Chapter 485 Only by Surviving Can You See the Precious Things Being Humiliated

Above Beret, the Tower of God - Enil Ilim.

Wuming was sitting in a wheelchair, his legs had reached his ankles, and he was being pushed by Michaela until he reached the cleansing hall in front of the Gate of God.

Mengge and the people of Blood Dynasty are still imprisoned here, clinging to Patch's spider web.

Meng's injuries have healed, and his left eye, which was originally pierced by the horn, has gradually grown back because the horn was shattered.

When Meng Ge saw Wuming coming in, his eyes flashed and his face became more ferocious. But soon his eyes dimmed and his expression became indifferent.

"What are you doing here?" Monger said.

"Let's see if you are hungry to death." Wuming said.

He looked at the people of Blood Dynasty and nodded:

"They are all in good spirits. Yes, the people of the Blood Dynasty are all quite strong."

Meng sneered:

"I think you came here to ask for something from me, right?"

"I didn't say there was nothing wrong with you." Wuming said, "But you have to live so that I can ask for anything from you, right?"

"You even took away my mother, do you still want me to help you?" Mengge asked Wuming.

"Your mother chose me." Wuming said, "Look, how can I please him and cause wounds and blood like you?"

Mengge glared at Wuming with both eyes.

He also knew that Wuming didn't do that. Because of this, he became increasingly angry. He doesn't understand why his mother favors him more than herself - even though he has given half of the people of the Tower to her.

There was a burst of bitterness and sadness in Mengge's heart.

Just like he lives in the sewers as a bad omen, no matter what he does, he cannot win the favor of his biological mother Malika.

But the elder brother Godwin can enjoy all the love to himself. Even if he does nothing, his mother's eyes will only smile when she looks at him.

What makes Meng most sad is that his brother grew up in such an excellent environment and became really good, even good to himself.

What he couldn't forgive the most was the one who was sincerely convinced by Godwin. It was as if he had resigned himself to the injustice he had suffered.

But his perfect brother also died unexpectedly, and he met his real mother, a mother who was willing to accept him. He has confidence and ambition. He wants to establish the Mongwen Dynasty, a dynasty that can embody the tenderness and love of his mother and brother, a dynasty that can tolerate all living things - as long as you have blood on your body, you can please your mother with your wounds. .

He wanted to build a great dynasty.

But now, there is another outstanding and dazzling person standing in front of him, easily taking away his mother's favor.

"I don't understand." Meng said, "Why? Why do you get your mother's favor?"

"You really want to know?" Wuming said.

With that said, Wuming sat in the wheelchair and took off the armor on his upper body, revealing his body.

The body is constantly festering and bleeding, and then healing and reconstructing.

Mengge looked at Wuming's body, still dissatisfied:

"Even so, the wounds on your body are limited. Even if you live for thousands of years, the wounds on your body cannot be compared to my sacrifice and my contribution."

"But the world I want to build has more blood and wounds than your dynasty." Wuming said.

"I've never heard of you having such a plan," Monger said.

"How come you haven't heard of it?" Wuming said, "Haven't you heard that I am promoting production in the border area?"

Wuming touched his chin: "It seems that the publicity work is still not in place. We must continue to work hard."

Meng was silent for a moment: "I've heard of it."

"That's it." Wuming said, "In today's world, you can carve a dozen wounds on everyone, and if you want to cut them to death, you can have hundreds."

Wuming leaned under Mengge and looked up at him:

"And I want to make the population of the border area prosperous a hundred times and a thousand times. As long as there is a future, ten thousand times is not impossible!"

Wuming opened his arms: "For so many people, as long as they have minor injuries or accidents, the wounds and bleeding caused by them will be more than your wounds and bleeding. If there is another war, the wounds will be even worse than the current wounds. Even if you are still an external god, you will get more joy from blood than if you become the main god."

Wuming said to Mengge:

"Tell me, who will your mother choose?"

Mengge looked at Wuming’s enthusiastic expression:

"It sounds like you're not averse to bloodshed."

"Blood is also a symbol of vitality. If it is necessary to bleed, of course it must bleed." Wuming said, "When it is not necessary, you have to recharge your batteries and let your body produce more blood, right? Life must be alive in order to continue to bleed and Injuried."

Mengge lowered his head. He understood why his mother chose Wuming instead of him.

In terms of structure, I really lost.

"Just go and establish your dynasty." Meng said, "I have heard about your deeds. If you want to become the king, that would be great."

"Why should I become a king?" Wuming asked back.

"Aren't you going to build your era?"

"I just want to be a businessman." Wuming said, "The era is made up of everyone. I once shouldered an era alone. Now, it's not that I can't be a king, but it's more cost-effective to be a flame - bang, Just light a fire and the appropriate firewood will burn naturally.”

