Chapter 483 Like a Wife and Like a Mother

While waiting for the black sword Malikis, everyone could hear the dull rumble still coming from the ground. It was the sound of molten mud surging underground.

The sound was loud and hammered into people's hearts, reminding them that Molten Mud had not given up yet, and was charging towards anyone who could kill them with a death wish.

Everyone sat around a table, somewhat silent.

Andros spoke and said to Michaela:

"Lord Black Sword is dedicated to restoring the Golden Law, and his glory is hunting death. He will never agree to such an act of destroying the Golden Law."

Michaela disagreed: "In this situation, I think Sir Malikis will put the overall situation first. Besides, the ring was broken by the mother, and the mother's will is already obvious. As a My mother’s adopted brother will definitely be willing to support her.”

"The Black Sword is the shadow of the God-man, but it is also the shadow assigned by Two Fingers." Andros said, "Master Two Fingers will not agree to this kind of rebellion against Tiangang."

"Two Fingers also predicted the existence of seeds and fallen leaves. Gold is not immortal. The decline of the golden tree was also foreseen by Two Fingers." Mikayla said.

Melina spoke from the side:

“My mother entrusted me with the task of lighting the fire, and she really wanted death to come equally.”

Michaela smiled at Andros:

"Look, Melina said the same thing, the last will is still valid."

"Ms. Malika is not dead!" Andros retorted excitedly, unable to accept it.

"It is true that he is not dead yet. After all, the Golden Law has not completely collapsed." Michaela looked at the twisted shadow tree. "Is my mother also longing for her own death, like those molten mud..."

Andros watched Malika's children refuting him one by one, becoming increasingly unable to refute. I felt a deep sadness, which was brought about by a sense of powerlessness.

There were crowds of people outside the door, and there was a commotion, and everyone knew that Malikis was coming.

"Then let's see what Mr. Malikis thinks." Andros could only say, "Sir Malikis will definitely not agree."

"I believe Lord Malikas will definitely agree with our concept." Michaela smiled confidently.

The fat and ragged Black Sword also stood in front of the round table and delivered an important speech:

"I'm hungry, I want to eat dead roots."

Then the black sword rolled around, lying on the ground and patting the ground randomly:

"I want to eat the dead roots! I want to eat the dead roots!"

Andros actually took out a piece of dead root - like an eroded golden tree seed. He quickly handed it to Black Sword: "The dead root is here."

Black Sword stopped making trouble for a moment, and looked at Dead Gen. The beast's mouth under the hood opened, stuck out its tongue, and drooled.

He grabbed the eroded black seed, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed hard.

"Where did you get the dead root?" Wuming was curious, "I've never seen this thing before. Is it delicious?"

"D gave it to me." Andros said, "He came to Shadowland just to obey Lord Black Sword's order and come here to continue hunting for death. When he rescued us, he was sneaking into the underground cemetery to check the clone of the dead prince. Clean up the corpses, clean up the dead roots, and deal with the dead prince’s rebellious supporters.”

Andros looked at Malikis:

"According to him, Lord Black Sword should be calmer after eating the dead root."

Seeing Heijian like this, everyone felt a little emotional, and everyone waited silently for Heijian to finish eating.

As expected, Heijian became calmer and no longer distressed. He sat there, in silence, and the tyrannical sense of oppression gradually returned.

Michaela stepped forward and saluted the black sword:

"Uncle, long time no see."

"Ah, you are Malika's child." Black Sword recognized Mikaela and seemed to have regained consciousness.

Michaela nodded: "Uncle, only you can solve this matter now - the molten mud has erupted, and the Golden Law does not allow them to die, causing them to go crazy. If it is not solved, it may cover the entire Shadow Land and threaten To the Junction and the Golden Tree.”

"Do you want me to kill them?" Malikis' voice was low and oppressive.

Andros said: "Lord Malikis, he wants you to release the Death Rune."

Malikis' body trembled and he roared in a low voice:

"impossible."

Andros smiled happily and looked at Mikaela.

Michaela said: "This is also what my mother meant. It is her last wish. I hope you can comply with it."

"Impossible, how could it be her last wish." Malikis said, "She told me that she wanted me to seal death. If she wanted to change her mind, why didn't she tell me?"

Malikis' mood became unstable again:

"Malika, why... deceived me... why did you crush..."

The beast's nose under the cloak became wet again:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Malika... It's hard to restore the Golden Law... Can't we go back to the beginning..."

