The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 481 The Will of Immortality

Wuming said he didn't want to climb anymore.

At this rate, Wuming calculated that it would take half a month just to climb to the top of the mountain.

With this much skill, Wuming would go home and call a few flying creatures to carry him up, which would be even faster.

"We can't win." Wuming put Egon down and slumped on the ground like a dead dog. "The dragon is in the sky. Humans have no chance of winning."

Egon lay on the ground, staring at Wuming.

He took the big bow from his back, wrapped his fingers around the bowstring, and pulled hard.

Egon's finger was cut by the bowstring and blood gushed out from the wound.

"What are you doing?" Wuming was shocked by Egon's actions. "Apologize?"

Egon endured the pain and tremblingly handed the severed finger to Wuming:

"I can't go on. You take my fingers and my soul and go on."

Wuming understood that Egon was reducing the burden on himself. Without having to carry him on his back anymore, his physical energy consumption was greatly reduced, and he would not be so tired.

"Why are you doing this?" Wuming sighed, squatted in front of Egon, and took his finger, "Do you have to eat this dragon heart?"

"I will defeat it!" Egon roared, "I can't die in fear!"

The roar consumed Egon's strength, and he panted:

"It could kill me, but if I give in, I'll really lose."

Egon looked at the top of Spiked Mountain unwillingly:

"I must taste the ultimate dragon feast."

"What an aspiring gourmet." Wuming said.

Egon looked at Wuming: "You may not be able to tell, but I was once just a scavenger."

"I see." Wuming said.

Egon said: "On the battlefield, we pick up scraps and exchange them for money. But no one wants to trade with people like us because we stink. Sometimes when there is no food, we can only eat the rotten corpses on the battlefield."

"This is a job without dignity," Egon said. "It's like dealing with a battlefield like a bug. Every day I go to the battlefield to look for suitable metal fragments, and every day I live with the dead. If I die on the side of the road one day, no one will care."

"But I, a humble person, have gained dignity because of Dragon Feast," said Aegon. "People will call me a dragon warrior, a hero who hunts mad dragons."

Egon looked at Wuming:

“Do you know what the happiest thing is?”

"From eating human flesh to eating dragon flesh?" Wuming guessed.

"I am no longer muddled every day." Egon said, "After becoming a dragon warrior, I found the passion and meaning of life. The hot blood flowing in my chest reminds me that I am not a zombie, I am still alive, I am still alive!"

Egon pointed at Wuming, but his fingers were cut off, as if he was pointing a fist at Wuming:

"You must hold on, take my finger and soul, and summon me out." I will kill Beile, I must kill Beile!

Wuming reached out and pushed Egon's finger back into the wound. Egon screamed in pain.

Wuming gave the finger back to Egon.

Then he took out a crystal:
"But I think that in your desire to defeat a strong enemy, you probably didn't run towards the strong enemy. Let me save you some effort."

Wuming smiled and activated the crystal.

After the caravan arrived, a simple communication array had already been laid. Although there were very few lines without Serei's help, as the boss, of course he had a dedicated line and could contact his employees and important people at any time.

Wuming projected a projection onto Lance Shanks:

"Lance Shanks? Got a minute?"

"What?" Lance Shanks asked.

"Come out and play." Wuming said.

Lance Shanks became interested: "Where?"

"Spiked Mountain." Wuming said, "I can't climb it. You have wings, come and help me."

Hearing that it was Spiked Mountain, Lance Shanks shuddered:
"Spiky Mountain? What are you going there for?"

"What are you going to challenge, Mad Dragon Beile?" Wuming said.

"Do you know who Baylor is?" Lance Shanks had a strange expression on his face.

"I heard it is the oldest and most ferocious dragon." Wuming said.

Lance Shanks said: "Belle once challenged the old man, the Dragon King Platon Shanks. Although the old man won, both of them suffered losses."

Lance Shanks said: "That is to say, the opponent has the strength of King Elden."

