Chapter 482: Molten Mud Erupts

Tower Town gathers all the big shots.

Godfrey, Michaela, Andros...all the prominent figures in Shadow City are here.

When the people in the corner saw their former enemies, they no longer cared about it, and everyone's attention was on the south.

Everyone was shocked and nervous by the blue-black mud.

"What's going on?" Wuming looked at Patch, "Why did you go on a trip and make such a big fuss? What is that?"

"How do I know?" Patch rolled his eyes at Wuming, determined not to take the pot, "We found a big hole in the south, and black mud kept pouring up. I sensed something was wrong, and quickly put Lance Sanks They were called to pick us up. Fortunately, I made a quick decision, otherwise there would be no place to run."

Lance Sanks looked sad and cried to Mengt: "It hurts so much, so dark, and the smelly mud slapped me in the air, and I almost broke another wing."

Menggert touched Lance Sanks' waist and rubbed her wings.

Wuming recalled the feeling he felt from the black mud: "I felt a quality very similar to mine."

"It must have something to do with death," Feiya said.

Everyone present, whether it was the Golden Tree or the Horned Man, felt a shadow cast over their hearts.

Death, this word is always associated with that great enemy.

That was before the golden tree, the earlier enemy, the common threat of the horned man and the golden tree.

"But Death has been killed." Andros said, "Lord Malikis killed Queen Night Eyes and sealed the Death Rune. From now on, life and death should be controlled by the Golden Tree."

Rogel said: "It is definitely not the case now. After the Night of the Black Knife, death has been leaked. The frequent appearance of the dead in the junction today has proven that the order of the Golden Law has been out of balance."

For the golden people, the breaking of the law is the same as the end of the world. But Andros didn't object. He looked at the black beast raging in the south, and he had to admit that it was indeed like the end of the world.

When faced with overwhelming fear, humans cannot turn a blind eye.

"We have to find the cause of this thing as soon as possible and how to deal with it." Patch said, "If the black mud continues to spread, it will definitely flow to the top of the cliff."

Why don't everyone understand this truth? When Black Mud climbs up the cliff, Barrett will be the first to bear the brunt. It was also because everyone came to Beruit, not far from the Spirit Tomb Plain, to discuss.

The Cape people finally got their land back, but they felt uncomfortable facing such a crisis.

"Jiao people have been living here, do you know what that is?" Wuming asked Jiao people.

The answer was negative. The horned people also don’t understand this dirty and ominous thing.

"It's molten mud." Michaela said.

"What is molten mud?" Wuming asked.

"You should all have seen it," Michaela said. "After the battlefield, those minced meats have lost their shape but are still squirming."

Wuming suddenly realized: "Oh, it's that kind of thing. I just saw Sene Sanks pulling out a few pools before."

"It turns out that you are very similar to shit." Patch said.

"Old man, tell me honestly, did you urinate and defecate everywhere?" Wuming said.

Wuming grabbed the scabbard of the sword and struck Pachi. Patch relied on his long hands to continuously pull away Wuming's attacks.

Michaela was helpless: "Are you children?"

The horned old woman said: "But if it is molten mud, why did it erupt and why is it so huge?"

Michaela pondered: "It is indeed a problem..."

Outside Tower Town, a group of people rushed over, alerting the horns and black knight guards.

They were a group of extremely thin people, shaped like monkeys, with rags draped around their bodies and holding simple wooden sticks and other weapons.

However, the leader of this group of demi-humans, a demi-human who looked a bit old, had a very delicate weapon in his hand. It was a long curved blade with a lake-blue blade that seemed to contain stars.

"Asian people." Wuming recognized the group of people, "It doesn't matter, let them come over."

After letting the demi-human go, they saw a boat following the demi-human.

Tibia's calling ship also appeared here together with the demihumans.

Wuming recognized it at a glance, it was the ship that had sent him here.

"Is this?" Wuming couldn't understand.

The leader of the demihumans stepped forward and spoke clearly:

"We saw a demi-human on your side and thought they were friends, so we came to seek refuge with you."

"Those are my employees." Wuming said, "Are you... from the south?"

The demi-human leader nodded: "The molten mud erupted, and our home was destroyed. We had no choice but to flee from the coast. How do you know our origins?"

Wuming looks at the calling ship:

"I asked before and heard that the ship is in the south. Is the ship also here to escape?"

The leader of the demi-humans said: "We have always been neighbors with ships and have some friendship, so we set off together."

