Chapter 477: Eyesight

Stepping into the gate of God, Wuming felt a familiar feeling.

This is a bit like the feeling when he fell into the torrent of dreams and saw prophecies in everyone's sleep.

They are all illusions created by the convergence of people's souls. Countless souls piled up together, rubbed and intertwined, emitting the lament of all living beings and synthesizing into one voice.

In the void, a ethereal corridor composed of dust stretches into the distance.

Wuming was walking along the corridor and saw the old woman in the corner on a resting platform.

The old woman in the corner was holding her cane and her whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

There was something crystal clear escaping from her body surface.

That was the soul, a huge soul coiled into a ball, descending from her head, like a broken egg, more like dew drops, flowing to the horns and being absorbed by her horns. The soul burns in the body, and the residue is precipitated along with the body.

The old woman in the corner walked upwards step by step on crutches, consuming her soul with every step she took. Go all the way up and never retreat.

Wuming stood behind the old woman, looking at the stairs above. At the end of the stairs, he could only see a dark void.

The endless darkness continued to fill the old woman's body as she advanced.

"So this is how trance works." Wuming observed the darkness that was constantly filling the old woman's body.

Hearing the sound, the old woman stopped.

"Stop it, old lady." Wuming clasped his hands behind his back and looked at the rickety and thin old woman with drooped eyelids.

"How did you get here?" asked the old woman.

"I cut off your souls." Wuming smiled.

The old woman in the corner turned back and looked at Wuming.

"So you look like this." said the old woman.

"Or this is how I perceive myself." Wuming spread his arms and looked at the armor on his body, "After all, this is more like a world of consciousness. Here, you are not blind."

The old woman said: "Are you here to stop me?"

"Messemer broke the seal, and because of this, we were able to discover your plan." Wuming said, "He does sincerely repent and wants to end the war."

The soul above the old woman's head fluctuated, and the human face struggled out, showing a ferocious expression towards Wuming, with anger and sadness on her face.

The skin of the horned old woman became more and more distorted, and the face of the resentful spirit broke out from her body, like a deformed shaman. The old woman groaned in pain, but she endured it and took the next step.

"You can't hold on." Wuming walked up to the old woman and blocked her way, "Why are you working so hard? The Blood Dynasty is not a horned person, just like I am not a horned person. Meng grew up at the foot of the golden tree. ”

"He has horns," said the old horned woman.

“He who has horns is not necessarily a horned person.”

"But the Golden Tree thinks so."

"..." Wuming was silent.

The horned old woman said: "The golden tree will hunt us based on our horn appearance. How to avoid the horn appearance? We are born with horns - we are born to face the slaughter of the golden tree. The golden tree makes it impossible for us to survive. Go down, what can we do?”

The horned old woman stared at the road ahead:

“We need our own God and King.”

"But the king of the Blood Dynasty is not the king of the Horned People. The Invisible Mother is not the god of the Horned People either." Wuming said, "What did you do in order to inherit the Invisible Mother?"

The body of the horned old woman became broken, and countless blood flowed out of the old woman's body. Her body continued to receive new wounds, heal them, and add new wounds.

"These are all the work of Mersemer's minions." The old woman of the Horn Man smiled, "Old woman, I will not die. I have endured abuse over and over again for these thousands of years."

Wuming said: "That is indeed suitable for Blood Mother."

The horned old woman raised her head and looked at the guardian spirit above her head.

The resentful spirits merged together to form an existence like a wizard's ball, and painful faces appeared one after another.

The old woman of the Horn Man said: "That lord has promised us a new god and a new era. In the new era, there will be a place for the Horn Man. Everyone is willing to throw themselves into the pot and sacrifice themselves. "

She stared at the soles of her feet: "I bear the sacrifices of my people. Don't block our path."

Wuming smiled: "I just want to stop it today."

Wuming walked a few steps quickly and stood in front of the old woman.

"Why?" The old woman raised her head and looked at Wuming, "I can see clearly now - you are not from the Golden Tree, you - do sympathize with us."

Wuming stared at the deep and painful expression of the old woman in the corner and said:

"The god of the horned people should be the god of the land, right? The little god who protects small villages and allows all tribes to live and work in peace and contentment and develop freely."