Black Sword looked up to the sky and roared, with sadness and indignation, then lowered his head and said wilfully:

"I'm hungry..."

Andros quickly sent over another piece of dead root.

Heijian chewed the dead root and said aggrievedly: "Something else got in..."

Just as he was about to continue crying, someone walked up to him.

Melina walked slowly to Heijian. She was petite and looked up at Heijian who was lying on the ground with his head hanging down. She stretched out her hands, hugged Heijian's cheeks, and touched Heijian's moist nose.

Black Sword's nose trembled, as if this technique seemed familiar, and it lowered its head:

"Malika?"

Melina said, "Mother didn't blame you, you don't have to blame yourself. She didn't have time to resent anyone. The world has changed dramatically, and what mother needs to think about is how to change. You also know that at this moment when death has spread, the Golden Law is difficult to repair. And the broken law will only bring greater disasters."

Melina stroked the furry cheek of Black Sword, and skillfully stroked the beard on his chin:

"Mother has been fighting against the prophecy of the two fingers for half her life, fighting against those curses. But she has long understood that the prophecy will definitely come true. The fallen leaves and seeds have long foreshadowed the decline of the golden tree. Now, mother just wants to end this pain-when life is no longer happy, the only comfort is death."

"But...but Marika said..." Black Sword hesitated.

Melina punched Black Sword's nose:

"Just for mother, release the death rune. Let death return equally."

Black Sword shrank his head and wrinkled his nose.

He opened his mouth slightly, saliva dripped between his jagged canine teeth, and the breath of death spit out from his mouth.

The earthquake interrupted the conversation between the man and the beast, and the earth shook again.

"Again?" Wuming shouted to the sky.

Lance Sanx hovered in the sky, carrying a crystal and a set of equipment on his neck, projecting the image of the sky to the ground.

In the earth range, the molten mud tore the earth again and poured directly upward. .

This time it mainly drilled out from the cemetery plain, probably because it was closest to the Qinglan Coast. Along the cracks in the earth that were torn out before, a wave of molten mud rose up, rushing up like a fountain.

Even in the tower, you can see the pool of black mud.

Black Sword's stomach gurgled, he spit out a puff of black air, and roared in a low voice:

"Death... is not enough, I haven't swallowed enough..."

The fat body suddenly bounced up, grabbed the tower town at a rapid speed, and rushed towards the pool of black mud.

Like a vicious dog that has reached mealtime.

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After Malikus, the others followed.

The warriors went out again, ready to repel the molten mud.

Ratan took the two silver and black kittens off his shoulders again and handed them to Michaela to take care of. Facing the pervasive molten mud, Ratan had no confidence that he could protect the two small animals.

Michaela took the kittens and was bitten by the black cat again, scratching his arms frantically.

Seeing that the black cat was unwilling to obey, Michaela reluctantly handed the two cats to the horns:

"Forget it, you take care of them, I'll go help."

The black sword Malikus rushed to the front, running very fast, and ran across the cemetery plain and rushed to the molten mud.

Although his body was fat like a ball and he was wearing a cloak, Malikus's body movements were extremely flexible. The molten mud had spikes protruding from its body, trying to pierce Malikus, but he dodged it lightly and swung it out, throwing out gravel and breaking the molten mud.

The molten mud lurked underground and surrounded his entire body from below. Malikus grabbed the ground with his limbs and jumped high. He grabbed a huge rock in his hand and threw it at the molten mud below, smashing it.

Malikus landed on the ground, and his claws of both hands were deeply inserted into the ground. Then he pulled hard, and ten air blades tore the earth along his claws, and also tore the molten mud underground.

Every attack of the molten mud would be dodged and counterattacked by him, gradually wearing it out.

The molten mud became more and more manic, and the molten mud pouring out from the cracks became faster and faster, finally catching up with Malikus and pulling him out. The molten mud attached to his tattered clothes and kept gnawing at them.

At this time, the others finally arrived.

The golden sword formation emerged from mid-air, hanging over the crack, and countless sacred lightsabers were dropped.

Lance Shanks flew over, spewing dragon flames along the crack, burning the molten mud all over.

With the experience of the last battle, the people who came this time were either masters of fire or masters of divine power.

In addition, there were complete power players like Ge Fulei Shattering Star. They all lifted up the earth, shook out air waves, and slapped the molten mud back to the cliffs and cracks with overwhelming force.