Wuming asked: "Do you know the inside story? Did you create the melted mud?"

The demihuman leader pointed to the calling ship:

"The old man should know better about this matter. He has always been adjacent to the cemeteries in the south."

In front of the boat, he was as old as a withered bone. He opened his mouth and made an inaudible sound.

"I don't understand." Wuming said.

"Let me translate." The demi-human leader said, "He is speaking in ancient language, and you can no longer understand it."

The demihuman leader changed his tone in a deep voice, imitating the words of the calling ship:

"The filthy life placed in the sarcophagus will eventually turn into molten mud. They are the final appearance of the deceased."

"We already know this," Patch said.

The leader of the demihumans continued: "The molten mud is the dead. It is our job to guide and deal with the dead."

"Then why is the epidemic so severe?" Wuming said, "Are you not working hard, old man?"

The call boat tremblingly raised its huge horn and poked it on the ground to vent its emotions:

"I am the only one left to guide the dead in the Shadow Land, and there is only one bird of death left that is responsible for burning the mud and giving them death. But wars have been breaking out here for thousands of years, and people have been dying. There is always a need for guidance. There are dead people and corpses that need to be disposed of. Working 24 hours a day, I have to guide them every day, and the dead birds who originally work at night have to work during the day."

"It's too miserable, it's too hard." Wuming comforted the old man, "Come to my caravan, we are not tired."

Wuming turned around and pointed at Andros and Jiaoren: "Listen, listen, listen to what they say from the bottom of their hearts, you guys, it's a good thing that I stopped it, otherwise you would have been tired and thin just by looking at it."

The calling ship is still excited:

"Originally, a group of warring men who killed people every day could barely maintain a balance. One of them was burning souls with flames, which could replace part of the work of the Bird of Death. But recently, there was suddenly no flame, and all the tasks of burning souls fell to Death. Then the death rate suddenly started to increase hundreds of times. Moreover, the death bird was caught and tortured by a person some time ago, and its efficiency was greatly reduced. "

The calling ship sounded its horn:

"Half a month ago, some bastard ran to the southern coast and released countless souls. We were busy dealing with the new souls of the dead, and finally we were negligent. The balance was completely broken, and the molten mud in the big hole poured out. ”

The pointing finger of the ring finger was put down, and he fumbled with his leg armor. He was a little silent, his figure was slightly slender, and there was a smile in the eyes behind his cheek, which was a little shy and a little embarrassed.

"Yeah, what kind of bastard is that?" Patch agreed, glancing at Wuming.

"Yes, who is it?" Wuming pretended to look at the melting mud in the south, and then said righteously,

"Oh, the past is like the wind, don't worry about it, what we have to do is to seize the present and welcome the future. Let's see how to solve it."

After hearing this, Andros was very excited: "What did I say? What did I say! Mistress Malika ordered us to do that, she must have her reason!"

Michaela smiled: "It has nothing to do with Brother Wuming. The main reason for such a huge amount of melted mud is definitely not you. Three feet of ice does not freeze in a day."

"It's not just a day, it's been a thousand years." said the old woman.

Michaela shook his head: "It was not caused by the war between you. In the past millennium, most of the casualties of the Holy War Army were solved by flames, and there would not be so much molten mud accumulated. Although the fuse is indeed you, But I can’t blame you.”

"What do you mean?" Everyone was a little confused.

"It's mainly the melted mud in the sarcophagus." Michaela said, "It's the sedimentation from ancient times."

Patch was a little surprised: "So it's here."

"What, what are you talking about?" Wuming was confused, "I seem to be the only one who doesn't understand."

But Wuming looked around and found that most people were confused, even the powerful men of the older generation like Ge Fulei Man Yue.

"The law will create an era, and the era will also give birth to new laws." Michaela said, "Just like the era of the golden tree, corruption will appear particularly terrifying. And when the holy war raises fire and blood wounds, the God, And the corrupted gods will rise again. There was a time when death was the most sacred and powerful."

Michaela said: "I have seen it in ancient books. It was the previous era recorded by my mother's grandmother. Corruption had its strongest era. At that time, death was equal, and no matter what law, it would be acquiesced. This rule. Death is sacred, and he who presides over it is most revered and respected by all."

"The Queen of Dark Eyes," Andros said.

Michaela nodded: "Of course, in the era of the Queen of Night Eyes, death is no longer so important. Everyone has begun to pursue life again and avoid death. But the ancient panic still remains in the hearts of the people. This is reflected in the Golden Law and today. The remnants of the era can still be seen.”

