Chapter 452: Holy War Badge

"Wuhu!"

In the sky, the wings of the Death Ritual Bird covered the sky, and on the wings was a priest holding a ritual spear to protect the bird.

And on the twisted spine of the Death Ritual Bird, a man with bandages all over his body and a big horn on his head was waving his arms and shouting.

"It's great to have a vehicle!" Wuming cheered and danced on the spine of the Death Ritual Bird.

The Death Ritual Bird felt pain and fell slightly, but its huge wings were enough to keep it flying without much deformation.

Using this advantage, Wuming finally returned to the top of the cliff and flew straight to the northwest - the Tower Town of Barrett.

It's called a town, but in fact the building complex is quite magnificent. Even if people are in the sky, overlooking the building, they can feel it's quite magnificent.

The buildings of the Horned Man have many twisted columns, and spiral decorations appear everywhere in the building.

Behind the Tower Town, there is also a huge spiral tower, standing tall and huge. Even against the backdrop of the golden tree and the full moon, it is not inferior to the tower standing in the air. However, the spiral was obscured by the shadow and could not be seen clearly.

Looking at the giant tower in the shadow, Wuming remembered how much effort he had put into rebuilding the royal city, but he still hadn't even built a foundation.

The Horned People could build such a great cause, and the Tower Nation was definitely not a simple civilization.

The Death Bird fell from the city gate, and Wuming jumped down. Standing on the ground, he looked down at the Tower Town with a human body, and could feel the towering grandeur of it.

As soon as his eyes were attracted by the Tower Town, the Death Ritual Bird rolled and crawled back, flapped its wings, and immediately moved away from Wuming.

Wuming didn't chase it either. It was originally a forced melon, and he had no way to tame the Death Bird. If he didn't kill it, he would have a chance to tame it, but if he killed it, he would really have no mount.

Now his mind was not on the mount, but on the Tower Town in front of him.

Climbing up the stairs, Wuming pushed open the door and entered the Tower Town.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a bunch of big insects rushing over.

Wuming took two steps back and observed the insects.

The legs of the insects are very long, and when they walk, their leg joints are raised high, just like spiders.

But there is a tail on the back of the insects with a stinger hanging high.

When Wuming saw the stinger, he smiled with relief.

That was exactly the part he saw in the black soup, and it also proved that what the horned people said was true. This must be the place where the scorpion soup was produced.

Wuming looked at the insects that pounced on him and immediately felt full of pity. He was careful not to hurt these fragile ingredients, bypassed the attack, and entered the inner layer of the tower town.

When he walked into the tower town, Wuming smelled a burnt smell, and the familiar black ash and smoked horned people appeared in front of him again.

Obviously, this place was also bloodbathed by Messermo's soldiers, but now it is scattered and has some popularity. The smoked horned people here are stronger than those seen before.

Wuming relied on the big horns on his head to walk smoothly in the tower town. Basically, those horned people walked on their own and did not dare to look closely at him, a person with huge horns.

Wuming didn't communicate with anyone, and planned to walk around first. If he couldn't find the recipe, he would ask others.

The recipe was right in front of him, and he didn't want to reveal the truth as soon as he opened his mouth, and he had to fight with others.

He was not afraid of fighting, but from Wuming's observation, these corners were very stubborn, and would rather die than surrender. They wanted to overthrow the golden tree with their little strength. If he robbed it by force, he might not be able to get the recipe he wanted.

He put his hands behind his back and observed every corner of the tower town, observing whether there were any clues of cooking.

Ordinary people could indeed find vegetables, fruits and bread slices, but they never found scorpions.

Ordinary people didn't seem to have any traces of stewing, and he couldn't see any traces of using stoves and furnaces.

He was stealing bread in a family's kitchen while searching, and inadvertently saw a tall tower in the distance from the window, and thin smoke was wafting out.

"Here it comes." Wuming's eyes lit up.

Without caring about the unswallowed bread in his mouth, Wuming jumped out of the window and ran in that direction.

Turning the corner, he bumped into someone with a bang. Wuming's now thin body flew out and fell on the ground with a lot of ashes on his back.

After falling to the ground, Wuming felt sore all over, and he couldn't help but feel a little dignified.

