Chapter 463: Evil Snake

On the lower floor of the species depository, the elevator had just come down, and a strong smell of incense hit our faces.

Messermo supported the wizard Patch and the others rescued and came to the lower level.

The further inside, the more obvious the blood was that even a scent of incense could not hide.

The wizard seemed to have smelled this smell, and he trembled. His eyes looked at Messermo with growing fear, and he subconsciously withdrew his hand.

Feeling the movement of the witch, Messemer looked over and saw the shaman's fearful eyes.

He glanced over his head, a sad look on his face that was supposed to be strong and cold. The lips were slightly pursed and trembling, the golden eyes were lowered, and the closed eye seemed to be leaking liquid.

"There are your tribe here." Mersemer said, "But if you don't want to see that scene, I can arrange a place off the beaten track for you."

This time, Messemer did not hold the wizard's arm and walked forward slowly, leaving only the wizard's back.

The wizard hesitated for a moment and followed.

Saw that horrific scene.

Standing on a platform, underneath was a blur of flesh and blood.

In the room below, there are several beds, but there is no one on them. There are only weird and deformed bodies, as if the hands and feet are melted and glued together. There is no human shape at all. The deformed flesh oozes blood, penetrates deeply into the sheets, and emits a putrid smell. .

The flesh and blood gathered into a pool of blood full of minced meat.

But in the midst of these horrifying scenes, several living pots were walking crookedly among flesh and blood, and there were also several wizards who were wearing pots on their bodies to cover their bodies, chasing and playing with the small pots.

It seems like adults and children are still chasing and playing in the village.

Decay and rebirth, horror and tranquility, stench and incense are mixed together, which is the scene in front of you.

The witch watched this scene, and let out a wailing cry from her hoarse throat. She fell to her knees in pain, and the hands and feet on her back fell limply to the ground.

Seemingly hearing her cry, the witches in the pot slowly gathered around. Looking at the painful witch, they touched her cautiously, as if they were afraid of scaring the other person due to their deformity, but also hoped to warm the other person.

The painful wizard did not resist and allowed other wizards to hug him.

Seeing that although the wizards were miserable, they spontaneously comforted the new tribesmen, Mersemer slowly retreated, standing alone in the shadows.

He closed his eyes and prayed in a low voice: "Mother, have mercy on those abducted witches. Bring salvation to them..."

Messermer prayed devoutly, perhaps hoping that when the witch was redeemed, he would be able to see his mother again.

But the mother did not appear after all, and the only answer to the prayer was deathly silence.

A pair of warm hands held his palm, as if answering his prayer.

Messemer opened his eyes and saw Lelana holding his hand tightly. Her helmet had been taken off, and she looked at him with eyes full of pity and sadness.

Messemer lowered his eyes: "Thank you."

Leilana did not speak. She had said all she needed to say in the past thousand years. The only thing she could do now was to accompany him silently. Let him feel that he is always there. The moon and fire have never been separated.

Messemer said: "Ensis is not safe as long as you stay here."

"The Horned Ones are no longer able to counterattack," Lelana said.

"I heard that a strong man appeared among the Horned People, and he looked like a king." Messermo said.

Leilana thought about Wuming's appearance and said:

"The horn man is just bragging."

Messemer nodded and said nothing more. He trusted Leilana's judgment.

Messermo looked at the bloody witches in fascination:

"Looking at the things that the horned people have done, you will feel that the horned people are damn filthy. But why, why, when I looked into their eyes when I killed those horned people, I still couldn't feel a trace of honor."

"It's very simple, because it's a waste. It's such a waste to kill so many human resources instead of just grinding them away. I came all the way to Shadowland for those few people, but you killed them casually , too wasteful.”

Wuming said and walked over.

"You!" Messemer was furious when he saw Wuming. He immediately took his hand out of Lelana's hand. The cloak on his body swelled up under the movement of the red snake, covering the shaman behind him. His spear pointed directly at Wuming. "How did you escape?"

"We were released, okay." Wuming said with a smile, "We were released by your subordinate Flame Knight."

