The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 444: The Gate to Shadowland
Michaela returned to her bedroom and closed the door gently.

He lifted up the hem of his skirt, put it under his knees, and knelt on the ground. He supported himself on the edge of the bed with one hand and bent down to the bottom of the bed.

It was very dark under the bed. Michaela snapped her fingers and a light came on, illuminating the darkness under the bed. With the light, Michaela fumbled around for a while and found something that looked like a rolled-up travel sleeping bag among the sundries. The deep darkness was tinged with dark blue.

Holding the roll, Michaela's body suddenly swelled up, and the illusion she had maintained before disappeared. Her body immediately grew larger like the Son of Evil Omen, filling the space under the bed.

The room was silent for a while, and finally a voice was heard:
"Sister! Help me! I'm stuck!"

Michaela stood up awkwardly only after Marlenya came over and lifted up the bed.

Malenia looked at Michaela's huge and ugly body. Even after half a year, she still couldn't bear to look at it.

Michaela smiled at her sister a little embarrassedly:
"I forgot the time of transformation. Next time I will take further lessons with Lance Shanks and learn how to transform into a human body."

Marennia didn't pay attention to what Michaela said, she saw the scroll in Michaela's hand at a glance.

"How did you take him out?" Marenia said solemnly, "He is very dangerous."

"There's no other way. Going to Shadowland is the fastest way." Michaela said, "Have you contacted Brother Mungert?"

Marenia nodded, "He said to wait a moment and he'll contact you once he's done with his government affairs."

"Okay, let's get started." Michaela said, "You go out first, I'm enough here."

"He's dangerous." Marennia was still a little worried.

"It's okay, it's okay. I, your brother, am the most dangerous demigod." Michaela smiled and pushed Marennia out of the room.

With her back against the door, Michaela put the scroll she was holding on the ground, rolled it open, and revealed its true appearance.

It was Monger who had been sucked dry and dehydrated by Michaela before.

Michaela spread Monger out, pulled out a brass knife, and slit her own wrist, extending the wound over Monger's body.

Blood poured down onto Monger's body. The blood filled with cursed blood was immediately absorbed by Monger's shrunken body. As the skinny and shrunken body absorbed the blood, it gradually became plump and swelled, and began to transform from a shriveled, unrecognizable skin bag into a skinny son of evil omen.

A clear ringing sound was heard, and the pyroxene disc on the bed began to vibrate.

Michaela tightened her wrist, and with a flash of holy light, the wound healed immediately. She picked up the projection disc and connected the communication.

A bust of Mungot emerges from the disk.

Michaela pointed the camera at herself, grinned at Mongert, and greeted him warmly: "Hello, Brother Mongert."

Monggot looked at Michaela, who looked quite similar to him and had an evil omen body, and he felt disgusted with her.

"What do you want from me?" Mongette didn't bother to be polite with Michaela.

"I'm going to the Shadowlands," Mikaela said.

The figure of Mongget shook violently, and it seemed that he was not holding the disc firmly in his hand.

Mongget didn't expect Michaela to say such important words right away.

"What are you going to do?" Mongert confirmed, his voice already filled with anger.

"I'm going to the Shadow Land. To be more precise, the nameless caravan is going to send some people there." Michaela said.

"That's not a place for you to do business!" Mongert was angry. "Do you want to challenge the majesty of the Golden Tree? You little traitor."

"Don't worry, I didn't go there for the 'door'." Michaela said, "Wuming accidentally ran to the Shadow Land, and we need to bring him back."

Mongget was stunned: "How did he go?"

"It's amazing, isn't it? After all, he is not a man that can be explained by common sense." Michaela smiled, "You also know that he has great power. It is also dangerous for him to go to the Shadow Land, right? We are going to bring him back for your own good."

"This is not such a simple matter. The issues involved are too complicated." Mongert said, "Besides, I don't have a way to go to the Shadow Land."

"I have a way. I'm looking for you only for the approval of the Golden Tree." Michaela said, "After all, I don't want to face the wrath of the Golden Tree that has the War King and the Blessing King sitting on it as soon as I come back."

"You have a solution? What solution do you have?" Monggot frowned. He was not very comfortable when he heard that a little traitor had a method in his hand that could overthrow the Golden Tree at any time.

"Wait a moment." Michaela changed her angle on the bed, held up the disc, and took a selfie of herself and Monger on the ground.

