The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 64 Breaking Tragic Light and Darkness
Wuming entered the crystallization tunnel, and found that there was no one else here except for a few corrupt family members, and his heart was slightly relieved.

It seems that there is a problem with the center.

"That boy Fanlei actually sells defective products. We can't let him go—or the technology of the Blood Dynasty is too bad." Wuming gritted his teeth, pointed the finger at the Blood Dynasty, and rode the Falling Star Beast to Ningmgfu .

Back to Ningmgfu, Wuming went through the foggy forest in Hyde's territory.

There is a second shelter set up by Patch, and the teleportation point is located in Mengliu Cave.

There was also no one in the foggy forest, and there were no traces of battle.

Both shelters are empty, the church should still be safe.

But when Wuming was on his way, a faint worry still lingered in his heart.

There was no one in the shelter, maybe the church was fine, or maybe everyone didn't escape.

Wuming still abandoned this disturbing conjecture.

He felt that Bell Bead Hunter wasn't that strong yet.

Wuming was thinking about the Bell Bead Hunter's moves.

Although it can attack with a sword, its strength is amazing, but the size of the big sword is limited after all, and the range it can attack is also limited.

As long as the people in the church were running in all directions, the bell hunters should still miss a lot of people.

Wuming put aside his distracting thoughts, and cast another light-weight magic on himself and the Falling Star Beast, making the Falling Star Beast run faster.

Entering Yakir Lake, the church is approaching, and you can already smell the smell of stench mixed with light fragrance, death and life entangled.

That is the blood pond flower garden where blood roses are planted.

Wuming felt the familiar atmosphere and was slightly relieved.

But when he climbed up the cliff of Yakir Lake, Wuming didn't see the roof of Irene Church, nor did he see the circular sign.

Wuming was dumbfounded: "Where is my roof?"

He jumped off the falling star beast and ran towards the church.

After running for two steps, Wuming's footsteps became slower and slower.

He had already seen why the central was malfunctioning.

The roof of Ailey Church has disappeared, three of the four pillars have collapsed, and the surrounding weeds have been burned. In the white ash, the scene inside the church can be seen at a glance.

The bustling church in the past was very quiet, almost dead silent.

The bloody smell of ashes and blood pools could not cover up the bloody smell of Ailey Church. The remains of hybrids and immortals were scattered all over the ground. The blood had dried up, and maggots crawled in and out of the intestines on the ground.

Wuming seemed to see the Red Lion City and Moen City again - corpses and coke everywhere.

He walked among the ashes, identifying the bodies.

Kaliel was cut into pieces along with his donkey, forming a trident shape on the ground.

Haida fell in a pool of blood, with a large mongrel hatchet stuck beside her.

But she was not killed by the hybrids. The demihuman tailor Burke and several hybrids formed a circle around Haida with their backs facing each other, and they all died in battle.

The immortals all over the ground had turned into coke and melted into a ball, but they were not dead yet, wriggling silently at an imperceptible range.

The heads of several Kaidan mercenaries were beheaded, and their war horses were also beheaded and stuck on the mercenaries' necks.

On the only pillar of the church, a spear pierced Serlian's chest and nailed her to the pillar.

Everything seems to be damaged, the only thing that is still intact is a circle of protective barriers, and Tops, who is huddled in the protective barriers, has been staring blankly at Cerlian.

"What happened?" Nameless asked Tops.

Tops seemed to be stunned, like the red-robed nobleman he met in the stormy dunes, his lips were trembling, but he couldn't speak for a while.

"It's Greco." Cerlian said.

Wuming looked over and found that Selian on the pillar was not dead, so he raised his head to look at him.

Wuming stepped forward, pulled out the spear, and put Se Lian down.

"How are you?" Wuming supported Se Lian.

Serlian shook her head: "I'm fine, it's just a projection. But others..."

She didn't need to say any more, the scene in front of her was already self-explanatory.

"Greek?" Nameless said calmly, "How did he do it?"

Selian nodded: "It should be Greg, after all, the man shouted his name while attacking. But I didn't see how he did it. I happened to be in a sea of ​​fire, and the surroundings were too chaotic. My perception ability affected."

Se Lian is a soul body, so he can save his life, and because he is a soul body, his perception ability is limited.

"Why the hell did you come back?"

There was a sound of cursing, the soil on the ground turned up, and Patch got out from the ground covered with a blanket, shaking the soil and ashes on his body, "Let me tell."

While Patch couldn't stop cursing, he continued to talk about what happened.