The front and back hurt as much, which meant that the thing he had just hit was as hard and solid as the rock under his butt, without any deformation or buffering, like a firm fortress.

The firm fortress did not stop and soon walked into Wuming's sight.

The majestic mixed horn crown, human face armor, broad arms, and under the khaki shawl, pieces of iron shaped like muscles were pieced together to form a solid armor.

In his hands were two large curved swords, with rugged sword bodies and angular barbs on the blades, like two serrated knives.

Every step he took, the dust on the ground would be shaken away by three inches.

Wuming patted his butt and climbed up, looking at this guy cautiously. Although no one introduced him, Wuming had guessed the other party's identity when he saw the horn on the crown that was not much smaller than his own.

A real horn warrior.

No wonder Master Dawei Hu felt that he was too thin to be a horn warrior. The physique of this guy in front of him was quite majestic.

The most troublesome thing was that if the other party was a horn warrior, he would not be afraid to look at him carefully.

Will it be exposed? Wuming was a little nervous.

The horn warrior observed Wuming for a moment and bent slightly.

Salute? Could it be because my horn is a little bigger...

Wuming was thinking, the horn warrior had already kicked the ground, sideways shoulder bump, slightly bent his elbow, and rushed to his face.

Wuming felt like he was hit by a carriage, and flew out directly, crossed the stairs under him, rolled a few times, and stopped in front of a tree.

The horn warrior strode closer, dancing the two swords in his hands like a whirlwind, slashing at Wuming's head.

Wuming ducked and dodged lightly, supported himself with his hands, and kicked the horn warrior's abdomen.

The horn warrior did not move, slashed back with both hands, slashed at Wuming's legs, Wuming kicked hard again, and rolled to avoid it.

Standing up, Wuming looked at the horn warrior and exclaimed:

"Black Knight, you are the Black Knight!"

Wuming dodged the horn warrior's attack and tried to stab him from behind, but the thick armor covered all the gaps, completely avoiding the possibility of a sneak attack from behind. The horn warrior turned around and slashed, cutting Wuming's chest, and blood soaked out of the bandage.

Wuming covered his chest, the light healed him, and he grinned:

"Hiss... Stronger than the Black Knight."

The Horned Warrior continued to attack with heavy steps, not retreating a step, like a wild bull, silent and powerful.

Wuming's hands ignited flames, different from the previous blazing, this time the flames were black, and the black color swam in the flames.

Wuming fought and retreated, and at the same time, he threw out fireballs continuously, hitting the Horned Warrior with a dull sound. The black fireball seemed to have weight, burning and deflated the armor.

After the Horned Warrior discovered the black fireball used by Wuming, he attacked more fiercely, his eyes flashed red, and his two swords swung like crazy.

After hitting several fireballs, Wuming dodged a jump slash from the Horned Warrior, and pressed a fireball into the Horned Warrior's chest. The fireball exploded, and finally the rock-like body of the Horned Warrior shook, and he knelt on the ground unsteadily.

Wuming took the opportunity to kick him again, and finally kicked him out.

"This horn warrior is really hard to fight." Wuming wiped his sweat and shouted to the horn warrior, "Hey, I'm not here to cause trouble, I'm just here to eat, can we make peace?"

The horn warrior got up with difficulty in silence, still getting ready, ready to charge again.

The tip of the spear pierced the chest of the horn warrior from behind, and a burst of fire immediately broke out, burning the flesh inside the horn warrior.

This time, the horn warrior finally died and fell to the ground.

Wuming looked at the person behind the horn warrior.

The blond had a bowl cut, a red dress, and a light iron armor covering his body. In his hand was a spiral spear-shaped weapon, also made of dark red and silver iron.

"Thank you." Wuming waved to the unknown knight, "You are also a Sun Warrior, and you are helping others when you see injustice."

The blond pot-cut guy frowned:

"I am a Fire Knight, what kind of new heresy is the Sun Warrior? This filthy land is really full of filth."

Wuming was unhappy when he heard it, and shouted: "How can a Sun Warrior be filthy? You make a rash assertion without understanding the Sun Warrior, I want you to apologize immediately!"

The pot-cut guy ignored Wuming, squinted his eyes and observed Wuming: "So he is also a Horned Man, a filthy lightless person, who should be purified by fire!"

