Chapter 484: Michaela's Sense of Disharmony

Michaela was resting in Tower Town, his lower body was slowly recovering.

He was lying on the bed, with a small pool of melted mud at his hand.

Michaela dripped purple liquid from his fingers, diluted it and dripped it on the melted mud, and then waited.

You can see that the melted mud is quiet for a long time, and then it will gradually revive, and as the purple liquid continues to drip, it will fall asleep again.

In this way, Michaela recorded the sleep time of the melted mud and found that there was no change.

He picked up the map, looked at the bottom of the valley where the melted mud was about to be poured, and gently stroked the crazy fire mark on the map with his fingers.

Michaela asked someone to contact Ashmi, who was guarding in front of Tower Town with the Black Knight.

"What do you want?" Ashmi came over and asked with a very respectful attitude.

Although Michaela no longer needs to be charming now, Ashmi still remembers Michaela's control of him before, and he feels terrified when looking at Michaela.

Michaela handed a token and a letter to Ashmi:

"This is the token that Brother Mungert granted me. You can contact the Golden Tree near the Shadow Tree, and the person in charge of opening and closing the seal opposite the Golden Tree will open the seal. You are the fastest, take the token back to the border and bring someone over."

Ashmi took the order and turned into a flying bird to return to Shadow City.

Michaela pondered, opened the communication magic circle, and asked Patch:

"Have you found Uncle Black Sword?"

"No." Patch said, "Could he have run back to the border?"

"He longs to devour death." Michaela said, "It is because he can no longer find the root of death in the border that he came here. Hunger will not let him leave. Go to places related to death to look for it."

"Many cemeteries are in the lower level, which is very dangerous." Patch said, "I am afraid that the molten mud will suddenly rush over."

"Brother Wuming is fighting hard, so we should fight too." Michaela said, "This is the location of the cemetery of the Horned People. You can combine it with the Shadow City and search it all."

After cutting off the communication, Michaela covered his chest.

A feeling of uneasiness always lingered.

Several wounded were sent to Michaela, asking for his treatment assistance.

After the Horned People and the Black Knights were responsible for cleaning up the remaining molten mud, this kind of injury often occurred, and Michaela was stationed here to heal the wounded.

But this time the healing was different from usual.

The wounds caused by the molten mud are often corrosion and puncture wounds, but this time a horn man came with a wound, and his wounds were blunt weapons and divine power.

The horn man who was sent here was still cursing and cursing the black knight.

"What's wrong?" Michaela asked about the horn man while treating him.

After asking, I found out that the horn man and the black knight are now standing together and fighting side by side to fight death together.

This was done intentionally by the top leaders, hoping that both sides can regain the trust they once had when they fought side by side.

But the horn man was accidentally injured by the black knight. I don't know if it was caused by the lack of tacit cooperation, the confusion of the formation, or the black knight's long-term hunting of filth, which caused his hand to slip.

But the horn man was injured by the black knight anyway. The holy war had just ended, and everyone was unwilling to believe that the black knight was not intentional, and the horn people complained.

After the horn man was treated, several more black knights were sent over, and they were also not injured by puncture and corrosion, but were injured by the horn man.

Seeing this situation, Michaela had a headache.

It looked like the conflict between the two tribes might be magnified again because of this misunderstanding. Now at this critical moment, Michaela did not dare to make any mistakes. She immediately contacted the high-ranking military leaders of all parties and asked the Black Knights and the Horned People to fight separately.

After the separation, it finally calmed down a little.

A few days later, the Black Sword was still nowhere to be seen.

It was as if it had disappeared and could not be found anywhere. Whether it was the secret place known to the Horned People, the place recorded by the Crusades, or even the place where Moore and Marenia contacted the corrupted followers, they could not find the trace of the Black Sword.

He was indeed like a shadow, hiding in the dark, appearing when needed, and killing with one blow.

A few days later, Wuming, Ge Fulei and others came back.

A funeral was being held in the town of Tower.

In the battle with the molten mud, some Horned People died.

Although it was a funeral, the atmosphere of the Horned People was very lively and there was not much sadness.

On the one hand, it was because the Horned People were obsessed with the soul and did not care much about the death of the body. More importantly, the Horned People could now hold a funeral.

