The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 456: Messermo Raiders Plan

Ampah couldn't help laughing after hearing what Leida said:

"It's inappropriate for you to ask me for help with this kind of request."

"You, the Blood Dynasty, must have evil intentions anyway," Leida said. "I don't deny the power of the Nameless, and you have seen it for yourself. Since your master wants to become the king, he will definitely compete with other kings. Eliminating the king is your goal. Isn't that also the purpose of hunting down the Faded Ones?"

"It's not that exaggerated." An Pah said, "Lord Mung just refuses the two fingers and craves the wound."

"It's not a complete denial," said Leida.

Ampah smiled: "But I will not attack that lord. Although I am repaying him by finding him, I can't feel that I have contributed much since he was found so easily. So he is still my benefactor, and I cannot draw my sword against my benefactor. Just like you, Leida, will not attack Master Michaela, he has done you a favor."

Leida sighed and was speechless.

"You are too worried. Will Lord Michaela really be affected?" Ampah said, "I have experienced the terror of Lord Michaela. He is a person who will never change his goal. For a genius, that is the most terrifying trait."

"But Wuming is the king that Lady Michaela loves, which means he is the partner of God." Leida said, "Do you know what this means? It means that they will become husband and wife!"

"So?" Ampah asked.

Leida held her head, her golden pupils flickering:
"Husband and wife will become more and more alike when they live together. If kind-hearted Lady Michaela becomes as wretched as that man in the future... I don't want that!"

Leida pulled out the golden needle from her fingertips and stared at Wuming:

"Must kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him..."

Leida was muttering to herself when she suddenly noticed a commotion coming from the side of Wuming, the thorn in her side.

"What's wrong?" Leida moved closer to find out what was going on.

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Wuming made plans for the future of the spiritual tomb and finally began to prepare to understand the situation on Messermo's side.

A hand touched Wuming's mouth.

Colin stumbled to Wuming's front. Because he was blindfolded, he could only follow the sound and grope around, his hands lingering between the ancient dragon's protruding mouth and teeth.

"I found you, my mission is accomplished, you have to send me back - tell Michaela, I found you." Colin's voice was very excited, as if he had seen a bright future.

"You are..." Wuming just realized that there was someone he didn't know among the group of people who came to look for him. After a moment of identification, he finally remembered, "Someone from the old round table."

Wuming looked at Patch: "Why are you here too?"

Patch said, "Just in case, we need to find someone who can talk to the Golden Tree."

Wuming also knew the composition of his team, and nodded in agreement: "Then keep it, it may be useful when we go to Shadow City later."

Colin was stunned: "My mission has been completed, I found you."

"Michaela asked you to come and find me?" Wuming asked Colin.

Colin nodded.

"Well, I haven't gone back yet." Wuming said, "You should stay for a few more days. If I don't go back, Michaela probably won't fulfill her promise to you."

After sending Colin away, Wuming called Lailana and prepared to go to the City Lord's Mansion for a detailed discussion.

But after taking a few steps, he was stopped again.

This time it was Messermo's soldiers.

"What's the matter again?" Wuming was a little annoyed, "The adults are talking about business, kids, go away."

The Messermo soldiers stood in front of Wuming and Laelana and looked at Laelana:

"Sir, are you going to receive this Lightless One? He just said he wanted to kill Lord Messermo."

"It's a misunderstanding," Lailana said. "He's not a Horned Man, and he has no plans to kill Messermo."

"But he is a Lightless One after all." The Messermo soldier said, "Our duty is to eliminate the Lightless One."

There was dissatisfaction and hostility in the eyes of the warriors. Obviously, not everyone was as clear-headed as Lailana.

The warrior asked Lailana, "Lady Lailana, have you betrayed Master Messermo?"

"Watch your words." Lailana said coldly, "I don't need the holy war to give me honor. I came here only for one person."

"But Lord Messermo will not agree to this," said the soldier.

"Then I will fight him myself," Lailana said, "but he should tell me, not you."

Lailana lowered her voice and said to Wuming:

"Go in quickly. You just had a fight, so you're bound to have resentment. Don't let the soldiers see you, and the resentment will slowly dissipate."

Wuming walked out of Laelana's shelter with a smile and stood in front of the warriors:
"Are you upset with me? I understand. After all, when you surrounded me just now, I played you around."

Wuming's frivolous words stirred up a commotion again, and the soldiers became more and more agitated.