"Flame Knight?" Messermo murmured, "Are they even going to betray me..."

The Flame Knight hurried past Wuming and knelt down on one knee in front of Messermo: "I have no second thoughts, but I understand you, sir, and you will definitely agree to the terms."

"Agree to the conditions? What conditions?" Messermo asked.

The Flame Knight stood up: "There are people in their team who claim to be able to heal wizards. The condition is to let them all go free and not to execute them."

"Healer?" Messemer said, "Who?"

Messermo looked at Wuming: "You?"

"Me." Greg limped down with a cane and looked at Messermo, "Hello, uncle - hello, aunt."

Messermo said: "Uncle?"

He had no impression of Greg at all. Among Patch's group, Greg was quite inconspicuous.

Greg said: "I am also of the golden clan."

"Main branch." Greg emphasized.

"Why are your eyes gray?" Messemer asked.

"No, I don't want to do it again." Greg held his head and wailed.

"Don't worry about how it faded." Wuming said, "The key is that he can heal witches."

"How did he do that?" Messermo said, "These witches were made into pots by the pot-maintainers. I tried all the methods I had, but I couldn't save them."

This time, Greg stopped wailing and became silent. Including the Flame Knight and Messermo, they were all staring at him. He never answered this question.

But now the arrow was on the string and had to be shot. Greg whispered, "I have been involved in limb grafting before."

"What is limb grafting?" Messermo also asked the same question as the Flame Knight.

Greg took a deep breath and glanced at the witch in the distance: "It's a technique similar to grafting other people's flesh and blood onto a witch..."

"Isn't that what the pot-maintainers do?" Messermo's eyes became terrifying.

"Hey, he has realized his mistake. Now he mainly uses this technology to help people heal diseases and reattach limbs." Wuming said, "Since the technology is of the same origin, maybe he can find a solution."

"Such a serious crime can be forgiven?" Messermo glared at Wuming, "Did you see the appearance of those witches? Did you see the pain they just felt?"

"I saw it, so what?" Wuming said, "Hey, it's not a big deal, it's just fused together, it's not like they're dead."

"It's not a big deal?" Messermo was shocked by Wuming's moral standards.

"Huh? Is it me who's weird?" Wuming was surprised, "But isn't the nature of your burning the horned man much worse than merging the body?"

Wuming gestured, "After all... that kind of fire will burn the soul. I thought the Golden Tree should also be very taboo about this kind of thing."

Messermo's anger suddenly deflated, and he was speechless in response to Wuming's question.

Yes, whether it's the horned man or the Golden Tree, the taboo about fire is actually greater than the act of reattaching limbs.

"Relax, I'm not criticizing you." Wuming smiled, "There's nothing taboo about burning souls, don't take it too seriously."

"Is there anything taboo in your eyes?" Laylana couldn't help but say.

"The only thing that affects my ability to make money is taboo." Wuming said, "Now, let Greg try."

Greg finally mustered up the courage and said to Messermo:

"I will try my best to treat them, please let my companions go."

A drop of sweat oozed from Messermo's forehead.

"Uncle!" Greg called again, once again emphasizing his identity as a member of the same tribe.

Messermo looked at the Flame Knight:

"Ask someone to go with him and keep an eye on him."

Messermo's winged red snake swam to Greg's face: "Let your companion stay in the vault honestly. This is the greatest freedom I can give."

"Then the deal is done." Wuming applauded, "Congratulations, let's shake hands and make peace."

Messermo stared at Wuming:

"It's not over yet, how did you get out again? The Flame Knight can't break my seal."

"Didn't you leave a window so you can put your head through it?" Wuming said.

Messermo looked at Wuming's head-to-body ratio and shoulder width, and didn't understand what Wuming wanted to say.

Wuming pulled the helmet hard, and with a pop, the helmet was taken off, revealing a sheep's head. The horns of the sheep's head were obviously stuck in the helmet just now.

Wuming slid out of the armor, showing his thin body:

"Throw the armor over first, then stretch your head over, and then become an ancient dragon and lose weight, so that your body can come over."