During the holy war, the horns had almost given up traditional funerals because funerals would attract the holy war army. Now that they can hold funerals normally, the horns suddenly feel a heartfelt happiness and peace.

Michaela, who has grown thighs, sits in a wheelchair and is pushed by Marenia to watch this special funeral with the horn old woman.

Michaela discussed with the horn old woman and planned to gradually fade out some of the horn culture or change it. Such as the technology of the pot and the torture technology. Let the two tribes truly tolerate each other.

Basically, except for the furnace horn people who will not give in, the horn old woman nodded in agreement on other details.

Michaela negotiated smoothly with the horns and was in a good mood, watching the horns' sacrifices.

The horns placed the dead on the altar, sprinkled incense, and danced around. People hung mixed horn necklaces on the necks of the dead and chanted ancient hymns to them.

A black cat broke into the funeral and jumped over the dead body. The hornman who didn't see the black cat hurried over to apologize.

The hornman wanted to be furious, but was stopped by Michaela:

"Remember what we said, the punishment must be reduced."

Michaela excused the hornman:

"Besides, I entrusted the care of the black cat to others. I know how wild the black cat is, and even I can't control it."

"Can't you even control you?" The old woman with the horned man was surprised, and ordered the others to let the horned man go, and chatted with Mikaela, "The horned beasts of my tribe are all very close to you."

"But that cat doesn't like me." Michaela spread her hands and smiled at the people around her. "I heard that black cats can be psychic. If they jump over the body of a newly deceased person, the body will come back to life. Maybe Maomao wants to help you resurrect people."

The horned old woman chuckled: "It's just superstition. We have studied that mechanism a long time ago. The fluctuation of the soul will occasionally cause a reaction in the body, but in the end it cannot be resurrected. For real resurrection, you still have to reincarnate into the tree."

"Yes." Michaela sighed, "I have also done special research. If it was possible, Brother Godwin's soul would have returned long ago."

After the funeral, Michaela sat back in her original position and received the wounded.

Several corner men hurriedly carried over a wounded man and placed him next to Mikaela.

Michaela checked the wounded man's injuries and was stunned.

"Unknown brother?"

Wuming was lying on a stretcher, cut off at the waist, and was greeting him.

There is a black-red light on the section on the waist, which is interfering with the black on the inside of the section.

Looking outside again, I found that Gefu Lemengt and others were also coming.

"What's going on?" Michaela asked, "The melting mud was temporarily repelled? Why is Brother Wuming injured? And this injury looks like..."

"Malycus has been found," Latane said.

Several people were blocking the melting mud on the southern coast, and being able to find Malikas meant that the Black Sword was also there.

This was not surprising to Michaela. The original prediction was that the Black Sword was likely to run to the southern coast.

"But why did the fight start?" Michaela said, "I told you that you should come back and report it first if you find it."

"It was Malikas who took the initiative to attack." Latarn said, "We received Wuming's signal. When we arrived, the battle between the two had ended, and the black sword fled away. Wuming was cut off in half. "

Michaela checked Wuming's injuries, which were similar to his. As long as the power was consumed, he would be able to recover.

Wuming scratched his head: "I thought the black sword was a bit strange. I wanted to observe it, but unexpectedly it started fighting. Oh my, that sword of his is really powerful."

"What's weird?" Michaela asked.

"Black Sword stood in the mud, motionless." Wuming said, "He didn't hit the mud, and the mud didn't hit him."

Previously, Michaela Patch and others speculated that Black Sword might go to the southern coast to continue hunting the molten mud. It turns out that the Black Sword is indeed here, but it is not hunting the molten mud as they thought.

"You said the two are fine?" Michaela said.

Wuming nodded: "And when I was fighting with Heijian, I felt that he was very angry. I was about to talk to him, but suddenly my body felt very stiff and I didn't move away."

Wuming laughed: "Fortunately, I have strong vitality, and I won't die even if I am cut in half."

Wuming smiled and carried two more wounded people next to him. Wuming quickly moved someone else's place:

"You treat them first, I'm not in a hurry."

"How can this be done? Let me treat you first." Michaela said.