Michaela, with a beautiful smile, and the skinny Mung lying on the ground appeared in front of Mungert.

"Mong? What are you doing?" Monggot was stunned.

"I didn't do anything, just exchanging some body fluids." Michaela spread her hands.

"The exchange of body fluids..." Mongget was even more stunned.

Mikaela raised two fingers to make a "yeah" sign, took a photo of himself and Monger, and looked at it:
"I look too much like you, Brother Mongget, now. This picture is a bit bad. Do you want to show it to Master Gefulei..."

Mongget's face darkened: "Are you threatening me? Do you think I will give in to something like this?"

"Just kidding, I know this is a big deal." Michaela put away her smile, "I will go to the Golden Tree in person and discuss it with you in detail. I believe you will agree."

Mongert became more alert: "Are you trying to charm us?"

"If you're worried, we can just talk about it," Michaela said. "I'll try my best to meet your demands in terms of concessions and various terms. But I'm going to send some people to the Shadow Land now. If you insist on stopping me, I don't mind going to war."

"Do you think the Golden Tree is afraid of fighting?" said Monggot.

"Well, of course I'm not afraid. It's better to say that I'm very eager to fight." Michaela said, "You just need to ask Master Ge Fulei. When he hears about the war, he will definitely be unable to hold back."

Michaela's eyes shone with gold. "King of Blessing, are you willing for the border to be plunged into another war after the Shattering War?"

Mungot sweated:

"Is this the gentleness of the great 'Holy Tree' Michaela?"

"Nimgfu has the Storm Queen. Kalia now has the Full Moon and Dark Moon in full bloom, as well as the powerful Faded One named Faded Man. The Golden Tree has the returning War King and the Blessing King, but it has lost its gods." Michaela said, "The current situation is even more desperate than before the Golden Tree unified the border area. The fight between kings may break out at any time."

Michaela said: "Wuming is the one who maintains this fragile balance. Everyone is willing to give him face, and he also wants to end the chaos. I don't want to delay his return and delay the opportunity to take care of the Golden Tree's pedantic and outdated laws that are full of loopholes."

"What did you say--"

Michaela raised her index finger, and a charming light shone on her fingertips, dyeing her golden pupils a touch of crimson:
"If Wuming cannot return, I don't mind restarting my plan and letting me solve the hidden dangers of war. I will personally make you gentler."

Mungot was silent for a moment:
"Ten people at most. Demigods can't go, especially you."

"I'll convince you to let me go," Michaela said. "But for now, thank you, Brother Mungot."

After cutting off the communication, Michaela cut her arm again and infused Monger with blood, waking him up.

Mung opened his dim single eye, sat up suddenly, and broke out in a cold sweat.

Michaela sat on the bed, crossed her legs and looked at Monger:

"How did you sleep? Were you happy in your dream?" When Monger saw Michaela, he subconsciously moved his butt back a little.

After moving, I realized what my behavior of staying away from Michaela meant.

Monger stood up and laughed, "Dear Michaela, have you removed the enchantment?"

"I can use charm to get you to do something for me, but that guy won't let me." Michaela said, "Consider this a gift. How do you feel when you're awake, Blood King?"

Monger did not answer immediately. He stretched out his hand and clenched his palms, as if feeling his long-lost body.

Then he suddenly shook his hand, and blood spurted out from the dark blue second index finger, brushed against Michaela's cheek, and splashed onto the opposite wall.

The blood formed a radial prism on the wall, reflecting Monger's figure.

Mengge looked at the blood mirror, straightened his clothes, and after getting dressed, he showed a ferocious smile and replied:
“It’s been so refreshing, so wonderful.”

Monger looked down at Michaela who was sitting on the bed:

"So, dear Michaela, why did you undo the enchantment? Have you finally figured it out?"

Munger reached out to Mikaela:
"Are you willing to become my god? Let's create that wonderful dynasty together."

A smile of ecstasy appeared on Mung's devilish face. That smile was no longer infatuated, but instead contained a burning ambition, as well as the arrogance and tyranny that intended to overthrow the Golden Tree.

Just like his cursed blood, it is crazy, bloody, fiery, and full of aggression.

But that fiery look met a stronger wall. Michaela smiled and looked at Monger quietly.

"The outer god you believe in is the Mother of Blood, right?" Mikaela said, "I guess that outer god who craves wounds is spreading cursed blood in the Shadow Land. I need your Blood Dynasty's teleportation technology to open a passage to the Shadow Land."