Wuming arrived last and helped Malicus, who was knocked away, burn the molten mud on his body, told him to have a good rest, and rushed to the front line to start setting fire.

But this time the molten mud fountain was quite swift, and molten mud continued to spew out from the cracks, forming huge waves from the sky, constantly impacting everyone's defense line.

The two sides were in a stalemate for a while.

A ball of molten mud spewed out with high pressure and flew towards Lance Shanks in the sky. Lance Sanx now only had two wings left, and his body was a little unstable. He had no time to dodge and watched the black mud approaching.

A golden light wheel was thrown out from a distance and hovered in front of Lance Sanx. The light wheel like a millstone consumed the molten mud, and the sacred light completely melted the molten mud, making it impossible to revive.

Michaela also rushed over from afar, emitting golden holy light all over her body.

"Awesome, we need a master like you who plays with gold." Wuming praised, with flames in his hands.

Michaela approached the crack, and the strong holy light on his body pushed the molten mud back three points.

Michaela walked in the air, suspended above the crack, with his fingers extended and aimed at the molten mud below, looking sacred and noble.

From Wuming's perspective, behind Michaela's tall and ugly body similar to Mungert, a pair of huge translucent membrane wings rose up, flapping the wings and driving him to fly.

Looking at the molten mud under his feet, Michaela did not send out holy light attacks again, and dark purple liquid began to drip from his hands.

Michaela's golden hair also dimmed, turning into a dark purple color, and her face became softer and more feminine.

With this transformation, the dark purple liquid dripping from Michaela's fingertips became more and more rich, emitting a breathtaking fragrance.

The drop of dark liquid seeped into the molten mud, and the molten mud immediately dissolved into a deep pit, as if the molten mud was bombarded by some powerful cannon.

As the liquid from Michaela's fingertips dripped down, the molten mud below seemed to be melted, constantly spreading, and then slowly gathered again, but it was no longer active, just filling up the cracks and blocking the way for the subsequent molten mud to move forward.

The purple color was still spreading and intersecting with the molten mud, and it seemed that more and more molten mud fell into stillness.

Michaela's hair color was almost completely purple at this time, and her face became a little round, with a doll-like cuteness. The already small lips became even more rosy and handsome, and there was even a bulge on his chest.

Michaela breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the purple sweat stains on his face, and smiled at the others who were looking at him.

In the purple rift, a black arrow shot out and instantly pierced Michaela's body. The molten mud turned into a hook and pulled Michaela into the black mud.

A moment later, there was an amazing explosion, and the blonde Michaela rose into the air again. The holy light around him continued to burst out, melting the surrounding molten mud and blowing it away. The feminine features on his body gradually changed back. The huge light wheel stepped on his feet and ground the molten mud that attacked him.

Michaela stroked his blonde hair in a somewhat embarrassed manner, shook his head to others, indicating that he needed help.

Seeing Michaela's great power, other masters naturally did not want to be outdone.

Ge Fulei waved his big hand like a palm leaf fan, blowing up a storm, gathering the molten mud back into the crack, and then lifted it high above the crack, bombarding it with his limbs at will. The huge reaction force made him float in the air, and the transparent air cannon kept pressing the molten mud down.

Shattered Star used gravity magic to lift more soil and rocks to fill the gap.

Several masters were responsible for a section of the crack, and they blocked the molten mud fountain.

But before everyone could relax, another hole was opened in the back, with stronger pressure and higher spray.

The molten mud spurted out like a sword, stabbing in the direction of Malicus.

Malicus, who rested for a while in the back, looked at the molten mud rushing towards him and raised his left hand.

On the back of his hand, a ruby-decorated ornament was attached to the back of his hand, facing the molten mud.

The molten mud arrow shattered the ruby, deflected slightly, and just shot at Malicus's head.

The molten mud splashed everywhere, covering Malicus' figure, making it impossible to see his condition.

"Are you still alive? Squeak if you are alive!" Wuming shouted at Malikus, "If you are dead, remember to release the death rune before you die."

Malikus did squeak, and the dull voice echoed in the sky:

"...'Death'..."

The spring where the molten mud came out suddenly straightened, and all the molten mud along the way stopped and changed color in mid-air, turning into a ball of gray-white mud, falling to the ground and losing its activity.

At Malikus's position, a ball of deep red light ignited, and the molten mud that came into contact with the red light lost its color and fell around, revealing Malikus' true appearance.