"So what?" said the horned old woman, "The earth god cannot defeat the golden tree. We need a god, the only god who can control everything and rule for thousands of years."

"You? Where are you?" Wuming said, "Advocating spirals, developing a civilization with a magnificent white tower, and even touching the gods. Those who can subjugate gods and make scorpion soup are the ones you have. What the Blood Dynasty advocates is The wounds develop from blood flames and produce blood flowers and blood excrement. I have done business with them, and I know that you are not a civilization."

Wuming took a step closer to the old woman and looked down at her:

"You just invited one alien god to fight against another alien god. The horned people's own civilization - your wisdom that can give birth to the golden tree gods, and your strength that can withstand the golden tree for thousands of years, will disappear."

"But we have no other choice!" the old woman roared, not taking a step back, "We have been waiting for a thousand years, our clan is about to usher in redemption, and this is the closest we have ever come!"

"Aren't you blind? Why are you still talking nonsense?" Wuming hugged his chest, "Shouldn't the closest one be in front of you?"

The horned old woman raised her head and looked at Wuming in front of her.

"Peace talks..." the old woman said, "You only promised peace talks, and Mengge promised absolute power. Who do you think is more convincing?"

The horned old woman poked at the nameless armor:

"Why do you make me believe you? Just because you sympathize with us? Can gentleness replace strength? Can your sympathy lead our clan to salvation!"

"Isn't this a problem?" Wuming said, "Being blind doesn't mean your heart is blind as well. Take a closer look."

The old woman in the corner tried her best to stretch her body again, and tried her best to observe Wuming. But because she was too close, she could only see Wuming's shoulder armor.

The old woman in the corner hesitated for a moment and took two steps back.

The field of view broadened a bit, and the old woman saw Wuming's whole body and the top of his head.

Fragments of brilliance separated from the nameless armor, just like the old woman.

Above Wuming's head is a huge guardian spirit, just like an old woman.

The souls are wrapped around each other, hanging high on Wuming's head, as dazzling and proud as the blazing sun, and independent from the world.

Both of them were bathed in light mist and stared at each other for a long time.

The old woman was trembling, as if she could no longer hold up the crutches, and fell to the ground.

Tears flowed down the inside of the long horns that covered his eyes.

"It seems you have seen it clearly." Wuming said, "So, we consider this a deal?"

"Are you willing to bring salvation to my clan?" the old woman asked.

"When I accepted your recipe, I already accepted this commission, didn't I?" Wuming said, "Patch's old shop must fulfill its mission."

The old woman was silent for a moment and stretched out her hand to Wuming.

Wuming smiled, stretched out his hand, and pulled the old woman up.

When their hands came into contact, the huge soul mass above the old woman's head cut off its connection with the horns, gave it to Wuming, and merged with the soul mass above Wuming's head.

Wuming said: "You don't have to do this."

"I leave it to you, the people of the tower." The old woman from the corner said, gradually getting weaker.

"Sure enough, it was almost a collective sacrifice of the entire clan." Wuming felt the huge soul above his head.

He looked back at the stairs going up, his eyes following all the way to the deep hollow:

"I don't know how far I can go with the support of these souls."

Upward is endless darkness, downwards, a bright light shines brightly in the darkness, like an anchor, guiding the way home.

"Let's go, Patch has called someone." Wuming picked up the old woman and patted her body with a ball of warm flames. "Don't be in a hurry to die. Use your own eyes to confirm it - that brand new era."

Wuming jumped down toward the light below and quickly approached the bright light door.

In the old woman's eyes, the light continued to rise until it filled every inch of her sight, leaving only a vast expanse of white between the sky and the earth.

When the old woman woke up, the light in front of her eyes faded, and she only saw a burly human figure, emitting a bright light. It has a unique fragrance that can only be found in top divine seducers.

The aroma dances at an extremely fast speed, changing positions, and you can smell the smell of blood on the opposite side of the aroma.

At this moment, Mengge only felt shocked and furious.

"I'm not afraid of fire. I shouldn't be afraid of fire!" Meng roared wildly and raised his spear to block. Then there was a huge earthquake in his hand. He couldn't hold the holy spear steady. The holy spear pressed down on him, and both the man and the spear were blown away. The horns on his body were broken into several pieces.