Michaela looked leisurely at the huge mud in the distance:

"The dead of that era are preserved here. They lie in sarcophagi, waiting for the arrival of the flames in the eyes that can even kill gods."

"Is there anyone still longing for fire disaster?" Jiaoren and Huangjinshu both felt a little uncomfortable after hearing this.

"After all, it was a completely different era." Michaela said, "What is a serious crime in your eyes may be redemption in their eyes."

"Is molten mud a product of that era?" Wuming was surprised, "How many people must have died?"

"Forty billion." Michaela said slowly, "There were once forty billion souls living on this land and also dying on this land."

"Think about the pressure of the funeral, and you will know why corruption and death are the bosses." Patch smiled, "Now you understand why the golden people are against procreation, right? Some fears are engraved in the genes."

"Forty billion?" Wuming was stunned, staring, salivating, "Why don't I have so many people, and I still have to dig dead people's graves..."

Wuming had an idea: "Hey, can this molten mud be guided and used by us like the Deathborn?"

Roger said: "If we could guide it, the calling ship wouldn't have escaped here, right?"

"Yes." Wuming's hope was shattered, "Let's get rid of them."

Mengget spread a map on the table and marked several places:

"The molten mud mainly spreads from the southwest of the Shadow Land to the Blue Coast. But in other places, some molten mud also appeared. The cemetery plains, the east side of the Shadow City, and the east side of the Ensis City have molten mud in these three places."

Mengget said: "The Horned Man will deal with the Cemetery Plains, the Black Knight will deal with the Shadow City, and Ensis City will be dealt with by Lance Shanks and I with the soldiers."

Mengget looked at Wuming:

"You have the heaviest task - you have to go to the Blue Coast and try to get rid of the source."

Wuming thought: "Since they burned it with fire, I should be able to burn it with fire."

Wuming set off immediately and rushed to the cemetery plains with the Horned Man.

With the Horned Warrior leading the way, Wuming moved like the wind - the Horned Warrior blew up a storm and took Wuming on the road, very quickly.

Arriving at the cemetery plain, the hornmen fought against the molten mud, while Wuming continued forward and jumped off the cliff.

Wuming inserted his straight sword into the cliff wall, slid down all the way, and reached the mid-air. Looking at the almost completely dark below, he sheathed his sword and landed like a tiger, landing on all fours on the ground, on the molten mud.

The molten mud under him became boiling and red, and the sky-high flames surged from the ground, rolling up a vortex-like storm, sweeping away the molten mud around.

The molten mud rolled and boiled in Wuming's flames, as if it was sighing before death, and also like wailing.

After solving the molten mud in front of him, the subsequent molten mud rushed up again, and it was more fierce and thicker.

Wuming kept his feet on the ground, and the fierce flames exploded from his hands, burning a big hole in the molten mud wave that rushed forward. He rushed out of the hole, threw flames around, and burned the molten mud with the greatest efficiency.

The molten mud that was burned into a big hole by him just merged and was burned by the flames again, without a trace of waste.

A raging fire started from Wuming's body, burning the molten mud and himself at the same time.

Wuming thought about it, and a black snake burst out from his hand again, which was quite similar to the dark blue and black molten mud.

The black snake was also stained with the flames on Wuming's body, struggling violently, scattering the molten mud around it and igniting them at the same time.

When the black snake slightly adapted to the flames, it opened its bloody mouth and swallowed the molten mud in one gulp.

Wuming's body was like a furnace, and the molten mud turned into fuel, making the flames on Wuming's body more vigorous.

"It can burn, not bad." Wuming was relieved now. The black mud burst out from his body and bloomed everywhere, burning the molten mud while feeding himself. Although he was also consuming himself in this way, the income and expenditure were much more balanced.

Wuming burned for about a day, he stopped, jumped into the air to check the condition of the molten mud.

It was the same as when he first came down, and it was still the same now, with almost no change.

Wuming's expression was getting more and more strange.

He retreated backwards, and the molten mud chased him relentlessly.

Wuming arrived at the cliff and swept the flames. This time he did not aim, but only blocked behind him. Then he inserted the shield into the shield, activated the gravity magic, and jumped high on the shield.

Wuming looked back and found that the molten mud was surging, extinguishing all the flames he had released, and even the flames that were off-center were swallowed by the molten mud.

After a glance, Wuming climbed back to the cliff.

