Chapter 478 The End of the Holy War

In Shadow City, another golden crack opened. A bronze-skinned female warrior with two eagle axes on her waist and leather armor dotted with gold walked out of the crack.

Neferi breathed the air of the Shadow Land, observed the Shadow Land, and was filled with emotions.

In the camp in front of the Shadow Land, several black knights aimed their weapons at Neferi as they watched the unknown female warrior suddenly appear.

Neferi looked at them and smiled, picking up her double axes.

After a while, Neferi boarded the big elevator in Shadow City, followed by a group of black knights who fell to pieces.

Wuming and others were having a meeting in the square of Shadow City.

Seeing Neferi coming, Millicent went over to greet her.

Others heard that he was the new king of Nimgefu, and they all treated him with courtesy.

"You unlucky kid, you just came here now." Wuming sat aside. The crabs were runes, and the shrimps were paired with scorpion soup. "They're all done."

"I'm busy." Nefeli sat slumped next to Wuming and took away a piece of shrimp from Wuming, "It took a lot of effort to ask for leave from Hyde."

"Are you just here for sightseeing?" Wuming said.

"Come to worship our ancestors." Neferi said, "This is my ancestral home."

Neferi gnawed on the shrimp and sniffed:

"There is no smell of blood. I thought that when I came back, I would see the weak being ravaged, plundered, and killed again, a scene of hell on earth."

"This is no longer a war." Wuming said, "Thanks to my unblocking."

"As expected of you." Nefeli elbowed Wuming, causing him to cough several times and almost choke.

"You damn kid, don't hit me like that." Wuming swallowed back the crab meat he coughed up.

"You're very weak, aren't you?" Neferi also noticed Wuming's weakness.

"The result of dredging." Wuming said, "It's a huge loss."

Neferi took out a large piece of gold rune from her pocket and said, "Here."

Wuming grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth, a little surprised:

"It's so atmospheric."

"We have a good harvest this year." Neferi said, "I wanted to come and play with you, so I picked out a gift. You love this one, so I prepared this for you. When I get back, I will give you tens of millions of runes."

"Little sister." Wuming shouted respectfully.

After being shouted at, Neferi started to gasp, crossed her legs, and hugged Wuming's shoulders:

"Call King Neferi, follow me, and you will have meat to eat. Hyde calls me every day to get married, and if you want me to be a royal husband, Rune has enough control."

Before Wuming could answer, a strand of blond hair fell in front of Neferi's eyes. Mikaela bent down and approached the two of them with a smile: "Come here?"

"Thank you for opening the door." Neferi greeted Mikaela.

"I'm finally back. How were the negotiations these days?" Wuming asked.

During the peace talks, Wuming was just responsible for opening up a hole. During serious discussions, all aspects would be involved. Mikaela was good at negotiating, so this task was left to him.

Michaela said: "Because the Jihad Army can make a lot of concessions, the Horners will not have any complaints in terms of interests. However, there is one thing. There are still many different voices within the Horners."

"I guess, it's still hatred." Wuming said.

Michaela nodded: "After all, not long ago, both sides were still trying their best to destroy each other. The Holy War Army did use flames, a quite taboo method. For the horned people, this is always an unforgettable hatred."

Mikaela said: "Everything else is as you wish, and the Horned People also agreed to build a factory in the Cemetery Plain.

"As for the revitalization and reconstruction project here, I want to let the Cape people have more contact with the Golden Tree during the project, and it is best to tie their interests together. The Cape people who have deep hatred have no choice but are willing to follow the old woman, but they still A person with a grudge can soften his hatred.”

Neferi raised her hand: "I can help with this."

"You still have this ability?" Wuming didn't believe it. "This is a job that requires wisdom."

Neferi said: "Isn't it about the golden people and the platinum sons?"

"It's a bit similar," Wuming said.

Neferi said: "You have been busy for so long, and I have learned a lot and gained experience. Now in Nimgefuli, the people of gold and the sons of platinum can live together normally. We have no idea how to persuade gold. The people have rich experience and have mature plans to alleviate the conflicts between the two ethnic groups.”

"Yes." Wuming said, "But this time it's not just the Golden People who are difficult to deal with. The Horned People are not as gentle as the Platinum Sons."

"If that doesn't work, ask Hyde to come over and help." Nefeli pushed the matter to Hyde without any pressure.

Michaela said: "Neferi should really be able to speak to the horned people. After all, they have some connections. Having the king of the domain to smooth things over will also make the horned people more confident."