Wuming's heart twitched a little: "A king-level opponent..."

Wuming forced a smile: "But both sides are injured, so they should not be in full condition."

"You're not at full strength either," Lance Shanks said. "Neither am I."

Lance Shanks said: "Give up on this idea as soon as possible. What's the point of risking your life? I'm not going anyway."

Wuming said, "Just take us up there and don't let you fight."

Lance Shanks' eyes wandered, and after a while he said:
"Oh, Patch has something to talk to me about, so he asked me to pick him up. I'm busy now. Bye."

Having said that, the communication was cut off.

Wuming looked at his own reflection in the crystal and threw the crystal back into the package.

"Patch is still in the Blue Coast and he can't even lie." Wuming was very angry.

Wuming wanted to contact Latan, but after looking at Egon, he thought about it and gave up.

He sighed and stood in front of Egon.

Take off his clothes.

"What are you doing?" Egon was a little horrified.

"Don't make noise, just heal." Wuming said, and spent a day cleaning up the broken bones in Egon's twisted arm, using recovery techniques to heal his hand.

Wuming still carried Egon on his back and walked towards the mountain.

The higher we go, the more dangerous the road becomes, and the steeper the terrain becomes. Thunderclouds gather and red mist lingers.

Wuming looked down along the cliff and saw an area below the mountain that looked like fingers were sticking out from the ground.

If it can be seen from this height, then if it is indeed a finger, it must be the hand of God.

"What place is that?" Wuming asked curiously.

"The remains of the finger," said Egon.

"Are there a lot of two fingers in there?" Wuming suddenly became interested.

"Nothing," said Egon. "Just ruins."

Wuming was quite disappointed and spat at the ruins:
"Such a large area, but there is nothing there."

Wuming turned around and left, taking Egon all the way up.

Turning the corner, they saw two flying dragons fighting each other, so they teamed up to deal with them. Egon pierced the dragon's wing with a harpoon arrow, allowing the dragon to carry them up a long distance, and then he ate the dragon's heart to restore his strength.

When they encountered a cliff again, Wuming cast a magic to make them light and placed a gravity ball on their heads, giving them an upward gravitational force.

Egon grabbed the bow and shot a harpoon-like arrow at the cliff. The arrow was tied to a rope, and the two of them climbed up like fishermen, holding on to the silk rope.

The two of them continued on their way.

Finally we are about to reach the top of the mountain.

But before reaching the top of the mountain, an ancient dragon was seen.

"Be careful," said Aegon. "It is Senesanx, and it has joined Beile."

"No, why are there still dragons?" Wuming was annoyed, "There are so many dragons along the way, it's endless."

"Beyond this is the mountaintop where Baelor rests," Aegon said. "Victory is within sight."

Wuming looked at the top of the mountain with fear. After climbing the mountain, he was really a little tired.

Wuming looked at the ancient dragon in the distance, his eyes turned, and he said to Egon:

"You can go the last part of the way by yourself. Your legs should be better after eating the dragon's heart. Even if they aren't, you have enough hands for climbing the mountain."

"Dragon Warrior, aren't you going?" Egon frowned.

"Look, I brought you here all the way, which is also a merit. When you challenge the Crazy Dragon, I have contributed a lot." Wuming said, "This is not a breach of contract on my part."

The ring finger extends:

"I'll deal with the ancient dragon, and you go fight the mad dragon. You see, I've helped you share a lot of the burden."

"Are you sure you want to stop here?" Egon said.

"Please spare me. If I continue to climb down, I will have to eat you halfway." Wuming held his stomach with a worried look on his face.

Egon looked at Wuming with deep regret, left a few harpoons to Wuming, and the two parted ways.

Wuming attracted the ancient dragon's attention, allowing Egon to slip away and go up the mountain alone.

Wuming started fighting with the ancient dragon Senesanx.