On the cliff, the Horned People were still fighting. The Horned People's spiral magic was very restrained against the molten mud. With strong sacredness and penetration, it tore the molten mud giant into pieces.

But the vitality of the molten mud was extremely tenacious. Although it was torn, the small lumps of molten mud were scattered everywhere. No matter how hard the warriors chopped, it was difficult to wipe it out.

Even the powerful Horned Warriors needed to use the spirit summoning to summon the huge spirit horn and chop it many times before they could completely destroy a ball of molten mud.

The torturer's torture magic was progressing rapidly, but there were not many torturers and priests left.

Wuming saw that the Horned Man had not finished yet, so he swept the Fire Whip across and helped the Horned Man deal with the small molten mud.

The Horned Man looked at Wuming's flames with mixed feelings.

The Horned Man's moves were very weak against the molten mud. If they wanted to remove the molten mud efficiently, only fire would work. They suddenly understood a little bit of the blasphemy of the Crusades and why the Crusades used fire.

After the battle in the cemetery plain, the Horned Man took Wuming back to Barrett and joined the others.

The other teams were not as strenuous as the Horned Man, and the Black Knights had a remarkable record. Their sacred power was quite useful against the molten mud.

And the pair of Monget, because of Monget's cursed blood and Lance Shanks's blood flame, also successfully ended the battle and temporarily solved the urgent problem.

The three teams all finished their tasks and looked at Wuming together, waiting for his report.

Wuming pondered for a moment: "Let me put it this way-I didn't even get close to the big hole, I was just busy burning the molten mud."

"How much did you burn?" Patch asked.

"Let me put it this way--" Wuming said, "I don't know."

"You're the only one who can't." Patch rolled his eyes.

"I have a heavy task here." Wuming said, "But I still found some things."

"What?" Everyone looked at Wuming.

Wuming patted his stomach: "I said before that I think the nature of the molten mud is very similar to mine-it is indeed very similar, both are highly corrosive, just like swallowing a black soul."

"Dark soul?" Others asked.

"In short, the soul of the molten mud is difficult to erase." Wuming said, "Although it can be digested, it will corrode and assimilate others from the soul during the digestion process. I wanted to see if I could swallow it all, but looking at the amount, I might lose myself if I swallow it all."

Wuming spread his hands: "40 billion souls, too much, I can't digest it even if I die of fullness. Let the ancient dragons go, 10,000 ancient dragons eat for a thousand years, it should be fine."

Wuming pointed at Lance Sanx:

"It can't be this kind of useless ancient dragon."

"Why did you suddenly attack me." Lance Sanx grinned at Wuming.

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts when they heard Wuming's words:

"That's not the end, Shadow Land can't be kept."

"Not only this characteristic is similar." Wuming covered his stomach, "This molten mud is like me, it has immortality."

"It's still moving after turning into mud, isn't it immortal?" Patch said.

"But they seem to want to die." Wuming said, "I set fire, even if I didn't hit them, they would rush to be burned."

Patch nodded: "It's also a classic situation, only a psychopath like you can accept the curse of immortality."

"Can I use this?" Wuming thought.

"You can put a brazier in the middle of the cave, and the molten mud will rush over." Patch said.

"It's not that easy." Wuming sighed, "If the fire is not strong enough, the fire will be extinguished by the molten mud."

"You can increase the firepower." Patch said.

"You don't know what will happen when I used so much firepower last time, right?" Wuming said, "Besides, I'm a little worried... that kind of firepower is not enough."

Andros said: "Anyway, restart the Furnace Golem first. With the Furnace Golem to resist, we can hold out for a while. We can think of another way."

Michaela pondered: "Actually, there is a way."

"Oh?" Wuming said, "Tell me quickly."

"The curse of immortality is not imposed on them by the Night Eyes. The molten mud seeks sleep." Michaela said, "As long as Malicus releases the Death Rune, these molten muds will naturally lose their activity, and then we can slowly deal with the souls."

Andros's face changed drastically: "How can this be possible?"

"Why not?" Michaela said, "As long as the Black Sword agrees."

"Do you know what releasing the Death Rune means?" Andros glared at Michaela.

"Death is released." Michaela said, "But you mean the Golden Law, right?"

"The Golden Law is established only after the death of destiny is removed." Andros said, "You are completely subverting the law."

"I am a god, remember?" Michaela smiled, "Two Fingers asked me to subvert it, you go to Two Fingers to argue."

As Michaela said this, he ordered Moore who was following him:

"Go and invite Lord Black Sword."