The tip of his ring finger lit a small flame, burning the cobweb, and the cobweb gradually turned red.

Wuming said: "Do you want to die with regrets, or build your own dynasty and die after becoming the king? You have to live to become the king."

"Of course I have to become the king!" Monger's eyes widened with anger, and the originally blind eye also shone with golden light.

His strong muscles bulged all over his body, bulging on the spider web, supporting the spider web, blood flowing through his body, and his blood vessels and muscles swelled more and more.

After swelling for a long time, he didn't come down.

"What's the hurry?" Wuming said, "I can let you down so easily, is this still a restraint?"

Wuming said, continuing to heat the spider web.

"I used blood flames to burn it before, but it didn't work." Monger said, "This spider web is not afraid of fire."

"That's because you haven't heated it enough."

The spider web became red hot, and the spider web that held the people of the Blood Dynasty became extremely hot. Their skin that was close to the spider web was directly burned, and then charred and hardened.

Finally, the charred skin and flesh fell off directly, and they also came down from the spider web.

On the entire back of Monger, the tough skin and ominous horns were gone, leaving only the horrible burned and rotten muscles, violently oozing out thick pulp and blood.

Monger supported himself with his hands, stood up, and laughed wildly.

The wound on his back gushed blood again under this violent movement.

"I feel it, I feel my mother's love again!" Monger roared, "I feel it, this body is still alive!"

"After all, it's injured again." Wuming said.

Monger turned around and stared at Wuming with his clear yellow eyes:

"What do you want me to do?"

Seeing that Monger was willing to fulfill his promise, Wuming made a "yeah" gesture:

"Two things. First, the blood teleportation array. Second, since the molten mud is similar to my nature, bleeding will also reduce their activity. You happen to be proficient in juicing, and there is also fire, and large-scale blood rituals. And you can fly."

"What molten mud?" Monger didn't know what happened.

"You'll know when you come out." Wuming put his hands behind his back and left with Monger and the people of the Blood Dynasty.

After Wuming finished talking about the current situation, it was Monger who took Wuming Mikaela away.

With blood teleportation, their actions would become faster. One step to Barrett.

Wuming also put a helmet on Monger, called on the others who were already ready, and raised his sword:

"Everyone, let's go!"

"Your foot hasn't recovered yet." Mikaela said.

"It doesn't matter. In this kind of battle, you don't need your feet." Wuming said, and stood up directly from the wheelchair, supporting himself on the ground with his broken foot.

Then the flames spurted out from the ankles of the cylinder, and Wuming floated in the air. With a roar, his whole body was on fire, and he was thrown to the other side of the cliff like a meteor.

Seeing Wuming's heroic spirit, the other heroes were not to be outdone. According to the plan, they went straight to the molten mud.

The molten mud rose into the sky, forming a dark iron curtain, covering the sky and the sun.

Wuming didn't care this time, and didn't attack the molten mud directly. He broke through the iron curtain directly, and the flames on his body turned a piece of black curtain into a wall of fire.

Wuming broke through ten waves of molten mud in a row, and the molten mud turned into a wall of fire that lit up the sky red.

The molten mud flew and struggled, rushing towards Wuming one after another.

Wuming flew all the way to the sky above the big hole, turned around and flew northeast.

The molten mud, which longed for the flame to give it rest, also turned around and chased Wuming.

Mung also flew into the sky, waving blood flames. The blood ritual gave the molten mud fire and wounds, and also attracted a lot of molten mud. They followed Mung and headed northeast.

In another direction, three ancient dragons soared in the sky.

Lance Sanx was sandwiched between Furo Sanx and Sene Sanx, who had recovered their ancient dragon bodies.

Furou Sanx was very unhappy:

"I actually have to fly side by side with the traitor. Lance Sanx, why are you so indifferent to the king's affairs, have you also betrayed?"

"Don't quarrel, don't quarrel." Lance Sanx said, "I didn't invite you here to quarrel, show some strength."

The two dragons next to Lance Sanx were both very angry, and the long dragon flame surged down, covering the plains and lakes below.

The molten mud below was burned by the dragon flame, and like the immortals chasing the dragon flame, it followed the three ancient dragons to the northeast.

On the way, a dead bird with two skeleton-like flying dragons also joined in, spewing spiritual fire, burning the molten mud to ashes.

The molten mud followed these flame users all the way north, crossed the Carlo Hidden Cemetery, and flooded the dragon corpses all over the dragon altar.

Wuming and others turned to the right, and rushed to the finger ruins in the northeast with the molten mud.

The molten mud flowed down the cliff, and the cliff walls from the dragon altar to the finger ruins were all dyed blue-black.

Wuming and others did not rush to fly further. They dispersed and hovered over the finger ruins, closely observing the finger ruins below.

They planned to use the molten mud to check this empty finger ruins.

If the two fingers were hidden here and were flooded by the molten mud, something strange should happen.