The ancient dragon was indeed different from the flying dragon. Its body was like a rock and hard as iron. Its tall body could make the attack of Wuming unable to reach it with just one charge.

Wuming took advantage of the moment when the ancient dragon pounced on him, flew under it, dodged the attack and stabbed at the dragon's claw.

Gu Long cried out in pain and slammed the ground with his claws.

Red thunder shot out from its claws, surging in all directions like a tidal wave.

Wuming hid behind the dragon claw and used the ancient dragon's own body to avoid the red lightning.

But before he could make any move, the red lightning spread again and hit Wuming who was hiding behind the dragon claw.

Wuming wanted to dodge again, but it was too late. He stepped on a lump of electrified molten mud and had no idea what it was.

The lightning ran along Wuming's armor and instantly passed through his entire body, leaving him burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.

"What kind of move is this?" Wuming was shocked.

"Hmph, you haven't seen it before." Gu Long spoke, and from the sound of it, it seemed to be a female dragon.

Along with the words, there was a puff of dragon flame. Fortunately, Wuming was quite resistant to burning, so nothing serious happened.

Wuming took the opportunity to distance himself and continued to fight with Gu Long, but he could not gain any advantage no matter what.

The red dragon thunder of Senesanx crawled along the ground like Messermo's fire snake, with an unpredictable trajectory, which always made Wuming Dian's hands and feet numb.

"Human, you don't stand a chance." Ancient Dragon said, "I'll be guarding Beile, don't even think about disturbing him."

Wuming's hands were shaking, and he was a little dazed after being hit.

This ancient dragon is very good at using his body and moves, without any loopholes, and rarely gives him the opportunity to attack.

"Isn't it a bit too strong?" Wuming said, "Lance Shanks didn't think it was that strong."

Gu Long looked at Wuming proudly:

"Don't compare me with other ancient dragons. I am Beile's guard, Beile's tooth. I am different from those dragons who only know how to guard the king but don't know how to attack the king's enemies."

As he spoke, Gu Long opened his mouth wide and bit towards Wuming with his sharp fangs.

The battle between the man and the dragon was so intense that the earth shook and the sky collapsed.

From higher up on the mountaintop, there was a roar and a crashing sound like an earthquake.

Senesanx raised his head and looked towards the top of the mountain, a little puzzled: "What happened to Beile? Why is he roaring..."

Wuming listened to the sound of fighting on the top of the mountain, but felt that it was not as loud as the noise made by himself and the ancient dragon in front of him.

"Why does it feel less intense than here?" Wuming muttered. He looked at Gu Long and asked, "Who is the best fighter in Spike Mountain?"

"Of course it's me, maybe it's Beile?" said Senesanx.

Wuming's eyes widened:

"What, you are the best?"

"Shouldn't the bodyguard be the most powerful?" said Cernethonx, "Otherwise, what's the point of having a bodyguard?"

Wuming was speechless and choked with choking, unable to refute.

"You are so talented, sister." Wuming said, "You are so capable, why do you want to be a guard for Beile?"

"Why not serve as a bodyguard for that decrepit old man?" Senesanx snorted coldly, "Beile has ambitions and desires. He is the king who can bring hope to the dragon clan. He is a real dragon."

As he spoke, Senye shook his long neck:

"I don't want to follow him around and accompany him."

Wuming was speechless and murmured:

"Are all of you ancient dragons like this..."

Noticing Senesanx's strange feelings, Wuming had an idea: "Hey, I have a companion who has already gone around to fight Beile, you know."

"What?" Upon hearing this, Senesanx turned around quickly and prepared to fly up.

Wuming seized the opportunity, threw the harpoon, pierced it into Senesanx's body, grabbed the line on the harpoon, and flew to the top of the mountain with Senesanx.

At the top of Spiky Mountain, the thunderclouds grew thicker, orange-red lightning fell, and the weather was as crazy as Beile.

