Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

The Rodel soldier who was least injured went to the royal city to report, leaving the others still receiving unknown treatment.

Since the distance was not far, Wuming acted like a boss - he called Trisha, who had just come under his command, and asked this well-known herbalist to help assist in the treatment.

The professional doctors lived up to their expectations - they quickly told Wuming and Melina to get out and rest.

Isn't our treatment powerful enough? Wuming walked away dejectedly and was scolded by Trisha. He was a little confused.

These prayers are intended to be life-giving rather than purely healing techniques, Melina said.

Is there any difference? Wuming asked.

Of course. It was Ami who answered Wuming. She looked a little scary, Just stimulating vitality without correct treatment methods will give birth to very scary monsters.

Trisha, who was not far away, heard Ami's words and her hands trembled.

Wuming heard Ami's words and observed the wounded who were healed by him.

It was found that although the wounds on some of the wounded had healed, they were not healing properly.

Where bones should have been, they turned into muscles, where joints should have been connected together, and where flesh was, bone grew.

Wuming looked at those slightly deformed bodies, thoughtfully.

They won't hate us, right? Wuming said, These people are a bit too extreme.

Melina said: This is what the golden people are like.

Wuming said to Melina: Do you want to secretly follow Rodel's soldiers to the royal city? I'm a little afraid that they will bring troops here.

You don't have to worry about this. Melina said, Although the golden people are extreme and stubborn, they are also very proud and value honor. Since I have promised you, I will not go back on it.

That's best. Wuming felt relieved.

He looked at the wounded: They live such a good and happy life, why are they so extreme? I thought only the people over there were like that.

You don't understand. Melina said, Every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite.

So, you understand it well?

Just kidding, I grew up at the foot of the Golden Tree, Melina said.

Elaborate? Wuming asked humbly.

Melina was silent. After a long while, she choked out:

You'll know for yourself when you see it.

You like hiding? Wuming was dissatisfied.

Some things can only be understood if you see them with your own eyes. Melina said, It's useless to talk about them.

Her eyes fell on Tuifu again:

I wanted him to have a good look at the junction, but he can't seem to see it.

What do you say? Wuming asked.

Melina pursed her lips: If he could understand, he wouldn't stop me. This world needs a king. If you need to burn yourself to let the world continue, you can only do this. If he can see more of this world If you suffer, you will understand that one's sacrifice is worth it...

Isn't this world a beautiful place? Wuming said.

What's so beautiful about it? Melina said, Don't you see, Stonewell's life is in dire straits because of his limb replacement.

There are no limbs anymore. Wuming said, Grek is using limb grafting technology to become a doctor.

The Red Lion City is deeply eroded by corruption. Melina added.

But Latarn has recovered, and the Red Lion City has found a more suitable treatment method for corruption. The days will become sweeter and sweeter.

What about the Lake District? Melina said, The dead souls everywhere——

It is now being hunted on a large scale as the main source of limbs for the Sons of Platinum, and it is almost becoming an endangered species. Wuming said, Maybe it's time to enclose the land and protect it...

Melina covered her head: There's no reason. It wasn't like this before. Why has it changed now? What's going on... No wonder that guy can't understand the pain of the people.

Yeah, what's going on? Wuming drew out his weapon and maintained and sharpened the sword, But isn't this a good thing, okay.

To put it lightly, Melina said, Yatan is not comparable to those in border areas. The problems here are even more serious.

Melina glanced at Wuming with an unkind look, then put on her hood, wrapped herself in the cloak, and dissipated in the wind.

Melina left, and the people present and the injured were not very easy to deal with.

Faded is a fader, Wuming is a businessman, and Ami just beat them up, and only Trisha is in harmony with the soldiers.

It seems we have nothing to do here. Wuming judged, It's time to hit the road, they don't want to see us anyway.

Wuming took Ami and continued northward towards the royal city, looking for the person wearing the sun badge along the location pointed by Trisha.

Why are the Rodel soldiers so extreme? Wuming asked Ami on the way, You are from Yatan, did you know?

Why do you care so much about Soldier Rodel? Amei was curious. I care because I understand how they feel when they are hit by a meteorite. Have you also been hit by a meteorite?

Wuming said: They committed suicide in an understatement. There was no tragedy or extreme emotional expression. They just committed suicide so easily... This situation is very difficult. If I can't even understand their thoughts, the caravan will be in trouble.

Wuming didn't want to admit Melina's words, but he also realized that there was something different about Yatan. The difficulties here are not as straightforward as those in the Lake District and Nimgolf.