The unknown old man incarnates in the nameless form, carrying a simple giant sword, and his moves are mediocre, not as weird and unpredictable as the Blood Alliance combat skills.

But Monger was so pressed that he couldn't even lift his head.

The Wuming sword has only two characteristics - fast enough and heavy enough.

Too fast for him to hide in a pool of blood, too heavy for his mother to repair his body.

Before Mengge landed, the old man tiptoed lightly and rushed in front of Mengge. He sent his sword forward and went straight to his chest.

Meng blocked with his trident, and his body was bounced back again. The trident pressed against him until he vomited blood.

Before he could fly away, the old man swung the sword blade, slapped Mengge on the head, and slammed him to the ground.

The blood pool on the ground surged, preparing to protect Mengge.

A dazzling golden light lit up from behind Mengge, and the bright sunlight penetrated the entire venue.

The golden-red thunder gun, as bright as the sun, hit the ground. The moment Meng touched the blood pool, he was blown away by the golden thunder that spread to his body before he was teleported.

Meng raised the holy spear like crazy and launched the blood ritual without hesitation. The blood mist lingered around, blocking the enemy's attacks and also to recover from his injuries.

The old man stood outside the blood mist and saw Mengge releasing the blood ritual. A brighter thunder gun condensed from his hand, and then he threw it into the sky.

In the sky above the blood mist of Meng, dense thunderclouds pressed down on the blood mist, and dense lightning struck down.

When the blood mist dissipated, Meng's injuries not only did not heal, but became more serious.

But just as the blood mist dissipated, the sun pierced the sky again, pierced Meng's chest, and melted a big hole in his chest.

When the old man was beating up Mengge, he could also rescue those who were immobilized in the blood pool and throw them out of the square.

At this time, everyone was rescued from the blood pool, looking up at the mysterious and unfamiliar old headache hitting Monger, and marveled.

"What a terrible pursuit ability." Latan looked at the old man's terrifying attack speed and charge speed, and began to imagine how he would deal with it in his mind.

"Why isn't he afraid of being controlled." Messermo, who had just regained his freedom, moved his body. He had also rushed up to fight before, but was tightly controlled by the Blood Mother.

"He is also affected by the blood." Michaela looked at the old man in the sky, "but he doesn't control his body with these things."

Looking from a distance, you can see a misty blood-colored cloak behind the old man, that is the blood boiling and escaping from his body.

The Invisible Mother is also constantly creating wounds, involving his blood, but can't stop his actions.

The old man rushed to Monger again, raised his hand and slashed with a sword. This time Monger didn't even react and his arm was cut off. The fierce sword is more like tearing it apart than cutting it off. One of Monger's arms was blown away, and even if the cursed blood was controlled, there was no time to glue it together.

"Impossible, I am the king, and I have my god." Monger's thoughts were confused in the storm-like attack, "How could the combination of god and king be defeated..."

But in Monger's one eye, the door-like sword was approaching, breaking the evil omen horn that he had inserted into his eye, and shattering all his fantasies.

Shattered his ambition and rage.

Facing the old man, Monger suddenly felt like he was back to his childhood, in the sewer, when he was still very weak, bullied by those strong adults, and attacked crazily by others, and beaten with blood.

"Mother..." Monger flew backwards, and the blood flowed out of the eye where the evil omen horn had pierced, "Mother, save me!"

The cursed blood formed a blood wave again, dragging Monger.

The blood mist became thicker than ever before, turning into a blood cloud, standing on Monger's side.

"Mother!" Monger was ecstatic, "Thank you!"

The cursed blood became thicker and thicker, like a raging wave, like a galloping horse, rising from behind Monger and rushing towards the unknown old man.

The old man just raised his flaming sword.

He swung the sword freely, and the flames that spanned the square swung out, tearing the blood waves and blowing Monger away.

The flames exploded, like stars falling to the ground, and the huge explosion spread from the sword body, the shock wave and the fire wave swept across, and the blood clouds in the sky were torn apart.

When the old man stopped swinging the sword, the cursed blood had almost dried up.

Monger lay on the cracked charcoal corpse, unable to move, and the evil omen horns on his body were shattered.

