the same as that of a troll.

His body was wrapped in rich felt, but still there were many sprawling limbs writhing in the shadows.

A large ax stood beside him.

The city lord of Stone City, the demigod 'Grip' Grek, reigns over Nimgf in such a sickly manner.

Gregor used to be quite thin. As a member of the golden family, he neither inherited the height of his parents, nor did he inherit the blood of many queens.

When he wore Queen Malika's veil, escaped from the royal city disguised as a woman, and was beaten to kneel and lick his feet by the Valkyrie he regarded as "the generation of women", he finally fell into madness.

After all, the blood of the golden family brought him some special powers. He began to perform limb grafting rituals, connecting the limbs of various creatures to himself and absorbing their power.

Gregor had just attached the arm of a troll, and he was holding the skull of a faded one, feeling the intoxication of power.

Normally, Grek would be immersed in joy after holding the limb-attaching ceremony, and the civil and military officials present could also relax for a moment, no longer worrying about being a sacrifice to Grek.

But today Grek is still sullen and grumpy, and ordered the remnants of the limb grafting ceremony to be thrown out of the city.

The cause of Gregor's rage lies with the Faded.

For some reason, more and more faders have sneaked into Stone City recently, and they are becoming more and more difficult to deal with.

Originally, Gregor deliberately let the faded person enter, so that the faded person could fall into the trap so that he could become a sacrifice for the limb grafting ceremony, but now it is difficult for them to catch the faded person.

These faders seem to have inexhaustible supplies, can always replenish their physical strength, or fight, or flee, but they just cannot be killed or captured.

The faders are no longer hooked fish, but wanton invaders.

What Greg hates the most is not being respected, being invaded frequently, which obviously means that no one thinks highly of him.

"I need an explanation." Greg stared at the guard captain who was in charge of the city defense, and Gotok beside him.

The captain of the guard trembled: "I have sent more soldiers, and installed a few more ballistas at the main entrance. But no one came in through the main entrance. Could it be a problem on the side of the path..."

He squinted at Gotok.

The captain of the guard quickly blamed himself, hoping to divert Gregor's attention to others.

Gotok trembled:

"I'm only responsible for leading the way. You are also responsible for the traps and soldiers on the path."

Gregor's gaze shifted from Gotok to the captain of the guard again.

The captain of the guard said:
"My lord, the most important thing now is to continue to strengthen your defenses, otherwise there will be more faders, and they will disturb you sooner or later."

Greco said angrily:

"You even hired the Son of Omen, and you can still find new fighters?"

Damn, if you can resist your urge to take all the powerful fighters to graft limbs, why would I look for the Son of Omen?You have taken so many limbs and are capable of fighting them yourself.

The captain of the guard frantically arranged Gregor in his heart, but his expression did not dare to neglect:

"We can hire some Kaidan mercenaries."

"I heard they are a bunch of savages." Gregor was displeased.

"They are a people on horseback. They have amazing fighting power and are very cheap. Just give them wine, meat and women, and they can help you fight."

"Do we have wine, meat and women?" Gregor started looking for the Chancellor this time.

I looked around and couldn't find it.

Gotok said:

"My lord, you forgot. Earlier you said that the people in the city would not starve to death anyway, they would only become immortals, and there was no need for a deal. You gave the Minister of Finance to..."

He glanced at Gregor cautiously:

"He's on your back now."

Gregor patted his head with the troll's hand:

"Yeah, no wonder I can't see him."

He wasn't quite used to the limbs of the giant monster he had just picked up, so the force was too strong, he smashed his head and screamed.

"It's a pity that you only took the hands of the Minister of Finance. If you can take over your head, you won't be so stupid." Someone said.

All the civil and military officials present were shocked and looked around quickly to see who dared to speak their minds.

A man dressed as a soldier stood at the door of the meeting hall, the sun was retrograde, and his figure could not be seen clearly.

"Who are you?" Greg asked angrily.

The soldier lifted his feet off the ground, floated into the air, and then flew towards Gregor.

Gregor stretched out the giant monster's left hand and grabbed the soldier.

The soldier, with a bruised nose and swollen face, said feebly:
"My lord, be careful, she broke in through the main entrance..."

Greg crushed the soldier and looked towards the door.

A brown-skinned woman blocked the door, holding an ax in both hands, proud and beautiful.

A piece of animal skin wraps the chest, while the rest is exposed, showing off the toned muscles.The sun dyed a layer of gold under the brown skin, making the bronze skin more three-dimensional.

The only decoration for a woman is a headband made of coarse cloth, which is the symbol of a brave man in the wilderness, and it is a proof of the countless enemies she has killed.

"Who are you?" Gregor stood up from the throne, his huge, bloated and deformed body almost reaching the ceiling.

"Nefelilu." Nefeli glared at Greco, "Remember this name, this will be your last memory, graft!"

"Shut up, I am the King of Gold!" Gregor was also angry, picked up the big axe, and slashed at Neferi.

"Turn this beautiful land into a purgatory on earth, even the wind is tainted by you, and you dare to call yourself a king." Nefeli's double ax supported Gregor's big ax, and returned the same roar.

Grek's troll hand struck Neferi in the stomach, hammering her flying.Neferi balanced her figure in the air and landed smoothly, with a bruise on her abdomen.

"Yes, yes, you have strong limbs." Gregor admired Neferi's muscles, "Become my limbs, and become one with me!"

"Disgusting." Nefeli showed a disgusted expression, raised the double axe, and chopped limbs in circles.

It is difficult to turn the huge and bloated body with limbs, and it can only be weakened by Nefeli.

Greg shook the ax in his hand, and the storm condensed around him.

As Stonewell, the lord of Storm City, he certainly possesses the power to turn storms into weapons.

This strength can effectively make up for his clumsy shortcomings, and cover his whole body with a strong wind that can weaken his tendons and bones.

The strong wind blew Nefeli's headband, revealing her stern and calm face.

She also started wielding the twin axes.

The storms from Gregor began to drain, and they began to embrace their more gracious masters instead.

Around Nefeli, a storm was blowing that was more violent than the wind driven by Greg's huge body.

There is thunder in the storm, and the echoes of wind and thunder are endless.

With a roar, Grek tore off the felt cloth wrapped around his body, exposing the arms that covered his entire body.The arms make up the muscle fibers that make up his huge body.

He rolled on the spot, and the hands on his back became a transmission belt, allowing him to flexibly roll away from the storm behind him, but several arms were still involved and were torn to pieces together with the heavy felt.

"How can you do this, who are you?" Gregor howled.

"You don't deserve to know." Nefeli swung her twin axes and rushed towards Grek.

Seeing Neferi's brave posture, Greg couldn't help but think of another woman.

Gregor gasped heavily, his chest heaved up and down:

"Am I going to be defeated by a woman again... Don't!"

Amid Grek's mournful howl, a man rushed to Grek with his shield on his back, blocking Neferi's twin axes.

Looking at the person behind the shield, Nefeli was shocked and furious:
"It's you?"

(End of this chapter)