Chapter 449: Believe in the Wisdom of Our Ancestors

Wuming sent the little horned man away, thinking about how to reasonably run to the tower town of Berit.

"Master Yongren, what are you doing?" After the discussion, the cornermen found Wuming deep in thought and came over to ask.

"Nothing, have you made plans? How are you going to get there? Have you found the mount?" Wuming asked.

"Mounts are not a problem. We can tame all the beasts on this land." The Horned Man said, "Bears may be more troublesome, but no matter whether they are cattle, sheep or pigs, they can be tamed."

Wuming gritted his teeth, which was a bit difficult to handle.

These creatures would stay away from him and he could not ride them. But would it be exposed if he directly said that he couldn't ride a small animal?

Wuming said grandly: "I want to ride something more powerful!"

"What do you want to ride?" The horned men were very respectful, "We will hunt it for you right now."

Wuming was a little bit stuck for a moment. His ability to train animals was so poor, wouldn't it be easy to expose him by talking about any animal?

Wu Ming suddenly came up with an idea, and had a flash of inspiration:

"No, I'm going to take care of it myself. I'm going to ride the bird."

"A divine bird?" Horned Man was in awe, "You are actually a divine bird warrior."

"It's not a divine bird, it's a tomb-guarding bird." Wuming said and left the cave.

In this plain of spiritual tombs, there are tomb-guarding birds perched on top of many tombstones. These tomb-guarding birds are not living creatures, but golems.

Is this demon no longer afraid of me?

Wuming was full of confidence and came out of the cave. He quickly found a tomb-guarding bird and rushed towards it with great enthusiasm.

He grabbed the tomb bird by the neck and rode on the bird's back.

Being so stimulated, the tomb-guarding bird screamed and flew up.

The wings made of stone were very strong, and Wuming was now quite light. After flapping a few times, the tomb-guarding bird really took off.

"Okay, okay! Birds, just fly like this!" Wuming shouted happily, and his voice passed through the air and reached the cave.

The crowd looked at Wuming in awe:

"From him, I saw the shadow of my ancestors."

"Which ancestor?"

"The divine bird warrior, this is how he tamed the divine bird in the first place."

"As expected of a brave man, it reminds me of that divine bird warrior, Onis, who became the patron saint."

The cornered people looked at Wuming with longing and reverence, longing for the day when they too would become a brave man.

One person said abruptly:

"But Sir Onis, after taming the divine bird, he fell while flying into the sky with the help of the divine bird and became the patron saint."

As soon as these words came out, the cornermen suddenly fell silent, staring at Wuming with sweat on their faces.

In the sky, the tomb guard bird screamed, rolled randomly in the air, and fell into the distance.

The people were silent for a moment, and someone said:

"We...do we have a new patron saint now?"

Wuming never expected that there was a soul inside the tomb-guarding bird golem. Soon after getting close, the soul began to jump for joy, and the body of the tomb guard bird began to struggle at its maximum intensity.

Naturally, it is impossible to stay in the air.

The wings flapping randomly caused the nameless person to fall quickly and slowly, with no pattern in the air.

Wuming had no choice but to watch the timing, one hand at a time, insert the dragon claw hand into the tomb guard bird's wings, and forcefully control it to spread its wings.

Sure enough, it worked. Their descent speed immediately slowed down a lot, and they accelerated towards the ground while gliding.

Wuming looked at the approaching ground and realized the falling speed. He felt that it was not a big problem and he would not be injured.

The ground disappeared.

Instead, there is a cliff.

The cliff, which was not far from the cave, now appeared at the feet. Below the cliff was an endless sea of ​​red flowers.

Close to the cliff, a long gust of wind blew by, and immediately the golem bird, which was only fixed by Wuming, tilted its wings, twisted its body, and fell straight onto the protruding rocks on the cliff.

"Ga, ah, oh, rua..."