As long as he has enough strength in those places, he can always clear a way for the caravan. But the problems encountered by Yatan are more obscure and profound, and cannot be solved by simple force.

Wuming said: It seems to be a custom or cultural conflict?

Because they are from Rodel, Ami said.

Can you explain it in more detail?

A Mei thought for a while: I don't know what they think. This is just my speculation - because they are the overlord.

What overlord?

The Overlord of the Junction.

Wuming said: I thought the word overlord could only be used to describe some kind of king.

It can also be used to describe race. Ami said, Individuals like to take the achievements of the group as their own. As long as the group is great and magnificent, they will naturally be proud of themselves. This is the sense of collective honor, which will unite the group into one A powerful group of forces.”

What does this have to do with their extremeness? Wuming asked.

Ami lowered her eyes:

But after all, individuals cannot be as magnificent as the entire population. They will have a wrong perception and think that they can control that kind of power-evolving into extreme arrogance and xenophobia.

A truly powerful person wouldn't become like that. Wuming said.

Then you don't understand what it means to be a hegemon. Ami squeezed out a smile, but pulled up her hood to cover her eyes, The race that can be the hegemon in the border area will have their customs, concepts, and laws like the round Like a ring—a perfect circle.”

The trademark of our caravan is also a circle. Wuming said, It's a slightly broken circle.

Ami said: In short, the laws of the overlords will become perfect, just like a perfect circle, which can solve all problems at the junction. But when the circle is completed, it will naturally close and expel all unsuitable groups. He is hostile to all existences that may damage the circle, and uses the method of destroying the other party to prove his correctness and superiority. Until... the great power outside the circle appears.

Ami's hand holding the hood trembled a little:

If you draw a perfect circle on the ground, it can resist all reptiles and ants that cross the circle, but can you stop attacks from the sky? No matter how perfect the circle is drawn on the earth and leaves no holes, it cannot stop the attacks from the sky. The power. When that power appears, the self-proclaimed 'overlords' will realize that they are no different from reptiles. The culture, customs, and laws they are proud of are not worth mentioning, but they will be swept away. It is just waste that reaches dust, without any value, until it slowly rots and is forgotten by the world.”

The two happened to pass by the ruins of a battlefield. The ground was full of broken weapon fragments, and the remaining armor was full of dilapidated and desolate atmosphere.

Wuming glanced at Ami and said:

That's such a waste.

Waste? Ami raised her head, with tears still in her doubtful eyes.

A splendid civilization has developed for so many years, consumed so much money, and supported so many people. Wuming said, We have cultivated laws, customs, civilization and so on. It would be too wasteful to destroy it directly and discard it. . Even if it is collected, just like the knowledge that Trisha wants to bury with herself and the hybrids, it would be a waste if the knowledge that she spent so much time and energy researching is lost and passed on.

Wuming said: Even if a splendid civilization dies, the things left behind will not be garbage. A great race must be long-lasting and full of vitality. Even if all individuals have died, it will leave a profound impact and even Plant the seeds of revival and one day it will come back.”

Wuming patted the armor on his body, and a burst of silver ripples rippled on the armor:

See, this is the remnant of civilization. One day, they will wait for their own king.

The ripples were calm, and the nameless armor became as smooth as a mirror, reflecting Ami's figure and her golden eyes.

Wuming suddenly stared at Ami: I really hate those comments that mock ancient civilizations. If you think so, I will hate you.

Amei glanced over her head, her face a little red: I'm so annoyed, I want you to take care of it.

At this glance, he just saw a black fireball that was getting bigger and bigger.

Ami kicked Wuming's armor, kicked him a few meters away, and slid along the dirt for several meters.

Just as she was about to get out of the way, a black fireball exploded in mid-air. The black flames scattered and fell on A Mei, causing a scream.

What's wrong? Wuming pulled out his head from the soil and looked blankly in Ami's direction.

Behind the two of them, a figure slowly approached.

A man who seemed to be 280 tall and 280 in weight was approaching slowly.

This is a fat boy, a tall fat boy, as tall as the Son of Omen, but even more fat.

The fat man's clothing is very strange. It seems to be composed of layers of white soft and smooth fabric of unknown material. It is spread out in several layers to create the appearance of several layers of fat belly.

The same material also made a wide hood, with a sky-colored gemstone decorated in the center of the hood.

If you look closely, you will see that the cloth of unknown material is covered with human faces. Surrounded by the human faces, a pattern that looks like flames and layers of coiled snakes is faintly visible.