"What an ugly ancient dragon." Messermo said, "You look like a horned man."

Wuming laughed: "No way, the good-looking one is for the employees. Besides, if it's not this, I can't get out."

The thin Wuming went over and patted the thin Messermo: "Let's go, it's time to have a banquet to celebrate."

"Celebrate what?" Messermo asked.

"Celebrate our release from prison." Wuming said.

"I haven't set you free yet, and I'm the one who locked you up." Messermo said, "I'm going to kill you."

"How fresh, the one who's going to kill me." Wuming laughed, "But you're also the one who set us free, and the only one who can make the final decision."

Messermo pondered Wuming's words.

Wuming said: "Anyway, since we are not enemies now, let's have a drink first. I have something to tell you."

"Are you trying to persuade me to give up the holy war again?" Messermo said, "I said, this topic can be ended."

"No, let's talk about the border." Wuming bared his fangs, "I told you a lot of bad things, but I haven't told you about the good things yet. Come on, I'll tell you at the table."

"I don't drink." Messermo said.

"What a coincidence, I don't drink either." Wuming touched his butt and took out a small glass bottle from somewhere, which contained lava-like liquid, "Here, please drink this, our special alcoholic beverage."

Messermo resisted a little and looked at the little dragon's butt: "Where did you get it from?"

"Oh, don't worry about the details." Wuming grabbed Messermo's snake head and led him all the way to the storage vault.

As soon as I entered the vault, I saw Lance Sanx swinging on a huge horned man specimen, jumping between the specimens, very happy.

"What are you doing?" Messermo's eyes were straight, "This is a vault, you are too blasphemous."

"Same here, you have both snakes and fire, aren't you the same as me." Wuming handed the element bottle to Messermo, "When we fought before, you also felt it, right? Everyone has fire on their bodies, and they are full of evil and full of resentful souls. How great."

"Okay?" Messermo said.

"You are still young and don't know the good of fire." Wuming looked like an old man.

Messermo was obviously dissatisfied and didn't bother to pay attention to him.

Wuming looked at Messermo and sighed:

"You are the same as Mongget."

"Who?"

"Your brother." Wuming said, "It's the son of evil omen who manages the royal city that I mentioned before."

"You said that your mother gave birth to filth?" Messermo said.

"Aren't you your mother's child?"

"Of course I am my mother's child."

"That's it." Wuming said.

Messermo didn't say anything. He knew what Wuming meant. He himself was filthy, and his mother had given birth to a filthy son a long time ago.

"This is the curse..." Messermo smiled bitterly, "Hunting horned people, but the child grew horns."

"But do you know that Mungert is just like you, working hard for the Golden Tree." Wuming said, "He governed very well. The royal city was besieged by the King's coalition before, and he defended the royal city."

"Besieged by the King's coalition?" Messermo was horrified.

"You don't know?" Wuming smiled, "A lot of things happened in the border area. I'll tell you slowly."

Wuming handed the glass bottle to Messermo. Messermo hesitated for a moment, took the element bottle, took a sip, and felt as if he had taken a mouthful of fuel, and the fire in his body burned more vigorously. He was so scared that he didn't dare to drink anymore.

Wuming sat cross-legged on the specimen of the giant sheep. The huge horns on his head attracted the horned people around him and also attracted the flame knights.

Wuming talked about the fading of the first king, the night of the black knife, the broken war, and the darkest moments of the border area. He talked about the Blessed King, the return of the Faded, and the renewed vitality of the Border.

Wuming projected his memories, showing the prosperity of the Border, the upgrade of the Border, the magnificent giant trees, the people living and working in peace, and the sons of evil omen, hybrids, and the golden people, rebuilding the scene of the Border together.

Showing the wind, frost, rain and dew of the past thousand years.

The Flame Knights saw their hometown, the Horned Scholars saw hope, and Messermo, looking at the illusory images and the dazzling hometown of the Golden Tree, took another sip of the elemental soup and smiled gently.

Tanis also jumped out, no longer stingy with her dance steps, dancing passionately. Patch stroked the spider silk and played the ballads of a foreign land.