Wuming flew to mid-air and finally saw the true form of Mad Dragon Beile.

It was a sturdy dragon, several times thicker than other dragons, with knotty muscles, rough skin and a lot of strong horns, as ferocious as Monger.

There were two broken ancient dragon heads on Beile's back, biting him tightly.

The membranes on Belle's wings were almost completely rotten, and the strong muscles and exposed bones on the wings could be seen. The blood-red muscles at the wound seemed to be melted. Its left leg was broken and disappeared, and its huge tail was bent on the left side to maintain balance.

With just a glance, Wuming already felt Beile's reputation as a mad dragon.

It does not have the elegance and nobility of a dragon, but only an arrogant nature and a vitality that is fully displayed.

Opposite Beile, the roar of the tiny Egon was no less powerful than Beile's dragon roar.

Egon unfurled his great bow, and curses poured out of his chest:

"Beile! This time I will definitely make you understand! I, Egon, am the embodiment of your fear!"

Egon's roar almost drowned out the thunder in the sky, and even the mad dragon Beile raised his head slightly.

Beile looked up at the sky, his blood-red eyes revealing dissatisfaction, and his roar pierced the sky: "What are you doing here?"

Senesanx hovers in the sky:

"I missed that one, I'm sorry."

"Go aside. Since he comes to challenge me, let me deal with him." Beile's mouth was filled with flames. He flicked his thick tail and exerted force with his right leg at the same time. He pounced on Egon in an instant and opened his bloody mouth.

Egon seemed to be quite familiar with Beile. He dodged Beile's bite and also let out a dragon roar.

The power of Dragon Feast surged from Aegon, and an illusory dragon head emerged from Aegon, roaring. The sharp horns on Baelor's body peeled off in the roar, bringing out blood.

After the failed attack, Belle became even more excited. He roared back, and the sound wave directly knocked Egon away.

Before Egon could fly far away, Beile spun around, and his thick dragon tail was like a wall, blowing Egon away.

Aegon hit the distant rock bed, kicking up debris.

A harpoon shot out of the dust and pierced Beile's eye, causing Beile to roar in anger.

"This damn dragon is really hard to deal with!" Egon laughed while coughing up blood. He stood in the smoke and continued shooting arrows.

Baelor flew towards Aegon, flapped his broken wings, and used the exposed sharp bones as weapons to fiercely attack the broken dragon warrior.

Egon, who had just received a blow, was somewhat unsteady on his feet, and could not dodge in time. The bow in his hand was hooked by Egon's bone spur, and the bowstring broke on the spot.

Having lost his weapon, Egon had no time to think. While Beile was close to him, he once again activated the power of Dragon Feast, and slapped out his dragon claws, directly hitting the harpoon that was inserted into his eye.

The harpoon, covered with gravel and barbs, stirred in Beile's eyes, causing him severe pain.

Beile shook his head frantically, threw out the harpoon, and with blood flowing from his eyes, he bit Egon.

This time he bit right, and the perverse fangs in his mouth embedded themselves into Egon's body. His head slammed hard into the ground and the surrounding rock walls, smashing and tearing Egon's body apart.

Egon's eyes also turned red, his hands turned into dragon claws, and the virtual image of a dragon head also appeared, biting Beile madly.

The ferocious and huge dragon and the tiny human were biting each other, furious and eager to fight.

The more Senesanx watched, the more frightened he became, and he wanted to help, but his body could not move.

Wuming tied the harpoon line that was inserted into her body to a huge rock.

"You!" Senesanx was furious.

"Didn't Beile ask you to watch?" Wuming said, "You should watch this battle carefully."

Wuming also sat beside him:
"This is a battle between fighters."

Wuming held his chin in his hand and said, "Perhaps it is because of this kind of will that he can never die."

In the end, it was Beile who gave in first. Egon's crazy attack actually made it retreat half a step. Then, Beile became even crazier, as if he was angry about his previous rejection, and he was so angry that he even trembled all over.