Greg got a few dragon heads from nowhere, connected them with dragon wings, and descended from the sky. Four or five dragon heads sprayed fire at the same time, directly burning through the dome of Irene's Church.

The church turned into a sea of ​​flames, and many unsuspecting people were burned to death on the spot. Half of Kaidan's mercenaries rushed to fight Gregor, and the other half ran away when they saw their old boss.

But those who fled had nowhere to go, and the surrounding area was set on fire. Only those who walked in the direction of Lake Yakir had a chance to escape.

What followed was a massacre.

With the presence of the demigod Gregor, no one in the church can resist.

Although the Kaidan mercenaries are elite soldiers, they are still much worse than the five dragon heads.

Ser Lian's body was sealed, and he couldn't exert much strength, so he could only be nailed to the wall.

There were not many faders who stayed in the church at night, and they were defeated and captured alive.

It was Kalie who made the greatest resistance, so he also suffered the most vicious revenge and was torn apart.

Not long after, Greg's soldiers followed and cleaned up the mess.

When the war was over, the dead Grek soldiers were taken away to return to the trees, the faded ones were taken away as sacrifices for the grafting ceremony, and the useless hybrid corpses and immortals were left where they were.

"I came from Lake Yakir, but I didn't see any survivors," Wuming said.

"Greek not only has dragon flames." Tops said, and after seeing a few living people, he gradually came back to his senses, "He has a huge lobster head attached to his right hand, which can shoot water arrows, which are very powerful. Strong, some people who escaped were killed by that kind of power."

"Some?" Wuming noticed Topps' words.

"There are other people who were active on the hunting night." Tops' eyes were slack, "I can't see his figure clearly, but every time the other party appears, he will take a life. No one escaped. Miss Heda was also killed. That man killed it."

Wuming looked at Haida who was lying in a pool of blood beside the wall:
"She's right next to you."

"I know, but I just can't see his figure clearly, I can only see a figure flashing past, and then I can't find it." Topps covered his bald head, his pupils constricted, "I stayed alone in the protective Inside the barrier, I saw everyone being attacked. Dragon flames, magic breath, thorns, blood blades...Only I am safely hiding in this protective cover...If my theory can be completed soon..."

Wuming let out a long sigh, and looked at Se Lian with a wry smile:

"You see, the bird's-eye view mirror is really important."

Patch touched the ashes on his bald head, and looked at the bleak scene of Irene Church with disgrace:
"Although this scene was common in the past, it is really disgusting to appear here. The business can't be done, what are you going to do?"

Wuming didn't answer, and silently walked to Ka Lie's side.

He used to blacksmith here and often talked with Kalie.

Now Calais and his donkey were dismembered, and the anvil and furnace were overturned, and the wrought-iron hammer fell in the extinguished and cooled ashes.

Wuming leaned over, picked up the hammer, held it in his hand, the handle of the hammer was twisted.

Wuming stood in the center of Ai Lei Church, looking at the hybrids and immortals who had lost their lives.

Some phantoms appear ethereal from the wind.

It was a warm scene that happened in the church of Alley.

Burke sat in Hedda's arms, measuring her clothes.

The immortals lined up, each with a smile full of anticipation and happiness, waiting for transformation.

The hybrids gathered around the fire, chomping on nameless and carefully grilled food.

The faders took a short break to bargain with Kalie together.

The light shines in Wuming's palm, and these fleeting images flash in Ailey Church with the nameless light magic.

Under the light and shadow, the expression on Wuming's face shield is not clear.

"How long ago was this?" Wuming asked softly.

"It's been three or four days," Patch said.

Wuming thought about the time: "I haven't been gone for long."

Patch shook his head: "Don't blame yourself, maybe they didn't come soon after you left, but they came after you left. The timing is too coincidental, it's like knowing in advance."

Those virtual images of Ai Lei Church are still flashing, vivid in the light and shadow, attracting unknown eyes, and have not left for a long time.

"Don't be too sad." Patch said, "You don't look right, you should have experienced this kind of thing a lot, don't worry about it..."

Seeing Wuming's gloomy state, Patch was also a little worried and frightened.

Worried about Wuming's state of mind, and afraid that Wuming, who was under rage, would be uncontrollable and offend the survivors present.

Nameless smiled:

"Indeed, I have experienced a lot."

He stretched out his hand and stroked those virtual images:
"The so-called strong is someone who can avoid tragedies and make the world a better place. Do you think I am strong?"