Under the hood, there is a face that is not fat, but square and strong, with blazing golden pupils.

The exposed arms showed that the man was not chubby, but extremely strong. The arms wrapped in black bracelets were about as thick as Ami's body.

Behind the man, you can also see a snake's tail.

What is this? This was the first time Wuming saw such a strange life, and he stared at the man in front of him carefully with his eyes wide open.

It's the God Skin, or the nobles in the God Skin, the oldest God Skin Apostles. Their clothes are all sewn from skin. Ami got up from the ground, a little embarrassed, with a few burns on her legs, careful.

Is it very powerful? Wuming asked.

It's very dangerous. Ami stared at the god-skin nobles cautiously, staggering back slowly, The subordinates of the queen with sky-colored eyes.

Who is that? Wuming asked.

You don't even know about Queen Xiaoyan? Ami was surprised. She holds the Rune of Death in her hand. She was the god who competed with Queen Malika for supremacy. If she succeeds, this royal city will not be a golden dynasty, but some kind of black flame dynasty. .”

So awesome... Wuming showed an expression of admiration when hearing ancient legends, and nodded repeatedly, But since they are both called queens, wouldn't it be inappropriate to call them vying for maleness? Is it called vying for femaleness?

Amei finally couldn't bear it anymore and looked back at Wuming:

Have you figured out the situation? We were targeted by the god-skin nobles. These guys were hunters back then—

Wuming rushed towards A Mei, hugged her and dodged aside. The black fireball hit the place where A Mei had just stood, and all the grass died.

You are really big-hearted. You dare to turn back when facing an enemy with long-range attack methods. Wuming said.

Blame me? Ami glared at him in Wuming's arms.

Wuming put Ami down and said hello to the divine skin noble:

Brother, have you admitted the wrong person? I don't even know you. We had no grudges in the past and have no grudges in recent times. Why did you attack us?

Wuming seemed to be thinking of something and looked at Ami:

You know him, is he Blood Finger? Is he also here to hunt you down?

I don't know any Shenpi either. Ami shook her head.

The god-skin noble chuckled:

I'm not a bloody finger.

It's not the Blood Finger, so there's no need to attack us. Wuming said, The Blood Finger only attacks the faded ones, right?

The god-skin noble looked at Wuming with a smile.

Right? Wuming confirmed again.

The god-skin noble took out a small object from the folds of his belly and threw it to Wuming.

Wuming took it and took a look and found that it was a severed finger, thin and slender, covered with snake patterns. There is a ring on the broken part of the finger. It is covered with blood and the details of the ring cannot be seen clearly.

The Law Judge. Ami recognized him at a glance, He is from the Shanshan Residence.

A volcano. Wuming understood now and pulled out his sword and shield, It's been so long, it's time to send other Law Judges.

I am not a judge of law. The god-skin noble said, But I am indeed here to deal with you.

The god-skin nobleman pulled out another stabbing sword from the folds of his belly and swung it gracefully, like a superb swordsman:

Please accept your death.

Sigh... Just think of it as helping the bald head to avoid disaster. Wuming raised the sword and shield, I still want to ask, can we reconcile? We don't want to be enemies of Huoshan Mansion.

The god-skin noble laughed, raised his sword and stabbed, his huge figure showing amazing speed, and in an instant the sword tip appeared in front of Wuming.

Wuming also reacted very quickly. He had already raised his shield to block. He deflected the shield slightly, and while releasing the force, he let the rapier slide to the side, creating an opportunity to attack.

But what Wuming didn't expect was that the impact wasn't as violent as he imagined. The stabbing sword pierced the shield directly, breaking through Wuming's defense and stabbing into his eye socket.

The nameless shield and helmet caught the stabbing sword and became the scabbard. The speed was so fast that Ami didn't even have time to turn around.

When Ami saw Wuming's head being pierced, her pupils shrank instantly and she immediately rushed towards the god-skin noble.

As long as I force him back, I can use my tears to say goodbye. Ami thought.

But the god-skin noble didn't make her wish, and he puffed out his stomach slightly.

The layers of wrinkled skin on the body expanded rapidly and turned into an air bag. The shock wave bounced Ami away, and also flew away the shield and nameless paddle stuck on the sword.

After knocking the two of them away, the god-skin nobleman casually threw another black fireball in Ami's direction.

Next...Patch, Tragus... The god-skin noble murmured to himself and looked into the distance.