After that, he raised his spear and stabbed.

Wuming dodged repeatedly and explained:

"I am not a Horned Man, I am pretending. Isn't that why the Horned Warrior hit me just now?"

"Oh? Can even the blessing in the eyes be pretended?" The pot-cut guy sneered, with a golden light in his eyes, and swung a heavy spear with great force, heavy and fast, and the wind sounded wailing.

"It's true that I'm a faded one, but I just haven't been blessed." Wuming said.

"Then die, what has caused trouble to Queen Marika, be devoured by the fire of Messermo." The pot-covered man rushed forward and pressed in front of Wuming.

Wuming wanted to dodge, but his eyes flashed and he was stunned.

The pot-covered man stomped his feet on the ground, mobilized all his muscles, and pierced Wuming from bottom to top with the heavy thorn, hanging on the tip of the heavy thorn.

The flowing flames flowed from the gun body and blasted into Wuming's body. All the bandages on his body burned.

Wuming was pierced on the gun and burned quietly.

A wisp of black ash fell, and the pot-cut man wiped his tears excitedly:

"Ah, Lady Marika, our mother, please witness it. I have eliminated another thing that causes trouble! Please, bless us again and don't abandon us. We will bring you victory in the holy war--"

"Where did you get that thing?"

A voice interrupted the pot-cut man's pious prayer above his head.

The pot-cut man looked up and found that the man who should have become a charred corpse in the flames was raising his head, and a pair of lightless eyes in the flames were staring at him.

The ring finger pointed at the pot-cut man's neck:

"It's the necklace on your neck."

The pot-cut man lowered his head, and in the lining of his armor, a pyroxene crystal was shaken out of his clothes in the battle just now, flashing crystal light.

"This is my stuff." The pot-covered man frowned, "The vitality of the horned man is really strong. He is not dead yet--"

"Bullshit." Wuming widened his eyes, "This is my stuff. Where did you get it from?"

Wuming grabbed the red-hot gun tip with both hands, and pulled himself out of the gun tip with a little force, falling to the ground.

The pot-covered man saw Wuming so tenacious, and cautiously stepped back a few steps, but found that Wuming did not attack, but just stared at the pyroxene crystal on his chest.

The pot-covered man sneered: "This is my trophy, so it belongs to me. What, horned man, do you know this thing? I got it from a little thing."

Hearing what the pot-covered man said, Wuming was 100% sure.

The flames burned the bandages, and Wuming's dragon head frowned deeply: "What about the little horned man?"

"Of course he sent death and was devoured by the fire of Mersemer." Jarhead said, "That's the Horned Man, an unblessed filth. What, are you his father?"

Jarhead looked at Wuming's outfit:

"You look like this... you are not a horned person, you are an ancient dragon person. But it's the same, there is no blessing in your eyes."

Although Wuming had already expected it, the flames on his body danced wildly after hearing Jarhead's confirmation.

Wuming stared at Jarhead, but stood still, showing no offensive attitude.

"Why do you want to kill him?" Wuming asked, "Just because he has horns on his head?"

"What's your problem?" Jarhead said, "If you pity him, then go and accompany him."

With that said, Jarhead charged again, fighting forward.

But between the flames of the spear and the flames on Wuming's body, Jarhead, who charged feverishly, didn't notice that the ground also became red hot.

Just when Jarhead was about to pierce Wuming, the ground fire surged up, accurately forming a pillar of fire at Jarhead's feet, throwing him high into the air.

Wuming didn't let him fly too high. He grabbed the spear and swung it down, causing the pot lid to hit the ground hard.

Wuming grabbed the spear, stepped on it, snatched the spear away, turned the spear head, and stabbed it down.

There was a pop, and the tip of the gun penetrated deeply into the ground next to Jarhead's closed eyes.

A flame ignited in Wuming's hand, and he softened the spear. He inserted the tail of the spear into the ground, made a ring, and fastened the lid of the pot.

Wuming opened the necklace, stood up, and took a deep look at the pyroxene crystal. He looked down at the pot lid on the ground:

“Those who are not blessed shall die?”

Jarhead was burned to pieces by the red-hot gun body. He gritted his teeth and said nothing. When Wuming asked, he yelled: "That's right! This is the mission given to us by Queen Malika! This is a holy war." ! Fire will burn away the filth!"