The unknown old man fell in front of Monger, the sword stuck on the ground, and the heat waves on the sword whipped Monger.

"Why can you defeat me?" Monger said, "I have obviously found my god and become the king."

The old man dissipated, revealing Wuming's figure.

He looked at the tragic Monger and guessed:

"Maybe the abandoned child can't beat the father who abandoned the child."

Hearing Wuming say this, Monger struggled to remember and continued to fight Wuming.

But as the evil omen horn shattered, Monger was horrified to find that the power that had been filling his body was leaving.

"Mother? No, mother, don't leave me!" Monger was panicked, "Are you going to abandon me too? Where are you going?!"

"Don't worry." Wuming squatted beside Monger, "Your mother is not far away from you."

Monger calmed down a little after hearing Wuming's comforting words.

Wuming raised his palm and smiled:

"Your mother is here with me."

Monger was furious: "You stole my mother!"

"Don't say that, think about it, you established the Blood Dynasty, didn't you spread the belief in the Invisible Mother and let others understand the Blood Mother?" Wuming said, "Isn't that just sharing your mother with others? Why are you angry?"

Monger was stunned, his brain was still a little unclear after being hit, thinking about Wuming's words, and suddenly fainted.

Wuming watched the blood color in the sky gradually fade away, clapped his hands, dragged Monger back to the crowd, and made a "yeah" gesture: "Done."

Michaela exclaimed: "How did you do it? You can actually defeat the combination of God and King. Who is the one you summoned?"

"It's also God and King." Wuming said, "There is no God King system in my hometown. God and King are one."

Ge Fulei looked very excited:

"You still have this ability? You didn't use it before."

"I didn't know it before." Wuming said, "I learned it from the Horned Scholar for a long time, and I learned it at the Gate of God."

"It's also because it takes enough sacrifices to summon such a strong man." Michaela said.

Ge Fulei said: "Can it be summoned again?"

"Forgive me, I'm going to collapse." Wuming waved his hand, hunched over, and the armor seemed to fall apart. As he said that, he fell down, and his full armor hit Monger with a clanging sound.

Michaela rushed forward and checked Wuming's body.

He rushed a little too fast and actually pushed Wuming's body out a little.

Michaela's expression became serious. He squatted beside Wuming and shook Wuming's armor.

It was so light that it seemed like there was nothing inside.

Michaela wanted to untie Wuming's armor, but was stopped by Wuming: "Don't look, it's the same as you thought."

"How is it possible..." Michaela was shocked, "Even if your existence is extremely powerful, it shouldn't be consumed to this extent. Didn't you intercept the sacrificial power-"

Michaela was suddenly stunned and understood something.

Wuming stood up, straightened his body, and walked to the old woman of the corner: "The matter of the Blood Dynasty has been solved. Take it, let's deal with the matter of the corner."

Wuming picked up the horned old woman and walked down from the Gate of God.

Michaela looked at Wuming's back and remained silent for a long time.

Leda came close to her:

"Ms. Michaela, you are seriously injured, please rest quickly."

Michaela shook her head:

"Compared to my nameless brother, it's nothing."

Leda was a little confused and looked at Wuming's back:

"He looks fine?"

"There's nothing wrong with him. Why does Kakuren trust him so much?" Michaela asked in return.

Leda was a little dizzy and clapped her fingers:

"There's nothing wrong with him. Why does Kakuto trust him so much..."

"Let's go." Michaela pulled Leda and followed Wuming down to the cleansing hall.

In the purification hall, Ampah and a group of blood nobles were tied up by Patch's spider silk and hung on a spider web.

Wuming picked up Mengge and threw it into the spider web.

Patch closed the net and everyone gathered together.

Wuming looks around the purification hall:

"There aren't many soldiers?"

A commotion could be vaguely heard below.

"What's wrong?" Godfrey asked.

Serothio said: "The large number of hornmen who were on the battlefield before saw the Tower of God being unsealed, and they also came over. Andros brought a small group of black knights and followed them. The two waves of people had just arrived at the Tower Town. There are some conflicts.”

"Go and solve it." Ge Fulei waved his hand.

"The soldiers have been asked to hold shields to block people." Throthio said, "Let's go down first."

Beneath the Tower of God, the tower town Bereit.