"What price are you willing to pay?" Monger said, looking at Michaela with longing eyes.

"I advise you to give up this idea." Michaela said, "It takes a king and God to establish a new dynasty. God's laws are important, and the power of the king is also important. You don't have the power to be a king. Even if I follow you, your blood dynasty is just a beautiful dream."

"My strength is not inferior to others," said Monger.

"Even your father, Ge Fulei?" Michaela laughed, "Or my sister who has solved the corruption problem? Or the full-grown Man Yue? The full-grown Latan brother?"

Michaela sat leisurely on the edge of the bed:
"Or... can you defeat me?"

"It seems I have to try it first." said Monger.

"Even if you can defeat all of them, there are three you absolutely cannot defeat," Michaela said. "They are all capable of extinguishing your ambitions."

"I didn't know there was a master in this border area who could definitely defeat me." said Monger.

"There wasn't one before, but there is one now." Michaela counted on her fingers, "The king of Lani, who was favored by the golden tree and blessed deeply; the nameless warrior, who was at a high level and had unfathomable strength; and... our parents."

"Even against my father, I am confident that I will win," Monger said.

"I'm talking about your mother," Michaela said. "The restrictions on you haven't been lifted yet. You can't kill a god."

"So I need the help of the new god." Monger pointed at Michaela, "You become my bride and I will open the door for you. Other than that, I ask for nothing more."

"Mong, I don't like your Blood Dynasty. I don't like what the Blood Fingers did." Michaela said, "But you should have your own dignity and honor. I am negotiating with you here now instead of directly charming and controlling you because I listened to the unknown warrior, so he is your benefactor. And I opened the door to pull the unknown warrior back."

Michaela asked, "How is it? Do you want to open the door or not?"

Mengge pondered for a moment, then turned and left:

"I will set up a blood pool and connect to the Land of Shadows. Next time, next time, I will come to marry you again. Next time, I will not lose to your charm."

Monger pushed open the door and walked away.

Marennia poked her head out and looked at Michaela.

"Are you really letting him go?" Marenia asked. "He said he was going to kidnap you again."

"It doesn't matter." Michaela drooped her eyelids. "His dreams and ambitions are all in the Blood Dynasty. In the past, he had unrivaled strength, enough to be king, and with a god assisting him, he did have the hope of establishing a new dynasty. But now..."

Michaela said, "Anyway, I have to go negotiate with the Golden Tree, so I can't teleport you. I have to ask him to come in person."

Mikaela looked at the golden tree:

"I don't know if Wuming is doing well there."

Shadowland

Two thin little dragon men with dragon features all over their bodies were sitting side by side.

The dragons sat cross-legged, their postures like the venerable ones in the pagoda.

"Is this how we sit?" The burlier dragon man felt a little awkward.

"Of course it is. How could I lie to you? I fell asleep while sitting in this position." The dragon man, who was as thin as a sheep's head, said firmly, making an unknown voice.

"It's quite interesting indeed." The ancient dragon said, "You can transform into an ancient dragon, so it seems that you are also a powerful dragon warrior, qualified to devour the mad dragon. Go, cross the dragon cave and head to the Spiked Mountain."

"Why should I devour the mad dragon?" Wuming asked.

"Aren't you here to participate in the most supreme dragon feast?" The ancient dragon man was stunned.

Wuming was also stunned: "I'm here to find a boat. Do you know where the calling boat is?"

"Don't you want to challenge the most ancient and ferocious dragon?" The ancient dragon man said, "You can obviously transform into an ancient dragon."

Wuming was in a dilemma facing Gu Long, as he could not refuse his kindness.

"But I'm really not interested. I'd rather go back and make money as soon as possible."

The ancient dragons were very excited: "Is making money more important than challenging the dragon?"

Wuming was also very excited: "Is there anything more important than making money? Have you ever been poor?"

The ancient dragon was silent for a while, then he said:

"You know, dragons are full of treasures, and I heard that dragons also have the habit of hoarding treasures."

Wuming's eyes became sharp: "You mean, that Kuanglong is very rich?"

The ancient dragon said, "And I know where the ship is. If you challenge it, I will show you the way."

"Deal." Wuming agreed immediately.

The two little dragons clapped their hands and made an oath.

(End of this chapter)