The complicated rags on his body gradually melted, revealing the slim armor inside.

A slender giant wolf appeared there.

The head hit by the molten mud was a beast helmet made of black iron and gold, and the body was wearing slim armor of the same design, with layers of black and gold interwoven armor hanging on a crescent-shaped cloak.

Under the helmet, there is flowing gray hair, which is very similar to the gray hair on the helmets of the Black Knights.

The giant wolf stood on three paws, holding a rough obsidian sword in its right paw. The sword body was emitting black and red intertwined flames, which was the breath of death.

The giant wolf opened its bloody mouth and exuded blood:

"... Become my sword again."

The giant wolf swung the black giant sword in its hand, and the black and red light blades harvested along the direction of the molten mud.

The molten mud along the way died until the light blade sank into the hole.

The attack of the black sword seemed to wake up the molten mud, and molten mud arrows were continuously shot out from the hole. The active molten mud changed its trajectory in the air and scattered towards Malikus.

Malikus picked it up and swung the giant sword in the air. More than a dozen light blades tore through all the molten mud.

The speed of the molten mud gushing out could not keep up with the giant wolf's sword swinging speed. Malicus wielded the black sword and rushed to the spring. He jumped high and inserted the big sword into the spring.

A huge amount of red air blades burst out, forming an airtight wall, completely pressing the molten mud back.

Death seemed to spread along the spring, and other molten mud in the rift was also changing color and inactivating.

The unconscious molten mud seemed to understand fear, and the speed of gushing out finally slowed down and gradually faded away.

The black sword stood in the inactive flesh and blood, looked around, and roared to the sky.

"This is the real black sword." Latan looked at the giant wolf roaring to the sky, trembling with fear of death, his eyes couldn't stop excitement, "Death of a demigod, a legendary hero."

"The real black sword?" Wuming thought, "Could it be that it can be explained?"

Wuming looked at the surging molten mud in the distance, and the power of death did not seem to be fully released. Those dead molten muds are being gradually replaced.

It is estimated that after some time, these melted mud will impact this section of the rift again.

Wuming asked Mikaela, "Go and convince Black Sword to let him release the Death Rune. It's really useful. I'll hold it off for a while. If it lasts for a while, I'll be fine."

As he spoke, Wuming's body ignited with fierce flames, flew to the bottom of the cliff, and ignited a sea of ​​​​fire.

Michaela walked up to Black Sword and spoke in a sincere tone:

"Uncle, you have also seen that sealing death has had such a bad impact. Times have changed, you should release the death runes. In this way, the seal on the golden tree can also be unlocked, and we can see each other again Mother."

"Goodbye Malika..." Malikas murmured.

"Yes, you can see your mother again." Michaela said, "You can ask her in person, she must not blame you -"

There was a flash of red light, and half of Michaela's body was cut off.

"You lied!" Malikas roared manically, with blood exuding from his body, "Malika told me that she wanted me to be the seal of the destined death!"

The sudden attack was unexpected, and Latan quickly cast gravity magic to pull Mikayla back.

Malikis panted, his beast helmet facing the crowd in the distance.

Facing Maliksi who held the death rune in his hand, everyone became nervous.

But Malikis did not fight them, turned around and ran away, quickly disappearing from everyone's sight.

After a while, Wuming came back, still a little confused:

"Have you convinced him? I don't think so. I thought it would be more ceremonial and abstract."

Wuming noticed that Michaela was lying on the ground with only half of her body left, and was shocked:

"What's wrong with this?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't convince it." Michaela's face turned pale, and she turned into the ugly giant, smiling bitterly at Wuming, "Malikis still seems unwilling to release death."

"Stop talking for now." Wuming said, asking the others, "Can he be saved?"

"If you are injured by the death rune, the wound will not heal easily." Latarn said, "But after all, it is not a centenarian ring carved on the body, so it will not be fatal."

"Shall we go back first?" Lance Sanks suggested as he looked at Michaela's miserable state.

"No, let's camp where we are." Wuming said, "Melting Mud's attacks are too frequent, so just observe here."

Wuming no longer returns to Berrett, but uses Kallia's projection communication technology to communicate remotely with Patch and others to discuss solutions.

"The Black Sword refuses to release the Death Rune, so we have to find another way." Patch said, "Steal it."

"It's difficult," Mikayla said. "He was robbed once and was so wary that he went crazy."