On the open stage where the mythical animal lion dances.

The Black Knights behind Androids faced off against a group of horned men. The horned man didn't want to see the black knight come in, and Andros was worried about the horned man entering the tower.

Having learned that the Horned Man sacrificed himself for a ceremony, Andros was worried about letting the Horned Man out of his sight.

The two sides were facing each other, and Wuming carried the old woman from the Tower of God on his back, walked through the side door, and came to the stage.

Both sides saw Wuming and Jiaoren's old woman, their eyes were a little complicated, and they were unsure of what to pay attention to, not knowing what was going on.

It wasn't until Godfrey came down with Messemer and others, and Patch also dragged a large number of people over, that Andros relaxed and looked happy.

Wuming looked at Jiaoren and finally said:

"Jiaoren, the Blood Dynasty you are planning to surrender to has been completely defeated by us."

There was a commotion among the horned people, the family's wishes were shattered again, and the ambition of revival came to nothing. Many horned people shed blood and tears and were ready to make a move.

"Great!" Andros clenched his fists, "Now we don't need to use rat weapons anymore, we can clean up all this filth."

Wuming glanced at Andros and continued:

"The plan for peace talks with the people of the tower remains unchanged. The Tower of God will be returned to you, and the Gate of God and Shadow Land will also be returned to you. This old lady should be quite prestigious among you, right? I have already obtained her approval. . My people will also help you speed up your recovery."

The unknown antagonist raised his arms and shouted:

"The Horned People should have their own gods. There is no need for you to ask for help from those external gods."

Androids looked at Wuming:

"Didn't you see what they did? The Horned Ones are so evil that they would do such a thing, and you actually want to coexist peacefully with them?"

"What happened this time was not caused by the people of the tower, but by the Blood Dynasty." Wuming said.

"It's the same filth with horns, what's the difference?" Andros said.

"The difference is that the Blood Dynasty is not the people of the Tower. Meng has no relationship with the Horned People, but because of the exclusion of the Golden Tree, he embarked on the path of rebellion." Wuming said, "This incident was caused by the Golden Tree itself."

"Hunting for filth, Lady Malika must have her own considerations." Andros said.

"Then what is it?" Wuming asked.

"I don't have Lady Malika's wisdom, but I must have her considerations." Andros said.

"Okay, I don't have the energy to argue with you right now." Wuming slumped his shoulders and acted quite indifferent, "Jiaomen, let's continue the previous topic. Regarding your revival plan, I can also help. As long as we are in the cemetery plain, Just let me build a factory—"

Among the horned men, someone said:

"You want us to make peace with the Golden Tree?"

Wuming blinked: "I thought this was a topic that had already passed."

"How is it possible?" the horn man shouted, "What about our hatred? Do you want us to shake hands and make peace with our enemies?"

"No?" Wuming asked.

"If I do that, my father who was impaled and burned will probably curse me." Kakuto looked at Wuming, Messemer and the others with hostility.

"Maybe your father actually hopes that you can put down the burden of revenge and welcome a new future." Wuming said.

"How is that possible!" Jiao Ren was angry.

Wuming looked at the scene in front of him that was no different from before the peace talks. He knocked on his helmet and made a sound, covering the surrounding noise, and said:

"Imaginations of others will always become more extreme and one-sided than the actual situation. Although I have no position to criticize you for this."

Wuming wanted to say something else, but his feet felt a little shaky and he almost fell.

Millicent had quick eyes and quick hands, and ran up behind Wuming and pressed against his back:

"Teacher, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's just a bit overdrawn." Wuming said.

Millicent looked at the horned men who were making noise against Wuming, with a rare expression of displeasure on her face:

"Those guys who don't know how to appreciate others, the teacher is obviously helping them."

"Help is one thing, revenge is another." Wuming said, "If it is beneficial to them, you will naturally welcome it, but if you prevent them from taking revenge, they will think you are nosy. Many people are not as sensible as you."

Wuming said: "Those people are not important, as long as the leader is sensible, that's enough."

"Don't make any noise!" The old woman in the corner shouted loudly, and shouted all the corner people away, "Quiet, everyone!"