Wuming screamed strangely every time he bumped into it, just rubbing against the bulge of the cliff and bumping all the way. The wings and body of the tomb guard bird are gradually crumbling, and the falling speed is getting faster and faster.

With a bang, Wuming fell to the ground, dust flew up, and flowers were scattered.

Wuming fell on a cage, and the structure of the cage gave him a little buffer, finally allowing him to survive with all his beard and tail.

Wuming climbed up from the cage that had collapsed and sunk into the soil, and held his back in pain: "My back..."

Stumbling, Wuming saw a cave next to him.

In the cave, human voices could be faintly heard.

Wuming felt some palpitations in his heart, and he suddenly realized that there was something healing in the cave.

Wuming hammered his back, vomited two mouthfuls of blood, and walked in while stroking the rock wall:

"Is anyone there? I'm so pitiful and in urgent need of scorpion soup. Is there any kind-hearted person..."

I cried miserably without a word, and went deep into the cave, nameless and silent.

"I thought there was a soup." Wuming entered the cave and looked around.

There were big pots all over the place, and blood and pieces of flesh could be seen everywhere.

"It turns out it's just a soul, so that's okay." Wuming picked up a piece of meat on the ground, stuffed it into his mouth, and ate it happily. The injuries on his body are also recovering rapidly.

"This place... really stinks." Wuming chewed.

He didn't feel much. The stench was not so much a smell, but more like the collapse spreading from the body to the soul.

Wuming felt familiar with this aura.

"Where have I smelled it..." Wuming pondered, "Is it a volcano... There are indeed corpses everywhere over there, but it doesn't look like..."

Wuming fell into deep thought and walked forward, carefully feeling the breath, hoping to awaken his memory.

The moment before he stepped on it, the inconspicuous pot beside him suddenly exploded.

A bloody thing roared sharply, and the roar set off a wave of sound, piercing into people's hearts with madness and pain.

Wuming raised his shield and jumped back lightly to observe the bloody flesh.

Wuming had also seen the contents of the pot. But this one was a little different, and it still retained a part of the human shape.

It looked like a woman with a beautiful face, her eyes covered by a cloth, and a diamond-shaped symbol engraved on her head that did not know what it meant. The woman was naked - to be precise, only flesh, no skin. The pink muscle fibers were exposed to the air. Except for the limbs and face, the whole body was festering and ulcerated, connected to other pieces of flesh, as if a super-large tumor had grown.

Wuming noticed that there were no horns on the woman's head.

The flesh extended to the back and bulged high. The slender woman looked like a dung beetle with amber several times larger dripped on her body and solidified. Her legs were trembling and she could hardly stand.

Wuming saw at a glance that the flesh on the woman's back and body were not diseased from her own body. Those flesh were attached to the souls of other people and kept squirming.

The moment he saw this monster and heard the roar, Wuming remembered the source of this breath.

Stonewell City, the limb-replacing room of Greg.

And his former hometown, there are many similar things.

The breath produced by forcibly gluing the flesh together, and the souls mixed and bit each other, and experienced pain and despair.

The roar was exactly the same as that of the limb-replacing nobles in the limb-replacing room.

Many faces emerged from the huge lump on the woman's body, and each face showed a painful expression and roared with the woman.

Wuming remembered the witches he had once had.

"They are probably like this too..." Wuming looked at the painful woman and sighed, "It's also very hard."

The woman who had turned into a tumor monster seemed to have already fallen into madness and lost her reason. After roaring, she flew towards Wuming.

Wuming opened his arms and hugged the woman without dodging or evading. The moment of contact, the tumor juice splashed, and the faces on the tumor twisted and struggled.

But soon those faces returned to calmness-death-like calmness.

The meat ball fell, and all the faces, including the women, returned to calmness, the calmness brought by death.

All the souls were forcibly sucked out by Wuming and taken into the spiral-like chest.

Wuming smacked his lips: "At least twenty people's souls."

After getting rid of this tumor, Wuming looked deeper into the cave.