"Then think of more solutions." Wuming said.

"My hypnosis doesn't work anyway," Michaela said. "Malikis doesn't sleep at all."

"How about disguise?" Greg suggested, "I have a veil of mimicry, so I can pretend to be someone else."

"What disguise can I use to get the Death Rune in the hands of the Black Sword?" Patch looked sideways.

"Grandma?" Greg guessed.

"Well, we'll consider the feasibility later." Patch said, "Anyway, we'll find the Black Sword first."

Wuming said: "Just send soldiers to find the Black Sword. If you find it, let us know. I'm going to lead the experts to stop the Black Ni first."

"Take the initiative?" Patch asked.

Wuming nodded: "At present, if the main body on the other side of the big hole is not solved, molten mud may pop out at any time everywhere."

Wuming said: "I plan to go directly to the southern coast with a few demigods to attack the main body of the slush, so that there will be much less slush rushing up to it. Let the Black Knight and the Horned Man deal with the scattered slush above. The others will do it as soon as possible. Find the Black Sword and get the Death Rune."

Michaela was a little worried: "The moment the soldier finds him, he will probably be killed instantly by the black sword."

"Anyway, you can discuss it. There are so many smart people out there, so just discuss it." Wuming said, "We rough guys have a lot to think about."

Wuming said, taking Godfrey Latarn and others, he ran directly to the bottom of the cliff to intercept the molten mud.

When a super master is in the mud, he can really exert his power to the full without worrying about wasting energy.

Michaela led others to continue the discussion:

"If stealing doesn't work, we can only fight hard. To fight the Black Sword, we need the power of the king. Malikis is good at fighting in a roundabout way, which will consume a lot of time. We cannot let Godfrey Wuming and the others shoulder the blocking task at the same time. The quest to melt the mud and defeat the Black Sword.”

Patch said: "And the only thing that can truly destroy the molten mud is the nameless flame, plus some sacred power. Although people like Godfrey Full Moon can block the molten mud, as the molten mud continues to pour out, they will gradually become exhausted. , until it collapses.”

Michaela and Patch came to a consensus that the search task should be handed over to Mersemer soldiers who are good at this and the hornmen who are familiar with the Shadowlands. The melting mud needs a means that can block it for a moment without Wuming and others, in case the others are helpless against the melting mud when Wuming and the others are needed to deal with the black sword.

"Currently, the weaknesses of the molten mud are fire and death." Patch said, "We don't have death runes, so we can only find a way from the flames."

Patch called Lelana and asked her to calculate the efficiency of the furnace golem.

But it was a pity to come to the conclusion that even if all the furnace golems in Shadow Land were moved there, it would be difficult to handle such a huge amount of molten mud.

The super fortress that used to be invincible against the horned people was as petite as a doll when faced with the tsunami-like melting mud.

Everyone thought of several plans, but it was difficult to ensure that the flames could be big enough to block the melting mud, or the construction period was not enough to make it possible.

Whether it is Galeder's wall of smoke and fire, or guiding the shadow tree to use the rejected thorn fence to burn again, the actual operation is full of difficulties.

When the size of the enemy reaches a certain level, ordinary methods will no longer work.

"This is a god-like scale and crisis." Patch said, "We need a method of the same level."

There was a whisper from the corner man's side, and after a moment, the old woman from the corner man came out:

"We might have a solution."

"Please tell me." Patch also put away his usual joking attitude and wanted to hear the corner man's opinion.

Michaela guessed: "Could it be using the Gate of God?"

The horned old woman shook her head: "It is impossible for us to make sacrifices on that scale anymore, nor can we summon a suitable god to possess him. Our clan is taboo against fire, but molten mud requires fire to kill."

"Sacred power can actually kill the molten mud, too. The sacred life force can also kill the molten mud." Michaela said.

"It's a pity that we don't have many priests left." The old woman from the Horn Man said, "Our method is to sacrifice a part of the area and guide the molten mud to that place to buy up time."

"It is indeed a method that the owner of this land can come up with." Mikayla said, "Has anyone calculated how fast the melting mud spreads? We need to calculate how long this area can hold them, and we need to leave room for that time for people to evacuate the area.”

"It can be delayed for a long time, and there is no need to evacuate." The old woman from the corner said, "That area is not an ordinary place."

"Oh?" Everyone listened attentively.

"There is flame there, and it is a forbidden place for our clan." The old woman from the Horn Man said, "There is epileptic fire there."