"But I see that the reasons why you are blocking me are different." Wuming observed these soldiers, "Those who feel that fighting me is not satisfying enough and just want to have a good fight can stand up."

There really were quite a few soldiers coming out. Patch saw that many of them were soldiers who had escaped from prison before, as well as those who had been sitting in the city in despair.

Wuming looks at those who didn't stand up:
"You think that as a Lightless One, I should die and be strung up and roasted, right?"

Someone in the group said:
"You just killed my friend."

"Oh, the ones who fell off the bridge." Wuming said, "Hatred is like this, from generation to generation, it never ends - even if you are the one who attacked first."

Wuming pointed at the warrior who stood up:

"Come on, I'll fight with you guys. After the fight, your anger should subside, right? Just go back to where you came from. But I'm in a hurry, so you two can fight together."

Wuming's arrogant remarks immediately made the soldiers excited. They could not hold back and picked up their axes and hammers to charge forward.

Wuming looked around and spotted the swords in Lailana's hands:
"City Lord, lend me a sword. I want the one with fire."

"No." Lailana responded.

"Huh?" Wuming was stunned.

"The moon and fire cannot be separated." Lailana said for an unclear reason.

Wuming was just about to accept the challenge heroically, but he didn't expect Lailana to refuse so decisively.

The soldiers were already filled with passion and rushed forward.

They surrounded Wuming and started punching and kicking him.

"What a familiar feeling." Wuming muttered while lying on the ground.

This time he was not going to be beaten beyond recognition by Lance Shanks. He roared on the spot, shaking away the soldiers, and stretched out his giant dragon arms, sweeping away the nearby soldiers.

Wuming leaned forward halfway and grabbed an axe.

"Okay, it's at least an object." Wuming waved it casually, adjusted to the feel, and then raised the axe high.

The flames spread and stretched along the axe blade, just like Laelana's magical sword.

The surging power swept out, and the more than ten-meter-long flaming blade knocked all the warriors rushing towards Wuming into the air.

Wuming swung his axe four times freely, then slammed the axe into the ground, and flames swept across, blowing all the warriors away.

However, the soldiers' armor was generally fire-resistant, so they did not suffer many fatal injuries.

Wuming played with the axe, spinning the handle and throwing it around and catching it again.

Wuming walked up to the soldier lying on the ground and unable to get up:

"Your axe is too light. It's far inferior to Ge Fulei's axe."

"Have you ever fought the king?" the soldier asked.

"I did, and it was a good fight." Wuming said with a smile, and hefted the axe onto his shoulder. "Are you convinced?"

Looking up at the thin figure carrying an axe, feeling the heroic spirit, the soldiers struggled to get up, but stopped attacking:
"I'm willing to admit defeat."

"Done." Wuming patted the soldier on the shoulder, walked through them, came to the wave of soldiers who had not stood out, and opened his arms.

"Okay, just stab me to death." Wuming said.

"Eh?"

The warrior behind Wuming, the soldier in front of him, and Lailana who was watching from a distance were all stunned at the same time.

Wuming spread his arms. "You want to execute the Lightless One, and some of you want revenge. How do you do it? Impale him, then burn him at the stake, right? Come on."

Leida, who was trying to find out what was going on, was also stunned. Ampah walked up to her and said with a smile:
"Great, your wish has come true."

Leida was no longer able to speak. She felt as if a slug had entered her brain, making it a little confused.

Ampah looked at Wuming from afar:

"What a strange person. It seems that whatever we want to do can be accomplished quickly by him. It seems that anything that happens to him will be accelerated."

"What is he doing?" Leida was puzzled.

"Go to hell." An Pah looked at Wuming with admiration, "You really have the bearing of a king."

Wuming opened his arms to welcome the spears of the Messermo soldiers, but the soldiers hesitated. Standing in the distance, they also saw Wuming's heroic battle against other soldiers, and the heroic flaming slash was also reflected in their hearts.

Such a hero is willing to seek death, which makes even the soldiers with firm beliefs feel confused.

Although the soldiers as a group hesitated, the impulsive individuals might be the ones who changed the situation. After all, someone, without much hesitation, raised the spear and stabbed Wuming directly.

Without strong armor or a flexible body, the big spear directly pierced Wuming's body. The bloody spear head pierced out from Wuming's back, and blood dripped, crystal clear and bloody.

"Ah——" Wuming screamed in ecstasy.