"I can treat it myself, no need to bother." Wuming said, patting the cross section of his wound to recover.

Mikaila couldn't resist Wu Ming, so she prepared to deal with the two wounded people in front of her first.

When she saw the wounded, Michaela was stunned again.

The wounded were a horned man and a black knight, but the wounds on their bodies were not caused by molten mud, but were still slashed between the horned men. and blunt force trauma to the Black Knight.

Only this time, it was the horned man who had the knife wound on his body, and the black knight's armor was dented by the sledgehammer.

"How can we accidentally get injured after being separated?" Michaela muttered, releasing an unprecedented powerful treatment, curing both of them instantly.

The people who sent them here were the horned man and the black knight who were accidentally injured. They said very shamefully:

"My eyes were dazzled and I mistook him for my enemy."

"Dazzled..." Michaela frowned.

"Hey, it's my turn." Wuming paddled the stretcher and moved to Michaela's side, "I'm sorry to bother you."

"Sorry Brother Wuming, please wait a moment." However, Michaela did not treat Wuming. She picked up the small piece of molten mud beside the bed where she had just done the experiment, grabbed a hand of mud, and put it in front of her eyes for observation.

Observe for a moment, absorb the purple toxin in the molten mud in your hand, and then drop a drop of molten mud to the ground.

The sizzling white air precipitated from the molten mud and slowly rose, forming an ethereal human figure.

"It looks very human." Wuming looked at the humanoid in surprise, "It's just white."

The light passes through the white shadow, and the complex interweaving and combination of light turns into a concrete image.

The moment they saw Bai Ying, the people around him were a little commotion, and they immediately raised their weapons.

Michaela snuffed out the white shadow and asked everyone:

"What did you just see?"

The Black Knight said, "See the filth."

The answers from the horned men were similar, some said the black knight, some said the soldiers of Mersemer, and some said the evil god of fire.

But they are all specific people, such as the black knight who killed his parents, or the Mersemer soldier who burned his wife and daughter to death.

Michaela asked Latarn and others: "What about you?"

Latane said: "I saw your sister."

Godfrey said: "I saw that old man, the one Wuming turned into before."

"What's going on?" Mengt frowned, "Everyone sees it differently."

"But they are probably the ones who impress me the most and want to fight with them the most." Michaela said.

He looked solemnly at the molten mud in his hand:

"It has the power of charm. Those accidental injuries that occurred before must have been bewitched by him."

Wuming said: "The abnormal behavior of the black sword is because it is charmed?"

"I heard that there is such a power of temptation." Latane said, "But if you want to seduce others in a battle, you generally can't do it? Only people with very low intelligence can be deceived by this kind of thing."

"Demi-humans are indeed easily deceived by this thing." Michaela looked at the molten mud, "But this time, something is wrong, something is different."

"What's the difference?" Wuming asked.

Michaela said: "This kind of power of temptation also exists in the Round Table. You must have heard of it."

Michaela looked solemn: "Assassin's prayer."

Mengt, Godfrey, these big shots all frowned, as solemn as Michaela.

Wuming was a little confused: "What happened to the assassin?"

"The source of the power of the Round Table Assassins is the two fingers." Michaela said, "Brother Wuming, you should have a deep understanding of how powerful the mind control ability of the two fingers is."

Pink and lavender mist lingered on Michaela's fingertips: "My power, the molten mud should be unable to resist, and they are unwilling to resist. But they withstood my hypnosis and even pulled me down. "

Wuming remembered: "When I climbed Spike Mountain before, I seemed to see a place called Finger Ruins."

"That's right." The more Wuming thought about it, the more he figured it out, "I said why my body feels so stiff when I slap it, isn't that the way you used two fingers to deal with me before?"

Michaela checked the map:

"The finger ruins... are very close to the bottom of the valley."

Latan said: "What do you mean, what we are dealing with is not molten mud, but two fingers?"

"Uncle Black Sword is the shadow of a god." Michaela said, "It was given to my mother by two fingers."

Wuming remembered:

"Two fingers can interfere with the shadow of the god."

"Are these all your guesses?" Latane asked.

"There is no concrete evidence yet," Michaela said, "but there are indeed many violations, and there are indeed many traces of finger activity in the Shadow Land."