As if in response to its fury, the earth cracked and shattered, flames and lightning gushed out from the ground, and the entire Spiked Mountain was shaking, as if suppressing the eruption of a volcano.

Trembling, Baylor let out an unprecedented roar.

A pair of illusory wings grew out from behind it, and it seemed to have regained a piece of its former glory and flew high.

The flames and thunder turned into cannonballs and shot towards Egon in the sky.

Egon was bitten, and his lower body was paralyzed and broken again. He lay on the ground, facing the flames and thunder, his eyes still wide open and roaring.

Roaring sounds dispersed the flames and thunders.

But the dragon roar has its limits after all. The last flame thunder shell broke through the dragon roar and knocked Egon's body away.

Belle also finished taking off, swooped down from the sky, raised his huge right foot full of hard horns, and stomped hard at Egon.

In the huge earthquake, Egon was not crushed into the mud, but thrown high into the air, with his clothes connected to a crystal fishing line.

Wuming sat aside and pulled Egon over. Egon was already unconscious from the shock wave that shook the ground.

"Despicable!" Senesanx roared, "You said you two should watch together, but you took action without authorization!"

"It was Beile who asked you to stay with him, not me." Wuming said, "I didn't say I couldn't help."

Wuming smiled and said, "Don't worry, I really won't do anything. We lost, so we won't bother you anymore."

Wuming picked up Egon and walked outside.

The ground shook, and Beile landed behind Wuming. His strong head stretched in front of Wuming, and the muscles on his neck were beating above Wuming's head. The muscle fibers were clearly visible.

Wuming looked up and greeted Beile:
"We lost, can you let us go?"

In response to Wuming, there was a deafening roar.

Ambergris and fire thunder fell on Wuming, igniting the blue cloth on his armor.

"You won't let us go?" Wuming looked up at Beile, "Are you afraid?"

When Beile heard this, he retracted his neck and stared coldly at Wuming with his bloodshot eyes.

Wuming picked up Egon:

"He's getting stronger and adapting to your moves. You're afraid he's really going to devour you, right?"

Baylor angrily prepared to spit out dragon fire.

Wuming quickly pointed at him:
"You hit us because you're afraid."

Beile's neck swelled and he forced himself to hold back the dragon flame. He just looked at Wuming, becoming more and more angry.

Wuming smiled fearlessly and lifted up Egon:

"You have also seen his will and his desire. As long as he wakes up, he will definitely come to challenge you again. When he comes back next time, it will be your death. Why don't you dare to let us go?"

Beile stared at Wuming coldly and said:

"Go away. If I see you again, I will eat you. You little things can't die, right? Then I will turn you into a pile of shit with flames and thunder."

Wuming thought of the electrified molten mud at Senyesanks's side, and suddenly realized it, and said to Senyesanks:
"So you pulled it out?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" said Senesanx. "Get out of here! Beile is willing to let you go, so be grateful and get out of here!"

"Can you give us a lift?" Wuming said, "It's very troublesome and dangerous to climb down."

Just as Senesanx was about to start cursing, Beile spoke up and said to Senesanx:
"It's time for you to leave too."

Senesanx wanted to say something, but looked at Beile and remained silent, then left with Nameless Egon.

After descending the mountaintop, Wuming smiled:
"Your Beile has the potential to be king."

"Oh?" Senesanx was very happy when he heard it. "You have good vision. You also agree that Beile should be the Dragon King, right?"

Senesanx was in a good mood. He grabbed Wuming with one claw and really sent him down the mountain.

Senesanx flapped his wings:

"Don't come again, I will kill you."

"I won't come. I've already fulfilled my promise - I challenged Baylor." Wuming said, "But he won't give up."

"Then I will kill him." Senesanx said coldly.

"You know, this is impossible." Wuming said, "This is the will and desire of mankind. No matter how hard you guard, he will succeed and take Beile's life."