The obscene cry was like a horn, and many of the hesitant soldiers rushed forward, raised their spears, and pierced Wuming.

Wuming also screamed in pain as the attacks continued:

"Oh~, ah, oh, ah~"

Leida was stunned: "What is he doing?"

An Pah was not sure either: "Lead...lead to death?"

The more the Messermo soldiers listened to Wuming's screams of pain, the angrier they became. It was more terrifying and terrible than facing a billion Sighers.

The soldiers attacked more and more fiercely, and finally a spear pierced Wuming's chest. Wuming groaned as if he was leaking air, and died.

At this time, he was like General Shattering Star, with spears piercing his entire body, leaving almost no intact place.

All the great spears caught fire at the same time, setting the nameless corpse on fire.

After doing all this, the Messermo soldiers were sweating profusely. They had never felt that killing was so long.

In the past, killing only took a moment, but now they have to endure long-term killing and nameless "wailing" before they can complete their mission.

Some soldiers even lost their balance and sat on the ground because of their excessive strength. They looked at the lifeless corpse on the spear with sweat dripping down their cheeks, feeling a little empty.

Looking at Wuming, who was being roasted on a spear like a sausage, and thinking that this man could have swept all of them, the soldiers were silent. Some of them looked at Patch and the others, staring into their dull eyes, but in the end they said nothing and dispersed.

When most of the people had left, Lailana walked towards Patch:

"You are very calm. I hope I understand you correctly."

Patch smiled and said, "Let's go to the city lord's room first."

Several people returned to the city lord's room again. Not long after they entered the room, the door was knocked again.

After opening the door, Wuming, wearing the armor decorated with blue and cyan, greeted the people in the room:

"Hey, hello everyone."

Wuming stretched his body: "This outfit is still comfortable."

"Faking death?" Lailana looked at Wuming's new image, which was exactly the same as the image provided by Patch before.

"It's so insincere to fake your own death. I just died and came back to life - it's just a cycle." Wuming sat in front of Laylana, "Okay, tell me your commission in detail."

Lailana didn't bother to think about how Wuming survived. After thinking for a moment, she began to tell him about her commission.

Laelana said, "I want to free Messermo."

"You want to kill Messermo?" Wuming was surprised.

"Why do you all have the same reaction?" Lailana was a little angry, "Convince him to end the holy war and give him peace."

Wuming said, "From what you said, Messermo is also unwilling to continue this holy war? Isn't he the one leading this holy war? Can't he stop it whenever he wants?"

"Do you know what a holy war is?" Lailana said.

"A war to burn all those who are not blessed?" Wuming guessed.

Laylana nodded. "From the generals' action plan, it is true. The holy war was started by Messemo, and Messemo was just following his mother's orders. The so-called holy war is a brutal purge, a war to purify the heretics of Marica and make the Golden Tree the only one."

Lailana closed her eyes and sighed:
"In order to thoroughly implement the faith of the Golden Tree, all foreign faiths and cultures must be eradicated. Faith and culture are the rules and habits that permeate every aspect of a nation. To do this, every aspect of a nation must be eradicated - except for the powerful priests and warriors, there are also the civilians. This is a war without honor. Many warriors died for it, and many more warriors fell into confusion and pain."

"Messermo is also suffering?" Wuming said, "Then why not just not listen to his mother?"

"If only it were that simple." Lailana said, "Messermo wants to do this precisely because he has no reputation."

Wuming looked at Patch: "Can you understand?"

"Just take over the blame." Patch said lazily. He looked at Laylana, "Right?"

Laelana stroked the sword in her left hand:
"Messermo knew that this was an ignominious war and would be cursed and lamented by many people, so he took on all of this for Marika and was responsible for clearing out those who were not blessed."

Wuming listened and nodded:

"It doesn't seem like a big problem. I think I can get it back if I try to persuade him, right?"

Lailana shook her head. "The problem is, he's stubborn."

"Why is he so stubborn?" Wuming said, "If it's because he cares too much about his mother, then we can also start from there."

Laelana said, "Because of his nature, he is also not blessed."

"Oh?" Wuming sat up straight.

"He can be said to be the least blessed person." Lailana said, "He carries the essence of a snake and the eternal fire."

"Haha." Patch laughed when he heard it. "No wonder he was sent here. Was he exiled?"

"Yes, he was actually abandoned by Marika." Lailana clenched the sword in her hand, "As a child, he was abandoned by his mother."