Michaela picked up the map and pointed to a finger ruins in the north of Shadow City:

"The original owner of this finger relic is the two fingers that now occupy the Round Table Hall. They are the two fingers that supported the mother and achieved the position of eternal queen."

Michaela moved her finger to the south, near the large molten mud hole and the bottom of the Epileptic Fire Valley, and found the remains of another finger.

"And this..." Michaela said, "is the finger that selects the Queen of Night Eyes to become a god."

"Xiayan is dead," Latan said.

"Her fingers are transcendent and will not die."

"Could it be that Xiaoyan's two fingers are behind the scenes?" Latan thought, "Why don't you give up yet, and now the dormant golden tree is declining?"

Michaela said: "Of course, there are other possibilities. My two fingers, Marlenia's two fingers, should be happy to correct us."

"It's difficult enough to deal with two fingers, why is there more?" Wuming muttered.

"Although I'm not sure whether Two Fingers is really behind the scenes," Mikayla said, "but I still asked Asumi to hire professionals."

"Professionals?" Wuming was curious.

"Lani." Michaela said, "She can use the hunting finger knife. If it targets two fingers, Lani and the nameless brother are the only ones who can cause damage to both fingers."

"Reliable." Wuming praised Mikaela.

Talking about the sword, there was a chirp in the sky, and the bird fell down and turned into Ashmi.

"It's not good, Mikaela-sama." Asumi said.

Michaela's smile faded: "What?"

"I can't open the seal." Ashmi handed Mikaela the talisman given by Mikaela, "It's useless near Shadow City."

Michaela looked at Mengt: "Brother Mengt, is there anything wrong with this talisman?"

Menggert glanced at the talisman:

"There is nothing wrong with the talisman. It should be able to penetrate the seal and contact the person on the other side."

"Either the seal has been modified, or the person on the other side has been controlled." Michaela said.

"Wait a minute." Wuming said, "Are we trapped in the Shadow Land now?"

"There must be a way to go back." Michaela said, "It's just... I think we should simply solve the problem at hand, otherwise I doubt we can go back easily."

Michaela clapped her hands: "Let's assume that Two Fingers is secretly interfering. We have to find a way to deal with Black Sword. If Two Fingers really controls Uncle Black Sword, it will be too dangerous. There is no way to negotiate. Everyone present It is possible to be unlucky and have your soul ripped apart by a knife, ending your life completely.”

"But if there are two fingers peeping secretly, none of us can solve the black sword." Menggert said, "Everyone will be assassinated and miss."

"How about we go together?" Lance Sanks said.

"If we go together, there is a possibility of being directly interfered by Two Fingers, and several of us will fight with each other." Menggert said, "Two Fingers is not that easy to deal with."

"I think Lance Sanks is right." Wuming said, "We'll do it together."

"How to solve the problem of interference?" Mengt asked.

Wuming smiled proudly:

"Hmph, we have too many cards in our hands."

"Ashmi!" Wuming shouted.

Ashimi was frightened and stood at attention:

"Here!"

"Do you remember the data that Serei input to you when he treated Blaze?" Wuming asked.

"I remember." Ashmi said.

"Okay, let's do the whole job for everyone and turn out a few helmets." Wuming said.

"Eh? Split-type transformation is very difficult to control." Ashmi said, "It may have independent will and cannot be recovered."

"It's okay, I will help you." Wuming said.

"How can I help you?"

"If your clone dares not to go back, I will beat her until she goes back." Wuming said.

Ashimi's forehead was covered with silver sweat:

"By then, it is very likely that no one can tell who is the main body and who is the clone."

"If no one can tell, then what is there to tell?" Wuming said, "It's already indistinguishable from each other, so why not merge again."

Ashimi cried and tore her body into several pieces, turning them into helmets.

Wuming dragged the helmets and handed them to others:

"Everyone, don't talk about martial ethics at this time, shoulder to shoulder, the hunt is about to begin."

"Charge!" Wuming raised his sword and shouted.

Then he fell off the stretcher, and his legs below his waist had not grown out yet.

"Ouch." Wuming touched his butt, "Let's charge again in a few days."