Wuming was silent for a moment and asked:

"How much filth have you burned so far?"

"Who will remember this? Will you remember how many runes you have used?" Jarhead sneered, "But there must be thousands. This is a protracted holy war."

"More than a thousand years ago?" Wuming asked.

"It's been more than a thousand years." The pot lid head raised his head, "I have burned countless filth!"

Wuming hung the necklace in front of Jarhead:

"Why do you still keep these filthy things?"

"A trophy, isn't it?" Guo Jiahead scratched his neck.

"Trophy?" Wuming observed Jarhead's equipment, "This is the only thing in your body that is not yours. Why, after killing thousands of people, you only have this one trophy?"

Jarhead was somewhat silent, but still stared at Wuming.

"It's been more than a thousand years..." Wuming looked at the twisted shadow trees in the distance, "You have all forgotten what the junction looks like."

"Shut up, this is a holy war! We will not return to our hometown until we fulfill Queen Malika's wish!" Jarhead said angrily, and the burns on his body made his veins pop out.

Wuming activated the pyroxene crystal, and each product in the caravan, scenes at the junction were projected into the air.

Guo Jiahead roared angrily, but his eyes still glanced over unconsciously, looking at the scenes, even forgetting the pain.

The namelessness covered the crystal, and the phantom was shattered before his eyes.

Wuming said: "I gave him this crystal."

"Oh? So you are a member of that caravan." Jarhead said, "The border area actually allows you lightless people to exist. It is really contrary to Tiangang. What do local officials do for a living..."

"In order to do publicity, we naturally only promote some good things." Wuming said slowly, "You still don't know about the bad things, right? After being isolated here for thousands of years, you still don't know many things, right? For example, the fading of Ge Fulei , for example, Gold Godwin is dead, for example, the Broken War has been fought in the border area for hundreds of years, for example... Queen Malika went crazy, broke the ring, and now disappears. "

Every time Wuming said something, Jarhead's pupils would dilate. Then when he heard about Queen Malika, his eyes finally focused and he glared at Wuming:

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! You shameless liar!"

Wuming didn't argue, just looked down at him, staring at him wordlessly.

"Why did Queen Malika purge the lightless ones?" Wuming asked, "Or why is it considered filthy if there is no blessing?"

"Because Queen Malika said so, Queen Malika is a god, and her will is the truth." Jarhead said, "The truth will never disappear!"

Wuming asked: "For this, you would not hesitate to slaughter defenseless children?"

Jarhead laughed loudly: "You are not sympathizing with those horned people, are you? They are horned people, and horned people are born sinners!"

"Why are you a born sinner?" Wuming asked.

"Have you seen their horns?" Jarhead said, "Those horns will reject the blessing of the golden tree. Is there anything more filthy than this in the world? People with horns will eventually become crazy. You Do you think that little beast is innocent? During the thousand years of war, do you think those little beasts have not killed us, the truly chosen ones, and buried the evil spirits in the little beast’s horns? , I took the opportunity to blow myself up, I don’t know how many times I have done this, and three of my friends died because of it!”

Jarhead was panting as he spoke and his eyes were red: "That filthy little horned man bit me a few times. No one called a horned man is good."

Wuming listened quietly and said softly: "He is not called Horned Man, he is called Nalim."

But Pot-Covered Man said: "Horned Man are all the same, no matter what his name is, they are all Horned Man."

Wuming did not express anything, just nodded:

"The last question, where is the body of the child buried?"

"Buried?" Pot-Covered Man sneered: "It is inserted outside the city of Ensis, and it should have been melted with other people."

"Got it." Wuming nodded, "It seems that no matter how far it is, I have to go there."

After that, Wuming turned and left.

Pot-Covered Man was still struggling, trying to break free from the iron hoop, but in vain.

The blackened Horned Man who was avoiding or attracted by the battle nearby gathered and saw the bound Flame Knight and the back of the giant horn who left.

The Horned Man surrounded the Flame Knight, holding a hatchet and a stone in his hand.

Amid the sounds of flesh breaking and bones shattering, wild laughter could still be heard from the center of the crowd:

"The fire of Messermo will not let you go! I will return to the tree in honor and be reborn as a hero!"