Wuming said: "As for those horned men who can't let go of their hatred... let me solve it. Messermo and I have already discussed it."

Over at Mersemer, Lelana was applying medicine to Mersemer to heal the injuries he sustained while fighting Monger.

After taking the medicine, Leilana pressed herself against Messermo's back, with a look of peace and relief on her face:

"The Holy War is finally over."

"Yeah." Messermo just responded.

"The war is over, would you like to come back to Kallia with me?" Lelana said, "I haven't been home for a long time."

Leila hugged him from behind:

"Then I will accompany you back to the Golden Tree to meet your mother and confirm her will in person."

Messemer seemed a little silent, and the winged red snake on his body pulled Lelana's hand away.

Messermer put on his clothes and moved away from Lelana.

Just like it used to be.

Leilana looked at Messermer, the moonlight twinkling in her eyes:

"Why?"

"There is one more thing that has not been completed." Messermo said, "Before that, I can't make a promise to you."

"One more thing?" Leilana was confused, "But... the holy war is over."

"There is no hatred yet." Messermo left the darkroom.

Outside the door, Wuming was already waiting.

"Are you ready?" Wuming asked.

Messer nodded:

"Take me to see the horned man."

Leilana opened the door and looked at the two people leaving.

"What are they going to do..." Lelana murmured.

Melina suddenly appeared next to her, like a ghost, and said: "Messemer released the fire and lit the sealing tree."

"So what happened?" Lelana asked.

Melina's left eye opened slightly, showing the twilight luster, and it looked like Mersemer's leaving figure:

"Since the Holy War, Mersemer has taken all the lamentations and curses upon himself."

"That's because of Malika." Lelana said.

Melina nodded: "Yes, he bore most of the curses and lamentations for his mother. Because of this, he is the person whom the Horned People hate and hate the most."

"He didn't want to do that..." Lelana murmured. "Every night, he couldn't sleep in pain. He would dream about the people he killed, and he would be tortured by the wails and couldn't sleep - so I thought Let him end the jihad."

"But he still did those things." Melina said, "Therefore, he can only be the one to seal the tree. Only by taking the initiative to unlock the seal can he gain forgiveness."

Lelana said, "He also built a vault."

Melina nodded: "He has done everything he can. Now he has to do the last thing."

"One last thing?" Leilana's heart palpitated.

"Those who advance with the fire will one day meet their destined death." Melina said, "He must now take the initiative to welcome his destiny and welcome that day."

Leilana finally understood, her feet felt a little soft:

"How could...how could this happen? The Holy War is clearly over..."

She looked at Melina, her lips trembling:

"He hasn't gone to see his mother yet."

"Messemer was talking to me about this that day." Melina said: "He said that he started the jihad and ignited the fire of betrayal, so he could only end it. The end of the jihad. , it can only be this. Those who advance with fire will meet their destined death."

Melina closed her eyes, recalling the sound of the wind on the city wall that day, and repeated Messermo's words——

"Whether you want to lament or curse - come to me."

Messemer walked beside Wuming and said this without feeling any regrets about himself, with a relaxed smile.

Messemer said: "I have always taken the responsibility on myself, and now it is finally paying off. After all these years, it has not been in vain."

"This is not the only one that was not in vain." Wuming said, "Grek found a way to save the witch."

"Have you found the last piece of the puzzle?" Mersemer asked, "It doesn't mean that the wizard will go crazy and be difficult to cure."

"It's the Horn Man's horn." Wuming said, "In order to seduce the gods, the Horn Man not only practices penance, but also has techniques to improve his reason and will. Greg found the documents from the depository, and I went to ask the people of the tower. On the other hand, they also saved a lot of raw materials that can be used as materials.”

"It's actually a horned man..." Messermo was stunned for a moment, then smiled with relief, "That's great."

Messemer looked at the shadow tree in the distance:

"Now, I have no regrets."

"Do you really have no regrets?" Wuming said, "Don't wait any longer? You can wait a little longer, maybe you can see your mother again."

"No need." Messermo smiled, "It's not appropriate for such a guilty person to go see my mother."

"No matter how big of a deal it is, your mother will be punished."

"I still want to resolve the matter of the Land of Shadows first." Messermo said, "A clean Land of Shadows is my salvation and my mother's salvation."

Messermo looked at Wuming: "And I believe you."

Wuming laughed and patted Messermo on the shoulder:

"Don't worry, the hardest part will be over soon, and the rest will fall into place."