The collection room full of academic atmosphere suddenly became lively today, and the intense atmosphere disturbed all those who wanted to concentrate on research.

"Just celebrating freedom, you are really lively." Messermo said to Wuming who jumped off the specimen and walked to his side.

"It's more than just freedom." Wuming said, "Your men said before that we had to die. Now that we have survived a disaster, we naturally have to celebrate the joy of life."

"In fact, if we really fight, it's still unknown who will live and who will die." Messermo said.

"It's the same. When we fight, there will always be casualties." Wuming said, "This is not only a celebration for our own lives, but also for yours."

Messermo was a little nostalgic: "It reminds me of the carnival after the sacrifice."

"Are the people in the border area like this now?" Messermo asked.

"Almost?" Wuming said, "During the Broken War, everyone was tense, but now it's much better, and we have the leisure to entertain."

"Really..." Messermo murmured, and suddenly laughed, "That's good."

"After listening to the past of the border area, you don't seem to be so indignant?" Wuming observed Messermo's expression.

"I'm very happy." Messermo said, "Mother is right. The Golden Tree is indeed a better era. Our choice and persistence are not wrong."

"It is indeed much better than my hometown." Wuming nodded in agreement, "Your mother did a good job."

"But it is not perfect." Wuming said, "There are still many areas that need improvement. Many of the persistence in the past may have been correct in the past, but now they need to be changed. The current peace is not achieved by sticking to Marika's rules. It is necessary to change the past and improve the future."

"Why did my mother smash the magic ring and break the golden law..." Messermo couldn't understand.

"To seek change." Wuming guessed.

"But if the ring is not broken, there will be no Broken War, and the Golden Tree will still be perfect." Messermo said, "There will be no need for the Faded Ones."

"But if the ring is not broken, her child will die and cannot be saved." Wuming said, and suddenly thought of something, "Maybe... it's because of love."

"Because of love? As a result, the magic ring is broken?"

"You said that the Golden Tree is perfect, but you are not perfect." Wuming said, "Malika's children are not perfect. In order to achieve the perfection of the Golden Tree, all children have become abandoned."

Wuming touched the snake on Messermo's shoulder:

"Maybe she chose to give up the Golden Law in order to take you back - what she wants is a law that can accommodate her children."

Messermo was stunned, and the winged snake on his body curled up, and the scales rustled.

After a long time, Messermo came back to his senses and took another big sip of the elemental bottle.

"You may be lying to me like the priest." Messermo said, "But today I will be Kunlan for once."

Messermo looked at the lively vault, and his vision was a little blurred for a moment.

In a blurry moment, Messemo suddenly sat up straight, and the golden pupils in his eyes vibrated and flickered.

He covered the pupil with one hand, dropped the element bottle, and ran directly to the elevator to the wizard. As soon as the elevator sank a little, he jumped down along the gap.

Wuming was stunned: "What's wrong? Are you drunk and going to vomit?"

The Flame Knight was also shocked:

"What did you give Lord Messermo to drink?"

"Wine that can increase firepower." Wuming said.

"You are really damned." The Flame Knight said, "Lord Messermo has been restraining himself and suppressing his power all his life. In order to maintain his will, he doesn't drink wine."

"What will happen if he can't suppress it?" Wuming was curious.

"I don't know, the master has never failed to suppress it." The Flame Knight said, "It's just that the seal is unstable occasionally, and he will stay away from us."

"Oh~" Wuming nodded, picked up the element bottle, turned over and jumped off the elevator, and followed.

Passing by the wizard, he saw Greg standing in the middle of a pool of blood plasma, a little at a loss.

"Have you seen Messermo?" Wuming asked him.

Greg pointed him in a direction in confusion, but he still hadn't figured out the situation.

Wuming went forward in the direction indicated, passed a small door, and suddenly found a clear view.

This place has already left the vault, revealing the dim night sky.

Messemo was not far ahead, kneeling on the ground, his hands wrapped around himself, breathing heavily.

Lailana was also standing at the door, looking at Messemo worriedly, but did not go forward.