"Is it because of taboo?" Wuming had been in the border area for a long time and knew what the flame meant to the golden tree.

"For the Golden Tree, fire and snakes are more taboo than the other." Patch said, "After all, the power held by the Golden Tree's greatest enemies can destroy the Golden Tree."

Wuming thought for a moment and said, "Then... it's similar to Monget?"

"I'm afraid it's more difficult than Mungott," said Patch.

"Did you pay attention to what the girl said? Messermo is hunting filth in the identity of filth, and he is unwilling in his heart. Do you know where this will lead to? This will make him more extreme. Because he cannot admit his mistakes. Once he admits his mistakes, he will deny everything he has done before and admit that he has killed countless people by mistake. And his own filthy identity, coupled with Marika's abandonment, will make him more fanatical about the Golden Tree like Monget - because if he doesn't believe it, the suffering and torture he has suffered will not make sense. Could it be that there is nothing wrong with his own existence, but he should deny his mother? No, these unfortunate children will only believe in the Golden Tree more in the daily pain and torture."

"It's so awkward." Wuming sighed.

"That's what humans do. We can't understand it." Patch spread his hands. "But you should be able to understand it. After all, you helped God as a human being."

"I think the era of God is better." Wuming said.

"Apparently they think so too," Patch said, "and to be fair, the era of the Golden Tree was indeed better than the era of the Tower. They are not wrong - although it is only the correctness that is instilled, not the correctness that is gained through comparison."

"But he still doesn't want to kill anyone." Wuming said.

"This is probably a human characteristic," said Patch.

Laelana sighed, "The Black Knights rebelled because of this, and Messermo lost his best friend. Many other knights also stopped following him. It can be said that he was deserted by everyone for this goal."

"Oh, it's an aggravating factor." Patch looked at Wuming, "This way he will be more determined to achieve his goal. After all, he has suffered heavy losses for this goal, so he will be even more reluctant to give it up."

"If you don't understand, you should discard the sunk costs as soon as possible." Wuming shook his head. "He should kill fewer people and do more business, then he will understand this principle."

Wuming asked Laylana, "Is there anything else you want to explain?"

“That’s about all I know,” Lailana said.

Wuming said: "Then let's summarize. The key to Messermo's side is Marika's orders, the cost of losing silence, and the lack of recognition of his own identity. Although he was in pain, he always insisted on his mission and refused to be free."

"We should start from these aspects." Patch said, "The good news is that Marika herself has changed and has disappeared. We can open a passage back to the border, which can be used as a bargaining chip."

"Malika is just a minor detail." Wuming tapped his helmet and thought, "The real problem is not the Golden Tree."

Wuming touched his chest where he had been pierced before, as if thinking about something.

After thinking for a moment, he stood up and clapped his hands:

"Anyway, let's split up and solve the known problems. We came from the border area a thousand years later, and we are going to laugh at and beat up those old stubborn people who have been holding on for a thousand years. City Lord, can you prepare a few horses and a carriage? I don't want to run."

"Okay." Lailana said, "But before that, I have to say something."

"What?" Wuming asked.

"If you don't convince Messermo, I will still be your enemy." Lailana crossed the pyroxene sword and the flaming sword. "Too many people have abandoned him. I can't abandon him again. If we must fight to the death, I will stand with him."

Wuming smiled, "Understanding, everyone is happy is the best, dying for love is the second best. If Messermo really can't make sense, I will let him - and you, die with honor."

Turning around, Wuming took Patch and others and left from the other side of Ensis City and headed for Shadow City.

On the way, Wuming and Patch whispered, "This is not the Land of Shadows, this is a garbage station, throwing things everywhere. Did Lailana think of her two swords as a meal replacement for herself and Messermo? They are obviously separated by two different places, it looks really pitiful."

Patch rolled his eyes and responded: "We are not a caravan, this is an orphanage, why are you meddling in this business?"

"Alas, I just can't bear to watch this whole journey." Wuming said, "Besides, I really need the dead born to do work. If I don't solve this problem, the horn people will attack every day. Who can bear it?"

Wuming thought of the days when there was an endless supply of dead people doing labor, and couldn't help but rub his hands together excitedly:
"Good times are coming. What should the new era be called..."

"The Age of Lurkers," Feiya suggested.

"If you can give birth, I'll listen to you." Wuming followed his advice.

(End of this chapter)