Wuming said: "Those who are the most radical among the Horned People have collectively sacrificed themselves and become souls. The remaining people, because of the many things you have done, plus my eloquence and my good employees, Take a pinch with your hand."

The two walked through the scorched earth, past the dilapidated church, and past the tomb lit by flames.

There, new shoots are poking out of the soil.

The two came to Tower Town and came to the corner man.

The horned people, led by the horned old woman, have gathered in front of the stage square where the mythical beast is.

They saw Mersemer, causing a commotion.

Most of the horned people don't know the purpose of Mersemer's visit. They believe that Mersemer is here to persuade them to let go of their hatred.

"Messemer himself said, can we let go of our hatred?" Representatives of the Horned People stood opposite the old woman, representing another position. They said to the old woman, "This kind of hatred must not be let go."

"You don't have to put it down." Messermo stepped forward and walked to the corner man.

He stepped onto the high platform where the mythical beasts once danced, and it was the stage where sacrifices were once made.

This move caused another wave of anger. The Horned Men remember how many mythical beasts Mersemer killed.

Messemer looked at the bustling hornmen under the high platform, lowered his head, teased the winged snake on his body, and said softly: "Thank you for accompanying me for so long."

Messemer looked at the horned man:

"Everyone, you should already know my identity. I am Mersemer, the leader of the Jihad."

"What are you doing here?" the corner men shouted.

"I came to atone for my sins," Messemer said. "I started the holy war. At first I believed in my justice, but a thousand years later, I caused too many indiscriminate killings."

When the horned men heard what Messemer said, they became even more angry: "Do you expect that just by saying this, we will let you go? Let you go?"

Messermo shook his head: "I didn't ask you to let me go. I'm here today to eliminate hatred."

The horned men watched indifferently, ready to laugh and curse no matter what Mersemer said.

Messermo spoke: "Today, I will eliminate my life and my sins here."

"Life eliminated?" The people were stunned for a moment, unable to believe what Messermo meant.

Messemer threw away his big spear, pulled out a dagger, stabbed it on his body, pulled it away, and took out a piece of flesh.

Blood sprayed on the stage of sacrificial sacrifice, and Messemer cut off his own flesh with one knife. He grabbed the snake-like muscles on his body and tore them off one by one.

The already emaciated shadow on the altar was almost reduced to a bloody skeleton.

The bloody human figure opened its single eye angrily and announced to the horned men sternly:

"Today, I will cut the flesh and remove the bones, and my life will not stop here."

Messemer grabbed the ribs and removed them section by section.

The right foot collapsed, the left foot collapsed, and the right hand was broken, leaving only two red snakes running through the skeleton, still supporting his body.

Then he finally couldn't hold on any longer, and Messemer's figure was scattered on the altar. He stretched out his left hand and took off his eyeballs.

A black aura came out of Messermo's holed eye sockets, and his broken and disintegrated body swelled and deformed, as if an evil black snake was born from his flesh and blood. But in this broken body, it only appeared for a moment, then wailed and struggled, and collapsed together.

Finally, there was complete silence. Under the struggle of the black snake, there was only a pool of blood, snake scales and broken bones left in the altar.

The people held their breath and stared at the sacrifice, silent for a long time.

Wuming also jumped up to the altar, collected Messermo's bones and the eyeball, and put them into a bag.

"Okay, now, is there anything else to say?" Wuming said.

The horned people looked at each other, and the horned people who were obsessed with revenge focused their attention on the former horned representative. I hope he can help make the final decision.

The representative from the corner stood up, a little unnatural:

"I want to ask, where are the others?"

Wuming jumped down from the altar:

"This Mersemer told me. Ordinary warriors fight with you, each with his own injuries. Everyone fights with the hatred of their relatives and friends being killed. As for those who are truly corrupt, Mersemer has already digested it internally - —There is a special punishment team to punish those people. You can go to the punishment fortress for acceptance. "

"Where are the top leaders of the Black Knights?" Kakuto said, "Captain Andrews, deputy commander Xiu."

"To be honest, Andros didn't kill many people." Wuming said, "He was the leader of the first generation of Black Knights. He was imprisoned in the cemetery early because of his resistance to Mersemer. Mersemer was seriously injured as a result, which directly led to the progress of the purge. We are so far behind, yet we have saved so many of you in disguise.”

The horned man puffed his beard and stared: "Can you still count it like this?"