Wuming said: "With the wisdom of the ancient dragon, you should understand this, right?"

Senesanx was silent for a moment and said:

"Even so, I will stay with him until the end."

With that, Senei flapped his wings and returned to the Spiked Mountain.

Wuming smiled and watched the ancient dragon go away:
"You actually let us go. You really have the makings of a king - brainless."

Egon woke up in the strong wind and looked around.

"Where is Baelor?" Aegon asked. "Did I kill him?"

"It's too early." Wuming put him down, "I haven't even used any strength yet, and you fell down."

"I failed again..." Egon looked at his hands, "Put me down."

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to continue to challenge it," said Egon.

"You don't have any weapons left, so don't bother." Wuming said, "It's too early for you to challenge now."

"I performed better this time than before," Egon said. "I felt it. I felt his fear! Although it was only for a moment, I could feel that when he faced me, his madness receded. I could see fear in his eyes!"

"I have no doubt about this." Wuming said, "It is willing to let us go because of this - it also wants to defeat its fear like you."

"Really?" Egon's eyes lit up.

Egon jumped up, even more vigorously:
"Then we should challenge him now and kill him while he is ill."

"Without bows and arrows, we can only fight in close combat. How can we fight them if they fly?" Wuming asked, "The dragon is in the sky, and humans have no chance of winning."

Egon said, "Then I will go make a bow first, and then I will go."

Wuming pulled Egon back:

"Forget it, I'll give you a bow."

"You have a bow?" Egon looked at Wuming's body and couldn't see any place to hide a bow and arrow.

"Turn around." Wuming said.

Egon turned around obediently, and soon, Wuming said:
"Turn around."

Egon turned around and leaned back slightly, feeling the same as when he first faced Baylor.

Wuming was holding a huge bow in his hand.

Egon's bow was already a large one, but the one in Wuming's hand was twice as big as his.

The bow was rough, as if it were made from an old tree.

Egon fell in love with it at first sight.

This bow reminded him of himself and Beile.

He took the bow and put the harpoon on it. The size was perfect. But when he tried to put the arrow on it and shoot, his face turned red, and he couldn't pull the bow full.

Wuming said, "If you can use this bow well, there will be no problem fighting Beile. Let's practice strength first."

"This is a good bow." Egon stroked the big bow. The bow body and bowstring looked rough, but the materials used were excellent. It was definitely a treasure.

He had been a scavenger all his life, and had never used such a good weapon. The big bow he had made before was just a bow made by tying the dragon bone with straw rope.

Egon said, "Give it to me, please?"

"This is an ownerless bow," Wuming said. "Its owner used it to hunt dragons, but when there were no more dragons to hunt, it became useless. You can use it."

"He is a great dragon hunter." Egon was in awe when he heard the origin of the longbow.

"But no one sings praises of him." Wuming said, "I wish you success, but when you really succeed, don't be sad or miss him."

"Sadness and nostalgia?" Egon didn't understand.

"The excitement of victory is only for a moment. If you don't have a good opponent anymore, you will probably feel sad." Wuming looked up at the top of the mountain. "After all, the excitement of hunting dragons is proof that you are alive, isn't it?"

He smiled and said to Egon:
"But melancholy is the right of the winner. Before that, you should fight passionately. I won't bother you anymore."

"Dragon Warrior, you will not fight anymore?" said Aegon.

"I don't have such a strong passion or persistence for hunting dragons." Wuming said, "You should be the dragon. You are a dragon, more of a dragon than me. I have my mission and persistence, and we should just trek on our own paths."

Egon grasped the long bow in his hand:
"Then I wish you good luck, Dragon Warrior. Stay alive and you will hear the news of my victory."

Wuming smiled and waved goodbye:
"Tell the ancient dragons for me that I have already challenged Beile and fulfilled my promise."

"Does that really count as a challenge?" Egon was a little confused. "You didn't hit me at all."