After these words, Michaelapachi and others became serious.

The biggest crisis they had experienced before was caused by epilepsy. Facing epileptic fire, an external god, one should still have due respect.

Michaela said: "Delirium? Then there should be someone in that place."

"Not much more," said the old woman from the Horn Man, "but in that place, no matter the animals, flowers, or even our torturers, they were all infected by the epileptic fire. The most important thing is that even the cliffs were covered with epileptic fire. fire."

Patch understood: "This kind of place is really suitable for dragging the mud."

The horned old woman showed the map to everyone:

"This place is at the bottom of the valley, and the location is very suitable. It can accommodate a lot of molten mud, and the epileptic fire on the cliff wall of the deep valley can burn the molten mud and hold them back."

"Are you sure no one needs to evacuate?" Michaela asked.

"There are some people infected with epilepsy." The old woman said, "Do you want to save those people?"

"General epilepsy patients are not very harmful, and there is still hope of cure." Michaela said.

"What about those people who are in direct contact with the three fingers?" asked the old woman in the corner.

Michaela frowned: "Those?"

"Those." The old woman from the Corner Man confirmed, "At least seven. Some people should be unable to bear the pain. It is also a good thing to end their pain."

Michaela took a breath: "There are so many traces of activity on the three fingers here."

Patch looked at the map at the bottom of the valley and said:

"I think it's good, let's do it."

"The problem now is how to guide the molten mud." The old woman said, "We don't understand this."

"It doesn't have to be troublesome." Mikaela said, "As long as the molten mud can be made aware that there is a flame there, they will go there automatically."

Michaela thought about the nature of epilepsy and sighed:

"Desperate and crazy minds will always spontaneously pursue that flame."

"Well, let's use this plan for now." Patch said, looking at Michaela:

"It's best to prepare more hands. What is that purple poison you released before? It seems to be able to control the molten mud?"

"It should have been controllable, and it could have put them into a deep sleep, which is no different from death." Michaela said, "But for some reason, it didn't work again..."

"This is an emergency," Patch said. "Others should also think of alternative plans to prepare for possible emergencies."

Patch looked at the projection: "Do you have any other opinions? If not, just cut off the communication and take action."

"I have an opinion." One person raised his hand.

It was actually Leilana.

"Oh? Do you think there are any hidden dangers in our plan?" Patch asked.

Leilana said: "You want to liberate the death runes, but what about those deaths that were originally blocked by the death runes?"

"They will lose the power to support their immortality." Michaela replied, "This is our purpose, so that the molten mud can calm down."

Lelana said, "What about Messermo?"

"This..." Michaela pondered.

"I think if Mersemer was still alive, he would be willing to sacrifice himself like this." Patch wiped away tears.

"Why have you already defaulted to a moment of silence for him?" Lelana glared at Patch.

Michaela said: "Brother Messemer's immortality comes from his snake characteristics, the Golden Law, and the memory of him from the Golden Tree.

"After unlocking the death rune, the golden law will collapse, and the snake's immortality should not be affected. As for the golden tree, if you don't actively burn it, the tree will be fine, but the memories carried by the golden tree may cause Some unknown effects."

Michaela concluded: "There is still hope for resurrection."

There was still hope for resurrection, but Leilana had no hope at all.

Patch spread his hands: "There is nothing we can do. Who would have thought that a melting mud would suddenly appear, and there is nothing we can do about it. We can't just wait for Mersemer to resurrect and not solve the melting mud."

"Nothing else, just hang up." Patch said, cutting off the communication.

A beautiful and soft face was reflected on the crystal. Leilana looked at the communication magic circle and felt a sense of despair.

She clenched her fists and directly found the full moon.

"Let's hold the resurrection ceremony now." Lelana said.

Man Yue was surprised by Leila Na's impatience:

"The current preparations are not sufficient. We have not yet found materials that can fill Mersemer's body and ensure non-rejection."

"Isn't there a shadow tree branch?" Lelana said.

"We still want to use flesh and blood to shape the shape as much as possible." Man Yue said, "It's easier to control."

"But I can't wait any longer." Leilana said with tears in her eyes, "They are going to release the death runes."

I understood it immediately after the full moon:

"Then resurrection will be more difficult."

After all, much of this resurrection ceremony is based on the Golden Law. If the Golden Law is broken, no one can say whether the ritual will work or not.