Lailana saw Wuming coming and said:

"Don't get close to him, it's dangerous."

"You won't go over if it's dangerous?" Wuming said.

"He will be very sad if he hurts others." Lailana said, "That will aggravate his self-isolation."

"So he is afraid of hurting others." Wuming suddenly realized and felt relieved, "Oh, then don't worry."

Wuming walked to Messemo:

"How is it? Do you need help?"

"Leave quickly." Messemo's cloak had been torn open, revealing his thin body. The two snakes that usually cling to him finally showed their full appearance, and they actually came out of his body.

Holes appeared on Messermo's body, and snakes came out of those holes, constantly swimming around Messermo, binding him tightly and helping him suppress the black breath that kept flowing out of his body.

Messermo's nails began to become sharper and longer, and Messermo would then tear his nails deep into the cracks of the rock, and then lift them off in the blood, and the sharp nails continued to grow wildly.

His flesh was also swelling and shrinking, his skin was torn inch by inch, his muscles bulged, showing snake-scale-like patterns, and it seemed that there were snakes swimming in his body.

At the same time, a majestic force was revealed in his body, as if a giant was breathing in his body, and the scorching fire power expanded from his body, as if it would burst out at any time and explode the surroundings.

"Go!" Messermo's sharp claws clasped his shoulders, as if he could no longer bear it. A big hole appeared behind him, and a dark red and ferocious giant snake rushed out from behind him. The giant snake was covered with blood pupils and exuded an evil breath. At the same time, it stared at Wuming, opened its bloody mouth, and revealed the densely packed barbed snake teeth inside. The blood pupils in the snake teeth were also staring at Wuming.

That gaze lasted for a moment, and then shattered Wuming on the ground, leaving only a pile of gravel and meat paste.

"I..."

Messermo watched Wuming shatter in front of him, closed his golden pupils in pain, and gritted his teeth to suppress the snake back.

"The little thing looks quite unique." Wuming's voice came from the front again.

Messermo opened his eyes and found that in the broken flesh and blood, a human figure stood up again in the blood. Then the blood faded, revealing Wuming's armor. He stood in front of Messermo as if nothing had happened.

Messermo was stunned for a moment, and the giant snake behind him immediately became arrogant again, as if to devour the villain in front of him again.

But this time, before the giant snake could devour, Wuming's body also split. The upper and lower parts of his body seemed to be separated, and there was an unnatural dislocation.

A black snake that was no less than a giant snake also jumped out from behind Wuming. It was called a black snake, but it was more like an amorphous mud ball in the shape of a snake. The extreme darkness swallowed up all the light from Messermo's flames, and only the position of his eyes revealed a spiritual light.

Wuming twisted his crooked upper body helmet, stared at Messermo, and smiled at him.

The black snake behind him also stared at the evil giant snake.

The evil giant snake behind Messermo seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then bit the black snake behind Wuming.

The two snakes intertwined, entangled, and bit, and there was no winner.

Then the evil snake behind Messermo bit the black snake's huge mouth, and then a fireball exploded in the air.

The flames instantly spread all over the black snake's body, and it slapped the ground in pain, as if it was in a rage. Then he slapped everything around him without caring about anything, whether it was the ground, Messemo, or the giant snake behind Messemo.

The giant snake was the largest and the most hated by snakes. The black snake hit the evil snake like a hammer, once, twice, three times...

Soon the evil snake was beaten into a pulp, but the snake seemed to be growing from Messemo's body, trying to break out from the huge gap behind him.

The black snake knocked Messemo to the ground with one head, staring at the hole behind him, hitting him again and again. The evil snake was smashed when its head showed.

After an unknown amount of time, the bridge cracked, as if the evil-suppressing stone was about to crack.

The big snake behind Messemo finally stopped moving.

He himself stopped moving.

Laylana hurried over to check Messemo's body, fearing that he was dead.

Messemo was still alive, but the mutations on his body had disappeared.

To be precise, it didn't disappear. With Leilana's support and help, Mersemer crawled out of the skin, shed the hideous layer of skin, and returned to his original normal skin.