"Fuck you." Wuming said, "I work harder than you. You have no idea how strong that bodyguard is."

As he spoke, Wuming twisted his waist, and the bright sunlight in his hand condensed into substance, transformed into thunder, and threw it into the sky.

The dazzling lightning spear tore through the sky, crossed the seven mountains, pierced through the thunderclouds, and sank into the top of the mountain.

A moment later, an angry roar was faintly heard from the top of the mountain, followed by a loud thunder.

"Okay, now we have passed the challenge." Wuming turned around and said, "Let's go."

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The Dragon Cave was not far from the Spirit Tomb Plain, and Wuming found his factory not long after walking.

To be precise, it is just the prototype of the factory. It is temporarily surrounded by a fence and used as a testing ground.

And Fia was inside, trying to create a deadborn.

Wuming leaned over the fence and looked inside. There were several piles of broken bones on the ground, but he didn't see a single dead person.

"Why is Feiya being lazy?" Wuming was dissatisfied.

Wuming walked around the fence and came to a temporary tent. He lifted the curtain and went in, ready to supervise Roger and Fia.

"It's been so many days, why haven't we created a deadborn yet?" Wuming yelled, "Don't slack off, don't be lazy. Laziness will only make you poor. Laziness will only make you poor—"

Wuming shut his mouth.

In the tent, two groups of people were confronting each other.

Behind Roger stood the factory employees, and opposite Roger, the familiar Dead Born hunter was holding Fia's neck tightly with a sword across her neck.

"It's you again." Wuming pointed at D and immediately understood what was going on.

D saw Wuming coming and slightly changed his angle, observing Roger and Wuming at the same time.

"Calm down, D," Roger said. "Listen to me."

"Listen to you?" D sneered. "Do you have a single word of truth in your mouth? I actually believed you. I thought you jumped off a cliff and died. I even erected a tombstone for you in the Tomb Plain. But you are still fooling around with this woman, and you are even actively creating a dead person."

"Listen to me, D." Roger said, "My research shows that the Deathborn are harmless. The dangerous ones are the people who guide the Deathborn, not the Deathborn themselves."

"You know nothing, Kalia," D said. "The very existence of the Deathborn is a blasphemy against the Golden Rule. As long as they remain in the world, they will taint the Guidance and cast a shadow on the legitimacy of the Guidance. The Deathborn must be eliminated, not a single one left, but you actually took the initiative to create one. This is an act of treason against the Golden Tree."

"The existences that you are talking about as tainted and guided are just some weaklings." Feiya spoke, "Being born from death has never been a heresy. It's just that the Golden Tree thinks it is a heresy."

"You have no right to speak here." D tightened the sword in his hand, "You created the Deadborn without permission, which is a capital crime."

A bloody line appeared on Feiya's neck.

"A rude Golden Rule fundamentalist." Fia was very stern and fearless, "only bullies the weak."

"Master Radagan is not wrong." D said, "Deadborns should be eradicated. This is the truth. Your emergence is a mistake in principle. If you study the Golden Rule, you will understand this."

“But we showed up anyway,” Fia said. “We only used violence to maintain our authority, but we claimed to be the truth.”

Feiya sneered: "It's just a law to explain its own rationality."

Hearing this, D suddenly got angry:

"Weaklings just like to find excuses for their own stupidity! They make a big fuss about not understanding the Golden Law! The Golden Tree's return to the tree has been blocked. Do you know how big a problem this is?!"

D was so angry that the sword in his hand trembled more and more, and it might cut Feiya's vital points at any time.

But in his rage, D couldn't hold the knife steady. Wuming saw the opportunity and released gravity magic, instantly pulling D's knife outward, then rushed to D, knocked him down with a punch, and took back Feiya.

Seeing that Feiya was fine, Wuming finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then angrily scolded D:
"You almost killed an important member of my caravan, did you know that?"