"But if this is the case now, regardless of whether it is successful or not, even if it is successful, I am afraid it will not be fully born." Man Yue said, "You have to think about it."

"That's better than never seeing him again." Leilana choked up.

Man Yue understood her sister's will, nodded, comforted her to sit down, and began to prepare for the ceremony.

Calling Wingo, Greg and Kalman who were responsible for controlling the ritual, the full moon explained the problem and started the ritual.

The ritual of resurrection is strange and terrifying.

It combines Wingo's soulless living corpse, Greg's limbs, Kalman's fallen perfumer's herbal and volcanic spells, and the secret of rebirth that cannot be tolerated in the world.

Mersemer's flesh and blood was like a snake on the floor, circling around in circles, forming ancient secret texts one after another, forming an evil and ominous magic circle.

The broken bones and branches, as well as the golden runes, boiled and bonded together, forming sticky bubbles and pulling out bloody sinews.

A human figure gradually appeared on the magic circle.

Leilana watched from a distance, with tears in her eyes, unable to suppress the fear and sadness in her heart.

She was very scared, afraid that Messemer would become an even more taboo monster because of her. Afraid that Messemer wouldn't accept herself like that, or even hate her.

What she was most afraid of was that Messemer would beg her to kill him like that.

All kinds of worries and scary thoughts kept popping up in my mind, and I couldn't suppress them.

Lelana was overwhelmed by the imaginary fear and could hardly breathe. She sat back on the chair, closed her eyes tightly, and tightly grasped the flaming straight sword in her hand.

The faith of the Kalians is often weak, but at this moment, Lelana began to pray to the golden tree.

She closed her eyes and prayed. She didn't know how long had passed before the sound of footsteps came.

From the sound of her voice, she knew it was her sister.

It means that the ceremony is over.

Leilana was afraid to open her eyes for a moment and face the unknown result.

"Leilana." There was no sadness or joy in Man Yue's voice, "The ceremony is over."

Leilana opened her eyes and looked at her sister's tall body and broad chest, tears glistening in her eyes.

"It's pretty much what we expected." Man Yue said, "The process is in line with expectations. Naturally, the problems caused by insufficient flesh and blood are also in line with expectations."

Leilana felt cold:

"Only part of the body was resurrected? Is it the brain?"

The full moon's expression is a little complicated:

"You'll know for yourself when you see it."

As he spoke, he moved to the side, and a thin figure hidden by a wide magician's robe appeared.

A boy wrapped in a loose red cloak appeared in front of Lelana.

He has Mersemer's red hair, and a small face with eyebrows similar to Mersemer's, but not as thin, with baby fat and a rosy complexion.

There are even little red winged snakes on them.

It's just that this boy is a bit too small, and can only reach Leilana's thighs. The winged snakes on his body are particularly tender, with round snake scales and small flying wings.

The boy looked at Leilana with a dazed look in his eyes and subconsciously grabbed his cloak.

"He is not quite conscious yet," Man Yue said, "but he should recover as time goes by."

Man Yue looked at her sister worriedly:

"The current state may not be ideal, but at least you are a complete person who can grow up. Anyway, you have plenty of time, and you have been waiting for a long time. It should not be short of this time. You can wait a little longer-"

Man Yue wanted to comfort her sister, but while she was talking, she suddenly stopped.

She saw her sister's eyes locked on Messermo's, her cheeks a little flushed, and a stream of nosebleeds slowly dripping down her nose.

The full moon followed Leila's gaze.

Messemer, who was wrapped in a bright red cloak, looked very loose because of his small stature, vaguely revealing the tender and fair skin underneath, as well as a little blush on the fair skin.

The women of Kallia have always been irresistible to the color red.

Man Yue pressed her lips together, narrowed her eyes, and looked at her sister strangely.

She recalled what Lelana said when she had a heart-to-heart talk with her sister before——

"A man may always need a woman to take his mother's place - but unfortunately I can't do that."

"Leilana, you-" Man Yue hesitated.

"Sister, thank you." Leilana suddenly looked at the full moon and gave the full moon a thumbs up.

Because he shook his head too fast, his nosebleed almost splashed onto Man Yue.

Man Yue held his forehead and said, "Forget it, as long as the result is good."

Man Yue left with the other ritual performers, turned his back to Laylana, and said,

"We are going to support the melting mud."

After saying that, he left quickly without paying attention to the hissing sound behind him.