A shield flew out, catching the fireball that hit Ami, and carried the ominous black flames far away.

The god-skin noble turned his head sharply and saw Wuming getting up.

He's not dead yet. The god-skin noble smiled.

It's just a fatal injury, it's not that easy for me to die. Wuming said, Compared to this, what kind of move did you just do?

Wuming did not put up a fighting posture. He inserted his long sword to the side and looked at the skin on the god-skin noble's body curiously:

The move you just made looks familiar to me. Where did you learn it? It's the move where your belly suddenly grows bigger. Maybe we are a family. It would be bad if the flood washed away the Dragon King Temple.

The god-skin noble laughed: In the past, this represented the wrath of the gods.

Yes, yes. Wuming's eyes lit up, There are gods in my hometown, and this is also their trick. Maybe we are fellow villagers, and you believe in God too, brother? Maybe our beliefs are very close, and we are all one family. ——”

Don't be stupid! Ami fell to the ground and shouted at Wuming, Where do you think the name God Skin came from? The skin they use to sew clothes is God Skin, and they hunt the gods!

Hearing Ami's words, the Shenpi noble laughed happily, as if he had heard some praise:

Yes, that is our glory, our achievement - the god-skin noble said in a slightly lower tone, Although it has been ruined by Marika now -

Hunting gods? Wuming looked at the human faces on the god-skin nobles and was stunned.

They are just a group of gods who should be swept into the trash heap of history. said the god-skin noble. They were very angry when they were hunted. Unfortunately, when they were skinned, all that was left was screams and howls. There were many more killed. , I’ve learned this trick myself – it’s so funny.”

As he spoke, the god-skin noble stretched his stomach a few more times, stretching the human face on his body until it swelled and leaked like a balloon, making a farting sound, and then laughed loudly:

Do you see clearly, this face distorted by fear? In the face of death, the gods will also wag their tails and beg for mercy!

The god-skin noble swung his snake tail and pointed his stabbing sword at Wuming:

The next era is the age of humans. Existences like gods should be swept into the trash and left to rot slowly. Their spells are really not worth mentioning.

Once again, the god-skin noble disappeared from the spot and used that rapid stabbing move.

But this time the sword stopped in front of Wuming.

Wuming had taken off his shield and did not use his long sword to block. The sharp and pointed sword body was surrounded by golden thunderbolts that kept flickering on and off. The sword seemed to be caught by an invisible force, making it difficult to get close to Wuming.

Belief in the ancient dragon of the royal city? The god-skin noble looked confused, How could there be such a strong thunder...

Lightning flashed across Wuming's eyes, illuminating his gloomy eyes:

As for me, I really hate those people who look down on a civilization when they see it declining, as if the other person's years of hard work are not worth mentioning. After all, I am also a remnant of the old era...

Wuming's palm proactively stretched forward, letting the stabbing sword penetrate into his palm, jamming the sword body, and then bent it directly:

And what I idolize is God, and what I imitate is also God. I grew up under the order established by God, and witnessed their glory and decline. Even if I am the one who buried them personally, even if my essence is innately similar to those of the gods. I won’t deal with it, but I still admire the civilization and brilliance they created.”

Wuming stretched out his finger and pointed at the divine skin noble:

It's so out of character for you to mock someone like this after you win. Is this kind of virtue worthy of being a noble?

The god-skin nobles began to wrestle as soon as the stabbing was stopped, but whether they were restrained by the golden lightning or the sword was stuck by Wuming, they continued to exert force until the god-skin all over their bodies trembled, and they could not pull out the sword.

It was as if he was the warrior who was not recognized by the Holy Sword and could not pull out the sword in the stone that belonged to him.

When the stabbing sword was bent, Shenpi finally gave up on the stabbing sword, let go and retreated in anger, and threw out a black fireball with his other hand, burning Wuming who was close at hand.

But Black Flame was actually slapped away by Wuming, and the violent heat wave also separated from Wuming obediently.

Wuming's hand also held a fireball, which was as black as ink.

Isn't it just black flame? Who can't do it? Wuming said, but he did not use the black flame to attack the god-skinned apostle, but waved his hand to disperse the fireball. Since you look down on the gods, then I will use the god-skinned apostle. Come and experience your god-killing black flame.

Hearing what Wuming said, the god-skin noble subconsciously stared at Wuming's belly, wary of the shock wave.

But there was a sudden sharp pain in my foot, as if something had pierced it.

The god-skin noble quickly lowered his head - and saw layers of folds on his belly.