The cave was a prison. The narrow passage was full of iron bars, bones, and cages. There were many such large pots located around along the way, and some were still hanging in the air. In some low-lying areas, corpses were thrown away at random, blood and water mixed to form streams under the feet, and maggots crawled in the soil.

The lower you go, the colder it gets. Wuming saw some people who were still in prison, picking up frozen maggots on the ground and eating them with relish.

Occasionally, you can see some blackened horns coming and going. Most people hide in the corners, but there are also people walking around normally, seemingly working.

Wuming thought of his current image, straightened his chest, highlighting the huge curved horns on his head, and walked in front of the little black man who was working.

"What's going on here?"

The Horned Man did not answer Wuming's question. Seeing him coming, he rushed over excitedly:

"Sir, let me go! I don't want to be here! I'm still young, not old enough to be tortured."

"Calm down, talk slowly." Wuming cast a calming spell on the Horned Man, "What's going on here? Who is doing limb grafting?"

"Limb grafting?" The Horned Man didn't understand what Wuming was talking about, "Oh, you mean the reincarnation ceremony of the sinners."

The Horned Man said: "This was originally a prison. Our duty is to punish and torture the sinners, and to encourage them to be good. But... Alas, more and more people have become sighers. I'm so scared. I don't want to become like that. I'm not mature enough."

"Sighers, are those tumors?" Wuming asked.

"Tumor? Those are sinners." The horned man said, "I'm talking about the horned people. Alas... You'll know if you go to the lower level. Alas, I don't want to become a sigher... That's not happiness at all."

"Sinner..." Wuming pondered, "Then that form is a punishment?"

"Punishment? No, no, no, it's a ritual to encourage them to be good." The horned man said, "It's for their own good."

"Are the carriers of the dismembered bodies also sinners?" Wuming asked, "I see that all the contents are attached to women, and the souls are obviously entangled around those women. The features of those women are quite consistent, all with white hair. It's new, what kind of ritual will limit gender as the core of the ritual?"

"Those, those are witches." The horned man said, "They have strong vitality and are suitable as the core of the combination. Witches are born to do this."

"Born? I think they seem to be in pain?" Wuming said.

"That is their mission." The Horned Man said, "The vigorous vitality comes from the furnace. The furnace needs to be channeled to communicate with the gods. Only after being tempered can these sinners become good people."

Wuming frowned as he listened, feeling that something was wrong.

"Aren't these witches sinners?" Wuming asked.

"They are the glue." The Horned Man said, "But at least in my opinion, they are also sinners now."

"Are they sinners now?" Wuming was a little surprised by Jiao Ren's choice of words, "What crime have they committed?"

Speaking of this, Kakuto suddenly became very angry:

"Because of Malika! That bitch dared to betray us! She also sent Messemer and his minions to burn us with fire!"

"Wait, wait, wait." Wuming interrupted Kakuren's indignation and suddenly discovered a big problem, "What does this have to do with Malika?"

"Malika is a witch." The horned man replied.

The answer is reasonable and natural.

The answer made Wuming take a breath, and the cold air in the prison even stung Wuming's chest.

"You guys... are you so brave? Don't you know who she is?" Wuming's eyes widened.

"We are the horned people?" The horned person was confused and glanced at the several large horns on Wuming's head. "Aren't you a horned person?"

"I... cough, I'm a mythical beast warrior, don't confuse me with you." Wuming thought of an excuse and quickly confirmed it again, "You did this to Malika's tribe? Don't you know she is a god? "

"God?" Kakuto became even more angry when he talked about this, "How could she become a god without us! That evil woman betrayed us, used our tower to become a god, sealed the tower, and even massacred us!"

Wuming didn't know how to react, he scratched his head:

"But...you...could it be that you treated the witch like this after she betrayed you?"

"No, it's been like this since ancient times." Kakuto replied.

Wuming held his forehead: "Isn't this just an act of pure revenge by Malika?"

"Why should she take revenge?" Jiao Ren was dissatisfied, "This has been our custom since ancient times, and countless sinners have done good things as a result."