The old woman in the corner sat on a high stool and looked down at the people:

"I know you don't believe in the Golden Tree, and I don't believe in the Golden Tree either, because they betrayed us! But this person is different, this person can be trusted."

"Why, mother-in-law?" the cornermen asked the old woman, "didn't he stop us?"

"Yes, he stopped us." The old woman said, "He also has the power to control souls and summon gods. He absorbed the soul that I had no time to absorb, entered the gate of God, and pulled me back."

The old woman from the Horn Man said: "Do you know what he did? He didn't use the souls of my people. He burned his own soul and entered the God's Gate. After pulling me out of the God's Gate, he fought with others, Nor the souls and sacrifices of my people.”

The old woman from the corner suddenly stretched out her hand and pointed at Wuming’s head:

"Look! You are all the best among the horned men. You should be able to see what he is carrying."

Everyone stared at Wuming's head. Even many black knights and soldiers looked at Wuming in confusion after hearing the old woman's words.

Wuming noticed the attention gathered around him, raised his hand, and greeted the people around him like a superstar.

The horned men whispered that some people had strong spiritual powers, while others were more sensitive. They observed Wuming. Many of them did not believe their eyes, so they exchanged what they saw with each other.

After a while, the horned men became quiet, looking at Wuming's head, unable to say a word.

"That's right." The old woman from the Horn Man said, "Outside Shadow City and Enxis City, our tribesmen who suffered fire, our tribesmen who were slaughtered, their remaining souls. And our tribesmen who sacrificed, their souls The souls are all kept by him without being used or consumed. There is even my son in there - the guardian spirit I gave him in the first place is still with him."

The old woman in the corner stared at Wuming:

"When you don't know whether you can successfully persuade me, burn your own soul and break into the door of God. Use your own ability to succumb to the gods without relying on sacrifice. I am willing to believe in someone who can do this."

Corner Man, Old Woman, Ring Perspective Man:

"He protected the souls of our clan with his own life, so that the lives of our clan could be protected from fire disasters and reincarnation. He knows our clan and knows that our clan values ​​the soul far more than the body. He is also willing to help our clan and stop us. Seek help from the unknown alien.

"At the same time, he can use his own strength to break through the gate of God alone and defeat the external gods and his king. He is not a citizen of the tower, nor a person of the golden tree. Isn't such a person worthy of trust as a guarantee?"

The voice of the Horned Old Woman stirred up waves among the Horned Men.

The way people looked at Wuming changed from hostility to awe, even admiration.

Gradually there was no voice of opposition.

When Leda heard what the old woman said, she looked at Mikaela: "Sir, is what she said true?"

Michaela nodded and said to Leda:

"Am I telling you right? He is very gentle. His choice will definitely surprise you."

Michaela looked at Wuming's back sadly: "This time also surprised me. I'm so exhausted that I'm really afraid that one day he will disappear from this world like a dream."

Leda looked at Wuming in shock, her blessed eyes reflecting the figure of Gongchu, and finally lowered her eyes.

She had faded and been blessed by Michaela. As a direct beneficiary, Leda firmly believes in Michaela's tenderness. But now, even as an uninterested bystander, she had to admit that Wuming's back was so high that she could only look up. She was completely impressed.

"Dan's vision is indeed better than mine." Leda said, "I am blind."

Leda bit her lip: "I am ashamed of the eyes you gave me. I will dig them out right now."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to dig out his eyes.

"Eh?" Michaela didn't even expect it and had no time to stop it.

Leda's arm was caught.

Looking back, it was Dann, holding her wrist firmly and not moving at all.

"You really did keep an eye on her." Michaela breathed a sigh of relief and praised Dann and Moore behind him.

Dann held Leda's two slender wrists with one hand, took out the fallen leaf holy mark necklace, and put it on Leda.

"What do you mean?" Leda was stunned, "You want me to join the Fallen Leaf Faction?"

Dann nodded. Under the brim of his big hat, those eyes raised in a rare way and stared at Leda: "You have too little practice. Let's start with your eyesight."

Patch glanced sideways: "So he can talk."

Michaela chuckled: "It's good. Rather than gouging your eyes, it's better to practice your eyesight with Dan, isn't it? Leda, you should practice well with Dan first."

Michaela stood up, stretched and walked towards Wuming:

"I'll help him negotiate."