Lance Sanx hovered in the sky, spitting fire and staring down.

Just as it approached the center of the finger ruins, a pink light flew over from the ground at an incredibly fast speed.

Seeing the pink flash, Furou Sanx and Senye Sanx dodged to both sides. The whirlwinds rolled up by the huge wings collided together to form a whirlwind, rolling Lance Sanx into it. Lance Sanx, who only had a pair of wings, could not dodge in time and was hit by the red light.

A red halo appeared out of thin air on Lance Sanx's body, covering her wings.

Lance Sanx fell immediately, and Furou Sanx and Senye Sanx dived down quickly, grabbing Lance Sanx's arms with one hand each.

In order not to cause turbulence, the two dragons adjusted the frequency of flapping their wings, slowly descended, and then dived in the direction they had just attacked.

Lance Sanx was full of anger. When she dived close to the ground, the halo on her body finally disappeared. She blew a mouthful of fire on the ground and pulled it up again.

"Is it a double finger?" Wuming shouted in the distance.

"No, it's a little bug." Lance Sanx roared, and the high-altitude hurricane delivered her roar.

Until the molten mud covered the entire finger ruins, climbed on the mountain-like giant hand, and was about to reach out to Wuming and others, no more abnormalities were seen.

Wuming gave an order, and everyone flew northwest.

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The dense forest, the bottom of a valley where no sunlight could penetrate, is the forbidden place of the horn people.

Although the sun cannot penetrate, it is not dark here. A strange orange fire fills the entire forest.

In the silent valley, there is only the sound of a flying insect, which flies slowly in the forest. Holding the festering eyeball in his hand, it makes a strange buzzing sound. The eyeball emits a lantern-like light, illuminating the surroundings.

The goat lowered its head and ate the eyeball-shaped plant that flashed orange light under its feet. It raised its head and its eyes showed crazy fire.

The goat stepped on a bunch of orange-red flowers, which swayed gently and made a series of bells. Under the shaking, the corpse with two eye holes and a distorted face was revealed under the flowers.

Hearing this series of bells, a humanoid monster suddenly appeared near the bells.

The monster looked like a skinny old man, with a hunched back and an extremely enlarged head that almost occupied half of his body. The head was full of eyeballs, all emitting crazy yellow fire. The huge head was like a ripe fruit, making it impossible for the skinny body to stand up straight.

The monster was walking with a cane. When it heard the bell, it instantly moved to the side of the bell, making a dull hissing sound and murmured. All the eyeballs on its head opened at the same time and swept around.

The old man-like monster subconsciously poked the cane forward and pierced the goat's body. The fire of insanity was injected into the goat along the cane, melting its body inside.

The goat screamed in pain, and the huge horns on its head hit the old man monster, but a wave of ripples passed, and the old man monster seemed to have no body, like an illusion, avoiding the goat's impact.

When the old man pulled out the cane, the lower body of the goat broke, and no internal organs and bones were exposed. Only lava-like blood was exposed with a splash, irrigating the dim grass.

The goat fell down and was buried by the flowers that could make bells, along with the twisted human corpse under the tree roots.

The forbidden old man, the forbidden person who directly touched the three fingers, is the taboo of the horn people, and is also an existence that all life should feel terrified and fearful of.

They harvested countless lives, passed on epilepsy to all living beings, and harvested grapes - the melted eyeballs of the patients. They rejoiced in madness, prepared for the madness that melted everything, and were the enemy of all life.

They strolled in the valley, the entire valley was their hunting ground, and all living beings were afraid of them because they were all prey. And no matter how hard the prey tried to escape, they could not escape. The forbidden old man would teleport to their side, making them feel the fear of death and the pleasure of madness.

Another bell rang, and the figure of the forbidden old man disappeared in an instant and moved in front of the bell. The eyes covered with his head stared together, illuminating the surroundings like a giant lamp. He looked around, looking for the creature that triggered the bell, and also spread madness to the eyes of the creatures.

He saw a sea, a blue-black sea.

The next moment, the forbidden old man was buried in the black mud sea. His body flashed in an instant and appeared in the distance. But it was useless, he was still in the sea. No matter how he flashed, he could not escape the mud sea.

Every orange-red eyeball like a giant lamp saw more white eyes staring at him, longing for him.

That's right, longing, no fear, no escape, hundreds of millions of souls tore his body, gnawed his grapes, coveted his crazy fire.

The whole valley was burning, and the forest covering the dome was also burning. There was no way to the sky and no door to the earth. This place was like a huge furnace with heaven and earth as the boundary. All you could see was flames.

Wuming Mung and the dragons rushed out of the flames and looked at the molten mud that kept rushing into the valley:

"This should be able to hold out for a while."

Wuming looked in the direction they came from:

"I wonder if Lao Lu and the others succeeded."