"Don't blame yourself too much, there's nothing you can do about it." Patch comforted Wuming.

"What are you talking about?" Wuming glanced at Patch, "Of course I am strong."

He looked at the hammer in his hand and turned the handle:

"The blacksmith has been absent from work for so many days, and some things need to be repaired."

The golden light particles diffused from Wuming's body, forming a mist that enveloped Ailei Church, like a sanctuary heaven.

"I'm very good at light magic." Wuming held up the hammer and smashed it to the ground.

This hammer shook the heavens and the earth, as if time and space were frozen.

But Patch and the others quickly realized that this was just an illusion, because the fog, light particles, and those virtual images in the church of Ailey were no longer moving.

All the virtual images are frozen in place, just like the old days sealed in amber.

"Do you know what the secret of light magic is?" Wuming got up and gave another blow.

The golden shards were impacted, centered in Wuming, and scattered in all directions, but soon an invisible force captured them, and then shrunk inward, all the light was restrained, forming a black vortex.

Wuming raised the hammer again and threw it at the black vortex:

"Light is time."

The black vortex exploded, light escaped from it, and those lifelike virtual images escaped from the vortex together.

Perhaps a little too lifelike.

When the golden mist dissipated completely, the virtual image also faded from illusion, and stood again in the church of Ai Lei.

The amber shattered, the frozen time began to flow, and the church of Ai Lei became noisy.

The hybrids are still eating meat, the immortals are queuing up to wait for Haida's blessing, the faded ones are bargaining with Kali, and Kaidan mercenaries are patrolling the periphery.

Everyone was frightened at the same time, and they looked up at the sky with surprise on their faces.

"Why does it get bright all at once?" They wondered, noisy and noisy.

Aile Church stands here, as if it has never experienced cruelty and darkness.

"Don't worry about my friends." Wuming threw the hammer aside, raised his arms and shouted, "It doesn't matter what time it is, today is a day off!"

Everyone cheered, only Patch and the two magicians were still looking at Wuming in shock.

Wuming, who raised his arms and shouted, raised his hands high, and the light shone obliquely between Wuming's arms. Looking back against the light, there was only a vague figure.

Patch looked at the blurred figure, pressed his forehead and temples, and the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably:
"So that's how it is...'repair', it's 'repair'. I said why did you think of being a blacksmith."

Ever since Wuming worked as a blacksmith in the Church of Ailey, he used hammers to help people repair weapons and equipment, which made him forget that the secret technique of repairing equipment in the past was to reverse time.

It's just that that kind of secret technique is usually only used between the blades to reverse the time of a battle, but Wuming treats the entire church as a forging and reverses it for several days.

"I knew you were amazing, but I didn't expect you to be so perverted. It turns out that this is your hole card. I said why are you not in a hurry, and I thought you were fooled by anger." Patch laughed heartily, "Then there is nothing to be afraid of, this Not invincible anymore!"

A loud gasp interrupted Patch's voice.

Patch was taken aback.

There was a sharp inhalation sound from the nameless chest cavity, but that sound was too piercing, and it was even scarier than a storm.

The cheering people suddenly fell silent.

All felt a cold wind blowing through their souls, trying to blow their souls to the same place.

The direction of the nameless location.

"Hungry..." Wuming muttered in a low voice, rubbing his belly, "So hungry..."

The originally lively and cheerful Irene Church suddenly fell into a dead silence, and everyone began to tremble.

A literal thrill of the soul began to appear in the hearts of everyone present.

Selian's body almost disappeared in an instant.

Patch was horrified to see that the pair of full and bright eyes behind the nameless mask were almost dry, full of longing, just like...

Like a living corpse.

Paqi only felt his scalp tingling, and he wanted to stay away from Wuming.

But Wuming raised his head, his blood-red eyes stared at Patch, and Patch immediately stopped.

Patch forced a grin back.

"Where's the runes you earned?" Wuming said, his voice hoarse.

Paqi quickly took out the money bag and threw it over to Wuming:
"I only have 10,000+..."

Before Patch could finish his sentence, the money bag fell apart, and the rune inside turned into golden light and was sucked in through the cracks of the nameless armor.

"Not enough." Nameless hissed, "Not enough..."

"That's all I have." Patch said while staying away from Wuming, "Everything else is paid, you can ask them to go..."

Wuming didn't look at Patch again, panting heavily, the scorching air overflowed from the mask and turned into a vortex.

His gaze was fixed on the north, in the direction of Stonewell:

"Need... a big rune."

(End of this chapter)