The god-skin noble was so frightened and furious that he stretched out his stomach, and the skin on his body stretched out and hit the ground. With the help of this force, he jumped high and away from Wuming.

But as soon as he hit the ground, there was another sharp pain, and his other foot was also pierced.

But this time he saw clearly the means of the unknown attack.

On the ground, countless barb-like curved swords loomed like phantoms, like some man-eating weeds spreading and emerging from the ground.

What made the god-skin noble even more frightened was that these phantom swords were filled with a strong aura of death, reminding him of the god-killing black flames.

Even though he couldn't see it, he felt that the flesh under his feet had rotted away, exposing the white bones.

Wuming laughed loudly, and swung blazing fireballs with both hands, bombarding the unable to move god-skin nobles like cannonballs.

Before the fireball even got close, the surrounding turf was already browned and dry.

The skin folds on Shenpi's body turn outwards to block the fireball. The lipid-rich skin insulates the heat, but it also begins to burn violently.

The god-skin noble once again propped up his belly, used shock waves to disperse the flames, and then rolled up directly on the ground with his enlarged belly.

The flames were extinguished, and the blades on the ground could not touch Shenpi's body. The Shenpi noble resisted Wuming's attack and turned into a huge wheel to crush Wuming.

Wuming used fireball to attack again, but it was also scattered by the continuous shock wave, making it difficult to hit.

Wuming staggered his body slightly, and at the same time, the fire whip struck, and the god-skin noble tilted to the side like a top.

But the god-skin noble simply stopped after approaching Wuming, and raised his hand to the ground. Black flame pillars burned around him, placing Wuming in a sea of ​​fire.

The black flame is the power used by the god-skin nobles to hunt gods. Even now that the death rune has been sealed, the black flame no longer has the power to kill gods, but the residue of death still remains, killing a faded person who is not a god. A breeze in theory.

That's just in theory. The god-skin noble thought of Wuming's series of strange moves before, and did not dare to be too bold, so he added two more shots of black flames.

Wuming did not dodge this time and was covered in flames from all directions. The armor on his body began to melt and his body also emitted a burning smell.

It's done. The god-skin noble was delighted.

But then the holy light flashed, and the healing golden light filled the surroundings of Wuming.

Wuming was burned by the flames so boldly, and at the same time he recovered quickly. He laughed and withstood the black flames and rushed straight in front of the god-skin noble, scaring the god-skin noble to hold up his belly again.

But Wuming did not attack the god-skin noble head-on. Instead, he went around behind him and grabbed his long snake tail that was not protected by the shock wave.

I really miss it. Wuming stroked the tail of his slippery hand, and the flame exploded in his hand, blowing off Shenpi's tail.

Shenpi screamed in pain and transformed into a wheel again. This time he did not try to attack Wuming again, but simply rolled away.

Something's wrong, it's too evil. The god-skin nobleman was so painful that his forehead was sweating, and the world was spinning, but he still couldn't hide the fear in his heart.

But before he rolled very far, an impact was delivered to him. The thick skin did not seem to provide much defense, and was directly delivered to his body, paralyzing his body.

Wuming stood on the spot where the black flames were gradually extinguishing, holding it empty in his hand, the bright golden thunder turned into a spear and pierced the sky.

Don't run away in a hurry. Wuming stretched out his right hand, After learning the gravity magic from Latarn, I also researched new tricks. Let's try it.

Starting from the nameless right hand, golden lightning flashed instantly, forming a towering huge cylinder, more than ten meters thick.

The thunder column lasted for a moment and then disappeared, and then fine thunder flashed within the column.

On the ruins of the abandoned battlefield, countless fragments of weapons and armor surged, iron filings flew, gathered at Wuming's hand, and converged in the columnar space, forming an increasingly clear and constantly flying metal tornado.

Wuming moved his fingers slightly, and the column gradually turned sideways, like a giant cannon, aiming at the paralyzed god-skin noble.

With a sudden sound, a huge amount of metal debris disappeared from the place. The metal was heated by air friction in an extreme period of time, and for a moment it was like a blazing red jet, accompanied by golden thunder. It rushed towards the God-skin nobles at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, leaving deep ravines along the way.

The seven faces on the god-skin noble's body disappeared, along with the entire body of the god-skin noble.

The limbs and head fell to the ground and rolled into the scorching ravine along the way.

The golden thunder and the blazing red light pillar disappeared into the distance, and the light was deeply imprinted in Ami's eyes and did not dissipate for a long time.