"How did you form this custom?" Wuming didn't understand.

The horned man shook his head: "I don't know, but we have been doing this since ancient times. Our ancestors must have their reasons. How can we be smarter than our ancestors? There must be his reasons for doing this."

The horned man said: "We followed the custom and built a great tower. Doesn't this mean that our ancestors' approach was correct?"

Wuming stared at Kakuto, his frown never relaxing from the beginning.

Even with a layer of bandages, he looked very serious.

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Patch and his group were walking towards Enxis City, and Roger felt that the atmosphere on the road was a little subtle.

Most people were silent. Dann was a silent ascetic who didn't even fart along the way. Moore, on the other hand, wore the thickest and fattest armor, but he was submissive and did not dare to speak at all in the crowd. He would only talk to the little bug in his hand.

Even worse than the silence was the tension that permeated the team.

Leda looked at everyone with a cold look, and even stared at Ampach with a keen eye, caring about the past grudges and preventing any more bloody conspiracies that the Blood Dynasty might engage in.

And it’s not Leda who provides the most tension, it’s Patch who provides the most.

Since coming here, Patch's harsh words have increased several times. Especially when facing Colin, the trash talk came one after another.

And because these ten people came from five factions, Pachi, the boss of the caravan, and Leda, the leader of Michaela's side, seemed to dislike each other. Anyway, Patch would choke Leda from time to time, and Roger didn't know why Patch was so angry.

We're not halfway through the journey, and it feels like there's going to be a big melee within the team at any moment.

One of the two people climbed at the front of the team, and the other walked at the back. Once they communicated, they would always get into trouble.

Roger walked to the front, parallel to Patch, and sighed meaningfully:

"It's hard to lead a team."

Patch clicked his tongue: "I didn't want to come at first, so I asked Michaela's people to come. When I think about it, it's hard to deny the previous proposal."

Roger said: "You don't get along well with Mr. Colin. Why is that so? Do you also know Mr. Colin?"

"I don't know him, and I'm not interested in knowing him." Patch said, "Do you know him?"

"We have worked together in the Round Table Hall before." Roger said, "Mr. Colin is a devout clergyman."

"That's why I'm unhappy with him," Patch said. "That guy gives off a smell that I hate, and it's definitely not because there can only be one bald person in the team."

Roger looked back at Colin, his hair wrapped in cloth, wearing a coarse linen priesthood robe, and a heavy wheel shackle around his neck.

"My hair is just short and wrapped in cloth, not bald," Roger said.

"Huh, I'm not interested in the priesthood anyway." Patch said, "Those people in Michaela also have a similar stink, but that little fat guy is better."

Roger laughed and handed Patch the meat skewers he had grilled:

"But after all, you are traveling with your wife and children. If the atmosphere is so tense, it is not a good process, and it is not good for the children. Children are most easily affected by the atmosphere."

Patch groaned twice, without comment.

Roger walked to the end of the line and spoke to Colin: "Mr. Colin, long time no see, why did you leave the round table too?"

"Hmph, Gideon is no longer worthy of being the leader of the Round Table. I no longer want to stay at the Round Table to serve him and others." Colin was quite angry in his words.

"What's wrong with Sir Baizhi?" Roger was surprised. He didn't often stay at the round table and only remembered that Sir Baizhi was a very smart man. As both a scholar and a magician, Roger still respected Sir Bai Zhi very much.

Thinking of Colin's faith, Roger tried to say:

"Did he also betray the Golden Tree?"

As soon as Roger finished speaking, he saw several veins popping out on Colin's forehead, which seemed to arouse his anger.

It seems that he guessed it right, Roger thought to himself. He didn’t know what kind of treacherous thing Sir Bai Zhi had done to be so resented by Colin.

"That guy watches Mikayla's live broadcast every day!" Colin's fist hardened.

Even though he knew Colin couldn't see it, Roger had an awkward smile on his face.