"It's not about the heart when it comes to performance." Wuming said, "He does hate you deeply, but he didn't use despicable means to deal with you, right? He killed your mythical beast on the battlefield, I think it's not bad. You will treat Ge Fulei Do you hate him too much? He even killed your king."

Kakuto pursed his lips, somewhat speechless.

The most taboo thing for the Horned Men is indeed flames. Although the other casualties are also sad, they are still far from hating Messermo. After all, Mersemer made them suffer by fire, which would melt their souls and disappear. For those who advocate asceticism, this is far more difficult to accept than physical suffering.

Thinking of this, Kakuto realized:

"Messemer made us suffer from fire, but his soul must not be destroyed yet."

"You discovered it." Wuming smiled, "Then, what are you going to do?"

Wuming handed the bag of blood bones to Jiao Ren:

"Are you going to imitate Messermer and inflict fire on him, completely burning his soul so that he can never be reincarnated again?"

The horned man's eyes flickered, looking at Messermo's flesh and blood with a complicated expression.

The Horned Man looked around, looking at the expressions of other Horned Men, and finally returned to the blood and bones of Messermer.

"The punishment our clan imposes on sinners is to preserve their souls in the hope that they can be reborn as good people." Kakuto said, "His sins and karma have been destroyed along with his body and have been wiped out."

The horned man raised his head proudly:

"We will not be like the Golden Tree, which has no bottom line, even burning people's souls, and depriving them of the opportunity to be reincarnated as good people."

The unknown person stretched out his hand and said with a smile:

"So it seems we have reached a consensus?"

Kakuto wanted to shake Wuming's hand, extended his hand halfway, then retracted it, and then retreated behind Kakuto's old woman.

The horned old woman stretched out her hand and took Wuming's hand again, just like she had given him the guardian spirit before.

"The peace talks are complete." The old woman said, "You really fulfilled your promise."

Wuming nodded: "The Holy War is over."

When Wuming came out of Tower Town carrying a bag, he saw Leilana waiting for him outside.

Leila's eyes were red with murderous intent.

"You have planned this for a long time, right?" Leilana said, "That's why he has never dared to promise me anything."

Wuming nodded: "Yes, I told Messemer a long time ago, and he agreed - this is the only way to eliminate hatred."

Leilana rushed towards Wuming, grabbed his neck, her expression was fierce, but she didn't know what to say, tears gradually overflowed.

"Don't worry, it's such a big deal." Wuming said.

Leilana's eyes became increasingly murderous.

"Please, your husband is a snake." Wuming said, "I wonder what the characteristics of snakes are?"

Leilana was a little confused: "I don't know, he has never accepted his true nature."

"Immortality." Wuming said, "Have you never heard of the immortality of snakes?"

"You mean he's not dead?" Leilana was surprised.

"Ah no, he's still dead, completely dead." Wuming said, "Fake death is too insincere."

"Then what else are you talking about about immortality?"

Wuming said: "Do you know Long Feast?"

"What does this have to do with Long Feast?" Leilana became increasingly confused. Messermo's life was at stake. She was very anxious, but she didn't dare to rush Wu Ming.

After all, his lover's life is in his hands.

"When a flying dragon swallows the pyroxene, it will gradually be assimilated into the pyroxene. When a person devours the dragon's heart, he will also be swallowed by the dragon." Wuming said, "It is difficult for a powerful life to die. Even if it dies, it will be reincarnated. After all, the soul is immortal. of."

Wuming said: "Malika's golden tree controls the soul, locks death, and uses the golden tree to engrave the memories of demigods so that they can be reincarnated. The big snake also has immortality. Messermer's men use his flames to study resurrection. My men , is also studying the resurrection elixir from the big snake. Your sister Man Yue’s secret birth technique has been mastered, and I also have the immortal curse. Even the Kakuto’s technology understands that the soul is immortal.”

Wuming stuffed the bag of flesh and blood to Leilana:

"If you die, you will die. Wouldn't it be better if you were born again?"

Leilana hurriedly caught it and said blankly:

"But you don't have confidence that you can be resurrected."

"How many exact things are there in the world?" Wuming said, "But you have to believe. Sometimes, only by believing can things be done. Mersemer and the old lady believed in me, so the holy war is over."

Wuming put his hands behind his back and said, "Go back and celebrate."

"Celebrate that my man has become like this?"

"Celebrate the end of the Holy War." Wuming smiled, "Messemer told me, after it is over, I must do this."