The victorious Black Snake wanted to continue attacking Messemer and Leilana, but just when it opened its mouth, a ball of flame burst out from its mouth, and the flame spread again from the inside out, becoming even more fierce and fiery, black. The snake struggled with screams, slowly became smaller, and retracted into its armor.

Wuming still maintained his twisted upper body posture and was motionless.

Messemer felt his head buzzing. He got up from the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood on his hands.

Messemer looked at his bloody hands and smiled miserably: "It's so filthy..."

Messemer looked at Leila: "I... hurt someone else again."

Leila just hugged Messemer: "I'm here, at least I'm still here."

"What are you feeling? Help me straighten my armor." Wuming suddenly called out to him.

His armor seemed to have been bent by a huge force, and now it could not be reset. It still maintained a posture as if his spine had been broken and misaligned.

Leilana and Messermo stood up and helped Wuming reset the armor.

Wuming moved his body, his armor creaked, and he looked at Messermo with a smile:

"That snake of yours is pretty cool."

"That's a symbol of filth." Messermo said solemnly, "It's the curse I bear."

Leilana looked at Messermo's self-blame and felt heartbroken: "That's your nature. It breaks out occasionally. I can't blame you... You shouldn't suffer like this just because you were born as a snake."

Messemer's face was depressed, with sadness and pain in his voice: "Do you want to say that if I burst out and hurt others...and hurt my mother, you don't blame me?"

He couldn't identify with Lelana, couldn't accept his own nature.

Wuming also spoke: "Essence is difficult to suppress. There is nothing we can do about it. What we are comes from these qualities."

Messemer heard Wuming's words and looked at him:

"Why, do you also want to persuade me to accept my own nature? Are you also prepared to change and practice this kind of thing?"

"No." Wuming said, "Of course it's better to suppress something so dangerous. The essence is the essence. Our pursuit can be higher."

Messermo didn't expect Wuming to say that, and was a little surprised.

"Aren't I the same?" A small black snake emerged from Wuming's palm, which looked more like a ball of black mud. "Let's just say our powers are similar."

Wuming teased the little black snake:

"But repression is repression. Essence is the source of our strength. Letting nature become a boost is the purpose of repression. Sometimes, you just can't reject your nature, so that you can achieve greater goals."

Wuming crushed the black snake:

"In the field of filth and being regarded as a curse, I am your predecessor. Believe me, that's right. The reason why I can be unfavorable is because I accepted my own curse. A long sword stained with shit is like the reincarnation of Gwen ah."

Messemer looked at the black mud-like liquid with a foul smell and said:

"Believe it or not, you can tell me otherwise. You are indeed more blasphemous than anyone else and deserve to be cursed. I have seen a lot of filth, but none of them are as calm and calm as you. You are not ashamed but proud of it. You really deserve to be damned. "

"Really?" Wuming smiled, "Unfortunately, the curse I received is immortality. And your curse..."

Wuming suddenly thought of something, suppressed his smile, sneaked up behind Messermo, and observed the layer of skin that Messemer had shed. He lay there and sniffed it, then tore it off and tasted it.

"If you keep suppressing your true nature, will you have to shed a layer of skin from time to time?" Wuming asked him.

Messemer nodded.

"Then the skin you shed, is it considered divine skin?" Wuming's eyes were sparkling, "It's a rare material, can you sell it to me? You can steadily provide me with snake skin, and I'll give you a generous reward. How about it? It's a good deal. Right? Our business can last forever without capital."

Messermo stared at Wuming for a long time, then suddenly smiled: "Whatever, I'll give it to you."

"Okay, then we can make clothes out of divine skin." Wuming looked up to the sky and smiled, "Rich people must like this kind of precious fur."

Wuming picked up the shed skin, ignored Messermo, turned around and left.

"What a wonderful person." Messermo sighed.

Leilana was a little pleased: "You seem to have made a new friend."

"Not really friends, I just feel... it's a bit relaxing to get along with such a person who has no taboos." Messermo said softly.

"Shall we go back?" Leilana suggested, supporting Messermo.

"Um……"