"Ah, this kind of thing..."

This matter seemed particularly worthy of indignation. Colin opened the conversation and began to talk endlessly:

"The Golden Law preached by Michaela is completely against the right path! He is simply a heretic! He actually secretly modified part of the Golden Law during the live broadcast!"

Colin plausibly said: "I just want to ask him, I want to ask him, this Michaela, has he ever learned the Golden Law?"

Roger's face became sweatier:

"As far as I know, Lady Michaela's parents are probably the founders of the current Golden Law. He learned the Golden Law from Malika and Radagon."

"But he abandoned the fundamentalism of the Golden Law!" Colin became even more angry. "Even though he has such unique conditions, he can't recognize the goodness of the Golden Law! Instead, he spreads fallacies and heresies."

"So you left the Round Table just to find Michaela and ask him if he had learned the Golden Law?" Roger asked, "Then why did you come to the Land of Shadows again?"

"I left the Round Table because I just felt that Gideon was not worthy of my service. Not only did that guy read Michaela's fallacies every day, but do you know what he also said?" Colin said.

"What?"

"He actually said that Master Two-Finger has been damaged." Colin was heartbroken. "He has been corrupted by Michaela, so I want to leave the Round Table and find someone worthy of my following."

"Michaela?" Roger was surprised.

"How is that possible? I'm looking for the Master of the Golden Mask." Colin said, "Have you heard of the Master of the Golden Mask?"

Roger recalled briefly: "Oh, it's that person——"

"The Master of the Golden Mask is a true genius, a master of studying the Golden Law!" Colin interrupted Roger, with an excited look on his face, "You know Malika's motto, right?"

"I know." Roger said, "When I took Miss Feiya to escape from the Round Table, I hid in a tourist group. There was a one-eyed tour guide who kept promoting Malika's maxims. He took us to many places in Malika. Card Church.”

Colin said: "And you and I are both faders, and we should understand better - after we die, blessings will come again and wake us up again. Resurrection, that is the miracle of the golden tree."

"It's a pity that I can't see the guidance now." Roger felt a little regretful. He also missed the feeling of not being confused when the blessing came to him.

Roger glanced at Feiya: "But now I have found my own guidance."

Colin said: "The dead will be guided again, and the Master of the Golden Mask was not yet dead at that time. When he was a Faded One in the past and was still outside the junction, he had accurately predicted that the blessed guidance was coming. So drink up the poisonous wine."

Colin's words are full of admiration and praise:

"He must be a more pious master than I am, and one who understands the Golden Law better."

"Then how did you find Lady Michaela here?" Roger asked, "Didn't you find the golden mask?"

Colin's enthusiasm seemed to have been splashed with cold water, and he felt a little lonely: "No, I found it. But, but..."

Colin became excited again: "Master Golden Mask is actually watching Mikayla's live broadcast too!"

Colin coughed excitedly, and Roger patted him on the back:

"Don't get excited, maybe people will look at it critically."

"Yes, the master must be looking at it critically." Colin said, "It must be to refute Michaela's wrong remarks!"

Colin whispered: "But... I saw wavering in the rhythm of the master's fingertips. It's terrible, Michaela, he must be using charm to control others! This kind of fallacy, shut down, must Turn it off!"

Colin said: "In order to remove Mikaela's charm, I left the Golden Mask Master, came to the door, and faced Mikaela directly."

"You are so young." Ampach, who was also standing at the end of the line and heard the conversation, stroked his beard and was filled with emotion.

"Then how did you get here?" Roger hesitated, "Are you... also charmed?"

Colin glared at Roger, and it seemed that he could see the glaring eyes through his blindfold: "My faith will not be shaken! It was Michaela who promised me. He promised me that he would turn off the live broadcast, as long as I help him become the golden tree Priesthood, go negotiate with the Golden Tree forces in the Land of Shadows and bring back the caravan boss.”

"That's right." Roger said, "Since it is for this goal, we are still partners, and we still have to get along well, so that we can work together to accomplish the goal."