D stood up and angrily scolded Wuming:

"You are harboring a witch, do you know that?"

"There is no witch. I only see purity and kindness." Wuming said, "Purity and kindness worth at least hundreds of millions of runes."

Feiya stood up to Wuming's protection and stared at D:

"You said we are stupid weaklings. Yes, we are weaklings and possibly stupid. So should weaklings die? We just want to live. What's wrong with us?"

"Your birth was a mistake." D said, "You are weak because you are a mistake. Why can the Golden Rule defeat all powerful enemies? Because the Golden Rule is the most correct and the truth."

D Sword to Fia:

"As subjects of the Golden Tree, we should use our own strength to defend this right."

Feiya laughed in anger: "Because we are weak, we are wrong? Because you can kill us, we should be killed? This is what fundamentalists call wisdom? This is the result of your thinking?"

"Yes, this is the teaching of Lord Radagon." D said, "Even if I die, there are still others, and there is still Grunge. Just watch, the Golden Law will definitely win. Then you will understand - being weak is because you are wrong. The weak should be eliminated."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground beneath D's feet shook and cracked, and a huge pool of black snakes lashed at D like a whip, whipping him away and so far away that he could hardly be seen.

Roger looked at D who had turned into a star with a complicated expression, and said to Wuming:
"Actually, there's no need to be so harsh. He's a pitiful man. Just lock him up."

"Huh?" Wuming was stunned, "It wasn't me who did it."

Roger was also stunned: "Not you?"

As the two looked at each other, the earth began to shake.

Everyone seemed to be standing on a wave of mud, falling all over the place and having difficulty getting up.

"What happened?" Wuming tried to keep his balance. "Earthquake?"

"Look there!" An employee pointed in a direction to the south, his tone revealing undisguised fear.

Everyone looked towards the south. The ground was rising, dirt and rocks were flying everywhere, and a huge monster was rising from the ground.

It was a mass of black mud, like a black snake or a giant loach, as big as a mountain.

At the top of the black snake, there were flickering spots of light of varying sizes, like a pair of eyes.

The black snake opened its huge mouth and roared silently towards the sky.

"What is this?" Wuming was surprised.

"I don't know." Roger was also quite surprised, "I've never seen anything like this before."

"Death." Feiya stared at the thing and seemed to have a sense of enlightenment. "That is... death."

"Death?" Wuming was even more confused. "Death... is it so concrete... so abstract?"

There was a loud dragon roar in the sky.

Lance Sanx landed from the sky carrying Pacitanis and her group.

Whether it was Lance Shanks, Tanislaya, or even Patch who was always joking, they all looked a little embarrassed.

Wuming looked at them in surprise:

"Hey, it turns out Patch really wants to talk to you about something..."

Patch looked at Wuming and said quickly:

"Run quickly."

"What's wrong?" Wuming said.

"You'll know if you go up there yourself." Without further explanation, Patch called upon other employees and rushed north as fast as they could.

Wuming asked Lance Shanks to take him to the sky.

The Spirit Tomb Plain is not far from the southern coast. As he took off into the air, Wuming saw a shocking sight.

At the southernmost part of the southern coast, it was extremely dark. There seemed to be a black hole.

The black abyss was overflowing with mud.

The black mud spread from the cave entrance like splashing muddy water. Several puddles of black mud extended like spider silk to far places, such as the Tomb Plain.

The black mud gradually overflowed from the abyss of the black hole, gradually spread, and was gradually infecting the southern coast. The blue and red sea of ​​flowers on the coast was gradually covered by black.

Because the Lingmu Plain is at a much higher altitude, it seems that it will not be able to spread here for a while. Only occasionally some black mud comes over, and its appearance looks very similar to the nameless black snake.

Wuming stared at the huge black hole that looked like the abyss of the world, stunned:
"Ah? Can digging a grave really cause the abyss to explode?"

(End of this chapter)