After persuading Colin, Roger and Leda made eye contact.

Leda said: "Don't worry, the mission given to me by Lady Michaela comes first."

Roger said no more, returned to the middle of the team, sighed, feeling deeply tired.

"Thank you for your hard work." Feiya wiped Roger's sweat.

"Alas, this team has to disperse without me." Roger said tiredly.

Fiya gently hugged Roger from behind, her breasts pressed against the back of Roger's neck, and the warmth from her body under the gauze was transferred to Roger.

Feiya said softly: "Are you feeling better? Are you still tired?"

Roger closed his eyes and felt the warmth on his back. He blushed slightly and was silent for a moment, then said:

"I'm not that tired mentally, but physically..."

"Sorry, I sprained my ankle." Fia lay on Roger's back, "I can only heal others, not myself."

"It's okay." Roger took out the staff, put it behind his back, and put it under Fia's buttocks. He grabbed the staff with both hands and carried Fia on his back.

The faint fragrance of lily of the valley on Fia's body was floating around, constantly boosting the spirit of the team.

Ampah at the end of the team smelled the fragrance: "It's refreshing. Leida, you should relax more. You are much more tired than brother Roger."

Leda, who was at the end of the team with Ampah, had bloodshot eyes in her helmet. She ignored Ampah and continued to look at everything around her, the surrounding environment, and her teammates with her eyes shining with sharp golden light.

"Someone is approaching." Leida said, "There are about a dozen people, with horses and armor."

Hearing this, Lance Shanks kicked his feet, spread his wings behind him, rose more than ten meters, and looked around.

A moment later, Lance Sanx landed:

"In the back, half of the Messermo soldiers with a black knight, all injured, will meet us."

Patch said: "Then change the lane first and avoid it."

Patch carried Greg on his back and moved sideways away from the main road.

Roger said: "From the trajectory, the other party should also be from Ensis City, maybe we can go together?"

"Go together? That's fine." Patch smiled, "Then Leida, you go ask."

"You don't have to command me." Leida said, but she didn't refuse. She was dressed well and was ready to negotiate with the Messermo soldiers.

Patch said: "Let's hide."

"Why hide?" Roger was stunned.

"You don't have to hide." Patch carried Greg on his back and moved sideways to find a place to hide.

Roger was skeptical, but he still hid. Leaving Leida alone to meet him.

The soldiers approached, and indeed, as Lance Sanx said, many of these people were wounded, and their armor was stained with blood, which mixed with the black ash in the original armor, like black molten mud.

Although all the soldiers were wounded, they also had achievements.

The soldiers raised their spears high, and the enemy's corpses were pierced on the spears.

There were blood monsters, horned people, and some of the spears were stacked in several layers, and it was almost impossible to see how many people were pierced. All the pierced people were burned into black charcoal by the flames, and the board was connected into one piece.

From a distance, it seemed that they were talking happily. After a while, Leida made a gesture, indicating that Patch and the others could come out.

"Remember, don't let your guard down." Patch warned the others, and then walked out.

As Patch and his group approached, the Messermo soldiers were a little confused at first, and observed for a moment in hesitation, and finally took out the axes, spears and hammers.

"Huh? Why?" Roger was surprised, "Were we not talking just now?"

"Filthy! Damn it!" The soldiers of Messemo shouted loudly and rushed towards Patch and others fiercely.

"No, how come we are filthy?" Roger shouted.

"We are faded ones, don't forget." Patch said lightly, "People hate us."

"Although we are faded ones, we came from the royal city!" Roger drew out his rapier and shouted to the opposite side before they came into close combat, "We even reported to the King of Blessing and the Golden Tree. Look here, here, there are priests who believe in the Golden Tree——"

"Shut up, lowly lightless ones!" The soldiers of Messemo shouted angrily, "Queen Marica's order is to purge you, do you dare to question the queen's wisdom? The queen must have her reasons for doing this! Go to hell!"